Something is wrong with Jian Zun

As if nothing happened, Chu Zhaoliu spread out his fan chicly, walked up to the wandering herb pickers, squatted down, his beautiful eyes were bent, and asked sharply: "Are you helping them lure passers-by?"

The faces of the herb pickers turned pale in an instant, and they fell to their knees with a plop, crying even worse than before: "Immortal, spare your life! Immortal, spare your life, we didn't mean it! We were forced..."

Chu Zhaoliu groaned, and slapped his fan when he got up.

Before they knocked their heads down, they felt a soft wind supporting their bodies, bringing them up as well.

Everyone was a little at a loss, they couldn't continue their begging for mercy, and they were trembling.

Xie Ming has always disliked talking, let alone talking to strangers.

Chu Zhao opened his mouth, he shut up happily, lowered his eyelashes, and glanced at the ugly monsters on the ground.

From just now, he has been thinking about what this is.

The appearance of these monsters is very strange, with a big head and a small body, just like a baby with an adult head hanging on its body, each doll with a big head, funny and scary.

They are hidden in the bamboo baskets of the herb collectors, and when unsuspecting people approach, they will open their fangs and rush towards the front door.

Chu Zhaoliu calmed the crowd gently, then turned his head to see Xie Ming looking at the corpses all over the floor, and clicked his tongue: "I haven't seen something with such a good appetite in many years, and I can talk to you. How about it, do you know?" This thing?"

Xie Ming shook his head.

Similar monsters have been seen before, but they are only similar, he will not easily conclude.

Chu Zhaoliu immediately seized the opportunity to laugh: "The dignified sword master is so ignorant."

When Xie Ming thought of the "good thing" that Chu Zhaoliu kicked to his feet just now, his face turned cold: "You know it?"

Chu Zhaoliu said, "I'll get to know you right away."

He took out a communication stone from the storage ring, and while injecting spiritual power, he penetrated a wave of spiritual consciousness and entered the "Spiritual Domain" where monks communicate.

A lively picture suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, as neat as the pages of a book, but each line of words has a different title.

[Has any fellow daoist teamed up to find the Millennium Cold Ganoderma lucidum in the extreme north?One more person]

[Hurry up!I ask all the seniors to give me some pointers, what happens when the spiritual power flows backwards when forming a pill? 】

【Sincerely Appreciate Teacher】

[Xu Mouning from the Quartet, if you have the guts to come to Wangchenya to fight to the death, I will let my junior sister see clearly that you are a waste! 】

[Rational Discussion: Is the No.1 in the world today Xie Ming? 】

[Guiyuan Sect will open disciple recruitment soon, and welcome people with lofty ideals from all over the world to join. Those who have completed the Golden Core can directly be promoted to Keqing Elder, and two thousand spirit stones will be enshrined every month...]

[Reveal the true secret of the sword master Xie Ming who slaughtered the demon clan for three thousand miles]

[A lot of money to buy Xiaoyaojian Gu Junyi and Junzijian Chu Wen's first reprint version]

[Have you heard that this time, the Buddha Sect and the Taiyuan Sect will hold a meditation meeting in Tianqing Mountain, and the disciples of the Buddha will also come in person! 】

Lingtongyu was built thousands of years ago by a senior with a fantastic idea. As long as there is a communication stone, even if you are thousands of miles away, you can send texts and exchanges in Lingtongyu, asking for help and solving doubts.

And, discuss gossip.

After all, people are inevitable.

Even if one reaches the realm of transforming gods and steps into the Ascension Gate, he is still a human being.

It would be too devoid of human nature to even gossip after breaking up the valley.

Chu Zhaoliu took a picture of the monsters on the ground and sent them to the Lingtong Domain, and sure enough, he soon attracted capable people from all walks of life to recognize each other.

I just received a bunch of answers, but I can't get it right.

Feeling slightly disappointed, Chu Zhaoliu exited the Lingtong Domain, and met Xie Ming's eyes that were as clear as glass, without changing his face: "Are they important? Kill them all."

Xie Ming said "heh" in a calm manner.

The few herb collectors over there finally calmed down.

Seeing that Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming really didn't seem to care about it, they pushed and pushed the little girl who told Chu Zhaoliu to run away just now, asking her to explain everything.

The poor little girl's face turned white and red, and she didn't dare to look into Chu Zhaoliu's eyes, she said in a low voice, "We went up the mountain a few days ago, and when we were going down the mountain in the evening, we got lost in the mist."

