"Damn, the more you eat this fruit, the more unpalatable it becomes."

Fan Yan grabbed another one and opened his mouth. I saw that the fat and fat hand was holding a wild fruit. This wild fruit is a bit special, with an extra head in the front and an extra tail in the back.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a snake more than a foot long. The snake curled up a few times and struggled a little, it was too small to escape from the hands of the Gugen Saint. A big, smelly, hot mouth hits. The little snake had no choice but to open its mouth to meet it. But it was too small, and it disappeared into the darkness in an instant. Two sharp teeth, with a click, half of the snake body and half of the small wild fruit broke in response.

However, this snake's mouth still bites the same round, big, fat, and slippery thing at the most critical time.

Woo, Fan Yan covered his mouth, and then countless streams of blood flowed out of his mouth. Without waiting for Fan Yan to react, there was a tingling itch all over his body, tens of thousands of small claws were scurrying around his body, and a large bag in his clothes was rolling back and forth, as if he was fighting and tickling. Whoosh, thousands of crawling on the ground, flying insects in the air pounced on this fat ball.

Boom, a loud bang. Thousands of insects turned into smoke. I didn't even see half of the stump and broken claws. Instantly vanished. The entire space was shrouded in a gray mist. A gust of wind passed, and the gray smoke cleared. All that remains on the side of the street is a bare-striped pile of meat.

Dozens of feet away, there was a circle of people lying on the ground, moaning in pain. A large humanoid hole appears in a red stone wall in front of the meat pile. It can be seen that there was a loud bang just now, and someone crashed into the stone wall, and it was difficult to know whether he was alive or dead.

The naked pile of meat, which still cares about the question of shame or not, stood on the bare street, staring at blood-red eyes, covering his mouth with his hands, and blood kept flowing. The big mouth was still moving, and a few crunching sounds of broken bones and rotten flesh could be heard.

After a heart-wrenching pain and numbness, Fan Yan glared a few times. His face was blue for a while, black and purple, and the black eyes were rolled, and the white eyes were revealed, and the body of the flesh dun fell backwards. Poof, such a heavy body fell, and I didn't hear a loud bang, only a pop. The crowd of saints glanced here, but no one dared to move.

Hmph, within two thousand zhang was instantly covered by a powerful divine sense. Tens of thousands of saints trembled. It's a disaster, and it's all about such a long distance.

Whoosh, dozens of Peixing Realm saints appeared around the meat mound. Including the Practicing Priest in front of the hedron shop.

"Young Lord". When dozens of holy priests saw the meat mound, they were shocked, their faces changed color, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down. It was as if someone had kicked him eighty times in a row, and it was flat and ugly.

Dozens of people gathered around. Stick your head out and take a look. The face is green.

"Snake venom" !!

"Quick, who has smoked the curing qi of snake venom".

Dozens of saints. You look at me, I look at you. They all shook their heads.

Dozens of holy priests shouted at the same time, "Who has inhaled the curing qi of snake venom."

After asking a few times, there was a middle-aged man. timidly walked out of the crowd, "Seniors, suck ......."

Without waiting for the middle-aged to finish, a cultivating saint. grabbed the middle-aged man in front of the meat mound. "Use it quickly to cure qi".

The middle-aged man's face showed embarrassment, "Senior, I haven't used it." will not cure".

"Hey". Another cultivator flew over, slapped the holy bag and took out a crystal, and slapped it on the middle-aged man's head. "Learn, cure quickly".

The middle-aged man's face was silent. I don't know what Lu Dao is thinking, in the time of half a cup of tea, as soon as he stretched out his fingers, a red light flew into the meat mound, only the door of the brain.

Wow, wow, a black, smelly mess erupted from the mound of meat, and immediately filled the streets with a fishy smell. One of the practicing priests waved his hand. The fishy smell instantly turned into black smoke and rose into the sky. The air is fresh.

Woo, the meat mound whined. Whoosh, stood up. Pointing fingers, shouting for a long time, dozens of cultivators, you look at me, I look at you, no one understands. At this time, the saints found out that the young master had changed to the language of birds. It's a bit like a crow is crowing.

All the saints glanced at each other, bowed deeply, and said in unison: "Please rest assured, young master, we will strictly investigate this matter."

Hey, if you don't understand, you have to reply.

Fan Yan showed his thick, fat fingers and kept pointing at the saints. "Wow, woo, wow, wow, wow".

The crowd frowned, as if to hear: "Give me, check, check, check". I can't hear it clearly.

"It's the young master".

Fan Yan put his hand behind his back and looked at the people around him viciously, only to see that the people around him lowered their heads. One of the Practicing Saints glanced at the others, and dozens of Practicing Saints immediately formed a circle, blocking everyone's view. The four cultivators walked towards Fan Yan and patted the holy bag and took out more than ten pieces of clothing. "The young master will surround it first and make a dress."

Ah, Fan Yan only felt his body chill at this time. When I looked down, I was naked, with the murder weapon exposed, and I pointed my fingers for a long time. A flush rose on his face. It's rare, and it's not easy for such a person to blush.

