The Alchemist God - Chapter 756

Shang Qian’s ingenuity is in the blink of an eye, and the wounds are wrapped up for the North Festival. In the North Festival, the face is slightly pale and disorganized, and the injury is obviously not as light as expected.

"Nothing, Xiao Wangye." Zhuang Shaoyu asked.

"Nothing, a fourth-class demon in the district." North Festival, shaking his head, said: "I am careless."

"Well, if you encounter the demon spirit in the next two days, you will be handed over to it. Xiao Wangye will heal himself."

"it is good."

Chen Hang, the leader of the business nursing home on the side, stood there with his arms and arms, and his eyes were dull. It seemed to be a bit disdainful to the younger generation of the younger generation of the North Ming, as the North Festival said, the fourth The strength of the demon spirit itself can only be equivalent to the level of the holy heaven, and the reason why the North Festival is injured can only indicate that the art is not refined, and the lack of experience in the battle will lead to such a strong injury.

Lin Muyu did not say a word, look at the color of the sky, silently picked up some firewood, almost ignited the campfire outside the campfire.

"Young man, you sleep." Sikong Yao said with pleasure: "I used to stay up all night, today I am coming to the vigil."

"No, let me come."

Lin Muyu shook his head: "I am used to it, you all sleep, cloth, you go to sleep."

"it is good."

Liu Buyi naturally could not see the status quo of the emptiness of Lin Muyu's body, and Sikongyao, Shangqian, Zhuang Shaoyu and others were unable to gain insight because of the convergence ability of the Lingmai, and they went back to the tent to rest.

At night, the stars are full of stars, and a mist of mist falls to form dew, which moistens the earth.

Lin Muyu floated back to the trunk of the pine tree, hugged the ice sword in his arms, closed his eyes, and watched the night while he was able to cultivate himself. He bound the gods lock, and the seven celestial celestial faints revealed the light and absorbed the surrounding heaven and earth reiki. To restore the master's power loss, and Lin Muyu transported the spirit of the pulse, even in the shallow sleep can also sense the advent of the crisis.

Fortunately, there is no harassment other than this fourth-class demon spirit this night.

However, after Xuyang’s dawn, Shangqian and Sikongyao woke up and woke up Liu Buyi to start cooking breakfast. The breakfast was very simple. The cooked meat that was not finished last night was put into the soup and reheated. Then everyone matched Send two pieces of cakes from Tianzhu City, and then go on the road after the completion of the trip. After all, this trip is far away. If it is delayed, it will take a year or two to return to the Tianzhu Empire.

......

The morning light shines in the jungle, reflecting a dazzling brilliance. Sikong Yao follows a pair of beautiful eyes and follows Lin Muyu. Everyone is holding a horse. The mountain is difficult. It is no longer possible to ride here. The horse is only on the flat ground. Can only have a role.

"Oops, there is no way ahead." Shi Tianming, who was at the forefront, suddenly said something blame: "I know that this road must not go, there are thorns in front, what to do."

"The thorn forest in the district, what are you afraid of."

The Northern Festival was raised and said: "It burns."

"Burning." Shi Tianming was stunned.

"Yes, burn it."

The North Festival was floating forward. Although there was injury on the body, it did not affect his ability to lift the power. The palm of his hand was carrying a very pure flame law force, and suddenly he raised his hand. It suddenly seemed like a fire and rain. Hundreds of meters of thorns and forests burned in the flames, like a natural disaster.

Lin Muyu frowned and said: "The wind is going east, the flame will surely spread to the east, and the east is a very dense jungle. I am afraid it will make a mountain fire..."

"Nothing."

Zhuang Shaoyu laughed and pulled out a fan at the waist. It was a purple gold fan. It was a streamer, and the momentum was extraordinary. At first glance, it was more expensive than Liu Buyi’s Tianfan fan. Zhuang Shaoyu gently swayed the fan and made a wind. The law is powerful, and laughs: "In this case, just change the wind direction."

Said, the fan trembled fiercely, and suddenly the wind blew, and the wind blowing from all directions, the flames of the thorn forest were all gathered in the thorn forest until the flame went out, so it is true that it will not Cause any mountain fire.

"Wow, the strong wind system is the driving force." Shang Qiang opened his eyes and smiled, sincerely praised.

Zhuang Shaoyu is naturally complacent. For him, the practitioners of the younger generation are mediocrity, there are not many who can achieve his degree of cultivation, and he can show his strength in front of the two goddesses of his favorite. This is naturally what Zhuang Shaoyu is yearning for.

Liu Buyi and Shi Tianming also opened their mouths together and marveled at Zhuang Shaoyu and Beichan Festival's ability to control power. Only Lin Muyu bowed his head and took the reins. He said, "Go, the fire stopped, you can go, the front The road is slightly flat and should be ready."

Sikong Yao nodded, but he was very curious to look at Lin Muyu. Xiaoying Ying whispered: "Young man, you think that Shaoyu brother and Xiaowangye are in the realm of realm, they are able to call for the rain."

"Not bad." Lin Muyu whispered.

