I really want to be a cook

His body was like a feather at this moment, as if a gust of wind could bring him into the sky.

At the same time, it can perceive a lot of information from the wind.

Ok?

Jiang Ping seemed to see a large group of people coming forward from the sound of the wind.

"It's over there!"

Uncle Wu, the leading party, kindly guides the way.

Feng'er also told him other messages.

Jiang Ping resolutely wanted to run away, when he heard a blast from beside his ear:

"Leave!"

A strong wind blew past.

Boom!

The thatched hut exploded from the inside to the outside, and Jiang Ping stepped on his right foot in the wreckage of the house and flew straight into the sky.

But he was soon knocked down with a punch.

It's hard to imagine how much power is contained in Murong Xianxian's seemingly petite body.

But now Jiang Ping knows.

It's like a high-speed truck hitting head-on, full of irresistible power.

On that small fist, it seemed as if a small sun was burning.

Behind him are five golden energy veins surrounding and blessing, one punch is enough to open a mountain!

Grandmaster of the Five Meridians!

Did something go wrong? !

Jiang Ping was surprised at the same time, but he didn't sit still, his whole body was gathered together, and he was able to block his hand.

I block!

then

I can't stop it!

Jiang Ping flew upside down and fell.

puff!

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

The fishy sweetness in his mouth made Jiang Ping feel that he had done something stupid.

Isn't it good to pretend to be honest?

I have to think about making big news, but now it's all right, I was almost beaten to death.

If it wasn't for the fact that the strange force would have taken the initiative to release three points at the moment of contact, Jiang Ping felt that his internal organs would explode with just one punch.

"Big Mao, get on!"

Then I saw a big white dog rushing up aggressively, pressing Jiang Ping to the ground, sniffing around with his mouth, then his eyes lit up, and his tongue licked Jiang Ping's face, very affectionate look.

But Murong Xianxian didn't see all of this.

She thought that Da Mao had already restrained the rogue thief, but for the top-level alien beast, the dignified Bai Yan, she still had to give this trust.

"who are you?"

Immortal Murong's beautiful eyes were full of evil, but at this moment, two vortexes seemed to appear in those deep spring-like eyes, which were enough to swallow anyone into them.

Why does everyone like to ask this question?

While dealing with Bai Jiao's saliva attack, Jiang Ping even had time to think.

Seeing this shameless dog-licking posture, Bai Jie should have recognized him.

So immediately from the situation of narrow escape just now, it became a flying dragon riding a face in an instant, and he didn't know how to lose.

It's not that the enemy is weak, it's because there are traitors inside!

Hmm, traitor.

While pushing Bai Jie's head away in disgust, Jiang Ping said righteously:

"If you don't change your name when you're a real man, you don't change your surname when you sit down. I'm Wan Boguang. I'm praised by my friends in the world, and I'm given a nickname by others. I travel alone!"

"I was caught by you this time, counting you as powerful, kill if you want, cut if you want, and let it be dealt with!"

As soon as these words were said, the two young masters of the Murong family and a group of guards who came up from behind were shocked, especially the second housekeeper, who had a slightly strange expression on his face.

He was in charge of entertaining the Jiuxian, and he knew a thing or two about the purpose of the Jiuxian's visit.

But they didn't expect that Wan Boguang was really lurking in the Murong Mansion.

However, the Jiuxian had left without saying goodbye last night.

Presumably it was because of Murong Mansion's cold reception that he felt disheartened.

After all, people bothered to come over to help catch the thief, but in the end they ended up being a human being inside and out, and everyone felt uncomfortable.

The second butler sighed inwardly.

It would be nice if we walked a day late.

"Wan Boguang!"

Murong Xianxian had obviously heard of the reputation of this great prostitute.

"It's you! What did you do to Jingjing?!"

"Hey! You're talking about that beautiful little lady, right? If you want her to live, just obediently let me go."

Jiang Ping originally wanted to say that Jing Jing was dead, and completely wash away this vest identity, but considering that saying this would completely anger Murong Xianxian, he had to play it safe first.

"Don't think about it!"

