As he spoke, the Wushuang Sword God reached into his storage bag, intending to take out two elixirs for healing wounds. However, he unexpectedly reached out and found nothing. This made the Wushuang Sword God anxious. While he was looking for it, While yelling angrily: "Where's my storage bag? Where's my Xuanling Fruit?"
In the end, the Wushuang Sword God did not find the storage bag, but found the footprints and other traces left by Xiaopang's walking. He was not stupid. He knew at a glance that his things had been stolen, and it was done while he was unconscious. Stolen.
Seeing this, the Wushuang Sword God was shocked at first, and then became furious. Because the other party didn't kill him, it meant he wasn't from the evil sect. In addition, the time when the other party appeared was too coincidental. Someone came just after he was cursed. Maybe the guy had hidden aside in advance. And he was the one who sent Yufeng into the viper's mouth. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense at all. Isn't there such a coincidence in the world
Thinking that this hateful guy first caused him to be cursed, and then stole his storage bag and Xuanling Fruit, he was so angry that he almost went crazy.
"You bastard, don't ask me to catch you, or I will cut you into pieces!" The Wushuang Sword God roared angrily as he chased him in the direction of the footprints, trying to find the person who framed him. However, with his footwork and speed, he was obviously not as good as Fatty on a cloud-riding tiger, so he soon lost Fatty's direction and could only blindly run around in Qiancui Screen.
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Besides, Xiaopang finally got rid of the big trouble of Yu Feng, and also unintentionally framed the Wushuang Sword God who was against him, and stole his Xuanling Fruit. I couldn't be happier. The only pity is that the other party's magic weapon is his own magic weapon, which has long been connected with his mind. There is no way for Xiaopang to steal it without killing him. But these are all trivial matters, just a magic weapon. In order not to offend the terrible curse, it doesn't matter if you don't take the thing. Anyway, Fatty has already gained too many benefits.
After easily getting rid of the unparalleled sword god who was tracking him, Xiaopang saw that it was getting late, so he found a secluded cave, summoned the Cloud-walking Winged Tiger and 30 wind bronze puppets to protect him, and lit up the big copper bell. Come out and put it on your head. Then he entered his own natal space.
This time, Xiaopang did not come here to practice martial arts, but to conquer the nine beautiful pictures of psychic treasures that he had just obtained.
After entering the space, Xiaopang immediately took out the Nine Beautiful Pictures excitedly, caressed it twice, and then input a spiritual energy to activate it. The next moment, nine beautiful and coquettish female cultivators appeared around Xiaopang.
Their true bodies are witches of desire from outside the realm, and they are obviously not mindless puppets. So as soon as they came out, they immediately realized that something was wrong, but they didn't do anything drastic and took a casual look at it. The beautiful fire-type sword cultivator among the five sword cultivators stood up and said in a coquettish voice: "Little brother, may I ask where this place is? Why do I feel weird?"
"Haha!" Xiaopang smiled slightly and said straightforwardly: "It doesn't matter where you are here. What's important is that I now have the Nine Beautiful Pictures and am your master!"
"Haha!" After Jiumei heard Xiaopang's words, she burst out laughing in unison. This made Xiaopang extremely embarrassed, and for a moment he didn't know what he said wrong.
Fortunately, after the other party finished laughing, a nun replied with a smile: "Little brother, you are so funny. Do you think whoever gets the Nine Beautiful Pictures can become our master?"
"If it were really that simple, then the Lingbao would be too worthless!"
"Hmph, if we were recognized as masters so easily, how could we have been left idle for tens of thousands of years!"
"This poor little furry head, his fur hasn't even grown yet, yet he wants to be our master!"
A group of beauties began to criticize the fat man. It made him blush and extremely embarrassed.
Seeing that they were talking endlessly and showing no signs of restraining themselves, Xiaopang couldn't bear it anymore and could only yell: "Okay, shut up!"
After being yelled at by Fatty, the nine female cultivators closed their mouths, but they all looked at Fatty in unison. Their murderous eyes really made Fatty a little scared.
He didn't want to argue with these perverts, so he hurriedly explained, "I just want to ask, what should I do to make you recognize me as my master!"
"Actually, it's very simple for us to recognize our master. There are two methods, good and evil. As long as you pass one, you can become our master!" A water sword cultivator replied with evil intentions.
"There are actually two methods!" When Xiaopang heard this, he immediately became energetic and said hurriedly: "Can you tell me?"
"Of course!" Another female nun said with a smile: "I just don't know if I want to listen to the orthodox method or the evil method?"
"I come from Xuantian Villa, and I am from a well-known and decent family. Naturally, I want to listen to the methods of the decent family!" Xiao Pang said hurriedly.
