Master Yeyou said with his fingers, "Master, I dare to swear to Heaven. The reason to suppress him is really because he is not pleasing to the eye. I never thought about taking the holy medicine from him, let alone thinking about it. Kill him. Imagine how old I am and how he cultivates. He is an immortal junior who has always disrespected me. Should I give him a little lesson? "

"In fact, you have snatched all my holy medicine!" Said Bloodscream.

The master of the night tour stared: "Grab? How can one's holy medicine be called rob? I am keeping it for you. Imagine the repair of your three-legged cat. If it wasn't for me to keep it for you, it would have been long since Other monks have taken it! "

"Then give me back now!" Blood Slaughter.

The night tour master said with kind eyes and said: "Children, it is not safe in the source temple. I will leave it to you. How can I rest assured that when I leave here, a lot of them will be returned to you."

Blood toleration is unbearable. This old mallet really fools him as a child, not only living more than 20,000 years than him, but also relying on the old to sell and grow old.

"No, yes, I'll pick it up myself."

The blood slaughtered unexpectedly, and he swooped forward, throwing the Night Tour Master to the ground, and fumbled in his clothes.

"Boy ... where do you touch it? Stop, and if you don't stop, Master will be rude ..."

...

Zhang Ruochen ignored the quarrel behind him, and found the holy medicine collected by the sword emperor and the stone emperor that was taken away by the sea passenger from the huge body of the god.

"Take it, these belong to you." Zhang Ruochen returned to the two.

The Sword Emperor and the Stone Emperor knew that Zhang Ruochen had no shortage of holy medicine. Therefore, he did not treat him politely, but secretly remembered today's affection.

"Oh!"

A silhouette flew over the three.

It was the blood slaughtered by the night tour master like a ball.

Master Yeyou's black robe was scattered, and he got up from the ground, while tying his belt, scolded: "Dare you be so disrespectful to this master, if you are not a master's brother, you must be kicked to death."

Blood Slaughter flew back, I do n’t know if he learned from the Night Tour Master, but he sat facelessly at the bottom of Zhang Ruochen's feet, hugged his thigh, and said, "My brother decides for me."

He originally wanted to kneel, but he couldn't kneel, and it was impossible to kneel as naturally and sincerely as Master Yeyou.

Zhang Ruochen set his sights on the Night Tour Master, and was about to speak.

The night tour master burst into tears, and sat down on the ground in despair. He had already tied half his belt and was torn open again. He said, "How many years, my aging old body has been treated by a junior. Bullying, the last bit of dignity is lost. "

Then he yelled in a crying voice: "Master, I will never return those holy medicine, that is what he should compensate me, he should, he touched it!"

"You are an old product, what's so easy to touch? It's disgusting to say that!"

There was a chill in the blood slaughter, and his own cognitive bottom line was refreshed again. I never imagined that the degree of a shameless grand saint can reach such a level.

Master Yeyou glared resentfully, tears in his eyes, and broke his mouth: "Why didn't you feel sick when you touched it?"

Blood Slaughter was so disgusted that he wanted to chop off his hands that had just touched him. In this case, if it was passed on, this old mallet could not have done anything, but how could he still raise his head in Hell?

Suddenly.

Blood Tu laughed at what he thought.

Night Tour Master's eyes were dark and he felt uncomfortable.

"To tell you the truth, those holy medicines are actually brothers." When he said this, the blood slaughter arch worshiped Zhang Ruochen, and his eyes showed a sneer at Master Yeyou, as if to say, what I can't get, you Don't even think about it.

"Damn, this little cub is so ruthless, and uses the same tactics. Well, in this case, the old man can only be more ruthless than you."

Master Yeyou wiped away the tears in his eyes. He didn't know where to find a storage bag and presented it to Zhang Ruochen, saying, "Master, this bag contains all the thoughts of the disciples. You must accept it."

