Wang Baoyu hesitated slightly, but still strengthened his confidence and said, "Go!" We're going to meet the monks for a while. ”

The three of them rode the divine beast and continued to go in the direction of the top of the mountain, and after the mountain in front, there was a valley full of green grass and flowers in front of them, and on the cliff opposite, a wide waterfall was suspended in the air, and it was magnificent. The splashing mist reflects the light in a rainbow of colours.

"What a great place!" Wang Baoyu couldn't help but sigh.

As soon as he finished speaking, behind a huge pine tree in front of him, an old man in his seventies turned out. Dressed in a green robe, with a white beard, a red face, and vigorous steps, the old man stepped forward with a smile and chanted: "Idle under the ancient pine, sleep on the strange stones, there is no calendar in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year." ”

"Good poetry!" Wang Baoyu gave him a thumbs up.

"The way of the old decayed ginger, meet the demon king of the mixed world." The old man arched his hand.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Wang Baoyu didn't get off the tiger's back, and waved his hand in a big way.

"I wonder what the Demon King wants?"

"Guanyuntai!" Wang Baoyu replied and asked, "What do you want to do when you come to see me?" ”

"Just for the white cow!" Jiang Zhidao pointed to the white flame cow under Zhang Qiying's crotch and said without concealment.

Fan Jinqiang immediately raised the golden hoop stick high, Wang Baoyu's face turned cold, and asked, "Did the white bull provoke you?" ”

"The old ancestor is Jiang Shang, this white cow is my ancestor's thing, please return it to the demon king." Jiang Zhizhi's face also turned cold.

"Old man, find a time to lie, do you know how many years it is from Jiang Ziya's period?" Wang Baoyu said disdainfully.

"This cow is the bloodline of my ancestor sacred cow, and this thing stays with the demon king, and there is no harm in all kinds." Jiang Dao is getting farther and farther.

"This ox is my mount, not staying with King Hanxing." Zhang Qiying immediately corrected with disdain.

Jiang Zhidao didn't have the slightest shame on his face, his eyes stared at the White Flame Cow, and he sneered: "No matter what, leaving this cow has nothing to do with each other." If not, turn your face ruthlessly! ”

"Listening to the poem you read in front of you, it seems that you still have a little understanding. Alas, it's a pity that you are so greedy that you can't cultivate the right path after all. Wang Baoyu sighed regretfully.

"The Demon King doesn't want to return the White Bull?" Jiang Zhidao said, and raised one hand, and there was a layer of black and green qi on it.

"What do you want, old thing?" Wang Baoyu raised the dragon slaying knife.

"Then don't go!" As soon as Jiang Zhidao raised his hand, a strong wind swept in, blowing up the blades of grass and flower stalks in the sky, and the strong wind made the waterfall flow backwards, and the sound of water roared and deafened.

At this moment, the Howling Sky Tiger shook his head and let out a wild roar, as if there was a wave of qi, towards Jiang Zhidao, the wind suddenly dissipated invisible, and Jiang Zhidao was like a leaf, fluttering in the air, falling more than ten zhang away.

"Wind Tiger, good job." Wang Baoyu touched the tiger's head appreciatively.

"I didn't expect this tiger's cultivation to be so high, and since I can't get the white bull, you won't leave." Jiang Zhidao got up in annoyance, took out a talisman from his arms, recited a few incantations, sprayed the blood in his mouth on it, and threw it on the grass, and the whole person quickly disappeared without a trace.

On the green meadow, a fire suddenly ignited, along the valley, stretching for more than ten miles, the fire was so fierce that it formed a wall of fire several feet high.

"Damn, this old man has some skills!" Wang Baoyu couldn't help but scold, standing still and not moving, he didn't believe it, this fire can still burn for half a month. Anyway, everyone has kung fu, so if you can't do it, just wait.

At this time, the White Flame Ox became excited, mooing from his mouth, and his four hooves trampled wildly, carrying Zhang Qiying towards the wall of fire.

The red flames immediately turned white and quickly collapsed, while the body of the white flame cow began to redden, and the spirit became more uplifted.

In less than a few minutes, the wall of fire was gone, and there was only a long scorching band on the ground, black and like a twisted worm. Wang Baoyu smiled, beckoned Fan Jinqiang, and continued to move forward.

The scenery along the way is quite good, but Wang Baoyu and the three of them don't care about appreciating it, for fear that there will be any more monks to make trouble, along the path next to the waterfall, and after passing a mountain, a chaotic rocky area appears in front of them.

An old man in a black robe stood on a boulder, skinny, his feet not touching the ground, swaying like a ghost in the breeze. Wang Baoyu was disdainful for a while, and cultivators showed their magical powers everywhere, how could such a state of mind be obtained? And if this kind of person is used by people with bad intentions, it will cause chaos in the world.

The old man in the black robe was like a withered leaf, swaying in the wind, and when he saw a few people, he humbly bowed his hand to this side.

"Pure heart for inaction......"

"Come on, I'm a rough man, stop reading poetry!" Wang Baoyu had the experience just now, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and asked bluntly: "Old man, what do you want?" ”

"Any of these three divine beasts will do." The old man in the black robe was also refreshing, he thought that he was not very demanding, and he didn't ask for everything.

"Someone just said that this cow is the blood of his ancestors, do you think this tiger or this bear is your ancestor?" Wang Baoyu said provocatively.

The black-robed old man was not angry, and said with a smile: "The demon king is laughing, and I hope to leave one behind, so as not to delay the demon king's journey." ”

Bah! What does it mean to be unashamed? Wang Baoyu snorted coldly: "What if I don't want to give it? ”

"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for this Xuanshi Valley." The black-robed old man said unhurriedly.

"Which god taught you to threaten and intimidate others?"

"Who made the Demon King so obsessed?"

"Don't fucking dream, you monks, you are not greedy enough, not even as good as mortals." Wang Baoyu reprimanded.

"Hmph, the demon king has all kinds of treasures, and we have worked hard to cultivate, but it is rare to find one of them, how can there be fairness in the world!" The black-robed old man said.

"Even if this world is unfair, are you willing to fall and join the stream?"

"Haha, the demon king is not only reincarnated, but he wants to teach me a lesson? If I have this divine beast, I will definitely be able to cultivate diligently and benefit the common people! ”

"It's really thick-skinned!" Wang Baoyu said, urging the Wind Tiger under his crotch and running forward: "I see if a second-rate monk like you can stop me." ”

The old man quickly pulled out the strap around his waist, waved it a few times in the wind, and said something in his mouth, just like Jiang Zhidao, he immediately turned around and ran, which was faster than a rabbit.

On the valley where the rocks were reborn, the stones swirled and moved, and at the same time, a black mist rose from the sky, obscuring the entire valley.

Regardless of whether it is poisonous in the black fog, just talking about these moving stones, you can't go in lightly, and there is no reason to hurt your body.