Retrograde fairy way

"Fairy, please wait a moment, Yunkong has something to say!" Bai Yunkong yelled to Wuyunji who was also on his way in the distance with a pale face after galloping all the way, coupled with the repeated battles, the energy in his body was exhausted.

"Whoosh!"

Wu Yunji turned around and looked at Bai Yunkong with a rather bad expression, which showed that she was in a bad mood.

"Whoosh!"

Bai Yunkong took a few breaths, but he didn't notice it, and asked in doubt, "Why didn't the fairy take that kid down?"

"Hmph, are you willing to see that person so arrogant as a fairy?" Hearing this, Wu Yunji snorted coldly, as if thinking of something, her face immediately sank.

"Uh..." The sound came into his ears, and Bai Yunkong's whole body trembled, only then did he realize that his expression was wrong, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Do you know where Yue Peng has gone?" In this way, Wu Yunji couldn't be too harsh, after all, it wasn't his fault, and she held Yun's temples lightly.

It was good not to mention Yue Peng, but Bai Yunkong was furious immediately, and said angrily: "This man is really hateful, he took the treasure of this deity, and ran away in front of the battle! In the future, he will definitely not be spared!"

"Hehe, I'm afraid the young city lord has no chance!" At this time, Wu Yunji returned to her charming look and said with a coquettish smile.

"What? Could it be that Fairy looks down on me? Thinking that she won't be able to surpass him in the next day?" Bai Yunkong frowned, feeling very uncomfortable.

But that's all, if he was asked to glare at Wu Yunji, he really didn't have the guts.

"Hehe, that's not the case. If the fairy guessed correctly, Venerable Yue Peng is probably already dead!" Wu Yunji said indifferently to the anger in her words.

"What does the fairy mean by this? Then Yue Peng is... ah, it's Mo Qing?" Bai Yunkong was puzzled at first, but a flash of light flashed in his mind, and suddenly a person came.

"That's right! The young city lord is quite smart! Hehe!" Wu Yunji couldn't help teasing when she saw that he wanted to open up.

"Uh... Fairy was joking!" Bai Yunkong had an embarrassed look on his face, perhaps because he blushed suddenly thinking about his previous performance.

"Hehe!" Seeing his appearance, Wu Yunji laughed and trembled.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Bai Yunkong couldn't help asking: "How did the fairy know that I am here?"

But as soon as this remark came out, I immediately felt that it was inappropriate. Since the other party raised the name of Bai Cang, it must have something to do with it.

Sure enough, Wu Yunji explained lightly: "Ling Zu learned that Yue Peng used the green-horned beast as an excuse to reveal the news to the Young City Master and Bai Fengshan. In order to train you to inherit the family in the future, although he didn't do it himself, he did. I invite this fairy to come here in order to prevent Yue Peng from harming you!"

Hearing the words, Bai Yunkong was suddenly enlightened, and immediately said: "No wonder he knows everything about the green-horned beast, but after the green-horned beast appeared, he disappeared. It turned out that he had other plans. thing..."

Seeing his expression, Wu Yunji didn't know what he meant, she smiled coquettishly and said: "Hey, young city master, it's better not to think about it, Yue Peng is probably dead at this time, and the thing he is drawing may have fallen into the ink. Green hands!"

"Hey, if I knew this earlier, the old man, grandfather, should have taken action. With him around, it would be easy to catch!" Bai Yunkong said with a dejected expression.

"Hehe, this matter is a foregone conclusion, it's better to rush back to Baiyun City as soon as possible!" Wu Yunji just finished speaking, and after a surge of vitality, she floated away into the distance.

Seeing this, Bai Yunkong couldn't express his feelings anymore, so he had to force his strength to chase after him.

……

More than half a month later, a blue-gold ray of light streaked across the sky, heading north from the periphery of the Gulong Mountain Range.

"Whoosh!"

When the light fell to the ground, the figure inside flashed out, it was Wang Mo.

Standing in the bushes, Wang Mo looked around and said to himself: "It seems that we have to change our appearance again!"

I saw his hands rubbing his face for a while, and when he put them down again, his dark and thin cheeks turned slightly yellow, making him look much older, and then he clenched his hands into fists.

Hearing a cracking sound, his bones and muscles squirmed, and his figure abruptly grew several inches, making him even stronger.

After finishing these, Wang Mo set up the Dunguang again and headed north.

A few months later, a middle-aged man in black tights ushered in a market.

This person is Wang Mo, who is disguised and changed his shape. During the past few months, he drove all the way and found many monks holding his image jade slips and searching around. Fortunately, he had foreseen it long ago and did not cause too much trouble.

These families or casual repair teams all received rewards from branches of the Artifact Refining Sect in major cities or squares, and some families were completely aimed at currying favor with Tong Yan, the new Nascent Soul Saint of the Tong family. Su, in order to obtain its asylum.

"Whoosh!"

"Sanhua Bushen Pill, a mid-level second-level spirit pill, requires more than a dozen kinds of second-level spirit herbs, plus..." Recalling the impression of the medicine in his mind, Wang Mo said a few words to himself, and went to the next monk away from town.

