Cultivation Is Like This

   Chapter 62 I have a younger sister

  The fox didn't care about it on three sides, but there were waves in his heart. It's just that the spiritual veins of Dongqi County collapsed. If there are more formations like this...

  If the cultivator loses the Lingmai Xianshan Mountain, he will either go to grab another site, or he will move out of Wuzhou. Either way, it will lead to constant disputes within and outside Wuzhou.

His family knows his own affairs, and Hu San is very aware of the current situation in Wuzhou. On the surface, there is a pool of stagnant water, but in reality it is extremely chaotic due to infighting. Qinggan is a foreshadowing.

  Fox San's scalp was numb, and he pressed his heart with fear: "Zhao Sect Leader, how many trapped dragons do you guys still have?"

"you guess!"

  “…”

  Lu Bei took a deep breath and recovered from the shock. People's sorrows and joys are not the same. Hu San was worried that Wu Zhou would overthrow the country, and he was worried about the inheritance left to him by his cheap master.

   I remember very clearly that when I first explored the ruins, Mo Buxiu mentioned in the letter left behind that if there is no disaster of the collapse of the spiritual vein, it will not be discovered for two hundred years.

   At that time, he thought that Mo Buxiu made a mistake, and snickered.

   Now it seems that there is no reason why Mo Buxiu made a mistake, and it is clearly too correct. The spiritual vein of Dongyang County, where the ruins are located, collapsed, and the dead mouse was touched by the blind snake.

This is not the point. The three bronze boxes left behind by Mo Buxiu, Lu Beitiao opened one in advance on the map, and the remaining two are far from meeting the conditions for opening due to insufficient cultivation. was discovered...

  MD, you are dead!

  Lu Bei looked at Zhao Xiayang with murderous aura, and said bitterly: "Young gangsters, the sins are extremely heinous, they should be killed!"

Hu San was refreshed and looked at Lu Bei with admiration. He was thick-faced, dark-hearted, cunning and suspicious, and he never stopped fighting to serve the country. go-getter.

   Isn't this the right arm that my mother said, I finally found it!

  Thinking like this, Chu He, the former right-hand man and right arm, immediately lost his fragrance.

   "What a young man, Zhao's head is here, if you want to come and get it." Zhao Xiayang sealed the bleeding wound, spread his arms, and knelt down and begged for a silver bracelet.

  Lu Bei didn't know where Zhao Xiayang's confidence came from, and Hu San didn't know either. After being silent for a long time, the people in Xuanyin Division couldn't hold back, and after receiving permission from Chu He, they waved their long swords to kill everyone in Qingshuimen.

   When the war resumed, the Qingshuimen disciples were unwilling to slaughter, and the two sides rushed to one place, swords and swords...

The moment    was swung out disappeared.

   A terrifying scene appeared, and the ice-blue spiritual veins crisscrossed the stone carving formation. They were dormant before, and suddenly burst out for some guidance.

  A strip of blue tentacles like electric light popped out, sweeping away the sword and sword energy. Not only that, everyone who used mana on the scene could not escape.

   In the blink of an eye, ah, without a sound, most of the people in the field were drifting with the wind, and those who ran slowly, or those who didn't do anything like Lu Bei, watched in horror as the mass of ashes rose.

   "Beautiful, the scenery is very beautiful."

Zhao Xiayang clapped his hands and praised, and was rather disappointed that he didn't get caught in Hu San: "Zhao forgot to say that the collapse of the spiritual veins is not a one-time event, and the dragon trap is still in operation, as for the missing spiritual energy... Zhao can only say that the dragon trap Very hungry, very hungry, if you don’t want to be the food for the earth dragon, it’s better not to use your cultivation base mana.”

   All things are born to support people, and people have nothing to repay the sky, how much they took before, how much they can return now.

   "Despicable, I have never seen a shameless person like you!"

   Fox San yelled, took off the Qiankun bag while speaking, and took off his shirt, leaving only a pair of pants on his body.

   When walking in the rivers and lakes, never forget the Yin people. The clothes and Qiankun bags on his body are hidden traps. If you don’t take them off at this time, it will be too late to be passively stimulated to attract spiritual meridian attacks.

  Lu Bei was dumbfounded. A good boy needs to learn to protect himself when he goes out. Even if he is in prison, he cannot be tasted by the witches, witches and fairies. He said he has learned.

   Qingshuimen disciples looked at their head in disbelief. They knew that Zhao Xiayang was hiding it in order to lure the Xuanyin Division into being fooled, but so many loyal brothers and sisters were killed because of Zhao Xiayang's trick to lure the enemy...