Blood Slaughter turned wild. The holy medicine in this bag was picked hard. He had intended to find a chance to slip away and hide on an unmanned planet in the universe. He cultivated for hundreds of years and swallowed the holy medicine. After serving, return to the Blood Tribe.

After being robbed by the master of the night tour, he knew that it was difficult to return to his cultivation, so he gritted his teeth, relented, and retreated, and planned to hand over these holy medicines to Zhang Ruochen.

But now, the master of the night tour is even more fierce than him, and dedicated these holy medicines directly to Zhang Ruochen.

In this way, not only did he not have to return to the holy medicine, even the debts owed to Zhang Ruochen must also be repaid.

Xue Tu grabbed Zhang Ruochen's wrist and said, "Brother ... I have picked these holy medicines with great pains and struggled with them, and I even suffered serious injuries."

Zhang Ruochen picked up the storage bag handed by the master of the overnight tour, opened it, and saw that there were a lot of holy medicines in it, and each strain contained the pure power of the source, and its value was inestimable.

It would take hundreds of years for these holy medicine to be obtained by blood slaughter. I am afraid that it can be cultivated to the Supreme, and it must be the top power in the Supreme.

They are all treasures to change lives.

From the inside, Zhang Ruochen took out one of the most inconspicuous Yuanhui holy medicines with three leaves and shoved it into the blood slaughter. He said, "Take it to heal."

Blood Slaughter looked at the storage bag, and said, "Brother, I owe you debt?"

"Not in a hurry, slowly return later." Zhang Ruochen patted his shoulder.

"Oh!"

Blood spit out in the blood butcher's mouth. I don't know if he was really badly injured or was mad.

He didn't hate Zhang Ruochen, but just half-knelt on the ground, staring at the master of the night tour with a smile on his face, secretly vowing, "The enemies of today must be returned ten times in the future."

On the other end, the seven-handed old man took out a simple brass dagger, dug open the heart of the corpse, and carefully dissected the palace-sized divine heart.

The master of the night tour immediately rushed over and said anxiously: "We have said before that the corpse of God belongs to me, and the heart of the corpse naturally belongs to me."

"I know, I know, look at you nervous."

The seven-handed old man jumped into the huge heart of Shen Guangyu, looked for a long time, suddenly, his eyes brightened, and he saw a "big umbrella" growing in the sea of ​​broken hearts.

Zhang Ruochen, standing in the sea, smelled a strong fragrance and looked away.

"Scented, what?"

The master of the night tour became nervous and was about to jump into the heart of God, but he saw the old man with seven hands holding a big umbrella and flew out of it.

The fragrance is even stronger!

"Haha! The Haike was all dead, but the old man just saw that there was a breath of life in his heart. Imagine how strong the dead body of the **** corpse is. The living thing growing from his body must be a magical treasure. Killing the seafarer, I admit that there is a gambling component, but the old man bet it right, this ticket is worth it. "

The other five hands of the seven-handed old man grew unconsciously.

All seven hands were touching the big scented umbrella, and the intoxicated look seemed to be holding a peerless beauty with a naked body.

"You know, what kind of treasure is this?" He asked proudly.

Master Yeyou's eyes all looked straight, and he walked forward, and said, "God Xiangxiang Mushroom, how could it be God Xiangxiang Mushroom?"

The seven-handed old man hurriedly retreated, and distanced him, saying, "We have said long ago that you only need the Holy Source, the Holocaust, and the corpse, and now you regret it!"

Master Yeyou really regrets it. It should have been guessed that there is no absolutely seductive treasure. How can a seven-handed old man dare to take a huge risk and siege the sea passengers?

What's the most important thing for the Night Tour Master and the Seven-Handed Elderly?

Of course, it is a dilemma.

The seven-handed old man had already taken a lot of holy medicine, and it is not too difficult to cultivate his spiritual strength to the 70th level and become a spiritual spirit.

Now, he got the magic mushroom again. Within a hundred years, his mental strength broke through the 70th-level mark.