They didn't pay much attention at first.

They are all herb collectors in the village at the foot of the mountain. Their ancestors depended on the mountains for generations, and they made a living selling spirit medicines. They are very familiar with the mountain roads. Although the fog on the mountains is dangerous, it is not a big deal.

But after walking for a long time and still wandering in the same way, several people realized the problem.

When they were exhausted, they heard the sound of "click, click" in the fog, like dried bones colliding alone, and then dense black shadows crawled over.

As soon as they looked up, they saw distorted faces in all directions, smiling at themselves.

Speaking of this, the panic in the little girl's eyes still remained: "They... want us to be bait."

Chu Zhaoliu raised his eyebrows.

Suyang's spiritual energy has become more and more barren over the years, instead it is full of resentment and often produces evil things, so it is sparsely populated. Although there are spiritual veins on this mountain, they are too meager and will not be of great benefit to cultivation, so few people will come.

These big-headed dolls are too good at finding a place to fish. It will be difficult to open a place where the birds don't shit in three years.

Under Chu Zhaoliu's encouraging eyes, the little girl slowed down, and continued, "We haven't gone down the mountain. My parents were worried, so they brought people up to find them...then they all caught them."

After she finished speaking, she bit her lip and timidly peeked at Chu Zhaoliu.

Chu Zhaoliu was hurriedly dragged down the mountain by Gu Junyi, wearing a lavender brocade robe casually, and had no time to tie up his hair, so he hurriedly tied it up with a hairband. On his left ear was a red tassel earring, which was made of unknown material. The color is crystal clear and blood red, like a drop of heart blood.

As if he had discovered her peeping, he raised his eyes and smiled slightly, his gestures were graceful and elegant, his eyebrows and eyes were tender and affectionate.

He looks like a sloppy, rich man in the world.

She sniffed and stammered: "Brother Xian, Xianren, you are so beautiful, can, can you save my parents?"

Chu Zhaoliu rolled his eyes: "What's your name?"

The little girl was at a loss: "Chen Yueyue."

"Yueyue, it's really nice." Chu Zhaoliu nodded kindly, "Don't worry, I'm so good-looking, so it's my duty."

Chen Yueyue laughed through tears.

Xie Ming glanced at this shameless person quietly, but didn't say a word.

Sensing his gaze, Chu Zhaoliu twitched his lips, pointed at Xie Ming, and looked at Chen Yueyue with a smile: "But whether you can save people or not depends on this immortal brother, and you have to praise him together. Yue Yue, do you think he looks good?"

From the beginning to the end, Xie Ming only said a few words and did one thing, and the rest of the time he watched with cold eyes, as if the unpickable kaolin flower and the untouchable snow on the top of the mountain exude a sense of "whoever gets close to me will die" "'s indifferent demeanor, no matter how handsome as a god and clear as a bright moon, it makes people daunting and only dares to look at it from a distance.

Chen Yueyue was frightened, and said in a low voice anxiously: "This fairy brother is also very good-looking."

Xie Ming glanced at him expressionlessly: "Is it interesting?"

Chu Zhaoliu chuckled and said, "Isn't it because you're afraid that you won't be balanced and won't make any effort when you meet the big-headed doll?"

Big head doll?

The extremely ugly face floated in Xie Ming's mind, and it was hard to describe it.

According to what Chen Yueyue said, there are still many big-headed dolls on the mountain, and there are also many ordinary people, so we can't draw circles everywhere and let them stay.

Chu Zhaoliu thought for a while, he opened the way, and after Xie Ming cut off, he protected a few herb pickers and walked into the dense fog that had gathered again.

Chu Zhaoliu took advantage of the situation and asked where this place was.

This mountain looks like a fish head from a distance, and the name is very simple and unpretentious, it is called Yutou Mountain, and it is still some distance away from the seal place of Huoyao.

Because of the barrenness and remoteness, there is only Yutou Village nearby. The nearest market is fifty miles away, and it takes half a day to go back and forth. It is only enough to make ends meet after collecting medicines and selling them.

Chu Zhaolu sighed "hard work".

Immediately the tip of the ear moved.

There was another whimpering cry in the wind.

The routines cannot be said to be irrelevant, only identical.

Although the big head doll has a big head, it doesn't look very smart.

Chu Zhaoliu, carrying a folding fan, led the way out of the thick fog following the sound of crying.

Ahead is still a mountain platform.

But the scene made Chu Zhaoliu stunned again.

