Boss, keep a low profile

In the cave, a tall demon cultivator with a cold temperament slowly stood up.

He reached out and touched the broken horn of the dragon beast, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Don't worry, if there are suitable natural treasures at the party, I will also help you keep an eye out."

For the dragon beast, the horn is the essence. One of its horns was cut off, and its strength declined greatly, falling directly from the fourth realm to the third realm.

"You are my only exotic beast now." The demon cultivator looked at the dragon beast with hatred on his face.

He was highly regarded by the top leaders of the Purple Moon Society and was identified as the one with the best chance of being promoted to the fifth realm in recent years among the members of the same realm in the organization.

For practitioners, the fourth realm and the fifth realm are worlds apart, and the same is true for demon cultivators.

It's a pity that he was too seriously injured in the battle a few years ago, and his cultivation level also declined. He has made no progress in these years and has been looking for a way to recover.

Since the Purple Moon Society is a demon cultivator organization, it adheres to the law of the jungle.

The top leaders no longer favored him, and the resources that should have been allocated to him were given priority to others.

That was something he had coveted for a long time. With this thing, that person successfully entered the fifth realm!

"That should have been mine!" When he thought of this, his face was ferocious and he roared.

-- Impotent and furious.

The terrifying pressure spread from his body, and he sometimes whimpered and sometimes laughed wildly, as if he was schizophrenic.

"Mo Men!"

"Wait until the once-in-three-year Purple Moon Club gathering is over, I will let you know what purgatory on earth is!!!"

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Qinglongchuan, the outskirts of Baixiang Valley.

A young man with a wooden sword on his waist was squatting in front of a peasant woman.

"She's crazy." The young man whispered.

The young man pinched the Taoist formula with his hand, a white light flashed on his fingertips, and then he lightly tapped the peasant woman's eyebrows.

"Purifying Heart Mantra!" He tapped his fingertips, and the peasant woman calmed down a little, and then fell asleep.

The young man stood up. He was very short, less than 1.6 meters tall.

At his age, he won't grow any taller.

He has been much shorter than his peers since he was a child, and there is a very obvious birthmark next to his left eye, which makes his ordinary face look a little ugly.

Before he practiced cultivation, the children in the town called him a short winter melon or a clown.

Fortunately, there is no "Water Margin" in this world, otherwise someone would definitely call him affectionately - Da Lang.

The boy wore a green outer robe, which was well-made, and an ink-colored long sword was embroidered on the sleeve.

It is said that clothes make the man, but in fact, it still depends on the face and the figure.

Good-looking people look good even in a sack, and ugly people look the same no matter what they wear. Even if they dress very fashionably, they just change from a simple and unsophisticated person to a flashy and unsophisticated person.

This short boy is an example.

He often sighed that the same clothes worn by the head master and the master are like a banished immortal.

And he is like a thief who stole clothes.

"Fortunately, my elder brother and I are the same." The boy felt a little more comforted.

He couldn't help but think of the head master who once smiled crookedly and said: "There is a stone of handsomeness in the world, and I have twelve buckets alone. The world owes me two buckets."

The boy had only heard the word handsome from the head master, but he could roughly understand the meaning of this word. He yearned for it in his heart and wanted to be a handsome man.

Unfortunately, the conditions did not allow it.

At this moment, the boy carried the peasant woman on his back and took her to a nearby village. He estimated that the peasant woman was from the village.

From the crazy words of the peasant woman just now, he roughly understood the situation.

The peasant woman's daughter was lost, her only daughter was lost.

A huge monster snake took her daughter away in one bite.

The boy didn't know whether the peasant woman was scared silly or too sad, causing her to go crazy.

But he could roughly guess something.

The peasant woman looked quite old. At this age, in the village, it was considered an old woman with a daughter.

It is very likely that in the early years, the peasant woman was laughed at by the neighbors, saying that she was a chicken that could not lay eggs.

The same experience was experienced by the boy's mother, but fortunately his mother gave birth to a son in the end, while the peasant woman gave birth to a daughter.

In the village, the phenomenon of favoring boys over girls is still very common.

This is indeed the case.

In fact, many gossipy women in the village laughed at her: "You have been holding it in for so many years, but you can't give birth to a boy!"

"Your butt is so big, you thought you could give birth."

"Oh, it's not for giving birth, it's for men. Hasn't your man ever looked at her big millstone? I don't believe it!"

The boy carried the unconscious peasant woman on his back and ran quickly towards the village. Because he was too short, the peasant woman was tall and had round and slender legs. Even if she was carried on her back, her toes were not far from touching the ground.

After bringing the peasant woman back to the village, he immediately attracted onlookers.

Everyone looked at the boy strangely, because this cultivator seemed to be quite different from the cultivators they usually imagined.

Are there such short and ugly cultivators in the world?

The boy had long been accustomed to this, and he was not unhappy about it.

What he was unhappy about was that the peasant woman was heartbroken because of the loss of her beloved daughter, but her man did not seem to think so.

The expression and attitude of this man made him feel very uncomfortable.

In the sect where the boy was, there was no phenomenon of favoring boys over girls. On the contrary, there was a bit of yin being stronger than yang...

Just like his most respected head master once said, if he has a group of Taoist companions in the future, he would rather have a daughter.

The boy's focus is, then I will have a little sister again!

The boy's master's focus is - a group of Taoist companions.

The creature of sister-in-law is scary enough, and my brother actually wants to get a group of sisters-in-law!

This life is unbearable!

At this moment, after handing the peasant woman to her man, the boy with a wooden sword turned his head and looked at Baixiang Valley.

"That big snake-like beast should be hiding in it!"

Judging from the time, the baby girl should not be saved.

But the beast is likely to be dormant in Baixiang Valley, which is a great hidden danger!

According to the peasant woman's inverted nonsense, the boy probably knew that this was a dragon beast.

Especially after learning that one of the horns of the dragon beast was broken, the boy's eyes suddenly condensed!

He remembered a past event in the sect.

But at this moment, a huge red figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the village.

"Jiao beast!" The young man's body trembled violently.

It was the first time for him to see such a powerful beast. The terrifying pressure made him feel suffocated.

The demon cultivator was hungry again. He needed new virgins to eat, so he sent the Jiao beast out to find food.

After eating, he would leave Baixiang Valley.

He was more cautious now than before. He almost failed in Momen a few years ago, which still frightened him.

The villagers screamed one after another and began to run around.

The young man looked back and saw that the sleeping peasant woman was left behind by his man and lay behind him.

He hadn't even broken through the initial realm. In front of the powerful Jiao beast, he was not much stronger than these villagers.

The short boy stood in front of the peasant woman and took off the wooden sword from his waist.

He couldn't help but think of what the head master said before everyone went down the mountain to travel:

"Wear the sword properly, and you will be in the world after going down the mountain."

The world under the mountain was indeed as dangerous as the master described.

However, he did not learn much from his master's steadiness.

He now had only one thought: "If I make a bigger noise, maybe I can alarm the surrounding sects!"

"By then, this dragon beast will be finished!"

He was just a lowly cultivator with poor talent and unsatisfactory in all aspects.

Among all his fellow disciples, he was the most useless.

"If the dragon beast in front of me is really the one that the master and the head master said..." The short boy holding the wooden sword had a flash of determination in his eyes.

The boy's name was Mo Dongfang, and he was the third among the contemporary disciples of Mo Sect.

He blocked the peasant woman and the villagers behind him, shouted loudly, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly.

He was also afraid, and he was also terrified.

But...

"I wonder if I am as handsome as the head master said at this moment." The ugly and short boy thought.

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