With a dagger in his hand, Mu Yu cut off a pair of crystal fangs of the tiger tooth beast and threw it into the storage bag. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at such a big tiger-toothed beast, Mu Yu's throat moved and swallowed his saliva.

The rules and precepts formulated by the Immortal Cultivation Sect are very strict, not like the Demon Dao Sect, which is wanton and happy. On weekdays, the miscellaneous disciples of the inner and outer sects are only allowed to take Bigu Dan to fill their stomachs, and they are not allowed to drink alcohol or eat meat.

And the inner disciples, fixed three meals a day, a bowl of spiritual rice, plus a few stacks of elixir stir-fried vegetables, all of them lived to become great monks.

Mu Yu, who grew up in Savage Mountain, eats the meat of beasts and first-order demon beasts every day, and occasionally pairs it with a bowl of rice wine, so happy.

Once you enter the sect, it is as deep as the sea. Since he has entered the sect, if he wants to ask the immortal to ask, he has to abide by the rules and precepts of the sect, and Mu Yu also has this kind of awareness, although he is not suitable for a while, but he can also restrain it.

However, when there was no one around, a delicious spiritual flesh was placed in front of Mu Yu's eyes, and at this time, Mu Yu's will seemed to split into two camps, one was a serious will to persuade Mu Yu to resist temptation, and the other was a will that exuded greed, and kept pouring ecstasy into Mu Yu......

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The pastoral language that had just eaten a grain of Bigu Dan couldn't eat a whole tiger tooth beast at all.

However, it is still possible to store it after high temperature smoking and turning it into jerky.

After chewing the golden roast meat and tasting it carefully, a trace of satisfaction suddenly appeared on Mu Yu's face.

The palm-sized golden roast meat ate the pastoral language.

Wrapping the remaining bacon in a piece of herbal leaf not only preserves the freshness of the meat, but also adds to the fragrance of the grass blades.

At the same time, in front of the wooden hut built by the shepherd, an uninvited guest arrived.

Zhang San held a herb rhizome in his mouth and chewed the juice in the rhizome, which tasted bitter, but it was an excellent snack to increase aura.

"Huh?" Zhang San's eyes lit up, he spit out the herb rhizome in his mouth, and looked at the blue wheat germ in front of him with some surprise.

Here, it was originally a stinky wasteland, but more than a month has passed, not only is the smell gone, but also wheat germs have grown?!

Zhang San stayed for a while, and after dealing with the chores at hand, he was idle, so he walked around, planning to come here to knock on the pastoral language, and give in to Senior Brother Tong as soon as possible.

But the scene in front of him made Zhang San suspicious, he hurriedly squatted down, carefully examined it for a while, and then aimed his eyes at the shack of Mu Yu, his eyes flashed with a trace of strange essence, and shouted: "Brother pastor, brother pastor?"

In the middle of the sound, seeing that no one responded, Zhang San trotted to the door of the shed, and with a creak, he pushed open the simple door.

No one.

Zhang San inspected the shack and found that there was not even a single decent piece of furniture except for an old wooden bed and a futon.

At the door, there are ten large water tanks with waist thickness, and when I taste it, it is no different from ordinary stream water.

"How the hell did he grow Lingmai?" Zhang San was surprised.

Before the pastoral language came, Senior Brother Tong and several of his henchmen used countless methods, but they failed to bring ten acres of wasteland back to life, a new wild boy, who had just started for more than a month, and even learned a first-order spell, there was a way to beat Senior Brother Tong, who had been in the beginner for decades?!

There are quirks!

"Hey, what secret is hidden in that wild boy? If I can ......" Zhang San's breath froze, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

He has now reached the fifth layer of the Qi Refining Period, and among the miscellaneous disciples of the Outer Sect, he is already considered a master, if he can break through the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Period, he will be the same as Senior Brother Tong, and he will be allowed a very oily steward position by the sect.

Zhang San started at the age of nine, and sixteen years have passed since then, and his control of spells and talismans is far better than that of the newly started pastoral language, and he thinks that he will easily take down the defenseless pastoral language.

