Scum of the Cultivation World Chapter 547: Xinxin Lakeside

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Bi Changchun glanced at him lightly: "The demon domain was originally created by Wan Jian Mojun. Some things about him are passed down from generation to generation in the mouth of the emperor, and will not be disclosed to outsiders. There is a chance to know, but you gave up. Even so, I can give you another chance. If you swear to take over the next servant, I will tell you without asking you. Do you really want to know? ? "

"Uh ..." Mo Ru was stunned, and his face was twitching. After a while, he retracted his body and said with a look, "I just asked casually, you just don't say it." , Why should you be so serious. "

"Don't you want to know?" Bi Changchun sneered: "I can still trust the vision of the last servant."

Nongzhu repeatedly waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget the old stuff, panic when you think about it, you still tell your baby apprentice."

For him to put the shackles of the demon domain for a secret that has nothing to do with himself, it is a bit of a loss. Like in his current life, he has a lot of freedom, he wants to eat and eat, sleep and sleep, walk and walk, stay and stay, and let me stay free.

"Go early and go back early!" Bi Changchun shrugged out coldly. This is to urge him to go to work quickly, and don't spend time here.

"Hum!" Nongzhu climbed up very unhappy, and said while pulling on his clothes: "It's been eight years of my life when I met you. I'm always supported by you. Don't ask a question!" You do n’t have to go by yourself, why should you always let me talk? "

Although this is said, he also knew in his heart that if Bi Changchun appeared to find people in various countries, the movement would be too big. This guy didn't show up easily. When he showed up, he was shocked all over the world. I was afraid that the world's monks would be panic-stricken. I didn't know what was going to happen again. No way, prestige!

Wandering to the door, Nong Zhu suddenly turned around and asked: "From the news that Wen Lanfeng had heard during this time, Yue Qianchou's incidents have become more and more inclined, you are not afraid of him coming Can't close it? "

"Nothing is bad, the bigger the trouble, the better. It would be too quiet, and it would cause trouble for him. Let him get used to it, and I can leave with peace of mind." Bi Changchun said indifferently.

"Uh ..." was dumbfounded, and really wanted to scold him mad. The old thing of feelings really let go of the apprentice to toss. For the apprentice's growth, he took the whole cultivation circle as a whetstone.

I'm feeling ups and downs today and I don't want to be stimulated anymore. Nongzhu flashed outside, into the sound array left by Nan Ming's ancestors, after sending a message to Wen Lanfeng, he quickly swept away ...

The sacred place of Biwan Kingdom, the green trees covering the sky. Deep in the dense forest, the lake of ‘Xixin Lake’ is as quiet as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and various birds passing by from time to time. There are a lot of pavilions and buildings on the bank of the lake. The morning fog is like smoke, like a fairyland on earth.

This place is the place where Biwan Guowen's literati used to entertain guests. Occasionally some people walked around the pavilions, and some three or five groups of monks met to chat together. From time to time, some people plunged into the air, and most of them rejected the disciples sent by the literati to attract guests, and directly inserted into the crowd of monks to chat and laugh.

At this moment, a sound of rapid flight breaking through the air came, and the sound was not like a master, which caused everyone to look up. As soon as everyone raised their eyes, they found that an old man in black robe stopped halfway in the air and laughed: "Longevity brother, I didn't expect you to come earlier than me."

The person coming is Yin Baikang. Many people greeted him, and many people turned their heads aside in disgust.

Underneath, there were four people standing on a booth that extended to the lake. Compared with other places, this booth is large, but the staff is a bit small. There is no reason for it. The following four people are the characters of the top ten masters of the cultivation world, all of which are masters of the final stage of the deification.

There are also circles between monks and monks, and those with insufficient grades are difficult to gather together. Just like the secular world, the ranks of top characters are too high, and people with low grades do not have a common language, and small people can't play with them.

"Yin Baikang, you are too late!" The old man in grey clothes leaning on the railing alone glanced. This person is Hu Changshou, the lord of the Dongzheng Kingdom and the lord of the Tianfeng Cloud Palace.

Yin Baikang fell next to him with a series of phantoms, just wanted to speak, and then heard someone say haha: "Yin Baikang, looks pretty good!"

Yin Baikang glanced back, the three people who were together for a few meters of foreign exchange, arched their hands lukewarmly, said: "Pei Fang, Ouyang Da, Qi Jiujun, long time no see!"

The three of them smiled at each other, it was that kind of unwilling smile. A big fat man in a blue dress slowly moved towards Chaoyin Baikang. He was fat, fat, fat and round, and his face was radiant, like a landlord and old man. This person is the lord of the millennium, Pei Fang, the master of the late Huashen.

I saw him solemnly nod and say, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Last time I heard that your grandson was kidnapped, I wanted to meet with you and persuade you to mourn. Who knows that you really can afford to give up 300 million top grade spirits Shi Lai redeemed people, and Pei was surprised! Worthy of being the backstage boss of the World Business Association, rich! "

The two stood together, but they were about the same size, but unfortunately one fat and one thin, the size difference was very different. Yin Baikang narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Pei Fatty, let you run away last time, would you like to fight again today?"

"What I said, let me run away. Last time, your fat man was anxious to take a step in advance. Why? Want to fight again here?" Pei Fang looked around, shaking his fat face Meat, there is a whisper: "I don't have any opinions, I can always accompany you. However, the beautiful scenery here is also the site of the wind and wind, I am afraid that your yin and old ghosts don't have this courage!"

"You are not afraid of Pei Fatty, is it that I am not afraid, you dare to come, I will continue." Yin Baikang said diametrically. At this time, the lords of the surrounding countries are looking at this place, even if the taboo of Wenlan wind is no longer taboo, the wind can not fall on the mouth in public, otherwise the face will not be lost.

Ouyangda and Qi Jiujun looked at each other and slowly walked to the left and right sides of Pei Fang. The former said indifferently: "Individual music is not as good as public music. The two of you do n’t mind letting us both get involved!"

"Nice!" Qi Jiujun, dressed in golden robes, agreed.

He is the Lord of Nine Thailand. The former is the Lord of the Liao Kingdom. Both of them are masters of the last stage of Huashen, and they are together with Pei Fang. The words of the two are pretty good, and they seem to be together. But everyone around saw it, the meaning was obvious, and they clearly wanted to fight three and one, to clean up Yin Baikang.

Yin Baikang smiled and turned back: "Longevity brother, it's a very lively one!" The tone means long.

The negative hand confronted Hu Changshou at Xixin Lake without looking back: "Since it's hilarious, naturally, the more people, the more hilarious, count me."

PS: I stayed up late yesterday and did n’t sleep well. I ’m busy with work again today. Send these first, let me rest, don't scold! Fight for more tomorrow ...