Dressed as Mozun and Meiqiang, the two men

Yan Youning turned his eyes around and finally stopped on the piper: "I remember that the two people in Liuyanbao wanted to kill this little brother before. Little brother, you brought this golden-crowned glazed bird, and you have to give it to me." As for me, it still has a life to live, and you also have a life to live. If you want to hand it over to them... Anyway, I don’t think it’s worth it for you.”

The piper, that is, Xi Ankang, did not expect that the topic would be brought to him.

However, he saw everything that happened just now.

He already understood that the fairy teacher who claimed to be Liu Haokun was born like a tree, but he hoped to calm things down.But the words of the monk who called himself Shangguan Heng pierced his heart every word.

After a long while, Xi Ankang slowly took a step towards Shangguan Heng, and said softly, "I will listen to you, Immortal Master."

The piper's voice is as clear and melodious as his flute.

If you want Yan Youning to compare it, it's like eating iced watermelon in the hot summer, there is a refreshing feeling of refreshment.

Yan Youning glanced at the two corpses killed by Zhan Lian before, smiled, and said inexplicably, "It's good."

But these two words, to the ears of Liu Haokun and the others, were full of provocation.

At this moment, a bird song suddenly sounded, and the golden-crowned glazed bird, which was ignored by them because of Shangguan Heng's appearance, woke up completely. This kind of bird was timid, and when it saw so many strangers at once, it immediately sang long.

At the same time, the wind brought by the spread wings moved the surrounding vegetation.

As if a storm was coming, the vegetation bent instantly, completely exposing the figure of the boy who couldn't hide.

This was unexpected by Chi Zui.

Zhan Lian moved faster than everyone else. When he saw the young man appearing, he took out a magic weapon.

This magic weapon seemed to be conscious, wrapped in a long wind, and approached Chi Zui with lightning speed.

Before Liu Haokun could stop him, he saw the sharp metal shaped like an eagle's claw tied with a silver chain, suddenly clasping the young man's slender neck.

He never thought that Zhan Lian would choose to hurt innocent people.

Liu Haokun didn't even have time to say a word, and watched helplessly as the golden dragon scratched and pierced the young man's delicate skin.

Bright red blood slowly seeped out, staining the cold minions.

Zhan Lian controlled the chain and threatened: "Shangguan Heng, if you don't want him to lose his life, don't be so arrogant! If you give us the golden-crowned glazed bird, it doesn't matter if you take the piper and him away."

Since Shangguan Heng cared about the life of the flute player, he would definitely not refuse to save this innocent young man who suddenly appeared.

Piper Xi Ankang gasped, he didn't expect the cultivator to threaten others.

Yan Youning was a little dazed when he heard that, and he didn't know who gave Zhan Lian such courage. At some point, he took out a bundle of ropes in his hand, and when everyone else's attention was on Zhan Lian just now, he used his magic power to control him. The rope tied the golden-crowned glazed bird that was about to fly away.

At this moment, the golden-crowned glazed bird was trapped on a tree, and kept making bird songs and struggling, but could not escape.

This happened almost instantly, and after that, Yan Youning heard Zhan Lian's threat, and after realizing his thoughts, he couldn't help laughing.

Yan Bo was a bit hesitant when he saw Zhan Lian's actions. After all, Liu Haokun was still here. Although this Master Liu is a romantic and lustful man, the miraculous thing is that he only likes beautiful women and doesn't touch beauties. His nature is to help those in need. Seeing Zhan Lian's behavior, this matter is over, and there will be no good fruit.

He noticed that Liu Haokun's complexion was very bad, and the one who knew the current affairs didn't make a sound.

Seeing that the wound on Chi Zui's neck was getting deeper and deeper, Yan Youning finally stopped laughing, wiped the physical tears from laughing, sighed, and asked in confusion: "Do you think I am a living Bodhisattva, a peerless benevolent person?"

Zhan Lian was completely irritated, his head was dazed with anger, and he secretly exerted magic power.

Liu Haokun stared at Zhan Lian expressionlessly, and finally said, "Zhan Lian, this is just a mortal, let him go." He wanted to calm things down, but what Zhan Lian did was challenging his bottom line.

