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Although today's grand scenery was about to end, the group of cultivators was still reluctant to leave for a long time, until Miao Wuhua's last figure disappeared from the end of the field of vision, and Jia Jia sighed.

Hearing Gu Lang's "Let's go!" on the side, he turned around and left.

No matter how grand the scenery is, it is not her grand scenery, the aftertaste is useless, it is better to rise up and resist, maybe there will be such a day in the near future.

Looking down and thinking about the wonders of Fang Cai, he suddenly heard Gu Lang's startled "huh", Jia Jia raised his head and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Gu Lang shook his head, stretched out his hand to her forehead, and touched it lightly, but it seemed to be hot, and he shrank back in a hurry.

The tips of her ears turned her face slightly red, and Jia Jia only felt funny, isn't it just her forehead?

Then I heard his muffled voice coming: "The cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows is getting redder and redder." ”

Jia Jia was stunned for a moment, and reached out to touch his eyebrows, since he wore this set of close-fitting robes, his eyebrows had this cinnabar mark.

Thinking of this, Jia Jia frowned: Rong Zhen died simply, and he didn't say anything about the origin of this magic robe. There is also this cinnabar mark, I have never heard of any magic weapon to knock a chapter for the master after recognizing the master. Jia Jia touched her forehead, a little helpless: Fortunately, the cinnabar mark is just a slender red line, if it is a strange pattern. That's going to be ugly to death.

Gu Lang also knew that the origin of Jia Jia's magic robe came from the senior monk Rong Zhen. Speaking of which, this is true. is also a character who was a strange person back then. There are no longer a few records about this person in the secret room of the Kunlun Law Enforcement Hall, and one of the most eye-catching is that he cultivated the sword with his body, and the first person to cultivate the sword at that time was both vertical and horizontal. But there is not a single record of his vestments.

It is a wonderful origin of this robe. However, fortunately, except for an extra cinnabar mark on the center of her eyebrows, there is no abnormality on the side.

This prosperous world spread throughout the entire Shenzhou in less than half a month, and Kunlun's strength rose. Faintly and forcefully suppressing the trend of Shushan, not only that, but the strength is also sweeping the demon road, and the demon cultivation is ready to move for a while, and his heart is not in danger, but it is like a plate of loose sand, and it is difficult to become a big weapon after all.

However, on the third day, there were monks in Shushan who came to congratulate Kunlun Miao Wuhua on the joy of advancement.

Hearing this news, Jia Jia was not surprised at all, the Kunlun and Shushan alliances have existed since the beginning of the division of the righteous demons. Although it is crumbling, it has experienced many hardships and dangers. The thread is still broken. In addition to the self-asserting identity of the righteous path monk, of course, it is also the reason why the demon path is eyeing on the side. Since ancient times, there must be demons, and there must be demons, and there are demons, and the Tao is different and does not conspire with each other, which is an eternal knot of life that has been destined to exist since the beginning of the appearance of monks, and will not be erased.

It is precisely because of the existence of this immortal knot that although the relationship between Kunlun and Shushan is delicate, it will never be cut off, even if Kunlun overwhelms Shushan. What's more, Shushan has many sword cultivators, and sword cultivators are more proud, although now although Miao Wuhua is in the first place in the world with dust cultivation, and the limelight is unrivaled for a while, but the top management of Shushan mostly thinks that the position of the first person is just a matter of time, and one day it will be replaced by Shushan monks.

And the monks of Shushan came together to congratulate Miao Wuhua on the joy of advancement, one is to show outsiders the good of Kunlun and Shushan for ten thousand years, on the other hand, it is not a kind of temptation?

However, it is a pity that the advanced Miao Wuhua comes from the Ming Zhaofeng lineage, the ancestor was a Buddhist cultivator, and then turned to the Buddha to cultivate, a line of Shushan monks but saw Miao Wuhua with a smile on his face without sorrow and joy, empty outside the crowd, but at a glance, it made people respectful, thinking that after all, under the eyes of everyone, it could not be faked, and the Shushan monk did not say anything to try.

The Shushan monks who came to visit were happy and worried, Kunlun's strength is getting stronger and stronger, the limelight is too prosperous, and the outstanding disciples recruited are afraid to become a sharp decline; most of the happy people are not drunkards, but come to Kunlun for something else.

For example, one of the monks in white clothes fluttering and with a silver sword hanging from his waist smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his peach blossom eyes were more affectionate and ruthless.

Hearing the elders and the head of Kunlun and others smiling lightly, he stepped forward and saluted: "Master, the disciple will go to the Tibetan Sword Peak to find old friends, okay?"

Shushan Mingyu Zhenren bowed slightly, although he was going to leave as soon as he came, there was a lot of rudeness, but instead of seeing any crampedness in his doing, he was calm, and he raised his hand to look at everyone with a smile, and the people who were slightly unhappy in their hearts were silenced, and saw him bend down and salute, and turned to leave.

Even the most difficult bone in Kunlun, Fu Qingniu, only sighed twice: "Young people are not informal!" After that, he turned his head to look at Qin Ya on the side, "Did he go to find Gu Lang?"

