Chapter 334 Weight than the Holy Beast Mountain

Yun Zheng said, "The old liar dreams, which one worships you as his teacher?" Mo Beichou said complasonably, "Anyway, if you have learned kung fu, you can't rely on it. This is called a nameless rice. If you don't admit it, there's nothing you can do."

Yun Zheng was completely speechless and raised his arm. Mo Beichou was ready to flash to the left. Unexpectedly, Yun Zheng was a false move. There were no stones at all. The two immediately looked at each other and laughed.

Mo Beichou said, "With the grass and tree essence treatment of the little demon spirit, my body injury is fine. It is estimated that I can arrive in Ningzhou City tomorrow. I want to meet with Yin Nanxing and other Nanyuan disciples, boy... Why don't you take the little demon spirit with me, and there will be a care of Nanyuan disciples. It's an old man who invites you. How about it? You are the first to get such a sincere and low-hearted invitation from me. Don't slap me in the face and refuse.

Yun Zheng replied very simply, "No, who knows what the hell you are thinking. I don't know if you will be betrayed. It's too dangerous to be with you. You'd better harm Yin Nanxing's disciples and grandchildren. Let's part ways tomorrow."

Mo Bei sighed sadly, "Oh, you boy, you really don't know happiness in happiness."

Next, the sky darkened, and the north wind was blowing. Goya curled up in the dress that Yun Zheng put on for her and slept against the big tree. Mo Beichou and Yun Zheng sat under a tree and meditated. Yun Zheng swallowed the thunder and lightning crystals that had been refined for three hours, and then replenished the thunderstorms that had been lost in the fierce battle with the black demon Huangshang. They were refreshed, their veins were obviously broadened again, and their martial arts cultivation increased to five paragraphs and one star.

Yun Zheng opened his eyes and saw that Mo Beichou was still sitting under a tree not far away. His breathing was almost audible, and the air was smooth. It seemed that there was really nothing wrong with his injury. Goya slept sweetly under the tree like a kitten. Yun Zheng lay down on the other side of the tree and quickly fell asleep.

He was tired for a few days, so Yun Zheng slept soundly and dreamed that he paired the map engraved with the belly skin of the fiery python with the picture like a begonia leaf in the secret box of Tangmen, and found the holy emperor's heritage and looking for the secret treasure in the maze-like corridor. He also dreamed that Tang Xiaoye and Tang Xiao's cousin drove the thunder and fire mechanism and rampaged on the wide streets. The roaring thunder and fire knocked down the enemy one by one, but they didn't see the opponent clearly. In the dream, I returned to a cave of Cliff Chonghou, fighting with Yao Niang Renxin, and the danger was alive...

Then he smelled a faint fragrance of vegetation and flowers. The appearance of the little demon appeared in his mind, and his body was bathed in the blue light of the essence of vegetation, which was so warm. Yun Zheng suddenly woke up and found that the soft jade was full of warmth. The little demon didn't know when she got into her arms and was sleeping soundly. Presumably she felt cold at night and subconsciously ran to her side.

Yun Zheng looked at her beautiful face and let her curl up in her arms, but couldn't help reaching out and pinch her nose. The little goblin woke up and shouted to break free. His face turned red with shame. He looked at his clothes alertly and asked, "What...what did you do to me?"

Yun Zheng got up and sat up and smiled, "Of course, I want to do whatever I want to do with you. What else do you think I can do?"

The little demon Ling Geya frowned, "Master, is it really...my own...that?"

Yun Zheng laughed and nodded, "Of course it's your own, is it still mine?" Goya seemed to be very annoyed, "Master, don't you think slaves are very casual women?"

Yun Zheng was even more happy, "Aren't you always that kind of person?"

"You..." The little demon was about to completely collapse, and he was so angry that a silver light ball hit Yun Zheng's head. Yun Zheng did not dodge, and it didn't hurt when it hit his head. It also had the miraculous effect of washing dust and dirt, so he washed his face after waking up.

Yun Zheng walked around and found that Mo Beichou had disappeared. It is estimated that he may leave in the morning without saying goodbye, and he didn't feel anything to worry about. Of course, a great master like Mo Beichou, who can't see the head and tail of the dragon, is determined to come and go like the wind. It's not a big deal to play goodbye without saying goodbye.

Goya returned the clothes that had been covered with the wind and snow for a night to Yun Zheng, and then made a water ball to cleanse himself. Then he asked, "Master, what should we do?"

Yun Zheng replied, "Go to the boundary of Ningzhou and take one step at a time. It would be better if we could get in touch with Liu Zhi and others.

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A canyon a few miles away, the mountain walls on both sides are full of trees, dense, covered with snow, and very deep. About 20 practitioners lie in the dense forest on the right, wearing light armor and holding sharp blades. The leader is a tough man in his thirties, shirtless on a snowy day, with a white tiger head tattoo on his chest, serrated teeth, and ferocious.

More than 20 people stared at the only narrow path in the canyon through the woods. The tough man asked, "Wang Yuanshan, do you really find out that the team of Yaowang Valley is going to pass by here? If the news is wrong, I won't be polite to you.

