"Where are you going!"

There were two exclamations of women at the same time, and the worry in her tone was exactly the same, Lu Xichen didn't care about the surprise of others, grabbed Bai Yi, and said, "Are you still blaming our Hanyu Sect, and still holding a grudge against Granny Ji?" She is also forced to do so, the old man just wants to keep the treasures of the sect......

As he spoke, Lu Xichen's voice gradually lowered, but a pair of big eyes kept staring at Bai Yi, and the guilt in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

"Granny Ji?"

Bai Yi was slightly stunned, and then suddenly said, "Why do you hate her?" Miss Lu was too worried. ”

Bai Yi really doesn't have any grudges, an old woman who protects the sect, it's not worth his hatred, if it weren't for the fact that the cultivation at that time was too low, if Bai Yi had a Yuanying cultivation, at that time, Granny Ji would dare to stop it, I'm afraid it would have been a mess of white bones at this time.

Hatred is very rare for Bai Yi, unless the 10,000-year-old ice coffin cannot be cast, causing Bai Yu's life to return to Huangquan, Bai Yi can give birth to hatred, but once he gives birth to hatred, the entire Hanyu Sect will be doomed to the fate of destruction.

Since the ice coffin has been completed, as for the various difficulties and hardships that Bai Yi has suffered, it is nothing in his opinion, if even these small obstacles can make the Lord of the Blue Sky hate, then Bai Yi's mind that has been cultivated for ten thousand years is no different from ordinary people.

"Have you been to the Hanyu Sect?" Ni Qiuyu said with some surprise, looked at Lu Xichen with cold eyes, and said, "Disciple Cangyun's residence is on South Street, junior brother, let's go, the two elders are also over there, no one dares to bully you." ”

Ni Qiuyu didn't move Bai Yi, but Bai Yi's eyes were not on the two women beside him, but at a black-faced man in the crowd in the distance, the black-faced man had been waiting there since the auction began, and he was obviously very happy to see Bai Yi, but he didn't come forward to say hello.

"Go and meet an old man. Senior sister, don't worry, 10,000 spirit stones can't buy my head. ”

With that, Bai Yi smiled and strode away, while the Cangyun disciples who had already prepared to work hard looked at each other.

Lu Xichen unconsciously pursed his lips, obviously looking a little aggrieved. She stared at Ni Qiuyu hatefully and left alone, but Ni Qiuyu always frowned, worried about Bai Yi's safety in three days.

For Bai Yi's solitary journey, only Jiang Dachuan was not worried, and while following the same door to the residence of the Cangyun disciple on South Street, Jiang Dachuan cursed in a low voice: "Who is that bastard who raises rabbits, I knew that my uncle gave more, what do you want him to do with a thousand spirit stones." Now I have a big hair......"

In one of the largest restaurants in the town, the bastard in Jiang Dachuan's mouth was lazily reclining in an extremely luxurious private room, rummaging a carrot in his hand, and laughing softly: "The mallet of the Danwang Palace, the mallet of the Cangyun Sect, where is the next mallet, this trip to Qingzhou is really not in vain, or the cousin of the mallet is more interesting......

Half a day ago. Ma Tie followed Bai Yi from a distance when he left the street, until Bai Yi entered the auction hall. He had been waiting outside, and when he saw Bai Yi walking towards him, Ma Tie nodded quietly, and then turned around and left, picking some roads with a lot of people.

After going around the small half of the town, Ma Tie never looked back. At last he went to a simple house, looked left and right, pushed the door in, but it was not closed, and it was not closed. The door, which was unoccupied, had slowly closed on its own.

On the street, several Zhuji monks who were following Bai Yi suddenly stopped, and one of the leaders said in a low voice: "Where are the people!"

"It's gone! It's still ahead, why is it gone in a blink of an eye?"

"Did he use some tricks, or did he use stealth?"

In Ma Tie's room, Bai Yi's figure gradually solidified from transparent, and he used stealth techniques to get rid of a few ill-intentioned foundation building monks, Bai Yi just didn't want to make more trouble for Ma Tie and his wife.

"Brother White!"

With a pop, Ma Tie bowed his head and bowed, and Du Sanniang also walked out of the back room, with tears in her eyes, and bowed down in front of Bai Yi like her husband.

"If Brother Ma still sees each other like this, we don't have to meet. Bai Yi smiled faintly, pushed the two old people up with spiritual power, and sat down on the wooden chair in the room.

"The great grace of saving lives twice, Brother Bai, how can you repay us as a husband and wife. Du Sanniang burst into tears at this time and said in a choked voice.

"I didn't expect the people of the Seven Evil Sect to be so arrogant and unreasonable, if I had the chance, I would have slaughtered that Hou San with my own hands!" Ma Tie said hatefully on the side.

"It's just the jungle, can't you two feel it? Bai Yi said in a relaxed tone, as he said, the cultivation realm is originally a world where the weak eat the strong, and if the weak cannot become strong, they can only be swallowed by the strong.

Ma Tie and his wife are also bold people, and they are no longer polite after thanking them, and a free and easy friend like Bai Yi can really be called a friend.

For the cultivation realm, the perception of scattered cultivation is deeper than that of the disciples of the sect, of course Ma Tie and his wife understand the truth that the strong are respected, how can they be dragged down by that mortal child, otherwise, these two people may have already built a foundation, not the current Qi refining realm.

"Brother Bai is also here to participate in the battle of the spiritual veins this time. Ma Tie asked after sitting down.

Du Sanniang brought the tea and said worriedly: "Brother Bai, it's not that our husband and wife make random judgments, as far as we know, the transformation realm of the spiritual vein dispute is definitely not a good place, so it's better not to go." ”

"It's just a matter of seeing it, you don't have to worry. Bai Yi took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

"That's good, don't try hard. Du Sanniang wiped her hands and said, "It's not worth it, no matter how many spirit stones you have, it's not worth your life." ”

Bai Yi nodded, it seems that the husband and wife have a deep feeling for the cruelty of the cultivation realm, and this kind of perception can often save the monks from falling into death.

During the discussion, Ma Tie suddenly remembered something, and shouted at the back room: "Xiaogang, come out to meet your Uncle Bai!"

Before Ma Tie's shout fell, a young man with a blue nose and swollen face slowly moved out, it was Xiaogang, the boy who was selling clothes on the street not long ago.

"Ma Gang has seen Uncle Bai, thank you Uncle Bai for saving your life!" Xiao Gang said and bowed his head, and then stood aside in a proper manner.

"A good child, with tough roots and bones, if he hadn't been plagued by snake venom for many years, he should have been able to cultivate his aura. As he spoke, a spiritual sense that had sensed the young man had been taken back by Bai Yi, and his eyebrows moved slightly, and he asked, "Has the virulence ever been completely lifted?"

Ma Tie was slightly stunned, as if he had something to say but pressed it down, Du Sanniang hurriedly said: "It's almost solved, if it weren't for the silver-eyed fox given to us by Brother Bai, Xiaogang would have died a long time ago." ”

"It's almost the solution, but there is still residual poison. Bai Yi shook his head helplessly, it could be seen that the couple didn't want to trouble him, and although the snake venom in Xiaogang's body was very small, it still hadn't been completely removed.

"Xiaogang, come. Bai Yi raised his hand and called.

Xiao Gang hesitated for a moment, looked at his parents, and then walked in front of Bai Yi, after all, he was a mortal, and he had a natural fear of cultivators. (To be continued.) )