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Shi Niang just laughed and didn't talk to her.

A red ray of light rushed into the shop and turned into a middle-aged monk with a square face and thick eyebrows. He looked upright and awe-inspiring, and he was dressed like a knight. The monks are collected in the mustard seed ring like that.

The middle-aged monk entered the store and took a look around. He quickly found his target. He appeared at the place where Lu Wuhui was in a flash. He pulled up a stool and sat down. He clasped his hands like three people, and said loudly, "Friend Daoist Yan , Fellow Daoist Lu, fellow Daoist Xie, I, Mr. Liang, am late, so I will punish myself with a drink first!"

After finishing the words, he raised his head and finished the wine in the coarse porcelain bowl.

This cultivator named Liang Feiwu was a man of the rivers and lakes before he entered the Tao, and he did not change his style after becoming a monk.

He practiced the Dao of the Sword, and the knife at his waist was used when he was a mortal, and he never gave it up all these years, and used various resources to refine it into a magic weapon of his own destiny.

After Liang Feiwu arrived, not long after, the other two also arrived.

After everyone was assembled, the six of them paid Shi Niang the spirit stones that had not been settled, and walked into the back tent, which was divided into many small grids by space formations, which could ensure privacy and prevent the conversation from being heard by others.

The last two arrived, one of them was a female cultivator named Yanqiu, whose appearance could only be described as handsome, with a scar on her forehead, from the appearance of the scar, it seemed that something had pierced her head.

She is the highest cultivation among the three later, and her realm is the Great Perfection of Transforming God.

The other one is called Cui Yuan, who looks like a teenager. He should have taken the Dingyan Pill. His realm is in the early stage of transformation.

The six of them stood in a somewhat dim space, and the stingy Shi Niang didn't arrange any seats here.

Because of Lu Wuhui, there were countless sundries in Xie Daozhen's Qiankun bag, so he took out the throne made of Yanyang God's gold, and laid a shiny golden cushion on it.

Xie Daozhen looked at Lu Wuhui softly, "Come on, Junior Brother, sit down quickly."

Lu Wuhui hummed, took his seat, Xie Daozhen stood beside him, skillfully took out the spiritual fruit jade box, and fed a light red spiritual fruit into Lu Wuhui's mouth.

The five people standing suddenly had the feeling that they were the younger brother, and one of the two was the boss, and the other was the boss' concubine.

Ghostly words and deeds With a wave of the sleeve of the robe, the ghostly air condensed into a huge throne.

The other four were speechless, but they didn't argue about it. Liang Feiwu sat on the scabbard, feeling a little flustered, and twisted uncomfortably.

The six of them had all left their identity badges with Shi Niang before, and each of them almost knew the other people's names and the exercises they majored in.Of course, the information provided on the ID card is also limited, and it is impossible to truly know a person, and some things will not be written on the ID card for outsiders to know.

This meeting, everyone is to determine whether they want to form a companion with each other and go to the barren sea.

Among the six people, five are cultivators who transform spirits, and only ghost cultivators are fit cultivators.

"Senior Yan." Yan Qiu, who had perfected his spiritual transformation, looked at Yan Yanqiu who was hidden in the black robe, mercilessly concealing his doubts, and said, "As a body-fit cultivator, why do you want us spiritual transformation cultivators to be your companions? "

Yan Xing'an didn't expect that there would be conflicts pointing to him as a fit monk at the very beginning, and the ghost behind him barked his teeth and claws. He sneered: "It's not a good thing for you to have me as a fit monk?"

This female cultivator named Yanqiu was very suspicious. When a body-fit cultivator joined a group of cultivators who transformed into spirits, she felt like a wolf joining a herd of sheep.

"Senior Yan, it is true that it is beneficial to us, but this is the strangest thing. The wild sea is unpredictable. Wouldn't it be more beneficial for you to find a fit monk as a companion? You are not looking for a fit monk, but looking for us As a cultivator who transforms spirits as a companion, you are not afraid that we will drag you down? Or, does Senior Yan have any ulterior secrets?"

Even if there are few fit monks in Huanghai, it is not difficult for Yan Xing'an, who is also a fit monk, to find a fit monk as a companion.

It's not surprising that Yanqiu suspects Yan'an's intentions.

Shi Niang is not allowed to make a move here, Yan Qiu speaks very bluntly, she thinks that even if she can't beat her words and deeds, she can escape successfully.

Not only Shi Niang thought this way, but Liang Feiwu and Cui Yuan were also puzzled.However, their cultivation was not enough, Shi Niang dared to ask for his words and deeds unabashedly, but they didn't dare, but their eyes and expressions also revealed the meaning of inquiry.

Lu Wuhui sat on the throne, and this female cultivator named Yanqiu spoke quite sharply.

His consciousness could see the pale and gloomy face inside through Yan Yan'an's hood.

When they first met, they were questioned one after another by monks who were not as good as their own, and An'an's face was not good-looking.

"I'm looking for you, of course I have a reason for looking for you."

The further the realm goes to the back, the more suppressed the monks of the high realm are compared with the monks of the lower realm.It is true that Huang Hai and his party have a body-fit monk by their side, so the chance of survival will be even greater.But Yanqiu and the others were also worried that Yan Xing'an was targeting them. If so, they would go with Yan Xing'an, and it would be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth in a place like the barren sea.

