From the white worm to the cocoon, the candle flame has been reborn for more than 20 years, and in the past 20 years, the candle flame has found that the master's temper seems to be becoming more and more strange, sometimes unpredictable, such as the angry scolding just now.

When the master was still an immortal, he didn't pay much attention to himself......

Hiding back in the candle flame in the spirit beast bag, he muttered to himself: "Even if I sneaked out of the Immortal Mansion before, most of the masters glared at me after knowing it, and they didn't scold me much, this time it's good, I'm fierce all day long, after being reborn, even my temper has become weird?"

A pair of big eyes turned a few times, and the candle flame pinched the blue water fly king who was already hiding in the corner, bared his fangs and asked: "Tell me, what's wrong with the master, I can cause a stinking scolding when I pat on the back, and I found that the master has always been unpredictable recently, especially when he puts on the dead face of Cao Lao Ghost, his scalp is numb when he looks at it."

And what kind of villain, what three uniques, just a group of miscellaneous fish, if it was put in the past, Lao Tzu went down with one paw, they would not be three unique, but really unique!"

For the sake of his own safety, the poor Blue Flyfly, although he couldn't understand what the neighbor was talking about, he had to nod his head incessantly, affirming the status of the other party's spirit beast bag boss......

The final temptation has passed, Bai Yi is really relieved at this time, if the old man who pretends to be an old disciple is not Chen Xiao's right-hand man, Bai Yi doesn't believe it at all, whether it is the tone or the kind of vivid humble demeanor, you can see a trace of Chen Xiao's shadow.

After coming to the White Bone Palace, no one interrogated. No one asked, and it seemed that there was no danger. In fact, there are many crises, and perhaps one sentence is wrong. is in danger of his life, but fortunately, when it comes to playing tricks, there are few people in this world who are Bai Yi's opponents, so there is no danger.

After staying for another day, three days after coming to the White Bone Palace, Bai Yi left this gloomy world directly.

Three days is the best time for cultivators to rest and recuperate after their long journey, and when they left, they didn't tell anyone that Cao Jiuqian was originally a secret chess piece of the ink master. Forced by the news of the essence of the spiritual vein, he appeared here, and left silently, which was in line with the identity of Cao Jiuqian, a dark chess.

Leaving the White Bone Palace, Bai Yi first came to Yucunfang City, and exchanged all of Chen Xiao's two million spirit stones for all kinds of spirit grass materials, not even a single spirit stone was left, and even the storage bag was left to the last merchant.

It's better to dispose of the villain's things as soon as possible, whether it's Chen Xiao's tea. Or his spirit stone.

A few days later, Bai Yi had already moved away from the sea, sitting on a boulder in the mountains and forests, his old face had already returned to its original appearance. At this time, he was recovering from his bone injuries with the Heavenly Reversal Gong and many pills.

The white bone on his shoulder had been pulled out and completely destroyed by Bai Yi, since he guessed that the person of Moke might be a god. The white bones of Cao Jiuqian can no longer be kept, regardless of whether the ink artist realizes that Cao Jiuqian is dead. If you can reduce one suspicion, it will always be safer.

I don't know about this trip to the White Bone Palace. Can you delay the time for the sound of the thyme to be difficult......

Looking up at the sunset, Bai Yi smiled bitterly, he has only been reborn for more than 20 years, and he is running around in conspiracies and tricks almost every day, and he can't be idle for a moment, if he changes to a few people, I'm afraid he will be dragged down long ago.

Time is what Bai Yi lacks the most now, as long as the time for the White Bone Hall to attack is delayed for decades, Bai Yi will be able to have real self-preservation power at that time, instead of relying on his own mind to maneuver between those conspiracies and calculations.

The reversal of the bone refining technique has already injured Bai Yi's root bone, but fortunately, after many days of operation of the Heavenly Reversal Gong, coupled with the elixir refined by Bai Yi himself, the bones are truly unhindered, but it still needs a period of recovery time.

A trip to the White Bone Palace, the price paid by Bai Yi is not small, as for the hundred flowers picture that Chen Xiao took away, Bai Yi didn't care, because Chen Xiao would not meet the ink guest in person, until the last moment, the existence of the ink guest, the White Bone Hall will never allow half a point of difference.

Stabilizing his injuries, Bai Yi once again moved away with his sword, and soon disappeared at the end of the earth......

Wuyue Country, in a remote cluster of mountains, there is an ordinary hill, the mountain is not high, the mountain is full of grass and dwarf trees, there are no spiritual veins here, and there are no demon beasts, so there is no figure of a cultivator.

A gust of mountain wind blows from the top of the mountain, bringing with it an intoxicating fragrance, which is the fragrance of orchids.

On the top of the mountain, a simple courtyard was built, and an old man who looked like a village man in the mountains was carrying a hoe and loosening the garden, and the hot sun could not leave a little sweat on him, and even the entire medicine garden was shrouded in a cool breeze.

The hot summer has arrived, and it is indeed a little cooler in the mountains, but the sun of the boss is stopped overhead, and the top of the mountain cannot be so cool, unless it uses a huge spiritual power to drive away those annoying hot winds day and night.

In the blue sky, a small black shadow crossed it, and the old man who was tending to the flowers and plants stopped what he was doing, and looked up, the eyes that flashed with essence were not the eyes that an ordinary villager could have.

"It's a year late, and I thought you kid didn't even want Wulanhe......"

Retracting his gaze, the old man smiled, sat on the side of the medicine garden, shook the pu fan, and waited for the arrival of the visitor, looking like the old farmer.

A blue ray of water fell rapidly from the sky, almost turning into a line of water, and if it seemed to mere mortals, they would mistakenly think that it was raining, but this rain was only a drop.

When the Blue Water Fly King was about to hit the top of the mountain, he shook his wings slightly, and immediately hovered in mid-air less than a foot away from the top of the mountain, and Bai Yi's figure jumped down.

"I haven't seen you for three years, and Senior Mu is unharmed. When he came to the medicine garden, Bai Yi arched his hand.

"I haven't seen you for three years, from the foundation to the middle of Jindan, boy, you are really unexpected. As soon as Mu Jian stretched out his big hand, a sword body completely condensed by spiritual power appeared in his palm: "Come on, come on, let the old man see our Qingzhou's black blood robe!"

Also condensing the sword with spiritual power, Bai Yi smiled and said, "It's just a trick, can't Senior Mu see the reason?" ”

"The old man guessed, it should be the same, with your mind, I'm afraid few can see through the truth. Mu Jian laughed, and when he raised his hand, the sword body was already out.

Two crystalline spiritual power swords rose into the air at the same time, crashing into one place in the laughter of one old and one young, and before the spiritual power flying sword exploded into manic fluctuations, Mu Jianyi's eyes flashed: "Injured?"

As he spoke, Mu Jianyi's condensed spiritual power flying sword disappeared without a trace in an instant, and Bai Yi's spiritual power flying sword suddenly lost its target and stabbed directly into Mu Jianyi's heart.

For the flying sword of spiritual power, Mu Jian didn't care, he waved his big hand in laughter, and directly slapped it away with his palm, with his cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period, it was indeed easy to block the spiritual sword of Monk Jindan with one hand, but the wooden stool under Mu Jian's body turned into powder silently. (To be continued.) )