Lin You sat on the ground, his eyes were dim, Lin You had never been so decadent and helpless, at this time Lin You thought of the loneliness when he was a child, and then thought of the death of Chang Qingzi, and thought of Mu Keer, and thought of death. Death, what a distant word, Lin You has experienced so many lives and deaths since his debut, so which time is the battle to turn danger into a disaster? And this time Lin You really has no confidence, the opponent is too strong. This monk of the late stage of the Jiedan suddenly laughed, and said to Lin You: "You are really cowardly, I don't believe that your enemy family still dares to touch you with me here, don't worry, this matter is handed over to me, I don't believe that there are people who dare to move the people I want to protect in Lingnan? This monk surnamed Wu saw that Lin You still didn't react at all, and he was a little angry and angry, but after thinking about it, it was his own reason after all, if he hadn't intercepted him, he would have escaped by now. Thinking of this, the Five Elements Monk continued to comfort Lin You and said: "You can rest assured, even if that person is from the Immortal Sword Sect, you have to sell me three points of thin noodles, I will have something important to do in Xiangtian City in a while, and you can lead the way in peace of mind in a while." ”

After saying that, the monk surnamed Wu sat on the ground, he is not an unreasonable person, since he blocked Lin You's way of life, then he created a way of life for him, this is his way, he Wu Zhiqiang's way! Lin You didn't listen to it at all, Lin You's head was in chaos at this time, no matter how old man tried to persuade him, it was useless. Lin Youzhi was thinking: Why is he so miserable, why? My beloved left me, and my relatives and friends left one after another. Is it true that you want to kill me?

The scene was a little quiet, Lin You didn't speak, and Wu Zhiqiang didn't speak. Maybe the two of them didn't have anything in common, or maybe it was because Wu Zhiqiang felt a little guilty in his heart, and he stopped talking when he saw that Lin You didn't want to pay attention to him. Time passed little by little, the two of them sat quietly like this, Lin You's sitting was casual, and he was sluggish, while Wu Zhiqiang was sitting heroic, sitting cross-legged with his knees crossed, sitting like a mountain, and he was everyone's person at a glance.

After another half a cup of tea time, the baby-faced monk finally caught up with Lin You, and at first glance was Lin You, who was sitting still, and Wu Zhiqiang, who was tall and straight, this Lin You's expression could be immediate, and the despair after the hope was shattered was like this, but who was this tall monk, looking at his face, he must not be from Tianxiang County. Then these made the infantile-faced monk a little jealous, in his thoughts, this person could not cultivate in the late stage of the elixir to have such a demeanor in front of him, could it be the descendant of an old monster? Yes, only such a person dared to ignore the great monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

This is the idea of the baby-faced monk, so much so that the baby-faced monk did not make a direct move after he appeared, but stood and bowed his hand slightly to Wu Zhiqiang, and said: "In Xia Jia Jing, I don't know what to call you?" Wu Zhiqiang was obviously stunned when he saw this baby-faced monk, and the divine sense that originally wanted to detect cultivation was not released, and he also had a short time to explore the southwest, but so far he had never seen a monk who was stationed like this, this is no longer a face-fixing, but more like a curse.

Wu Zhiqiang saw that the baby-faced monk was polite to him, and he was even more determined in his thoughts. His eyes were very high, and in his heart, this person was not at the same level as himself, so naturally he didn't need to be polite to him. And this time it was he Wu Zhiqiang who helped Lin You come out, and that aura naturally couldn't be weakened, and the spread of the province weakened the momentum of the Wu family in Lingnan. And when the baby-faced monk saw Wu Zhiqiang's expression, a wave of anger suddenly surged in his heart, the dignified Yuanying Great Monk was actually sneered at by the Jiedan monk? The baby-faced monk really wanted to drain his soul and refine his soul immediately, but after thinking about it, seeing that this person's cultivation time is only two hundred years, and he can reach the late stage of the Jiedan in two hundred years, this kind of cultivation speed is really not slow, it should be said that it is very fast. He didn't look like a fool, he dared to talk to himself in such a tone even though he knew that he was a great monk, so who was the person behind him? This question had been bothering him, he really couldn't think of any descendant of a great monk who looked like this, could it be that he was an ascetic hidden in the world?

This situation made the infant monk very entangled, but intellectually told him that he needed to endure. In the face of Wu Zhiqiang's aggressiveness, the baby-faced monk still spoke softly and said politely: "In Xia Jiajing, I don't know what Your Excellency is called, which senior is the family teacher?"

Wu Zhiqiang laughed, and said loudly: "My name is not worthy of you to know, as for my master's name, hum, do you deserve to know?" Lin You was indeed attracted by this scene, although he was still a little confused in his mind, but he couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw the scene in front of him, the Yuanying Grand Monk was actually played by the Jiedan monk, and this Jiedan monk didn't seem to have any special skills.

Wu Zhiqiang still looked like he was pointing at the country, walking back and forth, and said without walking around: "I don't care what you have to do with this person, in short, he is my person now, as long as I am here, you can't touch him." Now you can honestly return the same way, and if you can't wait for someone Wu, you can spare your life. Before the baby-faced monk could answer, Wu Zhiqiang continued: "Young Master Ben is here to do important things, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, I know each other now, quickly dodge, otherwise don't blame Young Master Ben for turning his face and not recognizing people!"

The baby-faced monk finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and shouted coldly: "Hmph, you kid is really arrogant, I don't care who your background is, I won't let go of Lin boy today, if you are unwilling, you can go to the Sword Pond Palace to find me." ”

The baby-faced monk finally began to point out his identity, but Wu Zhiqiang didn't know if it was because he was too involved in the drama or confident before, and he scolded back: "You kid is even more arrogant, I really have a guarantee of this person today! If you have any dissatisfaction, you can come to Lingnan to find me trouble!" The baby-faced monk returned to normal, and the cynical expression hung on his face again, and said in a childish baby voice: "Where should I be, so bold, it turned out to be a monk from Lingnan County, it really makes the baby so scared!" The baby-faced monk's words suddenly made Wu Zhiqiang have goosebumps, and he hurriedly scolded: "You dead ladyboy, can you talk well." But at this moment, Wu Zhiqiang suddenly felt a powerful force attacking, this force felt not very powerful, but for some reason, Wu Zhiqiang only felt that this force was irresistible.

This power controlled the aura clouds, and the clouds rolled to form a large palm, which slapped Wu Zhiqiang's face fiercely. The force of this slap was not great, and it only knocked Wu Zhiqiang away, swollen his right face, and knocked out half of his teeth. Such an injury was nothing to the monk, and it should not be considered an injury at all, but it was a naked insult. When did Wu Zhiqiang suffer such a great humiliation? Just when he wanted to vent, he suddenly found that his hands and feet could not move, and a large aura palm hit him above his head. Unsurprisingly, Wu Zhiqiang was fanned out again, and his left side of his face was also swollen and his teeth were shattered. Blood ran down his lips, down to his chin, and to the grass.

If the first attack on Wu Zhiqiang was only anger in his heart, the second slap had already woken him up. "My cultivation has reached the peak of the late stage of the Jiedan, and this person can actually restrain his body so that he can't move, could it be that he is a fake infant monk?" Thinking of this, Wu Zhiqiang was suddenly a little worried, after all, there are not many fake infant monks in the Fairy Sword Sect, and their status is definitely not low, if he really offends the fake infant monks of the Fairy Sword Sect, it will not be good.

Wu Zhiqiang probed out his divine sense again, this probe made Wu Zhiqiang's eyes widen for a long time, and now only one sentence appeared in his mind: "Dead!"