Qin Ya bowed slightly, and the rivalry a few months ago seemed to have long since disappeared: "Eight or nine is not far from ten." ”

The monks who considered themselves "old fellows" shook their heads and laughed, skimming off the minor episodes that were inconsequential, and continuing to greet each other.

But he said that the white-clothed monk who was good at dancing with long sleeves in front of a group of monks was not an outsider, but Zhong Bugui. He was dressed in a fluttering garment and came with a sword, and received the eyes of many female cultivators, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more real, and his eyes were more affectionate.

With a sweep of his eyes, he saw that in the open space behind the Law Enforcement Hall of Hidden Sword Peak, there were two monks, a man and a woman, bowing their heads and whispering, with a pleasant expression.

Zhong Bugui turned around and walked straight towards the two of them, bringing the spiritual power on both sides to move slightly, but he saw the female cultivator who bowed her head suddenly raised her head, and looked at him, shocked by her movements, and the male cultivator on the side also raised her head. As far as the eye could see, the female cultivator twitched the corners of her mouth a few times, and muttered in her mouth, looking at the shape of her mouth, it was probably "Zhong Bu is back." ”

The male cultivator looked at him with a faint expression, and the smile on Zhong Bugui's face immediately became a little bigger, but he saw the male cultivator looking at him expressionlessly for a moment, and turned to look at the female cultivator: "Mo Li him!" The three words were dry, but they did not welcome the comer.

However, even if Zhong Bugui saw through what the male cultivator said, he shrugged his shoulders, the stiffness of the smile on his face softened again after a moment, and his feet sped up, but after a moment, he pressed the flying sword, walked in front of the two, and greeted with a smile: "Gu Lang, Lian Jiajia!" The unwelcome of the two was as if he had not seen it.

In the end, it is rare for him to be so thick-skinned that he looks, but seeing that Jia Jia and Gu Lang turned around at the same time, it seemed to him that one said "Zhong Bugui" coldly, and the other followed closely with a look of sorrow.

Zhong Bu straightened his clothes, and when he was about to speak, he listened to Gu Lang's categorical rejection of him: "It's a guest from afar, and we are willing to lead the way for the guest to have a glimpse of the Kunlun scenery, if you want to fight, you will be exempted." ”

Zhong Bugui's smile was slightly stiff, and when he was about to say forget it, he saw Jia Jia on the side pursed his lips disdainfully, and the sentence "forget it" became in his mouth again: "It's good, the scenery of Kunlun is pleasant, which is the purpose of Zhong's trip." ”

When there was a battle in Zhuxiantai, Zhong Bugui had already believed in the master's ability to recognize people, and now it is even more so, he finally entered the out-of-body cultivation, and the female cultivators who were far inferior to him and Gu Lang back then have a stable realm, although they are riding the east wind of the Hunting Heaven Ring, the cultivation speed of the monks in the cultivation world today is incomparable with that year, but her speed is too fast, Zhong Bugui lowered his eyelids, and secretly thought in his heart: It's just now, if it's a fighting method, I don't know who is better?

Clearly didn't care about the Kunlun landscape, but also wanted to pull her and her senior brother to guide him, the three of them were a little absent-minded, wandering in the Kunlun peaks, for a while, but a little disappointed by this boundless landscape.

"This is my Kunlun Qingxin Peak, the scenery is ordinary, and it is the place where the Kunlun miscellaneous disciples live. Swimming from the Inner Five Peaks to the Outer Nine Peaks, and finally reaching the Qingxin Peak, Gu Lang frowned slightly, and there was a trace of helplessness on his face, which was clearly a little impatient.

However, Zhong Bu returned and pointed to the monk of Qingxin Peak with great interest, and turned his head to look at Jia Jia on the side with a smile: "You also came out of this place back then?" After that, he took a deep breath, "Spiritual energy is scarce here, you are only three spirit roots, why do you advance so fast?"

Jia Jia glanced at him: "The spiritual root is not all. Speaking of this, even she didn't notice the pride on her face when she said this, and she continued, "I think that in ancient times, the one with the largest number of spiritual roots was the best, and according to these standards, such as Zhong Daoyou, the heavenly spirit root was the lowest single spirit root in ancient times, and it was even inferior to me. ”

A hint of discoloration flashed in Zhong Bugui's eyes, but he didn't say anything about him, just nodded with a smile: "That's right," after a pause, he said again, "But the number of the three spirit roots, whether it is ancient or today, is just the mean." ”

No matter how warm the spring breeze is, it has come all the way since the pride of the little sky, how can this kind of pride that melts into the bone marrow be easily swept away? Jia Jia suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him, her round eyes quickly recovered into a crescent moon, and she bowed her head slightly: "Yes." It's because Jia Jia is just a middle-of-the-road person now, and he is far inferior to Zhong Daoyou. ”

Hidden needles. Zhong Bugui was slightly stunned, then lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and the surprise in his heart was gone: this female cultivator was really hiding a needle in the cotton, seemingly harmless, but she couldn't tell where she was quietly waiting for herself, in order to give herself an amazing blow. (To be continued......)