Fan Yan suddenly remembered something, and pointed at his waist, "Wow, wow, wow."

Dozens of saints looked at each other, "Yes, I didn't understand when it was over, it was a joke, or what did it mean?" The saints looked at Fan Yan. A puzzled face.

Fan Yan pushed away the training saint who was wrapping his body, and pointed to the waist of a saint, "Wow, wow."

"Ah, the young master's holy bag, find it quickly." Dozens of people flew among the tens of thousands, and after a while, millions of Cloud Cave Saints came, and they couldn't find them after looking for four hours.

Looking at our invincible young master of Wanyun, sitting on the ground and crying, it seems that that the holy bag really has a lot of treasures, otherwise this wealthy young man would not cry like this. Unfortunately, in the end, I couldn't find it. Some people say that the young master's miraculous skills are world-shattering, and after a loud bang, the holy bag is wiped out. However, if this is said in the puppet realm, some people still believe it, but in the holy realm, no one believes it. Because of the holy bag, I haven't heard of it being blown up by any external force. Don't talk about this little Solid Root Realm Saint. Nine times out of ten, it flew a little farther, and whoever picked it up was blessed, and it was a great source of blessing.

After looking for a long time, there was no result, everyone could only protect the young master to go first, the young master's mouth was still problematic, and he couldn't speak clearly, so he went back to the cave first, and asked the envoy in the cave to take a look. It's a delay, it's not easy to do. Fan Yan also knows this. The crowd disappeared in an instant. One of the Cultivators glanced at the middle-aged man.

"This is my waist card, and I will go to the City Lord's Mansion to receive the award in three days."

"It is a senior".

"Come on, take all these scum to the city lord's prison, interrogate them one by one, the young master's affairs, can't find out, and none of them can leave." After saying that, he disappeared into the fluctuating space. Soon tens of thousands of people were taken away. Only the middle-aged man was left on the street. The middle-aged man kept staring at a humanoid stone cave not far away, as if he was thinking about something.

A quarter of an hour later, the street was lively again. What happened here just now has passed, and the new people who have walked by only feel that this place is a little deserted, some shops are closed, and there is no special place. If you want to talk about special places, there are also, there is a human-shaped stone cave not far away, and there is a round pit on the stone slab on the street. It's not like it's fried, it's like something pressing. Occasionally, someone stopped to take a look, didn't understand, shook their head and left.

A figure appears on the inside of the large humanoid hole. Looking around, his brows furrowed. "You can't even have a corpse, right?"

"Hatred Sword". "Qiu Jian, where are you?" If you look closely, it is the middle-aged man on the street just now.

"Qiu Jian" is a familiar name, which can evoke many people's bloody memories of the puppet realm. So who is this person looking for Qiu Jian?

"Hate ......". The middle-aged man shouted in a low voice.

A hundred feet away, a few bubbles erupted from the mud by a pond, and then a trembling hand stretched out from the water, and that hand was holding a holy bag. Then, the pool gushed out, and black muddy water emerged, interspersed with black-brown threads. A black skull, hair, and head rose out of the water, and the wet hair was draped over the head, and the face of the person could not be seen clearly. With a slight tugging of his hair, a frightened face was revealed. Oh my god, what a water ghost. I saw that on that frightened face, a small mouth stretched out a scaly red tongue, and it was also forked.

Poof, the mouth spat out, and a long red carp fell into the water. There was a splash and it was gone.

Poof, the mouth spat again. Squirt out a lot of white puree. It fell down the mouth into the pond and stirred up small ripples. Then there was a fishy mouth, wow, a mouthful of blood spurting out. A hand with mud covered his chest.

Wow. "Boundless, quick, I'm here...... , this ......". Tong. The body fell into the water again.

"Hatred Sword". Sou. A figure flew across the water, grabbed the man in the water, and landed on the edge of the pool.

"Qiu Jian, you have nothing to do."

The man opened his eyes gently, and blood flowed from his mouth, "You fainted, hit the stone, and vomited so much blood, are you still called nothing, there is no end to it...... , medicine ......"?

It turned out that these two people were Wu Yazi and Qiu Jian, and if you look closely, the two of them turned out to be little saints with a layer of agility.

Wu Yazi hurriedly took out a small bottle from his arms, opened the lid, and gently poured it into Qiu Jian's mouth.

Qiu Jian swallowed and stretched his neck for a long time. A hoarse voice is made, "Water, water......".

Wu Yazi jumped to the water's edge, picked up the water in the pond, and flew over.

Qiu Jian waved his hand, "No, no...... Drink...... Which...... fishy".

"Oh, you drank it". Boundless let go of his hand. He took out a water-like spar from his arms, and his face twitched, although he felt a little heartache, he still slapped it, and it was like dozens of buckets of water poured on Qiu Jian's body at the same time.

The sword of hatred rushed out more than a foot away. Like a loach in the muddy water, fluttering twice, trying to stand up and lying on the ground again. I fell and was covered in mud. (To be continued......)