Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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At this glance, the white-haired old man's heart trembled!

He was also an existence in the later stage of Lichen, but Ji Cangmang's glance seemed to be released by a monk far beyond his level, full of a sense of transcendence.

"This guy...could it be the starry sky before, or the realm of the other side?"

The white-haired old man's figure froze, and fear arose in his heart.

Not only the white-haired old man, but also the other monks were also shocked.

"This kid is obviously a mortal, why is the power of this glance even stronger than that of a cultivator in the starry sky realm?"

All the cultivators were horrified.

At this moment, from Ji Cangmang's performance, everyone could vaguely feel that this person was probably the most outstanding kind of cultivator no matter in his will, will, or talent.If he hadn't been imprisoned here, such a character would have to be snatched into his power.

……

Under the moonlight, the two figures looked at each other.

The white-haired old man was terrified for a moment, and then was replaced by even more humiliating and angry emotions. He, who had already started to rebuild, was frightened by a mortal's glance. It was a great shame. Thinking of this, the white-haired man The old man walked forward again.

Whoa!

The old man finally got into the water and was about to forcefully stuff the human flesh into Ji Cangmang's mouth.

"If fellow daoists try to forcibly smash my will, don't blame me for being rude!"

Ji Cangmang said coldly, his eyes became sharper, although he had a heart of humility and compassion.But when it's time to do it, he never hesitates.

"Boy, don't forget that the old man has already repaired, and he already has mana in his body. You can't beat me, just eat the food obediently!"

The white-haired old man came slowly.He said with a gloomy tone, his eyes were as fierce as a ghost.

Whoa!

Ji Cangmang's eyes flashed brightly, and he stood up directly.

Pong!

Ji Cangmang took the lead and slapped it heavily in the water in front of him, splashing a large amount of water.Like a water curtain, it shot at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man's consciousness was blocked, and after his naked eyes were blocked by the water curtain, he could no longer see clearly the scene in front of him, so he had to dodge to the side first.

boom!

After a while.An arm with big bones but little flesh came out from behind the water curtain and punched hard.Hit him in the stomach.

This punch condensed the anger in Ji Cangmang's heart.And the power of will, it can be said to be quite heavy.

"Oh ah--"

The white-haired old man screamed and fell into the water behind him.

Ji Cangmang seized the opportunity and stopped like a woman.Punch after punch, smashing up, even though there is no magic power blessing, it still gives people a violent aura like a storm.

The white-haired old man also didn't know much about human martial arts, but after being punched by Ji Cangmang more than a dozen times, he finally roared angrily, threw the flesh and blood in his hands, and launched a counterattack.

boom!

boom!

The two once aloof monks fought like mortal reckless men, you came and went, punching to the flesh, bang bang sound.

"Boy, good fight!"

"Old Ghost Chu, don't lose, hahaha—"

The sound of strange laughter and applause came from not far away, and the monks laughed out loud.

……

And at this moment, in the camp, there are also many monks looking here.

Bei Mingjin was of course one of them. His gaze was always on Ji Cangmang, cold and disdainful. In his heart, he had the same thoughts as the white-haired old man about Ji Cangmang.He just wanted to drag Ji Cangmang, who was still insisting on himself, into the abyss.

And in a place dozens of steps away.

Three figures, standing side by side, are also looking at this side.

The one in the middle is the hot female leader. This woman's name is Jing Dudu. She can defeat other people and become the leader here. Naturally, she has something special.

Jing Dudu has been practicing recently, and the affairs in the camp are handled by Bei Mingjin.In fact, as the leader and the strongest monk, she no longer needs to mine.

With a pair of bright and beautiful eyes, after just a few glances, Jing Dudu roughly guessed the ins and outs of the matter.

"How long have I been in retreat?"

Jing Dudu asked.

"27 days."

An old voice came from the side, the person who spoke was the old man surnamed Chen, who was Jing Dudu's uncle.

"That guy, has he survived for so long?"

Jing Dudu said in surprise: "I remember the most powerful guy before, but he only persisted for eighteen days."

