Chapter 345: Misunderstanding

Knowing the times as a handsome man, the ghost Lingqi found that he was invincible, and immediately forgave him, and moved out of Ji Wuyue. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Ji Wuyue next to her was also a heart that was immediately entangled, and her pleading eyes had already stared at Ji Nineteen, who was laughing.

But all I was waiting for was Ji Nineteen's light cat's understatement, "Don't worry, Eighth Sister." At most, it will make the dead fat man lose a few taels of fat, and there will be no difference. ā€

"Hahaha, this move is newly realized by Ji and his wife, and they can't send and receive it freely. Whoever told you to crash the door is better to ask for more blessings. ā€

The laughter was loud and the tone was teasing.

Murong Yan, who was wearing a pair of pants with him on the side, would forgive this dead fat man.

If you don't hurry up and clean him up, it's not bad.

An Xian'er here is complaining, and he can't let him whisper to Ji Nineteen to let him go.

can only suffer bitterly.

However, Ji and the two of them had no intention of exerting any more pressure, and they had no intention of adding mana, so that the other party would consume the spiritual energy of the sword confluence alive.

By the time the two of them stood firmly, one was already in tatters in a gray robe, and although the other was still in good shape, the meticulously groomed green silk was already scattered.

Both of them stared at Ji Nineteen angrily.

"What's the matter?

Ji was not affectionate at all, and his eyebrows were arrogant.

"Hmph, good for your surname Ji, this account girl has written it down, and I will ask you for it in the future. ā€

The other purposes of An Xuan'er's visit have been achieved, and there is no longer any need to pretend to be garlic.

I don't think of myself as the eldest sister anymore, and I don't even want to mention that I used the surname Ji anymore.

Seeing that the other party was powerful, and Ji Shijiu was no longer so easy to speak, after staring at the other party a few times, he stomped his foot and left alone.

It's a bit of a petty look.

The female cultivator who came with her hurriedly turned into light and followed, leaving a pair of people who were not the slightest bit of variegation, Xu Gao Xianhe chasing after the two of them directly.

The ghosts don't come and go as freely as they do.

After suffering a loss, he had to pretend to be generous, squeezed out a far-fetched smile and pretended to be a chic salute: "Thank you brother-in-law and his wife for not killing." ā€

After some writings, I had to force myself to step forward with a hippie smile to compliment Ji Nineteen for cultivating as a great advancement, and the Taoism was profound.

There's no way, there's Ji Wuyue standing behind him.

"Count you as acquaintances. Let's go, go back to drinking. ā€

Ji Nineteen glanced at the direction An Xian'er left, re-examined the fat man, and suddenly stepped forward happily to greet him.

This one is over.

Several parties have the necessary explanations.

The old man repeats, and there is always something to say.

I don't know how many altars have been poured into the spirit wine, and the ladies have already gone back to rest under the pretext of being overwhelmed by the wine, and now only Ji Nineteen and Ghost Ling are left in the huge hall.

"I said, brother-in-law, how have you cultivated over the years, how have you made such rapid progress?"

Ghost Lingque's face was full of fat and trembled, and she couldn't see the stars in her small eyes, and opened the conversation again.

"How else can you cultivate, isn't it just a retreat, fighting monsters. ā€

Ji someone obviously replied perfunctorily.

"Uh, drink, drink. Not only has the cultivation made great progress, but even the spirit wine brewed has become more mellow. ā€

The ghost is lacking in sycophants.

"Hahaha, it's not bad to be able to enjoy your dead fat man's whiskers. A brother-in-law didn't scream in vain. To be honest, you guy has all transformed into the realm, why is the eighth sister still lingering in the late stage of the Yudan? Isn't it that you kid is withholding cultivation resources?"

Ji is suspected of asking the teacher.

"Speaking there, it's too late for us to treat your sister as a baby. How could you do such a thing that lacks morality. It's really too poor, and I don't know why this exercise has been unable to break through the transformation realm for a long time. The previous realm has never encountered this kind of problem, and it is all a matter of course. ā€

Going around and around, it still goes around to the exercises practiced by Ji and others.

"Hehehe, maybe it's not enough savings. ā€

He wouldn't easily reveal the truth about his transformation, after all, it was too extraordinary, and it wasn't so glorious.

He hid it like this, but it aroused the interest of the ghost even more.

I went around this thing vigorously.

"By the way, why is it that the hidden door that is usually easy to go out of is now popular?"

Ji Nineteen was so annoyed that he had to find other topics to put aside the ghostly interrogation.

"Well, that's not your fault. Ever since you practiced that exercise, all the forces have expanded dramatically under the promotion. Those hidden doors, those who can endure it, have surfaced one after another, and they no longer pretend to be mysterious. ā€

Ghost Ling didn't see any side knocks and side strikes that had no effect, and he could only follow Ji someone's words.

"Oh, and here's it. I don't know what the hidden doors of these three holy cities are?"

Ji Nineteen drank alone, glanced at him and asked.

"Not a lot, at least twelve. All of them are huge courtyards, and most of the forbidden places in the past were their territory. The closest one is probably the Crazy Sword Gate. ā€

The ghost spirit lacks the intention to be happy, and the fragrant spirit wine is tasteless.

"What, brother-in-law, does he have a good soul-nourishing artifact?"

Ji Nineteen finally remembered to promise someone to protect his soul well, and then find a suitable body for him to rebuild.

"Why do you still have a ghost bride?"

Ghost Lingqi had a strange expression and a smiling face.

"You guy just has no bottom line, what a ghost bride, you just owe someone a favor and want to pay it back. ā€

Then he revealed some things to him about Balabala and Nanli Wuji.

Of course, no important things were revealed, especially the involvement of the Bagua Gate with the Bagua City, a city within a city.

"Hehe, my brother-in-law is still warm-hearted. Well, this is a soul-nourishing jade coffin, made of thousand-year-old soul-nourishing jade, which has a miraculous effect on the soul. Use it. ā€

Without saying a word, the fat man found a black jade coffin from the storage bag and threw it to Ji Nineteen very painfully.

At the same time, he also introduced the usage and taboos of this thing.

Enthusiastic speechless.

"Hahaha, admit it. When my brother-in-law goes back, he can start to collect high-level exercises to assist the eighth sister in transforming into the realm. ā€

Ji someone made such a sentence ambiguously and casually.

He also has his own considerations, so as long as Ji Wuyue is successful, it will not be a sensation in the Holy City.

When the time comes, those who have practiced the basic exercises will naturally not just look at him as the initiator.

If you have other channels for catharsis, then you should settle your destiny and use your own means to transform the high-level exercises into the realm.

"Whew. ā€

"I see. It's my brother's portrait. ā€

Ghost Ling was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand something.

The chubby round hand grabbed a jar of spirit wine, and raised his head boldly.

Although this is not the case, regardless of whether the suitable high-level exercises are good or not, the vast majority of people hope to go all the way to the end. (To be continued.) )