   We are all close friends and relatives!

  The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad. The disciples of Qingshuimen are complicated, either disappointed or confused, and they are unspeakably uncomfortable.

   Zhao Xiayang doesn't care at all, he has always had only one task to establish Qingshuimen, waiting for the opportunity to open the dragon trap, subvert the spiritual veins of Dongqi County, and destroy the foundation of the local monks.

   To him, the Qingshuimen disciples are all tools to cover up their identities, and they are no longer valuable. It doesn't matter if they feel sad or happy, and he doesn't care.

   "It starts with you!"

   Zhao Xiayang strode towards Hu San, breathing in a cyclone that turned into sword energy, rushing with blood, propping up his muscles to swell, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with every step he took.

  Purple air hit his face, covering the sky and covering his face, Lu Bei's eyes twitched, taking back what he said before, it was Hu San who was damned.

   He raised his hand and pushed Hu San: "Go on, as you said, taking his dog's life is as easy as the palm of your hand."

   "Goooo!"

  Fox San swallowed his saliva and smiled shyly: "Brother, I'll be honest, I have a younger sister who is graceful in appearance and even better than me. She is currently waiting for her in her boudoir."

  Bah, shameless!

  Lu Bei had a look of disgust on his face, and he directly retreated three meters away from being close to women.

   It is true that because of the collapse of the spiritual veins, the treasure that Mobuxiu left to him may be picked up by outsiders.

   But you must have strength for revenge. You can't use mana in the dragon formation, and you can't even open the Qiankun bag. If you move it, there will be no bones left. Not only the two hole cards of 'Blood Nest' and 'Backtracking' could not be used, but also ordinary attack skills such as 'Dark Tide' that stored gas + critical strike.

  The basic attribute crushing the cultivator of the same realm does not mean that he can suppress the holding alchemy realm who walks the body and cultivates the road. Zhao Xiayang's basic attribute is also not bad, and he has the ability to form a sword. Will he take the lead?

   At this time, not to mention that Hu San has a beautiful sister, but the whole family of daughters is present, all charming and enchanting.

   "Don't panic, brother, this time you are still the assistant."

Hu San Yuqi, voice transmission in ventriloquism: "I dragged the surnamed Zhao, the dragon trapping formation is still running, it will not stop for at least ten years, you took the opportunity to ruin the formation, today is life or death depends on you ."

  Lu Bei snorted heavily and replied loudly, "Dreaming in the daytime, Ding is a person who is greedy for life and fears death. He just wants to live in the world. If you want to break the battle, find someone else!"

   After saying that, he turned around and left, slid into the back stone road.

  Fox San's mouth twitched, and he lowered his head to yell and curse. Seeing Zhao Xiayang approaching with a grin, his face immediately turned ruthless, and he pointed a sword at his heart.

   "Pfft!"

  The fox spewed blood from three mouths, and his whole body burst out, and he didn't know what forbidden technique was used. The blood flowed faster, and his heart rumbled like a drum. I saw his skin reddened, his delicate body swelled to a height of two meters, his pores evaporated with red blood energy, and he was shaped like a ghost in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, with no beauty at all.

   "Chu He, I'm here to hold Zhao Xiayang, go and destroy the array!"

  Fox San shouted, and rushed straight to Zhao Xiayang's face. The red steam dragged the afterimage, and the speed was not much worse than that of Zhao Xiayang who went all out.

   "It's a good one who burns blood and breaks veins, and his morale is commendable. Zhao would like to see how much blood you have enough to burn!" Zhao Xiayang smiled disdainfully, pinched his five fingers into fist marks, and responded to Fox San with a straight punch.

  Boom! !

  The huge air waves raged vertically and horizontally, and the shrill whistling sound resounded in one piece. All the Qingshuimen disciples in the distance opened their mouths and rolled their eyes, like dehydrated fish. After landing, they were punched in the head.

   Chu He gave the order, shook his body to wake up, and immediately led the remaining four Xuanyin Division spies to the direction of the formation.

Around   , the Qingshuimen disciples were sober one after another, some of them had complex expressions and lowered their heads, and they didn't stop or make a sound, and some were still loyal to Zhao Xiayang, so they raised their swords and killed them.

   Let’s talk about Hu San’s side, burning blood and fighting for his life in exchange for a powerful explosive force, for a while, he fought with Zhao Xiayang for half a pound.

   But anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhao Xiayang is at ease, and he has spare energy like a cat playing a mouse. Hu San will burn his blood dry before long, and the defeat is doomed.

  The corner of the wall, Lu Bei probed, squinting at the eyes of the trapped dragon.

   (end of this chapter)