Ten Realms Cultivation of Gods

"Grandma! Are you really going to kill them all?!"

Mr. Meng was about to evade, but found that he was so seriously injured that it was very inconvenient to move, so he couldn't help roaring in fright.

"Pfft" sound.

"what?"

Yuan Qi stared at Mr. Meng's head dumbfounded, and blurted out a sound of surprise.

"Hahahaha, Meng Ziliang, you really are easy to tolerate!"

Baihua young lady put down her palm, looked at the changed Mr. Meng and smiled tremblingly.

At this time, Mr. Meng's appearance has completely changed to another person.The gray hair and beard disappeared, and the original wrinkled face became sharp-edged, and he looked like a middle-aged man.

Yuan Qi was a little startled:

It turns out that Mr. Meng's original appearance is like this?What would the villagers think if they saw it?

"Grandma, what do you mean? Why do you insist on exposing Ziliang?"

Mr. Meng spoke suddenly, his voice was no longer hoarse, but became sonorous and powerful.Seeing that Young Mistress Baihua didn't kill him, he felt relieved and his tone softened.But the other party erased his disguise, which made him a little confused.

"Hmph! Grandma, I just want to see if you are really old because of a strange disease. Now it seems that you are deceiving my old man again!"

"Even if I cheated, my grandma has already discovered it. As long as grandma doesn't kill Ziliang and helps me get rid of the cold, I will return the Fanyang formula."

"Hmph! Since that's the case, why don't you bring it quickly?"

"Grandma, you old man can't go back on your word and kill Ziliang after you get the Fanyang Jue?"

Mr. Meng suddenly looked at Young Mistress Baihua cautiously and said that he was afraid that she would break her word.He knew that the woman in front of him was moody.

"Stop talking nonsense, your life is hanging by a thread right now, and the opportunity to speak to you will be cheap for you. Otherwise, grandma, I can kill you first, and then find out from you myself!"

Mr. Meng was shocked again when he heard it, and his heart that had just calmed down became tense again. He said with a livid face:

"Grandma, if you kill Ziliang, Ziliang would rather die than hand over the Fanyang formula. Don't think that Fanyang formula can be found easily, I have already hidden him in a secret place."

"You dare to threaten my old man?"

Young Mistress Baihua scolded angrily, and a powerful femininity suddenly erupted from her body, throwing Mr. Meng on the spot.

Yuan Qi on the side was blown back a few feet, barely standing still, but his face was already blue and red, and he was shocked in his heart:

"This grandma is so powerful when she gets angry, she really has to be careful."

He calmed down his thoughts and walked forward slowly.

Seeing him coming, the young lady Baihua showed a strange smile on her face, and she smiled at Mr. Meng again:

"Okay! Grandma, I promise you in front of Yuan Qi Xiaowa, as long as you hand over the Fanyang Jue, you will be saved from death."

"As long as grandma agrees sincerely, Ziliang will have no complaints."

Mr. Meng said with a smile on his face.Then he glanced at Yuan Qi with some embarrassment, knowing that he couldn't hide himself anymore, but fortunately, this kid was taken away by Grandma Baihua immediately, as long as the villagers didn't see his true face, it didn't matter.

With this in mind, Mr. Meng stood up with difficulty, and was silent for a while, then suddenly gritted his teeth, and lifted the trousers on his right leg up.

A strange look flashed in Yuan Qi's eyes when he saw this, but Grandma Baihua laughed coquettishly:

"Meng Ziliang, what are you going to do? Do you still want to serve grandma?"

"Ziliang won't be able to serve grandma anymore. It's just that I hid the Fanyang formula in my lap, so I did it!"

"You can do it! The thighs are used to hide things. It seems that even if I kill you, grandma, I will never think that you will hide things in this place!"

Baihua young lady said suddenly, with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.

"Grandma, don't forget what you just said!"

Mr. Meng seemed to have noticed something, and looked at Young Mistress Baihua nervously.

"Hmph, grandma, I keep my word, take it out quickly!"

Mr. Meng didn't hesitate anymore, he tore, pulled, and tugged at the side of his leg, and quickly took out a round oilcloth bag from inside.

Yuan Qi looked at Mr. Meng's behavior, but felt a little nervous.Mr. Meng is too ruthless, actually using his own legs to hold things?This was the weirdest scene he had ever seen except for the jade vision.

"Huh? Jade? Thighs? If I do the same, can I hide the secret of jade forever?"

Yuan Qi was suddenly excited, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was good.He immediately decided to find a time to hide the jade in his body like Mr. Meng.

Thinking of this, he touched his pocket and found that the jade was safe and sound, and a trace of cool breath passed through the clothes to the palm of his hand, which made him feel much more at ease.

At this time, Mr. Meng had already opened the oilcloth bag, inside was a not very thick book, on which were written three extremely complicated characters.

Yuan Qi took the opportunity to take a glance, and found that Mr. Meng had taught those characters, but he didn't recognize them all, and only knew one of the characters "Yang".

"Is this the Fanyang formula?"

Young Nai Baihua showed an excited expression on her face, she raised her hand to suck the book over.

"Grandma, wait a minute!"

"What's the matter? Meng Ziliang, are you still afraid that grandma will break her promise?"

"No. Ziliang begs grandma to force out the cold air in my body first. Otherwise, I will tear out a few pages from this book and devour them."

Mr. Meng held the booklet in his hand, but grabbed a few pages with one hand.

Young Nai Baihua was startled, and there was a killing intent in her eyes again, but it was quickly hidden.She lowered her arms and smiled softly:

"You are really careful sailing for ten thousand years!"

"Ziliang has been with grandma for many years, and I know that your old man has a weird temper and is moody. I did this out of necessity, so please don't take offense, grandma."

"Okay. My old man agrees to you. However, there is a question you have to answer honestly. Have you ever practiced Fanyang Jue?"

"I have been practicing for a long time, but I still can't get the point, there is no effect, I don't know why!"

Mr. Meng replied without thinking.

"Hahaha, from this point of view, your stealing is for nothing!"

"Grandma, don't make fun of Ziliang anymore. It's better to relieve the cold for me quickly."

"Hmph, for the sake of your failure in cultivation, grandma, I won't bother with you."

Young Mistress Baihua sank into her dantian, and with a palm, a femininity reappeared, and then she grabbed Mr. Meng from the air.

Mr. Meng could only feel the faint cold air in his body ready to move, and his body was a little numb, but he didn't dare to be careless at all, for fear that Young Mistress Baihua would take the opportunity to attack him.

Soon the cold air flowed out along the acupuncture points of the body, merging with the cold air outside...

After the time for a cup of tea, Baihua Young Nai grabbed Yuan Qi and ran towards the south, her charmingly laughing voice was faintly heard in the distance:

"Meng Ziliang, grandma, I will spare your life this time, go back and tell the villagers here. Soon, grandma, I will send someone to recruit disciples. Hahaha!"

Mr. Meng raised his head and looked at the two people who were going away, but he couldn't help letting out a long sigh:

"Goudou, Goudou, this old woman is specialized in harvesting yang and tonifying yin, so you can do it yourself!"