"Eighth Master, are you still worried about me? How have I ever made a mistakes in all these years?" Wang Yuanshan, who answered the conversation, is an inscription teacher in a green robe. He is in his forties, skinny, with a pair of cunning triangular eyes, constantly blinking.

The eighth master, who hit his shirtless chest and tattooed the white tiger's head, looked at the more than 20 warriors behind him and said in a rough voice, "This time, the master's old man sat with heavy troops and did his mother in the border city and the Yunyi Dynasty. Our disciple also raised his eyebrows and exhaled. If we don't take this opportunity to kill a few more Yunyi Xiu It's too sorry for Master's years of teaching. Although the master ordered the disciples in the door not to cross the border and go deep into Yunyi Ningzhou without authorization, except for Lao Jiu, which of the remaining brothers stayed in the camp? His mother ran out to intercept Yunyi practitioners and attack, as if there was no such store in this village. As the eighth disciple of the master, how can I fall behind? Listen carefully. If you all win bravely, I will definitely get a big reward when I go back. If you dare to be a shrinking turtle, don't blame the iron bar in my hand for not having eyes.

Twenty martial artists answered in unison, "I will die for the Eighth Master."

The tough man with a white tiger's head on his chest is Huo Huwei, the eighth disciple of Lin Baozi, the head of the White Tiger Hall of the first martial arts sect of the Tiger Wing Dynasty. Although he ranks eighth among the disciples in the sect, his martial arts cultivation can be counted as the middle of Lin Baozi's nine disciples.

The Yunyi Dynasty and the Tiger Wing Dynasty fought on the border. The commander of the 100,000 soldiers of the Tiger Wing is Lin Baozi. Lin Baozi is a martial arts master who has reached seven stages and eight stars early. The nine disciples in the family have become weapons, and thousands of apprentices and grandchildren, and their status in the Tiger Wing Dynasty is no less than that in the Tiger Wing Dynasty. The Eastern Family is in the Yunyi Dynasty. Lin Baozi is also a hot figure. This time, the border city conflict between the two dynasties and the Tiger Wing Dynasty attaches great importance to it. In particular, he invited Lin Baozi to come out of the mountain to sit in the town, and he took all nine disciples to serve in the army. One is to give the disciples the opportunity to practice, and the other is to let them make contributions to the dynasty and fight for fame in the future.

Lin Baozi is exquisite and skillful, but he is very cautious and orders the nine disciples not to cross the border of the confrontation between the two armies without authorization. However, except for the ninth little disciple who was obedient, the other eight disciples had already sneaked into the territory of Yunyi many times to intercept Yunyi practitioners in order to catch the head of the strong attack.

It has been five days since Huo Huwei came out with the inscription master Wang Yuanshan and more than 20 other elite martial artists this time. He intercepted three small sects that came to Ningzhou to look for treasure for cheapness. Due to the great difference in strength between the two sides, Huo Huwei almost destroyed the three unlucky small sects without blood, which made him feel very uncomfortable. , he greatly despised the strength of the practitioners of the Yunyi Dynasty, and his conceited and arrogant thoughts spread uncontrollably. There were a lot of old men who killed the city in Ningzhou, and they could slaughter the city.

This time, Wang Yuanshan, the dog-headed military master, inquired the news in advance and was ready to intercept the disciples of Yaowang Valley who were rushing to Ningzhou. Huo Huwei didn't look up to the group of pharmacists. He always felt that they were extremely twisted with medicine, grass and so on all day long, which was a business that only women were suitable for. Therefore, the hunting of Wang Yuanshan's layout is quite boring.

Huo Huwei looked at the sky and asked, "Yuanshan, why haven't those turtles and grandchildren of Yaowang Valley arrived yet? Didn't you fly through the air with a spirit beast? I'm a little out of energy to deal with such a weak man. Why don't we go directly to the outside of Ningzhou to intercept a big one?

Wang Yuanshan smiled and said, "Master, I have arranged 100 crossbowmen on each side of the mountain. The whole sky is shrouded in my wind array. If the disciples of Yaowang Valley want to pass from the top of the mountain, they can't escape the interception of the crossbow. Eighth master, don't underestimate the people of this medicine king valley. It can really intercept and kill them. It's ten times better than the small sect you killed ten days ago.

Huo Huwei suddenly came to his senses, "What? Hundreds of people came to Yaowang Valley? This time, I'm going to have a good time.

"How can there be so many people," Wang Yuanshan shook his head mysteriously and stretched out a finger. "There are no more than ten people in total, but I can guarantee that you killed one of them and set up a big function for Master Lin to allocate 10,000 armors to you. At that time, the eighth master will forget to be there."

Huo Huwei was greatly excited and patted Wang Yuanshan on the shoulder and said, "As long as I forget you one day, I'm sure the position of the first military division under the account is yours. Don't talk to me. Tell me, who is the person you want to kill?"

Wang Yuanshan squeezed his triangular eyes and laughed and said, "Chu, the young master of the medicine king of the valley, followed the rain, the first heir of the medicine king Guzong, and the owner of the valley pharmacist Chu's heart-root. Hey hey, eighth master, do you think this battle is heavy enough?

Huo Huwei nodded and said, "Heavy, it's fucking heavier than the Holy Beast Mountain!"