Dressed as Mozun and Meiqiang, the two men

No matter how unwilling Liu Haokun was, after losing the Rusty Dust Seven Sacred Swords, he was indeed powerless to fight Shangguan Heng again.

This also made him sure that Shangguan Heng could not be just in the Nascent Soul Stage...

It turned out that the one who was really self-righteous was himself.

Feeling depressed, Liu Haokun's chest heaved and he spat out a mouthful of blood.He looked at the unscathed Shangguan Heng, and said without a word: "I lost."

"I know that Fellow Daoist Liu is a person who keeps his word." Shangguan Heng said with a leisurely smile.

Amid the buzzing tinnitus, Liu Haokun finally heard what Shangguan Heng said.Quickly swallowed a few Rejuvenation Pills, and quickly adjusted his breath to give his body some strength.

At this moment, the surrounding area was eerily quiet.

Liu Haokun was sure he could hear the voice before speaking again: "Shangguan Heng, what is your cultivation?"

Shangguan Heng smiled inexplicably.

Liu Haokun thought that the other party would not answer, so he heard Shangguan Heng say: "Yuanying middle stage." Then, under Liu Haokun's questioning gaze, he stretched out his right hand.

The gloves made of exquisite fine black scales perfectly fit Shangguan Heng's fingers, as if they were made for him, making the already beautiful fingers even more slender and beautiful.

No matter how you look at it, it is the scales of the black snake, the spirit beast. Does Shangguan Heng think he is so stupid that he doesn't know what magic weapon it is? !

Liu Haokun was furious, at this moment, a ray of sunlight suddenly shot down from the gap between the towering trees, and happened to land on Shangguan Heng's gloves.

Liu Haokun was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that the glove seemed to be composed of ordinary ink-colored scales, but each scale was actually painted with detailed and advanced formations like lettering on rice.

This is a formation that Liu Haokun does not know.

On the pitch-black gloves, beautiful formation patterns are engraved on them, which has raised the magic weapon of body protection that was only a middle-grade human rank by an unknown number of ranks.

Liu Haokun was so shocked that his mood was unstable, he held his breath, and began to describe the formation.

Shangguan Heng suddenly put away his right hand and put his hands behind his back.

He lost his sight, and then looked at Shangguan Heng's face.

The man's appearance can be regarded as handsome, but his facial features are not outstanding. Compared with his unremarkable appearance, Shangguan Heng's fearless, unrestrained and indifferent temperament is more eye-catching, especially his pair of eyes that are always smiling The eyes looked friendly, but also revealed an inexplicable sense of danger.

This person, no matter where he is placed, will not appear mediocre.

After firmly remembering Shangguan Heng's face, Liu Haokun asked, "It's not just formations, is it?"

"Why should I tell you?" Shangguan Heng asked back in a very unbeatable tone.

Liu Haokun: ...

If he stayed any longer, he would probably be mad at Shangguan Heng to death.

Liu Haokun took a few deep breaths, finally swallowed back the blood that welled up his throat again, and concealed his grief and indignation. It was very difficult to pretend to be calm: "Shangguan Heng, one last question, how old are you?"

"Less than fifty." Shangguan Heng said.

Liu Haokun has reached the middle stage of Jindan at the age of 20 this year. With his confidence in himself, he definitely has a chance to surpass Shangguan Heng's cultivation level at the age of 50.

Strictly speaking, Shangguan Heng is not a villain in the true sense, otherwise how could he survive after destroying the Rusty Dust Seven Sacred Swords.Liu Haokun noticed that after the battle, Shangguan Heng kept looking at the young man, presumably worried about the young man's body.

Such a person who speaks sharply to others and is merciless in his actions can actually have a soft heart?

When I saw the young man, it was like a thorn in my heart.

In the midst of the anger and humiliation that filled my heart, an unspeakable emotion was inexplicably born.

Liu Haokun didn't understand what it was for the time being.

He swallowed unwillingly, put away all the fragments of Rust Dust's Seven Sacred Swords, and said without stopping: "Yan Bo, let's go."

Liu Haokun's loss of the Rust Dust Seven Sacred Sword, if known by other people in the cultivation world, he might become the laughing stock of some villains.I don't know what kind of punishment Master will face.

No matter how long it takes, he will definitely make Shangguan Heng pay the price.

The stunned Yan Bo didn't come back to his senses until this moment. He knew that it was hopeless to take away the body of the golden-crowned glazed bird and the magic weapon to regain Zhan Lian. He was distraught, but he could only endure it.

First he took a step, but fell to the ground because his legs were weak, he stood up quickly, and hurriedly left behind Liu Haokun.

"Liu, Uncle Liu, wait for me!"

The soft and clear flute continued to play, but it had nothing to do with the two departed people.

Yan Youning patted the dust on the black clothes, swept around the completely destroyed surroundings, and finally walked towards the two people and the beast who stayed together peacefully.

Yan Youning stood beside the Golden Crown Glazed Bird.

The eye-catching and beautiful golden-crowned glazed bird, comforted by the piper, lay quietly on its stomach, very well-behaved.

Yan Youning took off the ink-scale gloves, revealing his bony hands, and touched the smooth feathers of this spirit beast, with undisguised longing in his eyes.

"You are so familiar with the golden-crowned glazed bird, so you can help me pluck out ten of his feathers and tails." Yan Youning said impatiently to the flute player.

The flute player's eyes widened in surprise, and the melodious flute sound instantly went out of tune.

Xi Ankang did have a way to make the golden-crowned glazed bird suffer less pain, but this golden-crowned glazed bird has only ten feathers and tails in total. Usually, they often show off their feathers to other spirit beasts. One can imagine what kind of ridicule he would encounter from other spirit beasts.

But Xi Ankang has already seen how powerful Shangguan Heng is, and besides, this person really didn't want the life of the spirit beast, and even saved his life...

"Listen to the sound of the flute. I will control this spirit beast, and I will leave it to you to pluck the hair." Yan Youning didn't care whether the flute player was entangled or not.

The feather tail of the golden-crowned glazed bird is very useful for refining weapons. It is hard to catch one, and one cannot be wasted.

When pulling out the feathers, the piper followed the spirit beast's back, not knowing where he touched it. Every time he pulled out a feather, the golden-crowned glazed bird would make a melodious song.

As a result, this desolate area continued to sing birdsong.

Until all ten feather tails were plucked and handed over to Yan Youning, he fondly touched the glazed feather tails, and raised his eyes to see the dumbfounded golden-crowned glazed bird.

After a while, the spirit beast finally realized what had happened and turned its head to look at its tail. Seeing that it had turned into a bald tail, it suddenly raised its head to the sky and let out a miserable cry.

Xi Ankang was full of sympathy for the Golden Crown Glazed Bird.

Look at Immortal Master Shangguan again, while holding a beautiful feather tail, he said to the whining spirit beast: "Ten feathers saved your life, it is very worthwhile."

The golden-crowned glazed bird shed two lines of tears, as if it knew it couldn't beat the opponent, and after the barrier that restricted its movement disappeared, it spread its wings and flew away in a flash.

Xi Ankang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then turned to Shangguan Heng, and solemnly cupped his hands in thanks: "The villain's name is Xi Ankang, and I would like to thank the immortal master for saving my life today."

Yan Youning put away the glazed feather tail and asked, "Do you know why Zhanlian and the others wanted to kill the golden-crowned glazed bird?"

Xi Ankang shook his head and said: "The villain was helping the two people who entered at the beginning. They said they just wanted to take the feather tail of the golden-crowned glazed bird. The villain's master had an accident in the middle circle before. On the condition of helping them, I will let them protect the place I came to, and I never thought that they would go back on their word and kill the golden-crowned glazed bird..."

Fortunately, I met Immortal Master Shangguan later.

"Your master is also a flute player?"

Except for the master, many of the monks Xi Ankang met sneered at ordinary people, like Shangguan Heng, who was a bit weird, but those who spoke to him nicely made him have a little desire to talk.

"Master, he is a casual cultivator in the middle stage of foundation establishment. He has been playing the flute to appease the Golden Crown Glazed Bird to earn spirit stones or some pills. In the past eight years, monks have always come to look for the Golden Crown Glazed Bird. The one who got the task of rewarding the building, because the golden-crowned glass bird is a solitary spirit beast, and there will be no second one where one haunts. They said that the publisher said that the number of tail feathers taken is not enough. Fifteen waves of people."

What Xi Ankang didn't say was that because the number of golden-crowned glazed birds is scarce, Master and the others have always returned without success in recent years. He was very lucky to meet this one this time.

"Two months ago, master came to the middle circle with three mid-stage foundation-building monks, but they didn't come out again." Xi Ankang was also worried that the master was in a hurry this time.

When Yan Youning heard about Master Xi Ankang's situation, he thought of a story in the original book.

He looked at Xi Ankang, saw Xi Ankang's eyes dodge, and then said softly: "Have you heard of a legend in the middle circle? I heard that there is a strange place in it that can realize what a cultivator wants, even if it is immortal It can also be easily achieved.”

Xi Ankang was stunned.

Yan Youning chuckled and said, "Of course it's fake, it's actually a land of illusion, and there is almost no possibility for those who enter the illusion to escape."

Seeing Xi Ankang's frightened look, Yan Youning lowered his voice and said emphatically: "It is almost possible that as long as you find someone with a special fate, you will have your own way to solve it."

Xi Ankang didn't know why, his face was full of worry.

Yan Youning originally thought that one "key" would be enough for You Chizui, but he didn't expect to meet another "key".He was in a good mood, opened the folding fan, fanned it lightly, pointed to Chi Zui, and said with a smile: "When this little friend has finished adjusting his breath, let him take us to find your master."

There must be nothing wrong with Chi Zui, otherwise his lotus Qingxinling will slip away in vain.

Xi Ankang nodded quickly. Although he didn't understand why Chi Zui had the ability to find people, he didn't ask further.

After waiting for about two hours, Xi Ankang was still patient, but Shangguan Heng's expression became impatient.

Yan Youning walked around a lot, every second of waiting was a torment for him.

When his patience was exhausted, he sat directly behind Chi Zui, channeled his mana, and slapped his palm on the opponent's back.

After a while, Yan Youning withdrew his mana.

Chi Zui's body trembled suddenly, and then he opened his eyes, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell into Yan Youning's arms.

The boy's face was pale as if he had suffered a serious illness, his body was cold, and his breathing was extremely weak.

Yan Youning took out a red pill: "Who told me to guarantee your safety, eat this."

At this moment, Chi Zui's whole body was limp and weak, dizzy, as if his body in an ice cellar was suddenly surrounded by warmth, he heard a deep and pleasant voice.

Immediately, a soft touch touched his lips, and a faint inexplicable aroma wafted into the tip of his nose.

Chi Zui shut his mouth tightly subconsciously, and then, his warm fingertips used brute force to pry his lips and jaw open little by little, and a elixir stained with body temperature was pushed into his mouth.

The sweet taste melts in the mouth and flows into the throat.

The boy in his arms was unwilling to swallow the medicine, and subconsciously let out a whining sound similar to grievance.

Yan Youning wiped his saliva and blood-stained fingers on Chi Zui's clothes, and was about to make someone lie on the ground, but when he was about to let go, he found that the other party's hands clenched his sleeves into fists.

Yan Youning: ...

He knew that the method practiced by the male second in the original book was an evil mental method called "Xiang Gong Gong Fa".

There is also a reason why Chi Zui practiced this mental method.

He possesses water and fire two kinds of anti-spiritual roots. Once he cultivates, it will definitely hinder his own cultivation speed and the power of spells, which is much more difficult than ordinary dual-spiritual root cultivation.

In the original book, Chi Zui will welcome the noble person in his life at the age of 15, his master——Song Ruhe, the master of Qingling Hall under the Jixuan sect.

After Song Ruhe met Chi Zui, he felt that the young man was destined for him, so he took him as his apprentice and recruited his disciples.

It just so happened that Song Ruhe possessed a secret book of exercises to control Linggen. The mental method in the secret book was a heaven-defying way to temporarily improve a monk's cultivation at the cost of reducing lifespan and limiting the upper limit of practice.

And once this mental method is practiced for a long time, no matter how talented the monk is, he can only reach the Nascent Soul in the end, and his lifespan will become shorter and shorter, even less than 50 years, which is shorter than ordinary people's lifespan.

Just now, Chi Zui's breakthrough to the Jindan stage is already the limit of his body.This false cultivation is actually not as powerful as one-thousandth of the real realm.

Chi Zui looked thin and thin, only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was indeed 15 years old, but he probably hasn't met Song Ruhe yet.

The young man in his arms was unconscious. He was obviously of a mature age. He was not tall and very thin. His cheeks were sunken, and he looked completely malnourished.

In this way, it is still possible to practice to the early stage of qi refining. It is absolutely impossible to rely on the bit of aura that was picked up from the heroine, or rely on years of hard work.

It seems that there are many more secrets hidden in Chi Zui than he thought.

Because of the fall, the boy's bangs slid down to his ears, exposing his whole face, looking extremely fragile and restless.

Yan Youning looked at Chi Zui expressionlessly again, and finally stared at the two pitiful tear moles for a long time.

What happened to the male second in the original book, and what happened to Chi Zui, had nothing to do with him at all, but I don't know if this counts as sympathy, but in the end, he didn't tear off the clothes from the other party's hands.

It's getting late, resting in this empty place, with the wind blowing, you can only eat dust.

Xi Ankang is an ordinary person, and he has been frightened and suppressed many times.

Yan Youning hugged the shivering young man in his arms, and said to Xi Ankang, who couldn't even breathe easily: "Let's go, your master should still be alive, don't rush to find someone, find a place to rest for a night."

Xi Ankang nodded hastily, with tears streaming down his face, Master and apprentice are incompetent, it is really scary that Master Shangguan's expressionless face suddenly appears.

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