Rust Dust Seven Holy Sword exudes a compelling sword aura, pointing directly at Zhan Lian.

The young man's patched shirt was stained with blood, his face was so pale that he could see the blood vessels under his skin, he looked extremely fragile, as if Zhan Lian would die if he tried a little harder.

Previously, half of the boy's face was blocked by the long bangs. Now he was forced to raise his head, and his hair was parted from the middle and slid to the sides, finally revealing the boy's eyes and smooth forehead.

It also made people see the boy's appearance and expression.

The boy looked at twelve or thirteen years old, with a stunning face, at least Liu Haokun, who had seen countless beauties, was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed the boy's unexpectedly calm expression.

Yan Youning was the first to notice that Chi Zui's expression was calmer than ever, and he didn't respond to his words of resignation.

As it should.

Yan Youning and Chi Zui looked at each other, because they couldn't see what the young man was thinking, which instead gave him a subtle inquiring psychology.

But Chi Zui really didn't think there was a problem, and even heaved a sigh of relief.

It was just because he felt that if it was true that the demon monk was suffering, even if he didn't kill the old and the weak, women and children, he wouldn't change his principles just because of this kind of child he just met.

It's very hard.

At least, this is consistent with his cognition.

After rebirth, Chi Zui understood that his own life should be controlled by himself, including self-saving and using everything available.

Just like at this moment, when his life is pinched like an ant in the hands of others, he will not place his expectations on the demon monk Xingku, let alone Liu Haokun, who was regarded as a strong enemy by him before his rebirth, but who has lived his whole life. A man who cannot be defeated.

Zhan Lian's attack, questioning and Yan Youning's answer were only a few breaths away.

Chi Zui felt that the golden dragon clasped tightly around his neck was taking away his breath of life, his sense of crisis was rising, and his desire to survive was born.

In a trance, the powerless scenes of the previous life flashed before Chi Zui's eyes like a revolving lantern.

Why are there always people who want to force him, and why are there always people who look down on him...

In his previous life, he wanted to be happy, but they said that he had entered the devil's sect, and if he didn't deserve happiness, he would be doomed. How could he be qualified to compete with Liu Haokun.

In this life, he chose to re-cultivate the method of restraining his mind, practicing day and night, and never lived a comfortable life, because after the elixir just now was regarded as a mortal, it reminded him deeply in his memory. look down on his eyes...

In his first rebirth, he still had vengeance to avenge, how could he die at the hands of a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator.

No matter which life, it is——

It is better to ask for yourself than for others.

Chi Zui's thoughts are like electricity.

When Yan Youning looked over, he looked back calmly, and then, a faint groan came out from his lips and teeth, and Zhan Lian's self-righteous laughter was in his ears.

The laughter was deafening.

Chi Zui has never been calm.

Run your mind calmly and quickly.

He calmly felt that the mana in his body gathered obediently, his limbs and viscera, and there was no pain anywhere in his body, but all this was the price he had to pay.

In an instant, the mana condensed into a golden pill.

Since then, the false golden core has been formed.

The corners of Chi Zui's mouth curled up slightly, and when he heard Liu Haokun's voice admonishing Zhan Lian, he realized that the moment Zhan Lian was distracted, the pseudo-Golden Elixir exploded with enormous power——

The mountain shook for a while.

The young man stared at Zhan Lian, stretched out his hand into a claw, and grabbed it violently.

The air wave formed by the indescribable coercion was like a fire dragon, instantly entangled Zhan Lian who had no time to react.

Zhan Lian flew towards the boy uncontrollably.

Yan Bo saw a burst of golden light erupting from the young man's body, and was suddenly pierced by the dazzling golden light, so he raised his sleeve to cover his tearful eyes.

The eyes of the rest of the people were also attracted.

The surrounding vegetation rustled, and immediately turned into fly ash, which was blown away in the wind.

And the weapon that could easily take the lives of mortals, was controlled by Zhan Lian's mana, and could crush stones more easily, turned into powder and dissipated together with the vegetation when the young man's slender fingers grabbed and tore it off.

Yan Youning raised her eyebrows slightly, and then heard the young man's painful cry resounding through the sky.

