Meng Hao was extremely nervous, standing on the treasure fan that he had just exchanged, and using all his spiritual power to escape quickly, he was afraid that he would have a catastrophe if he escaped slowly.
"I already offended the old monster Song, but now even Zi Yunzong is offended... But this can't blame me, they forced a change." Meng Hao sighed, and felt a little innocent. After all, he was innocent at the time. It is impossible not to change... At this moment, he sighed again and again, and ran faster, and had to keep the distance from the Huguo mountain range far away.
"You have to find a place to hide, otherwise it will be dangerous if you are overtaken..." Meng Hao frowned. At this moment, the sliding force of the treasure fan dissipated and fell to the ground. Meng Hao immediately put the fan away and ran forward.
"I don't know when I will be able to build the foundation, so I can truly fly in the sky!"
Time flickered for two days. Meng Hao didn’t have any rest during these two days, so he hurried on his way. Thinking back to the time when Daqingshan was chased by Shangguan Xiu, Meng Hao hardly had much rest. Meng Hao felt a little helpless, but now he has to escape, otherwise. The consequences could be disastrous.
At this moment, in the depths of the Huguo Mountain Range, on the Pingding Mountain next to the Baoshan Mountain, Wu Dingqiu was holding up the chess piece with a smile on his face, and after thinking about it for about half an hour, he slowly put it down.
The Old Monster Song opposite him was pale, staring at Wu Dingqiu, snorted coldly, and gave him a quick drop.
"Old blame Song, you have a good cultivation level, but this state of mind is not good. The monks of my generation will calm down, and the landslides will not change. You see, you are just taken away by a junior. That's it. Feeling restless?" Wu Dingqiu stroked his beard, smiled and opened his mouth, with a calm look.
"It's you now, and so are you." Old Monster Song said grimly.
"Definitely not! Even if you change to Wu, you will only appreciate it, but will not get angry. My Zi Yunzong talks about the cultivation of xinxing. How can you get angry because of this thing? Old Monster Song is not that I say you. In this cultivation, you still have to learn from our Zi Yunzong." Wu Dingqiu laughed and said triumphantly, looking at Old Monster Song's appearance, he spoke again.
"Well, when you finish this game of chess, you will go with me to the Purple Luck Sect. I will show you the Qi Cultivation Roll of my Sect, and let you understand how to calm your energy." Wu Dingqiu smiled even more proudly. The wrinkles have been opened.
Old Monster Song coldly snorted and didn't speak. Instead, he frowned and looked away. Wu Dingqiu's smile was even brighter and he also looked at him. Not long after, he saw two figures rushing from the jungle. It was Qian. Shuihen and Luzon, both of them holding iron spears at the same time, went straight to Pingdingshan, and some disciples of the Zi Yunzong could be seen in the distant mountains and forests following them.
"Meet Elder Wu, the disciples fulfilled the elder's decree and exchanged this treasure."
"The disciples paid homage to Elder Wu, but fortunately, they finally exchanged this gun." Qian Shuihen and Luzon stepped on the flat roof at the same time and spoke together.
Old Monster Song's face was gloomy, and Wu Dingqiu's laughter echoed.
"Yes, you two are very good. This time the old man is in charge and promoted you to inner disciple. But you didn't embarrass that little friend, did you?" Wu Dingqiu said with a smile.
"Return to Elder Wu, I just exchanged it, and didn't embarrass him." Qian Shuihen said quickly, Lu Song looked excited by the side, and quickly nodded.
"Old Monster Song, come here, you and I will appreciate this supreme gun." Wu Dingqiu laughed, and when his sleeve was flicked and his right hand was raised, the iron spear came straight to him and fell into Wu Dingqiu's hands. .
But as soon as he started with this gun, Wu Dingqiu's complexion changed, and his eyes flashed sharply. He looked carefully, and Old Monster Song on the side had a gloomy expression, but now he looked at the iron gun carefully, and his eyes suddenly appeared. There was light, and he was taken aback, and soon a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Wu Dingqiu's complexion became more and more ugly. No matter how he looked at that iron gun, it was nothing but iron. At this moment, he was unwilling to pick it up and pointed at a certain monster below the mountain, but the monster did not react at all.
His complexion was hard to see the extreme, and he slowly lifted up at this moment, looking coldly at Qianshuihen and Luzon.
Qian Shuihen and Luzon were excited, but Wu Dingqiu's gaze suddenly trembled, and there was a blank expression in his eyes.
"What did you exchange for this gun?" Wu Dingqiu asked every word.
"The disciple gave out two thousand and one hundred spirit stones, seven earth spirit pills, one sect drowsing nail, and... there is also a red platform pill..." Qian Shuihen was nervous in his heart and hurriedly said.
Wu Dingqiu's face had begun to darken.
"The disciple also produced 1,500 spiritual stones, three heavenly spirit pills, a precious fan, and a magical pill..." Luzon's words followed.
Old Monster Song's laughter suddenly reverberated, and there was a sense of catharsis in that laughter, as if to let out all the depression of the past few days in this laughter.
"A bunch of rubbish, this iron gun is fake!" Wu Dingqiu was originally angry, and heard that these two disciples had actually spent so much, and coupled with the harshness of the laughter of Old Monster Song, he suddenly became angry. At this moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and growled.
At this moment, his voice spread directly like a thunderous roar. The shocked chessboard was directly shattered, and the mountain peaks under his feet collapsed and exploded. Qianshuihen and Luzon spouted blood and fell back suddenly, shocked. There was a buzzing in my head, and all the words echoed by Wu Dingqiu.