Looking at the footprints on the ground, that pastoral language should have entered the deep mountains, perhaps because his hands were tight, and he planned to hunt a few first-order demon beasts and exchange spirit stones with the outer sect hall.

That deep mountain is inaccessible, even if Zhang San kills Mu Yu there, as long as there is no important trace evidence, the sect will not mobilize the people for the sake of a miscellaneous disciple!

"Hmph, don't blame me, senior brother, just blame you for not being guilty and guilty!" Zhang San snorted coldly, a trace of fierceness flashed across his face, and he quickly swept into the jungle along the footprints on the ground.

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In half a day's effort, Mu Yu hunted and killed six tiger tooth beasts.

Touching the storage bag, the corners of Mu Yu's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

Immediately, he found a tree hole, blocked the hole with a stone, and began to meditate to restore the spiritual power in his body.

Now, Mu Yu has broken through the two layers of the Qi Refining Period, and before he left the Sword Sect, his strength has reached the first level of the Qi Refining Period.

After drinking and eating in a small black jar for many years, the congenital dirt of the body has been removed, just like a piece of jade, which can be quickly broken through after some carving.

In this regard, the pastoral language is higher than that of the vast majority of monks of the same age.

Outside, Zhang San followed the footprints and came to a tree hole less than 20 meters away.

Looking at the bloodstains on the ground and the footprints that had been interrupted, Zhang San frowned, and said to himself: "It's strange, why did that wild boy's footprints suddenly break here? This pool of blood on the ground should be the blood of a certain first-order demon beast, as I expected, he was already short of money, and he was ready to hunt a few demon beasts and exchange some spirit stones with the outer sect hall......"

Zhang San searched for a circle, but after failing to do so, he ran in a certain direction.

A little, a hole in the tree cracked, a stone disguised as bark, was pushed away by the shepherd.

Mu Yu stared at Zhang San's departing back, a pair of eyes, a trace of suspicion.

Ten minutes later, when Zhang San returned here again, he found that Mu Yu was lighting a bonfire, leaning on a piece of animal meat.

"Ah, Brother Pastor, so you're here. Zhang San was surprised.

Mu Yu turned his head, a little surprised, and asked, "Senior Brother Zhang, why did you come here?"

"Hey, I've been a little short of money lately, so I want to hunt a few demon beasts and exchange some spirit stones with the outer sects. Zhang San said with a smile.

"Oh, I see. Mu Yu looked calm, smiled and beckoned to Zhang San, and said, "It just so happens that I am roasting a piece of tiger tooth beast's breast meat, senior brother, you might as well come and eat together." ”

Zhang San's eyes flickered, and he promised with a smile.

Sitting cross-legged at the two arms of Li Muyu, Zhang San stared at the bonfire, his expression was calm and indifferent, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a cold killing intent.

Glancing at the defenseless Mu Yu, Zhang San's hand had already touched the storage bag, and just as he was about to pinch it, suddenly, a round rope covered by blades of grass strangled Zhang San's waist with the shaking of Mu Yu's arm.

Boom!

Mu Yu pulled suddenly, and Zhang San's body fell straight into the raging bonfire.

"Ah......h

With a terrible scream, Zhang San's whole body was covered in flames.

Mu Yu's eyes flashed murderous, and with a pinch of his hands, a golden thorn technique was released.

Sou!

The golden thorn slashed towards Zhang San's head, and a cold breeze swept up.

At the critical moment, Zhang San patted the storage bag, and a small yellow shield flew out, and in an instant, countless runes emerged, and the small yellow shield quickly enlarged, covering half of Zhang Sansan's body.

Bang!

The golden thorn slammed into the yellow rune shield and shattered it directly.

Mu Yu was taken aback, and secretly exclaimed: "It turned out to be a defensive rune treasure?"

Judging by its quality, it should have reached the level of a high-grade rune treasure. You must know that the most expensive treasure that can be exchanged for the outer sect of the Sword Sect is a top-grade rune treasure, worth as much as seven hundred and twenty-six lower-grade spirit stones! A miscellaneous monk of the outer sect who is at the fifth level of the Qi refining period actually has a high-grade rune treasure, if it is said that it is obtained through normal channels, it will not be believed by anyone.