After listening to the discussion of everyone around them, the unscrupulous Taoist and the Budai monk glanced at each other, and their faces were full of incredulity. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What? The Hundred Tribes Conference is about to be held again, could it be that it has been 500 years since we left Huangquan?" said the Budai monk, scratching his head.

The unscrupulous Taoist frowned and said, "It's not five hundred years, do you still think it's a thousand years?"

It turned out that the last time Budai monks and unscrupulous Taoists accidentally entered this lost world, it happened to be the Hundred Ethnic Conference once every five hundred years.

That time, under the coincidence of the two, led by Wang Er Mazi, they entered the Void Spirit Pagoda, but they did not find the treasure, and the cultivation realm was sealed instead.

I didn't expect the two of them to come this time, and it was such a coincidence, and they caught up with the 500-year-old Hundred Ethnic Conference.

Lin Yi didn't care about the Hundred Clans Conference, even the Divine Winged Fire Phoenix flying overhead, it didn't attract his attention.

He was thinking at the moment, since this lost small world, named Huangquan, was it really related to the Huangquan he had encountered twice?

Is Cher's lost soul not in this lost small world?

If, in this small world called Huangquan, there really is the Yellow Spring that marks death, how can I get close to Huangquan without turning into bones?

In addition, how to find Xue'er's lost soul in the Yellow Spring?

Seeing that Lin Yi was alone, the unscrupulous people were a little angry for no reason.

He slapped Lin Yi angrily, and sneered coldly: "Little monkey cub, are you still stunned? ”

The cloth bag monk smiled at Lin Yi and nodded, with a lewd smile on his big fat face.

Lin Yi smiled bitterly, where is this?

What fire phoenix flew away? What god didn't keep it?

Lin Yi followed behind the two unscrupulous and continued to look for Wang Er Mazi.

searched all the wine shops in the whole town, and there was no figure of Wang Er Mazi.

The three of them had no choice but to leave this human tribe and continue to the next tribe to find Wang Er Mazi.

After the three of them left, in the courtyard in the center of the town, a divine thought was slowly withdrawn.

A young man in a silver battle suit stood behind a middle-aged man, looked at the middle-aged man's knife-like back, and asked puzzledly: "Father, why did you leave those three people? They are obviously strangers from the outside world who have intruded into our tribe." ”

The middle-aged man was wearing an inconspicuous coarse linen robe, with white hair hanging down to his calves, the man carried his hands behind his back, with a sense of vicissitudes, he looked at an osmanthus tree in front of him, and said lightly: "They are not friends or enemies, why should I leave them?"

The silver-armored young man said tentatively: "But they are looking for Wang Er Mazi, they must let Wang Er Mazi be a guide and go to that place......"

The middle-aged man shook his head with a smile, raised his arm, gently broke a branch on the osmanthus tree, and said with a light smile: "There are more people looking for Wang Er Mazi, are everyone crazy? ”

The silver-armored boy frowned suddenly.

"Father, why do you deceive yourself? They came to our Huangquan from the outside world, and since they are looking for Wang Er Mazi, they must want to enter that place...... We should stop their ......," the teenager snapped.

The middle-aged man suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he frowned and said, "Do you think your father can stop them?"

"What? Father, you are the head of a clan, you are thousands of miles away, no one is your opponent at all, even if those alien spirits have to give you a few points, you will not be able to stop them?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that I don't want to leave the three of them behind, it's that I'm not sure to keep them." That monk is unfathomable, that young man of the same age as you, his combat power is not below me, how can he keep it?"

"What? Father, you said that the young man's cultivation is already a peak martial king? This is absolutely impossible!" The silver-armored young man was even more shocked.

The middle-aged man said lightly: "Before, I tested him with my divine thoughts, he didn't seem to be aware of it, but my divine thoughts were isolated by him within a radius of ten meters around me, even if I pushed my divine thoughts to the extreme, but in the end I couldn't make an inch, you said that if I really fought with that young man, how sure would I be of the outcome?"

The silver-armored boy stood in place, the corners of his mouth trembling.

A young man of his age, his divine sense is so powerful that he is on par with his father.

He even had some suspicions that there was moisture in his father's words, but he knew that his father would never lie to him.

It's just that the boy is really as powerful as his father said?

The silver-armored boy was suddenly a little unconvinced.

He suddenly said: "It would be good if Senior Brother Ye Chong was here, I believe that Senior Brother Ye Chong would never let that young man go and leave with that sneaky monk." ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, a trace of shame and indignation suddenly appeared on his face.

But the look of shame and indignation soon faded, and he let out a long sigh, and the demonic young man came to his mind......

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The unscrupulous Taoist searched through the three Terran tribes in a row, and finally found Wang Er Mazi at the door of a wine shop.

At this time, Wang Ermazi was already covered in bruises, and fell at the door of the wine shop, covered in blood, but he still vaguely begged the store for wine.

The unscrupulous Taoist and the cloth bag monk lifted Wang Er Mazi, left the wine shop in the wind, and found a secluded place, pinched people, and poured sobering soup, before finally waking up Wang Er Mazi.

Lin Yi squatted aside, silently looking at the two unscrupulous guys who had been looking for such a guy for so long.

The guy was short, skinny, and had a gray head that looked like a bird's nest.

A huge rosacea nose with a red nose, sunken cheeks, black eye sockets, and even deeper-sunken eyes, and bloodshot eyes.

This guy was covered in rags and mud, as if he had never taken a shower for most of his life.

What made it even more unbearable was that the smell of this guy's exhalation was very unpleasant, a foul smell, very pungent.

Under Lin Yi's careful observation, this guy was now covered with black manes between his fingernails and toenails, and there was pig mane on his legs and shoes.

Lin Yi was very puzzled, just such a dirty guy actually caused two unscrupulous people to look for so long.

He didn't have the slightest fluctuation of source qi on his body, and he was definitely not a monk.

But what kind of virtue can he have? He actually made unscrupulous Taoists and Budai monks go on poles like butt and must find him?

Lin Yi was puzzled.