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Chapter 63 And...go with the wind?

On a mountainside, a group of muscular and muscular men with big arms and round waists are speeding up the mountain.

I saw that although they were tall and tall, they often landed on their toes, but they didn't splash any dust.

However, their state of mind at this time is not at all as "light and airy" as they are under their feet.

From time to time, they would look up at the top of the mountain with unconcealable ecstasy and greed in their eyes.

Because there, there is a dazzling golden light, which dyes the entire mountain top in a dazzling golden yellow, which is extremely attractive!
The spot of light continued to diverge beyond the mountain peak, and the peacock, which looked like golden scales from a distance, opened its tail.

The leader of the group was a wretched man with a stooped body like a thin monkey, but although he was stooped, the speed under his feet was no slower than the tall and strong young people behind him.

His eyes, which were naturally narrowed because of their narrow slant, were secretly happy at this moment.

Fortunately, this opportunity was snatched for me. When I eat up all these opportunities, after I go out, this Jin Gangzong, who the hell is the father? !
Late cave?

What a joke, it's just a trash who can only eat the treasures of heaven and earth!
When I reach the late stage, I will smash your heart with a fist!
Just then, the sky suddenly changed.

It was originally a fine weather with a clear sky, but in an instant it was overcast and the thunder was faint.

God's face can change as soon as it changes.

The heavy rain suddenly fell all over the sky, crackling the green leaves in the forest.

The hunchbacked man's complexion suddenly sank, heh, it's been a long time.

Opportunities and dangers coexist, whether it is down the mountain or down the mountain, this is the same hard truth.

There can be no free lunch in the world, God is not your father after all, is he?
Under the infiltration of the heavy rain, the mountain road in the forest was drenched almost instantly and became extremely muddy.

However, the group of people going up the mountain were obviously not ordinary people. They were led by the rickety man. They shouted angrily one after another, and then their stature suddenly rose, and their blood was surging in an instant.

Just when the rickety man was about to quicken his pace and come to a quick fight to prevent the night from having more dreams, he seemed to have sensed it, and quickly squinted at the forest beside him, and at the same time the muscles of his whole body were quickly adjusted to the combat state, he raised his hand He clenched his fist next to his ear, signaling the young people behind him to stop.

In the forest beside them, a figure slowly appeared, holding a bamboo umbrella and riding a tall horse.

After seeing the "outfit" of that figure, the group of people who were a little nervous had strange expressions on their faces.

Riding a big horse in the woods?Still holding a bamboo umbrella?

Is it because he is afraid that his mother is not afraid of being hooked to a branch?
Just when a group of men couldn't stop complaining, the weird middle-aged man suddenly started laughing loudly, and after laughing for a long time, he suddenly started to chant poems:
"Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves."

That laughter was incomparably hearty, but to the ears of the group of strong men with strange faces, it was extremely penetrating.

And the weird man's next sentence, which seemed to be without thinking, made the group even more confused.

You... what the hell are you talking about?

Seeing that the group of people looked clueless, the middle-aged man who had been quietly watching their reactions under the cover of an umbrella almost stretched out his hand to cover his face.

The young people of this year are also uneducated!
The world is going down, the world is going down!

Then the middle-aged man with a face full of pain just coughed, and then slowly put down the umbrella in the heavy rain, revealing a thin face with slightly protruding cheekbones, and continued to chant with some heartache:

"Why not scream and..."

These days, when you take a poem test, you have to make up half a sentence yourself, which is a crime...

At this time, the only young man in the group who could be considered to be Zhou Zheng, suddenly realized, patted the uncle next to him, and said in a low voice:

"Uncle Yuan, this idiot seems to want to compete with us in poetry!"

That rickety man got angry when he heard it, Huo, damn it, I don't even bat an eye when fighting, Dou Shi?I will be afraid?
So under the expectant eyes of the thin middle-aged man, the stooped man picked out his crotch, then scratched the back of his head with the same hand, pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said confidently:

"Why not scream and...and..."

"And go with the wind!"

The expression of the thin middle-aged man suddenly froze on his face.

Then it became extremely hideous.

Follow your eggs!
I saw a blood energy that was so thick that it seemed to be suffocating, rushing out of the thin middle-aged man suddenly, like a river bursting a bank, or like a tiger coming out of a box.

Just in the blink of an eye, the group of young people got slapped one by one, and fell to the ground like a row of wheat.

As for the hunchbacked man with a wretched face, the five fingers of that man held Tianling tightly with claws, as if his head would be crushed in the next moment.

The middle-aged man with a ferocious face frowned wildly, and said angrily:

"If you don't use your brain, you can give it to those in need!"

As soon as the words fell, the rickety man felt a heartbeat from the top of his head.

He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the energy, blood and spiritual power in his whole body seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't mobilize the slightest bit.

Just when he felt his head was about to explode, the weird middle-aged man suddenly let go of his hand.

In the next moment, deep darkness shrouded, and the consciousness of the rickety man was instantly blurred.

……

In a terrestrial palace with vermilion walls and golden tiles, an old Taoist with horns and white beard sat on a dragon chair at the height of the main hall. His snow-white Taoist robe was opened, and was casually taken off behind him, revealing the clothes under the robe. dry body.

In his arms, there was a stunning woman with empty eyes, her phoenix cloak was torn to pieces, half hung and half hanging on her body.

The old Taoist's face was slightly flushed and his breath was heavy. He glanced sideways at the pair of black and white jade beads slowly turning around him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, with joy and pride overflowing with color.

Intermediate magic weapon!
First, when he thought that he would suffer all kinds of insults for obtaining a low-level magic weapon of average quality in the sect, resentment arose in the old Taoist's heart.

The middle-level magic weapon, hehe, is the heart-like magic weapon of the sect master and junior brother, which is of such a rank. If the quality is counted, then my pair of yin and yang jade beads will definitely win by more than one notch!
An old Taoist who was born as a mortal scholar, although he was a step behind in his practice because he became a monk halfway, but he still climbed into the middle stage of Dongtian Realm with his good talent and scheming.

At this time, the old Taoist, for the first time, felt a little bit happy about his reputation as a scholar. Aren't those Shi Laozi poems just a joke in front of the Daoist?
The Mongolian children I taught before could memorize these verses backwards!

Therefore, the team led by the old man received a lot of opportunities without much loss.

At this time, the pair of yin and yang jade beads beside the old man is the biggest opportunity among them.

Once you figure out the rules of the cave, you can do whatever you want!

How could the dynasty under the mountain allow him to "enjoy" such a concubine?
Happy race fairy!
Amid the old Taoist's wanton sharp smile, a huge pitch-black crack suddenly opened from the hall, engulfing the old Taoist in an instant.

Several similar cracks appeared in several other places of the palace at the same time, engulfing several young Taoists who were equally disheveled.

The upper beam is not upright and the lower beam is crooked.

……

(I closed the small black room twice, and deleted most of the old Taoist’s action descriptions to pass the review, so it’s too late)
(End of this chapter)