Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    He hesitated for a while, and finally chose to keep himself quiet.

    He handed Mu Xing a small, bloody, finger-length sword.

    Mu Xing silently felt that the impermanence of the impermanence being squeezed by the master was quite pitiful.

    But this does not prevent him from taking advantage of others.

    He took it with both hands and showed a bright smile of the same style as Master: "Thank you, Uncle Wuchang."

    This is his main purpose.

    The more white and lazily said: "Secret realm? What does it have to do with us? Is it possible that you and I, as you and me, have to grab the opportunity with the scattered dolls?"

    Jun Wuchang said coldly: "I know you don't care. The level of Dongling Secret Realm is extremely high, and those below Nascent Soul are not allowed to enter. The two major sects of Zhengmo have already selected disciples. Pathfinder. It's a great opportunity to practice."

    The Lord of Impermanence no longer speaks, quietly waiting for him to consider.

    Long time.

    The more white she finally spoke.

    I saw him looking at Mu Xing worriedly: "Hey, our Xingxing grows so big, almost all of us are bored at home, and have never seen the sinister heart, what if we are bullied outside? "

    Mr. Wuchang: "…"

    The whiter she was, she didn't even look at him, and continued to worry: "Xingxing is gentle and kind by nature. Those little cubs outside, no matter the right way or the devil, are very cunning. I'm always afraid that Xingxing will suffer."

    Mr. Wuchang: "…"

    Mu Xing looked at the cold and solemn Demon Sect's forehead with blue veins on the side, and always felt that if the master said more, the other party was really going to pull out his sword.

    He hurriedly stepped forward and interrupted the more flimsy words: "Master, you think too much. I am very powerful and very smart. I will not be deceived!"

    He can protect the stars, but is this really good for the stars?

    But he was worried.

    He used to ridicule other people's mother-in-law and mother for being indecisive, but when it was his turn, he realized that he was the most dashing before because he didn't have any concerns in his heart.

    He thought about it, and finally came up with a good idea: "This secret realm will take some days to open, right? I will give you more amulets and magic tools for the master..."

    "The more white it is!" Wu Changjun finally couldn't bear it anymore, and interrupted him with a cold drink.

      Is he going in with him?"

    The more white the eyes, the brighter: "It's okay!"

    Kang!

    It is the voice of the impermanent king drawing his sword.

    After half a month, Mu Xing left home happily with a good thing of a storage ring, under the more white and worried eyes.

    Yue Fubai likes to be a wealthy idler, and also likes to live in this mortal city, so Mu Xing has been living with him in the mortal city.

    He is really curious about the world of cultivators.

    Out of the city gate, ten miles east, there is a long pavilion for travelers to rest.

    Mu Xing's destination is the long pavilion.

    Previously, Lord Wuchang came to find Yue Fubai, just to let his disciples and Mu Xing go to the secret realm of Dongling together, so that they can take care of each other.

    The five senses of the cultivator are far beyond ordinary people, and it is very far from the long pavilion, and Mu Xing saw a thin black figure standing in the pavilion.

     As he approached, the other turned around.

    Mu Xing almost thought he saw the juvenile version of Impermanence!

    Mu Xing: "…"

    This brother, to be honest, you might as well not laugh.

    It's a bit creepy.

    He nodded: "I'm Mu Xing, I don't know who my brother is?"

    The black-clothed boy replied, "My name is Meng Ge, and Lord Impermanence asked me to wait here for you to go to the secret realm of Dongling."

    Although his face was not obvious, he was very curious about this Junior Brother Mu.

    Because of the icy impermanence, it was rare to say a word to him, asking him to take care of Mu Xing on the way.

    This is very rare.

    Meng Ge has long heard of the name of Junior Brother Mu.

    However, the whereabouts of the more white are always a mystery, and Mu Xing has never seen it.

    At first glance, Meng Ge was a little stunned: It's not that Mu Xing was dumbfounded, but the spirit energy of this junior brother's body was too pure and gentle.

    However, doubts are doubts, and some questions are not suitable for people who have just met, so he just kept them in his heart and didn't say much.

    Meng Ge is very conscious of being a senior brother. The two walked together. He told Mu Xing about the general situation of the Dongling secret realm in detail along the way, and also took the initiative to mention that he had two more Companion, make an appointment to meet at the entrance of the secret realm.