Murong Xianxian raised his palm:

"Big Mao, bite him!"

"Go away!"

Jiang Ping, however, touched the bristly hair on Bai Jie's head, and pointed forward with his hand.

"Wang Wang Wang!!!"

Bai Ji straightened up and swooped towards Jiang Ping's direction.

This is a small game he usually plays with Bai Jie.

"Don't come here!"

Seeing Bai Jie rushing towards him, the one who was frightened first was Murong Zheng, the young master who had suffered a lot. The other guards wanted to stop him, but they couldn't stop such a burly creature.

After removing the restraints, Jiang Ping slapped his palm on the ground, and his whole body moved sideways for a few meters, and then a falcon turned over in mid-air, and flew straight out with his legs swinging.

"Goodbye!"

Jiang Ping laughed.

"Don't want to run!"

A divine light flashed in Murong Xianxian's eyes, and he struck out with his small fist in the air, and saw a fist several feet in size shot out like a cannonball.

Bang!

In mid-air, Jiang Ping froze, then forcibly adjusted his position, and escaped at a faster speed with the help of the impact.

After a few dodges, he went hundreds of meters away.

"I'll settle the score with you later!"

Murong Xianxian slapped Bai Jie, who ran over excitedly, and wanted to play games, and with a movement of his body, straddled him, and then slapped his head:

"Chase!"

Chapter 1 The Little Monk Has No Roots of Wisdom

It is impossible to catch up.

Is it worthless to travel alone for thousands of miles?

Although he was seriously injured, Jiang Ping felt that his mental state was surprisingly good, and a wave of strength surged into his body, allowing him to run faster and faster.

This is the realm of the third level of Walking Alone for Thousands of Miles.

No wonder Wan Boguang was able to escape from other people's hands time and time again?

With the blessing of this halo, unless the people chasing him don't know how tired they are, sooner or later they will be pulled away by him.

Jiang Ping ran out of Murong Mansion.

ran out of the street.

Passed the unknown number of houses.

Bai Jie, who was chasing fiercely, was out of breath and disappeared.

Jiang Ping stopped and looked around, only to realize that he was in a small forest in the city. The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves. When he stepped on it, it creaked. It must have been a long time since no one had been there.

"Hmph, you still want to chase me, it's beautiful."

"Hidden mission?"

"I'm not stupid. Wouldn't it be nice to obediently eat my experience?"

"Cough cough pop!"

"I rub it, it hurts!"

Jiang Ping didn't feel that he was in the third level of traveling alone just now, with the blessing of halo. Now that he stopped practicing, the exhaustion and injuries accumulated just now surged up, making him feel a tearing pain.

Murong Xianxian's two punches were not pleasant.

Jiang Ping felt the smell of blood gushing out from his breath.

"You need to heal quickly!"

Jiang Ping glanced around, and the surroundings were still silent, and no one was idle to drill into the grove at noon.

"Talent attracts stars!"

He was running the Qingdi Longevity Sutra, curled up on the ground like a baby.

The fallen leaves all over the ground seemed to turn into water at this moment, Jiang Ping's body gradually sank, the trees above his head rustled, and pieces of withered and yellow fallen leaves fell down, completely burying Jiang Ping's body.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's name.

It is rare for the grove to welcome two guests.

It was a villain with scars on his face, and a young monk with delicate features.

"This benefactor, I don't know what is the purpose of kidnapping the monk here?"

The little monk recited the Buddha's name, even if he was kidnapped, his delicate face was full of peace.

"Little monk, you are out of luck."

The scarred man hugged his chest and said with a sneer, "Don't say I won't let you be a fool, did you meet a beautiful lady yesterday?"

The little monk nodded shyly: "Yes, the female benefactor said she liked him when she saw him, and even kissed him.

Until now, the little monk's heart is still beating wildly.

No wonder the master said that all the women at the bottom of the mountain are tigers, and the monk thinks she is much more powerful than a tiger. "

The scarred villain laughed loudly:

"I didn't expect you, a little monk, to be moved by Fanxin?"

The little monk nodded seriously: