Walk the career line in Xianxiawen

The younger brother has long seen Wei Yin's original face, but the words "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade" have never been in his dictionary.

"Don't resist, you can suffer less."

Whether it is bestowing death, going back in time, or other tricks, it is useless in the face of real strength.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wei Yin half-kneeled on the ground, the blood dripping on his body, as if he was scrambling to lose it, he raised his eyes, his vision was a little blurred, and he wiped his lips casually, but he couldn't wipe it clean.

Except for the time of Peak Master Yaofeng, he hadn't received such a serious injury for a long time.

Maybe this time the escape route needs to be staged last time.

If he can't break through in the battle this time——

He will die here directly, or he will be cut off from his Taoist body after being in a coma, and die miserably.

Wei Yin almost didn't have the strength to stand up.

Before dying, he thought of many people.

There is Master, there is Meifuyou, there are elders of Kunlun, there are Qingli, Shiwujuniper, Master Qifeng, Young Master Yaochi, Sovereign Penglai, Master Yuhua Palace...

And Xie Xingxiu.

The younger brother's voice gradually became clearer:

"The 17-year-old Nascent Soul is at the peak, so to speak, he is also Hebi Suizhu in the third heaven."

"It's a pity that I was born in the second heaven."

Wei Yin retorted in his heart.

He never felt sorry.

He felt honored to be born in the Second Heaven.

Facing the imminent death, Wei Yin tried to mobilize the spiritual energy in his whole body.

The spiritual power in the body surged and hit the fragile Nascent Soul, and the dantian seemed to be overwhelming, surging violently.

If Jinhua is a god, the Nascent Infant needs to undergo a transformation to become exactly the same as the main body, instead of being like a baby as it is now.

Yuanying in Wei Yin's dantian holds a black hairpin in his right hand and a white hairpin in his left hand, with his eyes closed tightly, standing still under the spiritual violence.

He knelt down in the pit and stood up abruptly.

"You still have the strength to fight?" The younger brother was surprised, "Young people are really full of energy."

"Brother, go ahead, don't really kill anyone." The younger brother folded his arms around his chest and put the knife back into the storage bag.

The elder brother stepped forward and replied, "Don't worry, I won't hit anyone in the face."

The younger brother was relieved, "Go."

Wei Yin's wounds were all skin traumas, although they were not light, but compared to his previous self, he was already extremely tolerant, the reason why he didn't get up just now was to adjust his physical condition.

If you don't enter the gate of death, how can you break through yourself.

Do not break or stand.

On the road of cultivation, the most important thing is to stick to the original way, but the cultivation of the fighting spirit must not be left behind.

Encounter the enemy, fight!

Fight for yourself, fight for those behind you, and fight for the world.

The black and white hairpin in Wei Yin's hand quickly grew in size, and finally stopped at the size of an ordinary saber. If you look carefully, it seems that he is holding two black and white long swords in his hand.

Whether it is the master or other elders, they have said similar things to the younger generation.

In the face of a strong enemy, one must not be cowardly, and must not be defeated without a fight.

An inch of fear is an inch closer to death.

Holding the jade hairpin in his left and right hands, he pointed at his elder brother who was walking over with a stone hammer.

The land was trembling because of the other party, and every time the huge body trembled, it would cause a tremor on the ground.

Wei Yin glanced at it, and found that the opponent's stone hammer was of a much higher level than Lingbao, and it should be at the level of a half-immortal treasure.

The cultivators of the Third Heaven are really arrogant, even the weapon of one of their subordinates is a semi-immortal treasure.

When the breeze blew, the temple hair moved along the direction of the wind, but because it was wet, it turned back to its original position.

Elder brother is a physical trainer, Wei Yin's attack has no effect on him, and Wei Yin never thought that he could hurt the other party, what he has to do is to squeeze his own potential, force himself to break through, attract heaven and earth robbery clouds, force back The two Dongxuan escaped by themselves using the space teleportation talisman.

Just a few breaths passed, and there were some big pits on the ground.

Numerous times the stone hammer brushed against Wei Yin's limbs, and he dodged it, feeling his body getting lighter and lighter, as if he was being tortured by thousands of knives. Thick arm bones.

Wei Yin heard his rapid breathing in his ears. He didn't need to breathe, but at this time he was seriously injured, and the spiritual power density of the third heaven hadn't adapted, so he had a rejection reaction.

Wei Yin directly blocked the five senses to prevent his mind from sinking.

Fight with all your senses.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Yin saw a stone hammer as big as a wooden bed falling towards him, he couldn't dodge it, and was directly thrown into the pit by the stone hammer!

"Brother, stop playing, pull him out." The younger brother smiled helplessly, "He shouldn't be able to move now."

My brother moved his hand, and was about to suck the stone hammer over from the air.

Suddenly, the world changed color!

The two of them were isolated together, watching the lightning and thunder above their heads, and the purple thunder as thick as an arm hovering faintly, unable to fall.

The elder brother wanted to take back the stone hammer again, but found that he had lost contact with the weapon.

The younger brother frowned, "It's a joke, he wants to break through."

Dong Xuan in the battle.

The power of heaven is here, and no one can approach it.

Because Wei Yin is not an original resident, the first thunder that fell was extremely dangerous. Fortunately, a stone hammer blocked most of the force, and when it finally landed on Wei Yin, it was as thick as a thumb.

Brother's stone hammer was shattered, and the figure in the pit stood up again.

Even my brother was startled, "Does he still have the strength to get up?"

After being hit by Dongxuan, he was not disabled?

For Yu Weiyin, this battle is body tempering, in other words it is fitness, but what is different is that he is exercising his body with his life.