"Fake..." The two were at a loss.
At this moment, Wu Dingqiu's voice spread all over the country, echoing most of the National Protection Mountains, and even spreading, faintly spreading into Dongxiu City.
Suddenly, his voice was like thunder rolling in the sky. In Dongxiu City, Sun Hua and others who had not left were stunned for a while, but Sun Hua soon thought of something, and his expression was suddenly stunned.
"The gun is fake?" Sun Hua looked at his companions. At this moment, these people seemed to think of something, and their expressions changed immediately.
"It's the iron gun that can't be said..."
In Baizhen Pavilion, Qiaoling was introducing a magic weapon to a monk. After hearing the outside voice, she was taken aback, and subconsciously thought of Meng Hao and the iron gun, her expression immediately revealed a strange expression.
The middle-aged man on the furnace opened his eyes, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, did not speak, and closed his eyes again.
On the plain far away from the Huguo Mountain Range, Meng Hao was galloping, and now he lowered his head faster.
In the Huguo Mountain Range, Old Monster Song’s laughter echoed, and the harsh voice fluctuated, making Wu Dingqiu's face extremely ugly. As the elder of the Purple Yunzong, he was actually teased by a condensing monk. Although this matter is not directly related to him, It must be extremely embarrassing to spread it out.
At this moment, I wish I could not find Meng Hao right away. When I turned around, I saw Qian Shuihen and Luzon in fear. They were even more disgusted. I also sighed inwardly, knowing that these disciples are in the sect on weekdays, and there is not much contact with outsiders. His experience, like a domestic flower, is obviously not good no matter whether it is scheming or experience.
In Leng Hum, he threw his iron gun down, and he was about to expand his consciousness to look for Meng Hao while he was walking, but at this moment, Old Monster Song stepped to block him in front of him, laughing extremely triumphantly.
"Friend Wu Daoist should not get angry. Your Zi Yunzong pays attention to concentration and self-cultivation. How can you get angry because of this matter? I am not talking about you, Brother Wu. You still want more in this cultivation skill. Study your Zi Yunzong’s Qi Cultivation Roll." Old Monster Song laughed loudly, but he assumed a posture that today said nothing would allow the other party to leave as he wished. Before the other party did not let him leave, he naturally couldn’t at this moment. Let the other party do what they want.
"You..." Wu Dingqiu's face was gloomy, staring at Old Monster Song, but he couldn't say anything, and his heart was extremely aggrieved.
"The chessboard was ruined by you, and this game is not finished, so let’s go, didn’t you invite the old man to your Purple Fortune Sect before, let’s go, to your Purple Fortune Sect, you and I have to play for a few months. Chess." Old Monster Song smiled extremely proudly. At this moment, the depressive aura in his heart was wiped out. Especially when I saw Wu Dingqiu's appearance, I was even more happy. As for Meng Hao taking his treasure, this matter seems to Old Monster Song. It's not important anymore, what's important is to make Wu Dingqiu angry, which is quite happy for him, and he sighs out.
At this moment, Wu Dingqiu was forced to pull Wu Dingqiu in a way that he would never let the other party go away. Wu Dingqiu was depressed, staring at the old monster for a long time, and sighed, knowing that the other party would not let him chase today. Angrily, Old Monster Song was dragged towards the sky.
"You have not kept up, a group of useless waste, this time the inner disciple's promotion has all failed, and every one of them returned to the sect to retreat for the old man to practice!" Wu Dingqiu turned his head and yelled at the earth, and Qianshuihen immediately contacted Luzon. The body was trembling, and the other disciples were all pale.
"Damn Meng Hao, I remember you, you shameless fellow!" Luzon lowered his head and his face was distorted, gritted his teeth, and the shy look of Meng Hao appeared in his mind, and his angry eyes would breathe fire. His whole life I have never seen such a shameless person, who obviously sells fake guns, but he makes that kind of heartbroken expression, especially thinking that he has spent so much money, and now he has failed to promote the inner door, which makes Luzon now. The more I recalled, the more angry I almost spewed blood.
"The most shameless, the most despicable, Meng Hao, you are too despicable, don't let me meet you again, or I will break your corpse into pieces!!" Qian Shuihen was heartbroken at his own items, and at this moment, she was unwilling to pick up those items. That iron gun was almost crazy, thinking that he had lost the promotion of the inner disciple, thinking that he had lost the magic pill magic weapon, his hatred for Meng Hao was overwhelming.
When looking at Luzon, the two looked at each other, and they felt pity for the same disease.
"This gun must be placed in the sect, and I must always remind the two of me that I will kill this damn Meng Hao ten thousand times in this life!" The two have strong murderous intent, but after their trial is over, they must return to the sect. But this hatred and murderous intent is hidden in the heart and will not dissipate for a lifetime.
At this moment, Meng Hao's heart trembled. He himself felt wronged. He sighed again and again, but the speed was faster. After running out for seven days, he found a deep mountain cave wearily, and sat cross-legged in it and quickly meditated. Satisfied.
"Why is this..." Meng Hao sighed. He was tired from running during this period, and worried about being overtaken. He was exhausted at the moment.
It was not until the next morning that he opened his eyes and fled again. This time, half a month later, he dared not show up in front of people, looking for some wild collars in the deep mountains, and digging with a flying sword until he felt that it should be safe. I left a cave and meditated in it. －－－－－I saw the public prestige signal of some readers asking about Ergen, asking what is posted every day in it, announce it here, search the public account: Ergen.
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