"Don't you know?" Chang Chunzi glanced at Zhu Xingyuan, his subordinates didn't stop, and he shook his head and shook his head, "Isn't it quite good to see that you have a good relationship on weekdays?

Seeing that the two glanced at each other, they shook their heads with each other.

Chang Chunzi glanced at the two of them, and left a sentence: "This is also called a brother?"

Being so old and decayed, Mo Wen and Zhu Xingyuan both showed a little embarrassment.

After taking Qiao's Changchun Zi to a full extent, he said: "That is, the scene a few days ago, Gu Lang came to me." After being hit by a hundred-legged Jiao in the East China Sea, he gritted his teeth and held on, he couldn't stand it, so he came to me, it was really, hey, after all, the monk is not an immortal, no one is like seeking immortality, but he doesn't care for himself so much. ”

"What is he going to do to kill a hundred-legged Jiao?" Mo Wen was also a little puzzled, "Good and dignified, can't you get along with a demon beast?"

Hundred-legged Jiao and other demon beasts are in the hinterland of the East China Sea, but they are quiet and quiet, so they are entrenched in one place all day long, and it can be said that since the establishment of the Kunlun faction, it is rare to hear anyone say that they will not get along with such monsters as Hundred-legged Jiao.

Chang Chunzi squinted his eyes, and a little funny appeared on Ping Suli's calm face, and he pinched his voice and sang: "You are a green plum to come to my bamboo horse, three thousand worlds to find treasures, and one heart Mingluo hairpin, junior sister said, do you like it?"

After the Changchun Zi with him finished singing, Zhu Xingyuan held his cheeks and nodded thoughtfully: "It turned out to be for the Tongxin Ming Luo hairpin! No wonder I need to find the hundred-legged Jiao in the East China Sea." However, the concentric Ming Luo hairpin suppresses the strange things of the demons. Hundreds of materials are required. It had to be done in such a short time. No wonder Gu Lang was so busy that he didn't have time to talk to me. ”

Mo asked, frowning: "Zhu Xingyuan, do you look at Senior Sister Lian as if she is a demon in her heart?"

The corners of Zhu Xingyuan's mouth twitched slightly, and after a while, he still helplessly held his forehead and sighed: "It's really not like it." If she seems to be a demon in her heart, then what are we?"

"Since even Senior Sister is not interested in demons, what is Gu Lang going to do with Tongxin Ming Luo Hairpin in his heart?"

"Yes, yes. Yes, because she's going into retreat!" Zhu Xingyuan snorted, but he couldn't even convince himself of this reason.

After being at a loss for a long time, Mo Wen was the first to come back to his senses, coughed lightly, and pulled back Changchunzi, who was silently performing healing techniques on the side: "By the way, Gu Lang's matter will not be said for the time being, what about Master Fan?"

"She, the princess of Kunlun!" Chang Zizi mentioned it succinctly, and then stopped mentioning it.

Zhu Xingyuan twitched the corners of his mouth: "This is the realm of the Immortal Family, not the Imperial Palace!"

Changchunzi was beaten in his hand. The hand healing operation was nearing its end, and then it was rapidly retracted. The special rejuvenation pill that was thrown to Zhu Xingyuan Yiping, looked at it, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes: "Then you take care, the old man doesn't want to always face you, you are not good-looking, and you are not a beauty! ”

Mo asked if he wanted to laugh, so he couldn't hold back the smile in his eyes, stretched out his hand and patted Zhu Xingyuan, who was hit, and comforted him better than nothing: "Forget it, Mo Mou is not good-looking." Men, it's not good to use. You're still of some use. ”

Zhu Xingyuan, who was full of sympathy, was going crazy.

Pulled up by Mo Wen, Zhu Xingyuan and the two of them were about to leave, but today may be destined to be Changchunzi here without being idle, and before he walked out of the door, he saw Gu Lang still wearing the iconic black clothes and holding a long sword to come in to look for Changchunzi.

Seeing that Changchunzi led Gu Lang into place with a smile and sat down, and asked the question of the wound carefully, Zhu Xingyuan refused to leave as if his feet had taken root. sat down in the corner without saying a word, and Mo Wen on the side rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, knowing that it was impossible to drag away Zhu Xingyuan at the moment, so he stood aside helplessly.

After Gu Lang nodded at the two of them, it was convenient for Chang Chunzi to start talking.

"How is it?, what about the Tongxin Ming Luo hairpin, do you like it?" Changchunzi joked to Gu Lang with a smile.

"I like it. Gu Lang lowered his head and smiled, reached out and touched the sword spike on the hilt, and his tone was much more cheerful, "This is a gift from her, and I don't know when I thought of it." ”

Those present only glanced at the tassel sword spike, and saw the aura on it, and knew that this thing had always been a high-grade self-defense magic weapon.

"She said that my sword is the sword of attack, and that the best defense is to attack, but where there is always power, she gave it to me. Gu Lang said as he played with the sword spike in his hand, perhaps it was Jia Jia's feminine nature, and he even tied two bells on the sword spike.

