Chapter 527 Gao Bo's recklessness (seeking a monthly ticket)

  What Gao Bo holds is the imitation of the imitation of the imitation of the fate fishing line...

  The function is to completely condense the fate and past of a monk whose cultivation level does not exceed a certain level on a fragile fishing line.

   Then tie the fishing line around the monk's ankle to seal his past.

  The numerator and mother of the line, if the bus line is destroyed, then the monk who hangs the sub-line will completely lose the past and become a 'homeless' person.

  The real fishing line of fate is magical and miraculous, and it is difficult to describe it in a few words.

  The imitation of the imitation, the imitation of the imitation, does not stop there, and it is not strong, nor thorough.

   Even so, this box of fishing line seems to be enough as a bet.

  The monks in the Barren Cave showed signs of struggle.

   "You can take risks...but Gao Bo, you have to take it." The monk who looked the most honest before, now took out a box of things that looked like date paste.

   "Rejuvenating cream...you have it! Wang Zhan! You still say that you are honest and responsible, and you have nothing to do with it?" Gao Bo took the box of 'jujube paste' and said jokingly.

  Wang Zhanque said sternly: "Mr. Xiuyuan is impeccable in his work. We are responsible for inquiring information, and naturally someone is responsible for monitoring us. Therefore, Gao Bo cannot disappear and must be under certain surveillance."

   "Wu Ye, Sun Qi! You are good at disguising and changing. These few days, you have been studying with Gao Bo, learning his every move, and then copying his behavior, taking turns to replace him in the eyes of those watchers."

"However, I guess... it won't be long before we do this, so in a few days, arrange an accident for Gao Bo, so that he will be accidentally affected by the battle between powerful monsters. If this is the case, we should be able to fight At least three months."

   "As for Gao Bo... you must make good use of these three months to find suitable and favorable news."

   "As long as we succeed, our faults are not wrong. But if we fail... then we are ready to go into exile!"

  Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Zhan, showing strange expressions.

   "You still said that you have no ambitions and no ideas. You have no ideas. You have prepared the rejuvenation cream and made a plan?" Gao Bo once again said to Wang in a similar tone.

  Wang Zhan continued to make more detailed arrangements and instructions, and everyone else also spoke one after another to check for omissions and make up for vacancies.

  The other side of being cautious is that once these people decide to be bold, they will not be easily discovered and leak flaws.

  Sometimes, some plans are endless.

   Man is not as good as God.

  The Great Elder guessed a certain possibility, but ignored the changes brought about by the influence of the Huzhong Realm.

  Xiu Yuan is aloof, forgetting that those seemingly ordinary, cowardly, and timid people also have the courage to fight desperately in order to change their destiny.

   In the river of fate.

  As long as you are in it, who really has an advantage over whom?

  A few days later, at the entrance of the mountain of corpses, a round-faced child in a bun was blocking the main entrance.

  The child has a long sword that is longer than others on his right waist, and a large bag on his left waist.

  There is still blood on the sword.

   And the pockets are oozing blood.

   "I want to be a teacher! This is the teacher's ceremony! I heard that the strongest of your ten demon sects is the suzerain Ke Xiaoliang, I want to worship him as a teacher...you find him to see me!"

  The round-faced child raised his head, looked at the disciples guarding the gate with his nostrils, and then said domineeringly.

  The disciples of the Ten Demon Sect guarding the mountain gate are... relatively good-natured in the Ten Demon Sect.

  So it was only for a moment, using more than a dozen poison, Gu and curse techniques on the child. Seeing that the child did not respond, he quietly sent a message back to the mountain.

"Hey! I said you kid, you are not a little kid. You want to worship under the sect master Ke... Are you qualified?" The disciple guarding the mountain gate did not explain the fact that Ke Xiaoliang was "dead". , just guessing, whether this child is a strange flower that emerged from a certain corner of the mountain, and the information he has has been outdated for a long time.

   "Eligibility?"

   "Are you asking if I am qualified?"

   "If I am not qualified, are you waste materials qualified?"

   "Hurry up and let Ke Xiaoliang come to see me, otherwise... who do you think is happy to stay in your crappy place?" The child continued to say in an annoying and domineering tone.

  A disciple guarding the mountain gate was about to do it directly, but was stopped by his brother who was with him and shook his head.

  The kid smiled... he was mean, and he looked very suitable for the Ten Demon Sect.

   "What? Don't tell me if it's broken!"

   "Look at these few mountains of yours. The mountains stand tall but all of them are isolated. If you don't form a formation, you fail!"

   "Although the aura is abundant, it is allowed to come and go. The formation is in a mess, and the utilization rate is extremely low! Failed!"

   "The defense formation is broken, unresponsive, full of loopholes, failure!"

"The worst thing is that your mountain gate itself is like a big tomb. It's majestic, but it's so fierce. Everyone knows that the people inside are not good people! Which good family would dare to marry a girl into you Zongmen? It’s not like the people inside are all bachelors! It’s a failure among failures!”

   "If I were your patriarch, I should jump out of the coffin angrily. If I were your head, I should also hit my head to death, so as not to embarrass myself."

   "What are you looking at? Believe it or not, young master, I will buckle off your eyeballs and use it as a tramp!"

"Aha! Are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, you hit me? You don't even have the courage to hit a child, and you want to wink at a child full of anger, but dare not speak out. When you become a monk of the Demon Sect, you are so useless. I'm ashamed for you. If I were you, now eighteen generations of ancestors have dug up and flogged their corpses, do you still want to see them?"

  The child's words insulted all the disciples guarding the gate like random arrows, so he smacked his mouth.

   Then he opened the pocket.

   Suddenly, several heads fell out of the pocket.

   are all monk heads of Zhenwuzong.

  This can be seen from some hair ornaments and engraved runes on the face.

  This kid has a stinky mouth, but he came to apprentice with a gift.

   All the disciples guarding the mountain gate showed gloomy faces and exchanged glances with each other.

  One of them pretended to be kind, and then said: "This place is indeed a bit lacking in scenery. If you want to, little brother... you may as well wait with me and enter the mountain gate first, and then I will report to the elders in the gate."

   "What? You want to lure me in, young master, and then close the door and let the dogs go?"

   "Are your teeth sharp enough? It's like biting me to death?"

   is a gesture of wanting to make things big.

  Ten Demon Sect, as a shit-stirring stick in the practice world, has encountered many strange things in recent years.

  However, a child came to the mountain gate with a sack of human heads to learn from his teacher...and he spoke rudely.

   Such strange things are rare.

  The reason why these ruthless disciples of the Demon Sect didn't do anything directly was that they were worried that there was someone behind the child who was directing them remotely, and this child...was from an extraordinary background, so he had some special background.

   There is one more chapter, wait a minute!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)