The old man surnamed Chen laughed and said: "It's not just that, after eighteen days, that guy ate more than anyone else, and he was ruthless. It's really hard to imagine that he turned out to be a monster that never ate people before."

After the words fell, Beimingjin in another place suddenly turned around and glanced here, his eyes swishing, as if making a sound.

This glance is extremely complicated.

"Boy Beiming, in your heart, you should appreciate that kid, right?"

The old man surnamed Chen seemed to be aware of his gaze, looked at Bei Mingjin, and smiled again: "In this case, why did you throw this bait to destroy his will? Are your monsters' minds as complicated as ours? ?”

Hearing the words, Bei Mingjin's eyes flashed slightly, and he snorted coldly: "Brother Chen is thinking too much, I just punished that kid a little because I lost face before, even if I don't make a move, he It’s also impossible to survive.”

"Oh--"

The old man surnamed Chen drew a long voice, and said, oh, he looked like a ghost would believe you.

Bei Mingjin snorted coldly and remained silent.

"The two of them have almost fought, junior brother, go and separate them, don't let them die."

Jing Dudu seemed to ignore the verbal confrontation between the old man surnamed Chen and Bei Mingjin, his gaze remained on the riverside, and after looking at it for a while, he said something to the middle-aged man on the other side.

The middle-aged man is the disciple of the old man surnamed Chen, named Lu Fei, and Jing Dudu was able to secure the position of the leader, not without the great contributions made by their master and apprentice.

The three of them have not gone to mine for more than 20 days.

"Yes, Senior Sister!"

After Lu Fei said, he walked towards the river.

……

in the river.

Bang bang, water splash!

The white-haired old man was already swollen everywhere from the beating, and his whole body was in pain. This unlucky guy bumped into Ji Cangmang who was full of hunger and couldn't calm down, and tried to destroy Ji Cangmang's will, which inspired Ji Cangmang's bloodiness. Under Lian Yeyu's fierce and fearless attack, he was beaten up.

And although he had already started to re-cultivate, after all, he only had more than a dozen days of effort, and he had persisted for many days before. His mana was weak, and he didn't dare to waste it easily, so he immediately suffered a disadvantage.

"Death to Laozi!"

The white-haired old man was beaten into a pig's head under the watchful eyes of everyone. He felt ashamed and angry, and finally exploded. A green finger shot out.

In the past ten days, a little mana that had been accumulated with great difficulty was finally displayed.

puff!

The bright red blood splattered!

The two were very close, this attack pierced obliquely upwards from under the ribs, and shot out from the left back, Ji Cangmang let out a scream, and threw it backwards.

His complexion was extremely painful, and he didn't know if his heart had been pierced.

Bang!

After falling into the water, Ji Cangmang finally couldn't get up again. In a pair of tiger eyes, the pupils were constricted, and the blood from the corners of his mouth and the blood from his ribs and back gurgled out together, staining a large area of ​​the muddy river water that had been battled red.

The feeling of weakness overwhelmed the hunger, rushing in.

The white-haired old man blasted Ji Cangmang into the air, and gasped heavily. At this moment, the old man was bleeding from all seven orifices, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he looked very miserable. I don't know how many bones were smashed by Ji Cangmang.However, there is wood-type aura in the body, and it can recover slowly by itself.

Soon, the white-haired old man set his gaze on Ji Cangmang's body again, a pair of bloodshot bull's eyes. After staring for a moment, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill Ji Cangmang, completely.

"Boy, the old man will send you on your way!"

The white-haired old man said in a dark voice, his eyes were reddened, he raised his arm again, put two fingers in his middle, and poked them into a sword shape.

Ji Cangmang floated on the water, watching the other party's movement with dim eyes, but he was unable to escape anymore, his pupils froze.

Are you going to die?

What about Tai Xuanmu?

What about Taiqingsi?

Your own ideals and pursuits - is this the end of it?

A feeling of blankness gradually flooded into his mind. For the first time in his life, Ji Cangmang felt so weak and helpless, unable to fight against fate.

whoosh-

This finger light finally shot out, heading straight for Ji Cangmang's head. (to be continued~^~)