The seven-handed old man was a little proud of himself, and continued to breathe in the master of the night. He laughed: "The time for Haike to give birth to the sage is still short. It has definitely been born in the heart for hundreds of thousands, even millions of years. "

"My husband guessed that the masters of Haike and Haike did not pick and refine the magic mushrooms, they definitely wanted to continue gestating them, both as a parasitic object and as a shocking member. Representative medicine. Unfortunately, now the husband is cheap. "

"God incense and magic mushrooms are infinitely beneficial to the Supreme Holy, especially to the monks. It is even more precious."

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen gave birth to a sensor, intending to remind the seven-handed old man who was mastering Qi Yeyou.

I saw that this water area had been shrouded in red magic mist.

A silver bell-like laughter rang: "I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected harvest. For me, the magic mushroom is truly supreme."

"Well."

A slender red figure appeared next to the seven-handed old man. The two hit seven consecutive attacks. When the eighth shot, the seven-handed old man couldn't resist it, flew out diagonally, and fell into the sand.

The woman in the red yarn grasped the fragrant "big umbrella", and her beautiful eyes exuded her glory, and she said in wonder: "Sure enough, this is the legendary magic Tao treasure. Thank you, this girl accepted it!"

The master of the night tour was ecstatic. Previously, the magic mushroom was in the hands of the seven-handed old man. He had no reason to forcibly take the robbery. Now, the opportunity is here!

"Well, you are a witch, how dare you take the treasures of my best friends and see how this master can pack you."

The Master Yeyou grabbed the bone-bone staff and pointed to the past. The powerful mental power was about to be released, but he was first rolled out by the red magic mist in the water.

Those magic mists are like a constant yarn and a chain lock, wrapping the night tour master tightly.

The master of the night tour finally changed his face, realizing that the witch was not a ubiquitous generation.

The woman's magical methods and beautiful face made him think of a terrible place.

The first fierce land of the Raksha clan, Luozu Yunshan.

Could she be the descendant of Luo Zuyun Mountain?

The master of the night tour was thunder and lightning, broke through the heavy magic mist, landed on both feet, and said coldly, "I don't know what the girl calls, is it from Luozu Yunshan?"

"I suppose you still have some eyesight. My girl's surname is Gu She."

Gu Shejing put away the magic mushroom, held her hands on her full chest, and stared at the master of the night tour, saying, "Aren't you going to pack me up? Let's do it, although you are weak and ordinary, but It's very backboned, and it's more willing to stand up for a friend, and I will give you a happy moment at this. "

The master of the night tour was bitterly worried, how did he provoke the descendants of Luo Zuyun Mountain?

It can be called the first ferocious land of the Raksha clan, and the witches coming out of it are absolutely fierce existence. Even if they all add up, it is probably not enough for her to kill.

Rakshasa loves cannibalism. I wonder if she will eat a ghost?

It ’s over, today it ’s a big heel ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The master of the night tour only feels that there are some weakness in his legs, but this time it is stable and he did not slide down, because he has already thought of a way to get out.

"Witch, who do you know who is standing next to me? He is the famous Yuanhui genius Zhang Ruochen." The master of the night tour pointed at Zhang Ruochen, so laughed.

From the perspective of the master of the night tour, he was just an old ghost with a long life. This Rakshasa girl had absolutely little interest in him. Exposing Zhang Ruochen's identity is completely different!

The physical body of a Yuanhui class genius, which Raksha girl doesn't want to take a bite?

Moreover, the monks in the **** world know that there are countless treasures on Zhang Ruochen. The descendant of Luo Zuyun's realm has calculated his hand and must be the first to attack Zhang Ruochen.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he can naturally escape.

Thinking of this, the master of the night tour couldn't help admiring his wit secretly, and said with a grin: "Master, I'm sorry, the disciples also want to survive, and can only sacrifice you to feed that Raksha girl."