Being in the third heaven, even the Dao of Heaven is malicious towards him.

Staring at Jieyun in the sky with his consciousness, Wei Yin saw that that day Lei was much thicker than the usual Transformation God Jie, and clearly wanted to kill him here.

He propped up his body with the jade hairpin, looked up to the sky and laughed out loud.

"My God..."

Before he finished speaking, Tianlei struck his head.

Several thunder calamities crashed into the pit, and lightning and thunder flashed in a radius of ten miles, stirring up gusts of wind and rain. Two Dongxuan cultivators waited for the thunder calamities to disperse before walking to the edge of the pit to take a look.

"The person should be dead, but it's a pity that this kid has a good time." The younger brother shook his head, "The duck in his mouth flew away, next time don't play too much, it's easy to make mistakes."

The elder brother silently picked up the stone hammer, which was already a waste of copper and rotten iron. Fortunately, the stone hammer was not his natal weapon, otherwise he would be seriously injured this time.

……

Mei Fuyou's body was painless and acid-free, but she didn't have much strength.

Seeing the triple door and falling into it happened in an instant, he pushed Wei Yin out without thinking, but missed the opportunity to use the space teleportation talisman.

After regaining consciousness, he didn't rush to open his eyes first, but listened carefully to the voice in front of him.

"Miss, Madam bought him not to be your husband-in-law, but to change your spiritual root aptitude!"

"He is so good-looking, how could he be rough on a beauty! I'll go tell my mother right away, let her change someone, and this young master will stay and be my bodyguard."

This voice was obviously more immature and lively, and the tone was full of innocence. The maid had no choice but to go to see the wife with her own lady.

Mei Fuyou saw that he was tied with a spirit-binding rope that blocked his cultivation. He was lying on the bed, and there were jingling jade bells on the bed curtain. It looked like an ornament, but it was actually a formation.

With this formation, Mei Fuyou couldn't run away.

Hearing the conversation, he also knew that his illusion of covering his face had been broken.

He simply lay down and looked around.

A woman's boudoir.

According to the tone of the maid, he was sold back to exchange qualifications for the lady of this family, but because of his outstanding appearance, the lady couldn't bear it and wanted to keep him alive.

If a monk who lost his spiritual root and Tao body did not receive treatment, he would only die. The fact that this family can buy and sell monks shows that he is just a commodity and cannot be called a "human being".

If you are not human, you will not be healed.

If he waited any longer, he would just sit and wait to die. Mei Fuyou didn't have the patience to coax the girl to live, but the formation and the binding spirit rope in front of him were really difficult to do.

However, before Mei Fuyou could think about it any further, the young lady and the maid came back.

The young lady obviously came back from a big victory, and her steps were very light and cheerful, "Xiao Rong, go and tidy up this young man's room, and send someone to bring me back a copy of all the clothes and accessories that are popular in the Three Heavens."

Xiao Rong agreed and left.

After giving the order, the little girl walked in and met Mei Fuyou's gaze.

She rushed over excitedly and untied Mei Fuyou's spirit-binding rope, "Lang Jun, how do you feel? Did those bastards in the auction place do anything to you?"

The little girl has short eyes and thin eyebrows, red lips and a round face, wearing a short jacket, as light as a butterfly among leaves.

Mei Fuyou didn't immediately answer her question.

The little girl was very disappointed, "You are not dumb, are you? I will go to the alchemist to show you, first you can tell me your name through voice transmission?"

Mei Fuyou's spiritual power returned, and she observed that the little girl in front of her was also a cultivator of transforming spirits, but there were too many masters inside and outside the house, so there was no doubt that he did not have the strength to escape.

After Mei Fuyou finished watching, she supported her head and closed her eyes, "I... who am I? Who are you?"

His acting skills are not very good, but the little girl has no experience in the world, so she didn't notice it, "Are you out of your mind?"

The little girl hurriedly went to look for the alchemist, Mei Fuyou knew that these maidservants had Dongxuan cultivation, so she didn't act rashly.

Pretending to be amnesia is the most difficult to be dismantled, the premise is that the alchemist has not searched for the soul.

Mei Fuyou won the bet.

The alchemist didn't search for the soul, even he and the alchemist were separated by a screen, the little girl stared at the alchemist closely like a thief, and asked someone to treat him from the hole in the screen.

The hole in the screen was made by the little girl on the spot.

"This young master was probably stimulated, and unfortunately lost his memory, just take a few doses of medicine and he will be fine."

The alchemist opened a prescription and handed it to the maid in the house.

"Don't you need to take pills?"

"Go back to Miss Fourth, no need."

"Then you step back." Miss Si waved her hand to let the maidservant boil the medicine, and the alchemist bowed his head and left.

"Maybe it's a good thing that you lost your memory." Miss Si stroked her chin and said with a smile, "I will take good care of you in the future!"

"You are?" Mei Fuyou asked following her words.

"I'm your benefactor. My name is Xu Chunfeng, the Fourth Miss of the Xu Mansion. Just call me Chunfeng."

"I've already cleaned up your room, and I have arranged for two maidservants and two attendants, I can tell them if there is anything to do." Xu Chunfeng's eyes were crescent-shaped and bright as stars, "However, you are not allowed to lure people to bed. "

Mei Fuyou: "..."

To say that she is Meng Lang is also Meng Lang, and to say that she is simple is also pure.

His demeanor is innocent, but his speech is very bold.

Mei Fuyou met her gaze and nodded.

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Mei Fuyou has no official match

The way of heaven will only protect its own people, and those who are not of our clan will have different hearts