Those who huddled on the ground and whimpered were indeed five or six herbal pickers who were dressed similarly, but the heads of big-headed dolls had already rolled on the ground.

A few monks in light blue robes were in a mess, panting and holding their swords, cursing: "Fucking bastards, how dare you collude with monsters to harm us!"

"I want you to pay the price!"

That family emblem clothes...

Chu Zhaoliu narrowed his eyes.

Chen Yueyue, who was behind her, suddenly yelled "Aniang", and several monks who had almost died and were still on fire heard the sound and looked over. The moment they saw Chu Zhaoliu, they were stunned.

Then, as if weighing something, he glanced at him up and down, with a strange expression on his face: "Chu Zhaoliu?"

Chu Zhaoliu shook his fan calmly, but smiled and said nothing.

It turned out to be the Chu family.

The four major families in Xiujie are headed by the Chu family. There are not many members of the Chu family, and these people are all side branches.

The leader is called Chu Heyang, with limited talent, but his ability to see the wind and steer the rudder is superb.

When Chu Zhaoliu was still a peerless genius who was famous all over the world, he was the one who followed beside him and called him a little son. It was also he who scolded him, hating him from the bottom of his heart for no reason, gnashing his teeth.

The degree of disgust is comparable to creatures with more than four legs and less than one.

The two hadn't seen each other for many years, Chu Heyang almost didn't dare to recognize him, and looked at Chu Zhaoliu for a few more times, with a meaningful smile on his face: "Who am I talking about, it turned out to be the 'famous' genius, Young Master Chu Ah, after hiding in Fuyue Mountain for so many years, how dare you go down the mountain?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the others also came to their senses, and couldn't help but stay on Chu Zhaoliu's bullying Saixue face, and laughed loudly: "Could it be that you finally got tired of being played by your senior brothers and got swept away? Haha Ha ha."

"Don't blame me for speaking harshly. As soon as the spirit vein is broken, you will be willing to be lowly, and you will gain protection by selling your body. The Chu family has such a waste like you, which really shames the ancestors."

"Hey you guys, why are you talking to Young Master Chu, he is a peerless genius."

"Disrespect, disrespect, young master Chu, don't mind, we are outspoken and love to tell the truth."

A group of people laughed to themselves, their eyes full of disdain and contempt: "Chu Zhaoliu, for the sake of being part of the Chu family, I kindly remind you, go back where you came from, such a dangerous place, Just you, a trash who can't even form a golden core, you're going to be so frightened that you're going to cry and cry your mother."

It feels quite pleasant to wantonly humiliate someone who used to look up desperately and couldn't see his back.

Chu Heyang folded his hands, looked down at Chu Zhaoliu from a high position, and said with a sneer, "You knelt down and kowtowed to me three times, and shouted 'I'm a waste' three times, it's not like we can't consider taking you out of here. "

Chu Zhaoliu heard them yelling, a trace of coldness flashed across his half-closed eyes: "Enough is enough?"

He didn't want to waste his words, he tilted the folding fan in his hand, and just as the wind was blown up, a cool breath of fresh snow blew by his side.

There was no movement for a long while, Xie Ming's figure gradually became clear from the depths of the thick fog, walked to Chu Zhaoliu, looked at the people in front of him calmly, tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chu Zhaoliu paused, shook his fan, and the condensed wind around him suddenly began to flow again, and he smiled indifferently: "It's not that I was bitten by a dog when I was a child, and I have shadows. Looking at them now, I am a little scared, I dare not Go forward."

Chu Heyang glanced at Xie Ming coldly, and when he saw the red line between the two wrists, his brows suddenly raised: "I also said how dare you go down the mountain, it turned out that you changed another man, but the one who stayed with the trash , isn’t it also trash? Ha.”

The fire in Chu Zhaoliu's heart suddenly went out, and his pupils trembled violently.

He couldn't read it, but he was shocked.

These few wine bags and rice bags don't know Xie Ming?

It should be known that accompanied by the prestige of Sword Master, there is also the terrifying name of Killing God.

Back then when the two races fought against each other, Xie Ming's murderous aura and blood aura all over his body, it took several decades before it diminished a bit.

Xie Ming has been in a high position for a long time, and no one has ever dared to speak like this in front of him. His brows were raised slightly, as if he felt it was very novel, and he chewed on those two words: "Trash?"

He didn't reveal his identity, but only glanced at Chu Heyang's smug smiling face, and said indifferently: "Let's go, we can almost determine where the lair is."