When the woman heard this, her expression changed, and she quickly wiped away the tears on her face, motioned for her husband to lie down on the bed in the inner room, and looked at Wang Buer and the others at the same time, looking hesitant.

"What a wise woman. Wang Buji secretly praised, and as soon as his body moved, he disappeared into the outer hall with the martial enemy.

The little girl rubbed her big eyes, turned her head to look at the relieved woman, her big eyes were full of doubts and surprises, these two divine envoys, so magical, their bodies moved, and disappeared like afterimages.

"The village chief, here you are. ”

A qiē occurred in an instant, and the woman motioned for the little girl to silence and open the door.

Outside the door, there was an old man on crutches, and when he saw the woman, he couldn't help sighing, and said slowly: "Big bowl daughter-in-law, collect the grain." ”

"Harvest the grain, village chief, can you give some time, this stubble of spiritual rice is about to mature. When the woman heard this, she pleaded.

"Hey, big bowl daughter-in-law, it's not that we don't help, it's the grain you owe, even if you finish harvesting this stubble of spiritual rice, you can't make up for it, the village really can't take out the grain to cushion, and in a while, the oracle of collecting grain will arrive." After the old man finished speaking, he glanced at the little girl hiding behind the woman, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and he sighed, "Wang'er is almost seven years old, it's really not good...... Hey, weigh it. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he sighed and left on crutches.

After the old man left, the atmosphere in the inner room was congrozen.

Not far away, on a large tree.

"Brother Wang's method of resting seems to have no traces. The martial enemy glanced at Wang Buji beside him, his eyes narrowed slightly. If he hadn't seen it with the naked eye, he wouldn't have felt anyone around him at all.

"Brother Wu is not bad. Wang Buer smiled and said.

The whole body of the warrior enemy was shrouded in black robes. But he had a sharp eye, and he had just seen it. This guy flashed with golden lines on his body, and the next moment. The aura that disappeared without a trace was no worse than the effect of using his spiritual sense to cut off the breath.

The two of them hid in this tree, of course, not for fun, but for the purpose of waiting for the so-called divine envoys who came here to collect food.

After a while, I saw a man in brocade driving a big carriage towards the village.

"Greetings to the Divine Messenger!"

The old man on crutches knelt on the ground first, and nearly 100 villagers knelt down one after another with respectful expressions.

"It's not a small scene. Wang Buji's eyes flashed with a cold light, this so-called divine envoy. It's just a high-level Qi Refining Realm cultivator.

Soon, the wagons were almost full.

Not far away, Wang Buer's pupils shrank, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent, because in the hand of the divine envoy, he was carrying a little girl, wasn't that the girl named Wang'er.

At this moment, the little girl pouted, holding back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes. Look somewhere in the crowd, where the woman fell to her knees, her whole body trembling. But he couldn't hold back and didn't look up.

Wang Buji clearly saw that under the woman's body, teardrops were dripping with blood. It's a tooth biting your lips and enduring the pain in your heart.

"No!"

That's when it happened. A terrible roar sounded behind the crowd, and Wang Buer's face changed. After seeing the crowd, the door of the earthen house was pushed open, and a trembling thin middle-aged man staggered out, roaring in his mouth.

"Big Bowl!" the woman was shocked when she heard this, and she stood up with a cry and a sad face.

"Sister Qu, Wang'er handed over to these beasts, is there still a way to live!" the middle-aged man shouted miserably, pointing to the two divine envoys, and bluntly said that the beasts, obviously, are no longer ready to live.

When the woman heard this, she smiled bitterly, "It's okay, there is no hope in this day." It's just that it's hard to look forward to. The lady glanced at her daughter, who was carried by the divine envoy like a chicken, and was full of regret, knowing that she should not hand over Wang'er now.

At this moment, the woman realized that even if her husband was well and his life was on the rise, the rest of their lives would be spent in remorse and condemnation in exchange for the life exchanged for their children.

The woman looked up at the sky, and remembered the world of her childhood, where she belonged.

"God makes him angry!" Seeing this, the old Han village chief's eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't stop buttoning his head.

"Dare to insult the oracle, die!"

When the divine envoy heard this, he snorted coldly, and when the long sword came out of its sheath, a sword aura came out, stabbing at the middle-aged man who staggered.

"Poof!"

At the critical moment, I saw a flash of firelight, passing through the body of the divine envoy, and catching up with the sword qi that stabbed at the middle-aged man, with a roar, both of them disappeared.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the divine envoy fell to the ground with a bang, and there was a large black hole in his chest, and there was not the slightest blood.

During the whole process, in an instant, on the field, a group of people fell into a stupor.

"Wang'er!" the woman was the first to react, ran forward, and picked up the little girl who had fallen to the side.

"This ...... This...... How that should be!"

The old man came back to his senses from the shock, and suddenly sat down on the ground, with a desperate face, and the god made him die in their village, and nearly a hundred people up and down this village were afraid that there was no way to live.

At this time, where the divine envoy was located, a black-faced young man stood alone, it was Wang Buji. He put away the corpse, glanced at the shocked crowd, jumped on horseback, dragged a cart of spiritual rice, and walked away.

This is the mountain gate of the White Tiger Sacred Mountain, and Wang Buji drove a big carriage and dragged a cart of spiritual rice here. The garment he was wearing at this moment was from the parcel of the angel.