The tinkling voice, when I thought of Gu Lang, who was not smiling, I felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

The corners of Zhu Xingyuan's mouth twitched, just waiting for Changchunzi to pour cold water on Gu Lang, but unexpectedly, Changchunzi stroked his white beard with myopia, and nodded with a smile: "Not bad, not bad." ”

Is it Changchunzi who says it is good with such a clear conscience? Zhu Xingyuan and Mo Wen were already stunned.

After sending Gu Lang away, Chang Chunzi smiled on his face, looked at the two of them, frowned slightly, and said, "Why are you two still here?"

That's a big difference, isn't it?

When Chang Chunzi heard this, he smiled and said straightly: "Senior brother and sister Gu Lang are born well, and when they see it, they are in a good mood." ”

What kind of world is this? Zhu Xingyuan was sad and indignant in his heart, but he was helpless.

However, this trip to find Changchun Zi was not in vain, and finally solved the curiosity that had been hidden in my heart for a long time.

A few months passed, perhaps because encountering Zhu Xingyuan always caused her to suffer together, but Brahma didn't do anything except give Zhu Xingyuan a few blank eyes.

In the blink of an eye, it was June, and a thunder crossed the sky, although it was not too late, but there were dark clouds above Kunlun, which gave birth to a bit of a treacherous feeling in the immortal realm of this primary.

In the middle of Kunlun, above Tai'a, who was standing up in the clouds, in the main hall, the high-level monks of Kunlun who rarely appeared in Pingsuri gathered together, and even many monks who had not shown up in a hundred years to retreat appeared here.

In this case, except for the head of Kunlun urging the soul attraction manual and forcibly recalling those monks who were locked up in the dead to Kunlun, it can be said that there is no explanation.

In the main hall, in addition to the scattered monks standing in front of them, sixty-eight Kunlun elites are also ready to stand by in the hall at any time.

Mei Qihe stood in front of the three-legged tripod in front of the group of cultivators, lit three incense sticks, and kowtowed slightly towards the tripod.

After bowing down three times, Mei Qihe turned around impressively, and the golden sect mark symbolizing the identity of the head of Kunlun appeared on his chest.

"Master Zizu has clouds, unless Kunlun is alive and dead, he must not urge the soul introduction manual. Right now, the Seven Cranes are brave and urge the Soul Attraction Manual, but the Seven Cranes think that this time the wind and rain are gone, and it is already the time for my Kunlun to live and die!" Mei Qihe said and sighed heavily.

The monks of the world are panicking, and from time to time the news of the monk who has bumped into the devil and been killed. The world's group of cultivators has also made up their minds and is ready to make a final fight: if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!

"I am specially urging the Soul Attraction Manual, and I hope that you will help you!"

The Tibetan gods and out-of-body monks also stood up one after another, stood in a column, and bowed down: "Obey the decree of the master!"

"Good. At this time, when it is about the life and death of the righteous path in our world, we should cultivate the same hatred of the enemy and resist the enemy together. Mei has already discussed with the head of Shushan, the seventeen islands of the East China Sea, and the three sects of the Demon Gate, and success or failure will be in one fell swoop!"

"Obey the Lord's Decree!"

Another mountain cry.

Mei Qihe bowed slightly, and heard a hidden monk who had not returned to Kunlun for nearly five hundred years pondered for a moment, and bowed slightly: "Chen is not lucky, but he has some ideas!"

The monk who spoke was dressed in plain clothes, with a plain hairband on his head, only two green bands at the cuffs, and he was quite handsome, and from a distance he looked like a student rushing to take the exam in the mortal world

"Chen Zhenren, come and listen!" Mei Qihe raised his hand to ask him to speak.

A simple and cute Tibetan God monk who returned with him stretched out his hand and patted Chen Zhenren's shoulder: "Hua Xuan, if you have something to say, I'm impatient to listen to you." ”

"Yes. Chen Huaxuan nodded good-naturedly, but he turned around, glanced at the sixty-eight Kunlun elite disciples, and then locked his gaze on one of the long-bearded monks, and waved his hand with a smile: "Little Changchun, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

It's good to know the inside story, but the one who doesn't know the inside story is sluggish: looking at Chen Huaxuan, who is only twenty-seven or eight, calling Xiao Changchun to Changchun, who is about seventy years old, this is really unexpected.

But fortunately, apart from being a little sluggish, Monk Kunlun didn't say anything.

The tips of Changchunzi's ears, who had always looked cold, were slightly red, but he still bowed and saluted: "Changchunzi has seen the master!"

"It's okay!" Chen Huaxuan smiled and waved his hand, and then said with a straight face: "What I want to say is that I have some thoughts about those immortals of that demon. ”

The cute monk on the side didn't talk nonsense, but just glanced at him obliquely: "How sure are you?"

"Seventy percent!"

"Enough. The naïve monk smiled and nodded at Mei Qihe, "I Kunlun can kill those immortal monks, and the rest is the devil and a few of his personal minions." Don't worry, we still have a way to deal with the adversary. ”

"That's very good. Miao Wuhua, who hadn't spoken for a long time, got up lightly, "The dust ceremony of Shushan Mingjian Zhenren and Donghai Penglai Huadao Zhenren also plan to take advantage of this opportunity to do half of it, and set off in three days, and the location is in Langya Tower, Pingzhou!"

(To be continued......)