At this time, the "Five Elements Body Refining True Gang" practiced by Wang Mo is only a preliminary condense of various primordial breaths, and it can only be regarded as just getting started. The body secret method must at least enable the five kinds of energy to form a cyclone in the five internal organs, instead of just a cloud of mist as it is now.

And all the way he walked, in the major squares and cities, in addition to searching for second-level top-level refining materials to refine and strengthen the breath of the five elements, he also searched for second-level elixir, in order to refine the elixir into Qingjiao Beast healing.

Even so, he was cautious, for fear of being targeted.

At this time, he caused quite a lot of trouble. He lost a cave of the Nascent Soul Saint, and robbed a descendant of a grand master. Thinking of that day, Wang Mo couldn't help but twitch his mouth, and a touching figure flashed in his mind. .

If he heard correctly, this Wu Yunji is obviously also a saint.

For this woman, Wang Mo was quite jealous, although he seemed very calm when facing Wu Yunji that day, if he hadn't practiced the "Concentration Art" and his spiritual consciousness was extremely condensed, he might have fallen for the other party's charm.

All in all, it is more or less guilty.

And after the snatched green-horned beast was put into the spirit beast bag, although the injury improved, it was only in the spirit, and the physical recovery was a little slow. In desperation, Wang Mo had no choice but to look for healing pills everywhere. .

Although along the way, a lot of demon cores were collected and swallowed by it, hoping to be able to heal itself, but the effect was minimal, because it was too worn out in the first battle, and there was no evil energy to replenish it. The demon core alone was not enough.

There are many healing elixirs in his storage bag, but most of them are high-level elixirs. The green-horned beast is too seriously injured to make up for it. If it suddenly takes this elixir, the injury will definitely aggravate.

The other is the healing elixirs he collected himself, but most of them were collected during his previous qi refining period, so how could it have much effect.

So he decided not to retreat anymore. At this time, his cultivation had stabilized at the middle stage of foundation establishment, and too many retreats would no longer have much effect.

"Stop those in front!"

Just as Wang Moyu sent a low-grade spiritual weapon on his way, a sound transmission came from his ear, which made him stop thinking.

"Huh?" Stopping the light, staring at him, he saw a group of four monks galloping towards him.

After a few breaths, four Foundation Establishment cultivators came to the front, and the leader of them was a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Although everyone's aura is amazing, it is nothing compared to Wang Mo's current strength, and he bowed his hands calmly and said: "I don't know what's the matter with you, fellow Taoists?

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, where are you cultivator and where are you going?"

Wang Mo frowned, showing displeasure on his face, and said, "Fellow Daoist, what you said is a bit over the top, isn't it?"

Just looking at the expressions of several people, it is obviously a little jealous, but he understands in his heart that the few divine senses coming from his body are obviously the other party's probing his cultivation base, so unscrupulous, it is obviously malicious .

"Hey, it's up to you. We were invited by Tong Sheng, the new elder of the Artifact Sect, to capture Wang Mo, his abandoned disciple. We also hope that fellow Taoists can explain the origin clearly!" The middle-aged man sneered, and looked Wang Mo up and down. Fan Road.

"This..." Wang Mo hesitated for a moment, but he didn't say anything.

"Hmph, what's the matter? Don't you even dare to tell me the origin?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said with a dangerous look on his face.

"No, no, fellow daoist, I misunderstood. I just came here for the first time, and I didn't expect to encounter such a thing!" Wang Mo's face was flustered, as if he was hiding something.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist is alone and acting suspiciously. In my opinion, it's better to come with us!" The middle-aged man sneered, his face darkened suddenly, and he looked Wang Mo up and down and said.

It's just that the fleeting joy in his eyes revealed his heart, nothing more than that Wang Mo knew nothing about the situation here, and he met the conditions for several people to attack.

The rest of the people were also spread out, vaguely intending to surround Wang Mo.

Wang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind was spinning. He felt that these people were using the reward offered by the Artifact Sect to gang up on lone monks in the past.

Seeing him alone today, and only showing his cultivation at the early stage of foundation establishment, he naturally became their prey.

But looking at the killing intent flickering on the four of them, one can tell that they have done a lot of things like this.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo couldn't help but feel amused, but his face remained calm, with a look of doubt: "Fellow Daoist, are you going to be imprisoned?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said coldly: "Detention is not counted, as long as you come with us, when we find out your origin, we will naturally let you go!"

For a moment, Wang Mo couldn't help showing hesitation on his face, but he was thinking about how to deal with it.

"Hey, I think you'd better follow us obediently, otherwise..." Seeing Wang Mo's expression, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with joy, and he couldn't help but hurriedly said, and at the same time, he didn't forget to slap a few of his companions. wink.

The other three immediately understood, their bodies surged with energy, as if they were about to make a move.

As if frightened, Wang Mo hurriedly raised his head and said, "Okay, I'll go with fellow Taoists, so that you can see if I am the troublesome son Wang Mo you are looking for!"

The four of them looked at each other indiscriminately, and the middle-aged man said in a hey voice: "Hey, you are on the way, come here, and in the market, there will naturally be seniors to find out!"

For a moment, the front one and the back three, sandwiched Wang Mo in the middle, and headed northwest.

Seeing the direction in which the middle-aged man was heading, Wang Mo felt a little cold. He was clearly going to the Gulong Mountains, and there was no market to speak of.