"Stop, token!" shouted at the mountain gate, where the two gatekeepers stopped the carriage.

When Wang Buji heard this, his expression did not move, and he took out a white token from his bosom and handed it to the gatekeeper, which was obtained from the divine envoy.

"Okay, let's go in!" The gatekeeper looked Wang Buji up and down, his expression was a little puzzled, and he glanced at the bags of spiritual rice in the carriage again, waved his hand, and said.

"This person is a little faceless!"

When Wang Buji drove in, the gatekeeper faced another gatekeeper.

"Whatever, there are quite a few people who went out to collect grain today, and I'm afraid some of them are newcomers. The other gatekeeper shook his head, unconcerned.

This White Tiger Cave is a world of its own, and people from outside can't come in at all, and their gatekeepers are just a shape, is it true that the White Tiger Divine Clan, those rotten people still dare to provoke, jokes.

"Brother Wu, come out!" On the mountain road, Wang Buer's spiritual eyes patrolled for a week, and when he saw that there was no one around, he stopped the carriage and said in his mouth.

As soon as the words fell, on the carriage full of spiritual rice bags, a burly figure appeared and jumped out of the carriage.

"Brother Wu, have you been here?" Wang Buer put the carriage into the Qiankun bag, patted the horse's buttocks, drove it into the mountains and forests, and asked.

"No, Jin Yaoguo is on the main peak of White Tiger Mountain, go this way. The warrior looked around and went straight into the mountains and forests beside the road.

Wang Buji followed closely, but he asked, "Brother Wu, how many clansmen are there in this White Tiger Divine Clan?"

"The people of the White Tiger God Clan, if not one thousand, but also eight hundred, but most of them have not awakened the White Tiger God Pattern, and generally live in this White Tiger God Mountain. And the number of White Tiger Clansmen who have awakened the divine pattern is less than forty-nine, and among them, those who have awakened the demigod pattern are probably only two fingers. The martial enemy said, stretched out his hand and pointed to the towering mountain peak in the distance, and continued, "That is the main peak of the White Tiger Mountain, and the peak is the White Tiger Temple, which can only be inhabited by the White Tiger Clan who have awakened the divine pattern, and it is also the destination of our trip. ”

On the top of the White Tiger Peak, there is a huge and magnificent palace, which is the White Tiger Temple.

Not far from the White Tiger Temple, Wang Buer and the martial enemies collected their whole body breath and hid quietly.

Wang Buer looked at the heavily guarded shrine and frowned, "Brother Wu, how can we get in?"

This temple is heavily guarded, and with the eyes of the spirit, there are many bright posts and secret sentries, and I am afraid that even a fly flying in will have to be inspected several times.

"Follow me!" The warrior enemy seemed to have a plan, beckoned Wang Fuji, bypassed the main entrance of the temple, and came to a small forest not far from the temple.

Wang Buji did not move, and quietly watched the burly young man walk back and forth in the woodland, looking for something.

"Found it!"

After a moment's effort, I only heard a soft cry from the martial enemy, and actually pulled up a stone slab from the thick fallen leaves.

Wang Buji's expression moved, and he stepped forward quickly, and under this stone slab, there was a dark and narrow tunnel that allowed one person to pass through Guò.

The martial artist didn't say much, when he entered first, Wang Buer's expression did not move, followed closely, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pull the stone slab, suddenly, the tunnel was dark, and he couldn't see his five fingers, but both of them were people who had achieved cultivation, and this bit of darkness could not block their sight.

The two walked in this narrow passage for nearly half an hour, and walked out of a hidden corner of a rockery.

In the eye, there is a vast courtyard, and they are next to the rockery of the courtyard at this time.

"Brother Wang, this piece is the residence of the Divine Son and Goddess, and it is still some distance away from the location of the Golden Glory Fruit Tree. The martial artist lowered his voice, suppressed the aura of Peiyuan Nine Heavens in the high-level Qi Refining Realm, and then strode towards the outside of the courtyard.

Seeing this, Wang Buer followed suit, and came to the side of the martial enemy in a few steps, striding meteors.

Along the way, there were many people, most of them were ordinary people who had not cultivated, and some were monks of the Qi Refining Realm, dressed in similar clothes to Wang Buer's current body, except that the black robe covering the entire head of the martial enemy was a little conspicuous, but the passers-by only looked at it twice and didn't say much.

"These people are all slaves of the White Tiger God Clan, most of them have not cultivated, and those who refine the Qi Realm have mostly been rewarded by their masters and have practiced some superficial kung fu. In his ears, the voice of the martial enemy sounded faintly.

"Oh, it's hateful to prohibit outsiders from cultivating. When Wang Buer heard this, his eyes narrowed, and he scolded in a low voice, but he remembered the village they had been to, there were nearly 100 people in it, and none of them had reached the Qi Refining Realm, and it seemed that it was also because of the suppression of the White Tiger Divine Clan.

"Yes, the White Tiger Divine Clan has always taken this kind of high-pressure measures, even those superficial exercises, it is forbidden to teach them among slaves, once someone is found to have violated it, hmph, immediately abolish their cultivation, hang the temple door, and die in the sun!"

The suppressed words of the martial enemy sounded faintly, but Wang Buer faintly felt the astonishing anger and murderous intent in it.

"You two, what are you doing!"

Just as the two of them were walking briskly, not far away, an arrogant female voice suddenly sounded. (To be continued......)