Seeing that the eyes of a few people were still vigilant, An An said firmly in his words and deeds: "I have been to the barren sea once, and I know what kind of people survive in the barren sea. Bar!"

Speaking of this, Yan Xing'an took a look at Lu Wuhui and Xie Daozhen who were on the throne. Among these cultivators who transformed themselves into gods, these two were the most powerful, especially the arrogant Lu Er.

"Senior Yan means that people with strong souls are more likely to survive in the barren sea. How many of us are you looking for, is it related to our souls?" Cui Yuan, an abandoned disciple of the Xianzong, suddenly said.

He was kicked out of the sect by Feixianmen because he had practiced the forbidden technique on the spirit and soul, and he had a good understanding of the spirit of the monks: "But there is one thing that doesn't make sense. The realm of the fit monks is higher than ours, and the spirit will naturally be stronger. Isn't it superfluous for Senior to spend all his time looking for people like us?"

"It's simple."

"Because he was injured." Lu Wuhui said flatly.

After Lu Wuhui finished speaking, Liang Feiwu, Yanqiu, Cui Yuan and others were all stunned. This explanation can indeed explain Yan Xing'an's behavior, but they didn't know whether the words were true or not. They immediately looked at the mysterious figure hidden under the black robe. Secret words and deeds, see how words and deeds will react.

How did Lu Er know!

The words and deeds in the black robe An's face changed instantly, horror flashed in his eyes, he never expected that the hidden secret would be seen through!

Immediately, he thought of killing people to silence them, but Lu Wuhui suddenly shouted, and everyone present heard it. Unless he killed all five people, if only one escaped, his enemies here would be killed. Know.

With his strength after injury, it is impossible to kill the five people in an instant, not to mention, this is Shi Niang's territory, and hands are forbidden.

"How did you find out?" Yan Xing'an said in a hoarse voice.

Lu Wuhui didn't like talking too much, Xie Daozhen smiled, and said: "Friend Yan, you deliberately acted strong in order to cover up your injuries, but apart from you attacking Xiao Xiao in the Nascent Soul stage, whether it's against Shi Niang, Still, you have never made a move against us seniors, which is not in line with your strong posture. Besides, when we selected the identity cards of the people who went with us that day, you directly omitted the fit monks, and did not consider the fit monks at all. "

"With so many doubts, our senior brothers will inevitably become suspicious. It is only natural to guess that you were injured."

"Your current strength should only be equivalent to the transformation stage. If you don't choose a fit monk, you are probably afraid of being seen through."

In the dim tent, the atmosphere was stagnant. Although Yan Xing'an was wrapped in a tight black robe, he felt that a layer of skin had been peeled off.

The other three people in the tent also suddenly realized at this time, the previous doubts about the monks who were well-mannered in words and deeds, but they found them as companions with the monks who transformed themselves into gods, disappeared at the same time.

Yan Xing'an didn't speak, and after a long time, he admitted in a cold voice: "You guessed right, I was indeed injured, and my current strength is indeed only at the stage of transformation."

When he said this, Yanqiu and the others did not breathe a sigh of relief, and they all became vigilant. They just kept this secret, so it was hard to guarantee that Yanqiu would not do something drastic in a hurry.

Yan Xing'an was angry with Yan Qiu and Cui Yuan who questioned him before, but now he hates Zhang San and Lu Er who broke his secret.

At this moment, he couldn't help but regret going to provoke these two people a few days ago.

"But don't think that I can't do anything to you because I was injured. Since you know my secret, Huang Hai and his party, you have to go if you don't want to go. If anyone is unwilling to go, then I can only think that those who don't want to go That person deliberately revealed my secret..."

A strong ghostly aura gushed out from Yan Xing'an's body, and the coercion of the tyrannical fit monk made Yan Qiu, Liang Feiwu, and Cui Yuan all turn pale.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and even if Yan Xing'an is injured, he is still stronger than a cultivator of Huashen.

Their eyes flashed, and they suppressed those small thoughts in their hearts.

Yan Xing'an's face didn't ease, he looked at Lu Wuhui and Xie Daozhen who appeared on the scene, he didn't understand why these two people were here to break up his injury.

"Lu Er, Zhang San, we have no grievances and no enmity. If you two tell the secrets I have hidden in public, are you not afraid that I will kill you in a fit of anger?"

Lu Wuhui said: "The one who hurt you must be a ghost cultivator, right?"

Words and deeds are in a good place, so I can't hold back the desire to blurt out "How do you know?"

He took a deep breath and said, "You know again."

Yan Xing'an looked at Lu Wuhui with a very apprehensive gaze, this gorgeously dressed young man was simply out of his element.

Lu Wuhui realized that Yan Xing'an was injured because of ghost repair, because he saw that Yan Xing'an's injury was backlashed by a ghost.

Lu Wuhuixiu's cultivation method is biased towards the soul, and he is quite familiar with ghost cultivators who mainly practice soul and fruit. The fierce ghosts on Yan Xing'an's body are violent, and this is often the case when encountering ghost cultivators with a higher level than himself. Spontaneous violence.

On the barren sea, there is a realm higher than the realm of words and deeds, and it is cultivated by ghosts. There is only Mo Yinsheng, the three guardians of the demon sect.