"What is not bad." Si Kong Yao was surprised.

Lin Muyu smiled and tried to lower the voice. He said: "It is very simple. This jungle is the forbidden place of the Scorpio empire. It is the legendary non-returning forest. It is said that there is also a powerful demon spirit of a demon level. We are... We are still trying to keep a low profile. It’s better to be a good start. It’s not a good thing to call for the wind. It’s a good thing to attract the demon. If you are in danger, you should be cautious and save the greatest strength to cope with the crisis. ""

For this answer, Sikong Yao seems very satisfied, nodded and laughed and said: "Well, I totally agree, you are really different from the two of them."

"How is it different?" Lin Muyu was interested.

Sikongyao swayed, and couldn't tell why, a small mouth: "It's not the same anyway, don't say it, they are far away, we keep up."

"Ok."

......

The mountain winds and the hustle and bustle, the morning light is clear, and the air in the mountains is very fresh. Zhuang Shaoyu, who is in front of the horse, can’t help but smile: “I haven’t walked out for a long time. This situation really makes people feel heartfelt. At the same time, I listened to the teachings of the Master and was careful. Now I have found that the enchanting of this place is just like this, and the Emperor is only a legend. It has never been seen before, and it has been fabricated in general."

North Ming node smiled: "Yes."

Zhuang Shaoyu's "哗" sounded a folding fan, and he said with a graceful sway: "Little Wang, I heard that Xiao Wangye's poetry flames are the best, and the first person in the North Pluto rookie is so famous. Why isn't this beautiful scene? ""

The North Festival is a chuckle: "The essays are martial arts, and Shaoyu brothers don't want to let the younger brothers dare to grab this raise, or Shaoyu brothers come first, the younger brother naturally keeps up."

"If this is the case, then I will offer ugliness. This poem is based on the wind."

Zhuang Shaoyu took a deep breath and looked up at the distant mountains and rivers. He came up with a five-character poem: "The breeze reverberates, the horses cross the hills, laugh into the fairyland, and the clouds fly."

"Good." Shang Qian patted his palm and said: "Zhuang Gongzi really has a good literary talent."

Zhuang Shaoyu was proud and smiled: "Little lord, it's your turn."

The North Ming Festival sighed and said: "The clouds are now in the mountain gates, the forest is foggy and cold, and there is no place to find the fairy. I only see the drug collector."

"Good." Zhuang Shaoyu claped and smiled: "A good one has not found a place to go."

Si Kong Yao and Shang Qian also smiled and cheered.

At this time, Zhuang Shaoyu's gaze fell on Lin Muyu, who was silently on the road. He said: "Since it is a three-person competition, whether Shaoxia is also a poetry."

"I don't know how to literate, so I don't have to." Lin Muyu said.

"You don't want to be too modest, and you must be a gentle person to watch your words and deeds. Besides, you are the guest of Miss Sikong Yao. The celestial continent has always admired the duality of civil and military. If there is no reason for poetry, if you even have a poem, if you even No poems can be made, how can we make the VIPs of Tianzong Zong." Zhuang Shaoyu is aggressive.

The Northern Festival also laughed: "Yes, Shaoxia does not have to be modest. A fragrant martial arts can always make a poem."

"no need."

Lin Muyu marched forward, and he sang a poem: "Panasonic asked the boy, the teacher took the medicine, only in this mountain, Yunshen did not know."

"..."

"..."

Everyone was amazed, after a long while, the North Mongol took the palm of his hand: "Good poetry, good poetry, good... good mood, did not think that Shaoxia really is a civil and military double, not simple or not simple."

"Little Wang Ye praised." Lin Muyu sneered at the bottom of my heart, I read 300 poems of Tang poetry, you guys who are sour and not a few will fight poetry with me, this is not a paradise, you don't go, hell, no door to come in? .

Zhuang Shaoyu smiled coldly and warmly: "I just saw a slightly similar literary talent. As for the civil and military martial arts, I don't know when I will be lucky enough to see the martial arts repair of Shaoxia."

"It will be." Lin Muyu smiled lightly. At this time, his body's power has recovered to about 60%. It is not a problem to shoot. The problem is that you can't take the demon spirit of the demon king level. The one who is the highest in this pedestrian is at least the power of the gods. He has not spoken, and he is still a low-key one.

......

Just then, the sound of "shashasha" suddenly came from the bushes in the distance, and many grass blades were faintly visible, which suddenly caught the attention of everyone.

"There are guests coming." Zhuang Shaoyu is cold and cold.

The guest is nothing but a group of wolves.

Lin Muyu's spiritual veins have long sensed this group of wolves, but these wolves are repaired to a lower level, and the neck is full of patterns, a total of nine colors, is the legendary ninth demon, the strength is equivalent to The five hundred years of the beasts in the world of Ding Ding are not worth mentioning. The only place that is taboo is that there are more devils, and there are more than 30.

"It’s a hunting wolf."

Sikong Yao smiled and said: "Our luck is really good. I met the wolves on the first day of the mountain." The first book from the 17K novel network, the first time to see the genuine content!