"The upright method is the simplest!" The gold sword cultivator ran over excitedly and said: "Since you have chosen the upright side, then we are the evil sect. Therefore, we will appear as formless demonic bodies and witches of natural desire. As long as you can resist the temptation of our Demonic Dance, you will pass!"
As she spoke, she suddenly turned around, and her entire body disappeared in an instant, leaving only a faint shadow, hazy, revealing the appearance of a stunning beauty. I saw that she was wearing scantily clad clothes, with only a few strands of hair on her body, and her expression was even more coquettish. She moaned softly, and that charming voice made the little fat man go to his bones, and he felt a stream of fire. , rising up along his lower abdomen, hoping that he would not make a fool of himself on the spot. It was only after he gave himself a slap in the face that he finally woke up.
A moan from a witch almost made the little fat man lose control and almost lost control. If nine witches went into battle together and performed the famous Heavenly Demon Dance, the little fat man would definitely be hit unless he castrated himself! Don't talk about him, I'm afraid that few monks at the Yuan Ying level can withstand the demon dance of the Desire Witch, and they will definitely become insane and eventually turn into a madman.
Therefore, as soon as Xiaopang heard this, he immediately knew that this road was probably blocked. So he immediately said: "Stop, stop, although I come from a famous family, my heart is relatively dark. Therefore, if the evil sect's method is simple, I don't mind trying it!"
Although Xiaopang's words were said in a tactful way, the hypocrisy was clearly visible, and the nine Desire Witches were immediately amused by him.
One of the nuns immediately laughed and said: "Haha, I didn't expect that an unusual guy like you could appear among the famous and decent people. It's really fun!"
"It can be seen that the so-called famous and upright people are just that, and there are also dirty and despicable people everywhere!" Another female nun mocked.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about those nonsense!" The female fire cultivator then smiled and said: "Since the little brother said so, let's give him a chance! In fact, it is very simple to say, the evil sect's method It’s much better than being decent, I guess you will like it!”
"Really?" Xiaopang's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked hurriedly: "Then what is the method of the evil sect?"
"Hehe~" After hearing this, the nine female cultivators suddenly laughed maliciously.
Xiaopang immediately realized that he was afraid that he would fall into another trap. Sure enough, one of the extremely plump female cultivators came over with a smile, touched her chubby provocatively, and then said with a lewd smile: "The evil sect's method is liked by all men! As long as you can conquer us physically, If you satisfy us, we will be willing to acknowledge you as our Lord!”
"Come on, honey, we haven't eaten meat for tens of thousands of years!" Another nun couldn't wait to run over and said.
Xiaopang was stunned when he heard this. He never expected that this was the case. However, despite the current beauty, Xiaopang still dare not be careless. After all, these guys are all extraterrestrial demons, and they all take pleasure in teasing people. The more nice they say it, the more they will become a trap. Therefore, Xiaopang was not impatient, but asked cautiously: "Sisters, do you think you have any special powers?"
"Hehe~" After hearing this, the nine female cultivators all laughed evilly in unison, which made the little fat man tremble with fright, and there was a vague feeling in his heart.
Sure enough, one of the female nuns said very proudly: "How can they have any secret skills? It's just an ordinary girl's nine turns!"
When Xiaopang heard this, he screamed in fright, and then retreated dozens of feet away like lightning. The scene was as if he had seen a ghost.
In fact, Xiaopang felt more scared than seeing a ghost. What is the girl's nine-turn magical skill? It is said to be the strongest Yin Gong among the evil sect's dual cultivation techniques. There is a saying that "a girl's nine turns will lead to death after exhaustion of energy".
This means that as long as you go to bed with a female monk with this kind of yin skill, you will definitely die from exhaustion at most nine times. No matter how high your cultivation level is, there are no exceptions. And here, there happen to be nine female cultivators, and all of them have the Nine-turn Yin Skill. If you want to satisfy them all, you will obviously have to risk your life!
Although Xiaopang has an amazing physique, he is also self-aware. Even if he was covered in iron, he would never be able to withstand the Nine-turn Yin Skill of these nine female cultivators. In history, countless Nascent Soul-level and even distraction-level super masters have died under the Yin Kung of the ninth-level girl. Xiaopang doesn’t want to be the next ghost under the flowers!
Seeing that Fatty was so timid, the nine female cultivators all looked disdainful. A few of them were sarcastic and even said sarcastically: "Looking at you, you look tall and thick, but unexpectedly you are not a man at all!"
"Silver rod wax gun tip!"
“It’s good to look at but useless!”
"despise!"
The series of sarcastic words finally made Xiaopang feel ashamed to death. He wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.