    He explained: "In this kind of secret realm, in order to ensure their own safety and protect their chances, most people will form a team with people they know and trust. Junior Brother Mu, would you mind?"

    Mu Xing shook his head.

    Meng Ge is not a talkative person. After he has said everything he has to say, the two of them will go on their way quietly.

    After a few hours, the two arrived at Dongling City.

    Compared to the mortal city where Mu Xing lived before, Dongling City, where there were many monks, was obviously very different.

    Mu Xing walked in, and most of the people walking around were monks, with peculiar appearances and peculiar weapons, and there were all kinds of them. In the surrounding shops, many of them are bright and dense, for fear that passers-by will not be able to see the extraordinaryness of the shop.

    Meng Ge took Mu Xing to an inn.

    The first floor of the inn is a place to eat. As soon as the two entered the door, many eyes swept over in the lively lobby.

    Of course, most of them are looking at Meng Ge.

    But after watching Meng Ge, I saw Mu Xing next to Meng Ge.

    The two are obviously together, but I don't know why a Taoist cultivator and a magic cultivator are in one place.

    In this world, there is no life-and-death hatred between ordinary Dao cultivators and magic cultivators. Just because the way of cultivation is different, as the so-called way is different, the relationship between the two sides is not much better.

    Similar to a less well-connected competitor.

    This kind of vision is obviously very familiar to Meng Ge, his face is paralyzed, and he leads Mu Xing to go upstairs.

    Stopped at the steps.

    What stopped Meng Ge were several young men and women in white robes.

    The one headed by him looked the most immature, but at the age of 14 or 15, his facial features were beautiful, and his expression was arrogant.

    He didn't look at Meng Ge, but at Mu Xing, and his words were not polite: "Why do you mix with this devil?"

     Meng Ge heard this and looked sideways at Mu Xing.

    He was still expressionless, but Mu Xing read a sentence from his eyes: your friend

    Mu Xing also wanted to ask this.

    He raised his head, looked at the boy in front of him who was taller than him because he had stood two more steps, and asked doubtfully, "Do we know each other?"

    The man snorted: "I don't know, I saw you following this devil, I'm afraid you will suffer."

    Mu Xing didn't feel any malice from him, so he politely smiled at him: "No, please let me go."

    The man saw that he didn't listen to his words at all, and said angrily: "Are you really stupid or fake? Do you know who this person is?"

    He pointed at Meng Ge: "The disciple of Lord Wuchang, he kills people with great ferocity, a little devil!"

    Meng Ge had a paralyzed face, and his hand had already touched the long sword.

    But Mu Xing reacted faster than him.

    He is a good-natured little fairy, but that is based on the circumstances that others did not provoke him.

    Although he and Meng Ge didn't know each other for a long time, and Meng Ge didn't like to talk, but Mu Xing could feel that the other party took care of him.

    In addition, Meng Ge's master Wu Changjun and his own master are friends, and he just gave him a big gift.

    In short, now Meng Ge is his own in Mu Xing's eyes.

    If you scold him, then it won't work.

    He frowned slightly, looked at the boy opposite, and said something irrelevant: "I'm sixteen years old this year, and I'm already a cultivator of the Golden Core Stage."

    As soon as these words came out, the cultivators in the lobby who were watching the excitement all fell on him.

    Sixteen-year-old Jindan, where did this boy come from? How come never heard of it?

    The boy in white was also stunned.

    He saw this very handsome and immortal young man in front of him, and asked himself softly: "Do you know why I cultivate so fast?"

    He subconsciously asked: "Why?"

    Mu Xing rushed to him with a smile like the moon and the breeze: "Because I never care about other people's business."

    The boy in white: "…"

    "Pfft!" A sneer came from somewhere.

    As if some switch was broken, there were several snickers around.

    The boy in white realized that Mu Xing was scolding him for being nosy, his face immediately flushed red, he stared at him angrily, and just as he was about to speak, a female cultivator behind him pulled him.

    The female cultivator said to Mu Xing in a gentle tone: "My junior brother is young and quick-talking, please don't take offense to this fellow Taoist, he has no bad intentions."

    Mu Xing said "um": "I'm not surprised, anyway, I have already scolded it on the spot."

    Sister: "…"

    She struggled to maintain a smile: "Under the Imperial Dao Xianzong Xu Mengyue, I don't know which sect of friends are you?"