"what--!"

Surrounded by the golden light, Zhan Lian's figure was no longer visible.

"Zhan Lian!" Yan Bo's pupils trembled sharply, and when the words fell, just as he was about to take out the magic weapon, an irresistible force of magic power struck the sky and the earth.

His whole body was shaken, his lungs were shaken, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Unable to stand still at all, Yan Bo quickly knelt down on one leg and supported the ground with one hand so that he didn't lie on the ground in embarrassment, and shouted in fear: "Uncle Liu, save me!"

Liu Haokun reacted quickly, appeared beside Yan Bo with a cold face, and cast his mana to protect him.

Yan Bo quickly took out the Rejuvenation Pill and swallowed it hastily.

Look at Shangguan Heng again, protecting the piper and the golden-crowned glazed bird, with protective barriers erected around him, standing in the same place with a leisurely posture, looking at the young man with an incomprehensible appreciation in Liu Haokun's eyes.

Liu Haokun frowned slightly, and after only one glance, he turned his attention to the front.

Core formation period? !

Self-explosive golden core? !

A monk who does this is usually in a moment of real despair...

Liu Haokun suddenly regretted not taking a strong shot to stop it just now.

Even if the young man is really a cultivator, he shouldn't be merciful because Zhan Lian is someone from Liuyan Castle.He slowly exhaled the breath from his heart, and then looked carefully.

... No, not the Golden Core Stage.

Liu Haokun is currently in the alchemy stage, and he knows very well that if a monk in the alchemy stage chooses to blew himself up, he will be razed to the ground within a hundred miles and become a huge pothole in no time.

Even if the Immortal Domain Bailin is protected by the forest protection enchantment established by Da Neng in ancient times, the area in the middle circle will be affected, at least their location will be destroyed, and there will be no grass, not to mention, at least a hole will be formed within a radius of one mile .

However, the self-detonation power of the young golden core is only one ten-thousandth of that of the real golden core.

When the wind stopped and everything around became quiet and clear, Liu Haokun saw a small pothole formed within five feet of the boy.

The boy stood with his back straight, and what caught the eye was a strand of white hair in the hair of the boy who was originally full of black hair.

However, he didn't seem to care, his slender fingers were full of explosive power, the veins on the back of his hand jumped up, and he pinched Zhan Lian's deformed and bent neck fiercely.

Zhan Lian's face was purple, his pupils were congested and red, his eyes were full of fear, his mouth was slightly open, and his breath was gone.

Before he had time to do anything, the body-locked He Chi umbrella fell from his hand and landed on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The young man loosened his hand.

Zhan Lian fell to the ground and died.

The young man lowered his head and glanced at the dead monk, his eyes were light.

At such a young age, it seemed that what he killed was not a person, but an insignificant thing.

Afterwards, the young man raised his hand, and the locked He Chisan and the storage bag at Zhan Lian's waist came into his hands, then looked up at Liu Haokun, and asked indifferently, "You want to kill me?"

Liu Haokun exhaled again, shook his head after calming down, and then said: "No, this matter is his own fault, but I still need to take his things back to Liuyanbao."

The implication is that Chi Zui wants to give them what belongs to Zhan Lian.

Liu Haokun walked towards the boy, his expression was a little more serious than when he appeared on the stage.

Chi Zui lowered his eyes slightly, holding the umbrella and the storage bag, his face was calm, but his fingertips turned white from the force.

To be honest, of course he didn't want to return this thing to Liu Haokun, but he is already a strong outsider...

Why, whenever he faced Liu Haokun, he would always face such a passive and unwilling situation.

Even though there are thousands of grievances in his heart, the current situation is stronger than others, Chi Zui can only let it go knowing the current affairs.

A self-deprecating smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, Chi Zui raised his hand slightly, and was about to throw the object in his hand to the man who was coming towards him, but his arm was suddenly held down by a warm and powerful force.

Chi Zui's muscles tensed up as he looked to his side.

"The things you bought in exchange for your life are already yours, why should you return them?"

The man's voice was deep, gentle and natural, like the crisp sound of a chessboard, lightly clasping on Chi Zuixin.

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