Wu Qi laughed.

Hou Mo and Chen Wei's thinking changes so quickly.

If you find that you can't solve the other party, then you will recognize the other party's strength and even try to turn the other party into your own support.

In most cases, there are no eternal enemies and no eternal friends, which also applies to the world of practice.

"I am practicing in Wudang. I like it very much. Thank you for your love."

Wu Qi politely declined.

Hou Mo Chen Wei was not surprised. He glanced at Trefohai next to him. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak.

"I sincerely invite you to the seniors, so why not consider the Wudang Five Dragon Palace."

Wu Qi also lobbyed: "Although Jiuyou Mountain is also an ancient sect, it is quite inconvenient to walk the world of safari until now because of its many historical origins."

"I am usually introverted and low-key in Wudang, but I am also brave and brave. The internal fighting has long been a daily practice. I have always welcomed the monks who have amazing cultivation and principles like my predecessors."

Hou Mochen Wei and Wu Qi looked at each other and laughed loudly.

The old man raised his finger: "You guy is so damn dare to say it."

Wu Qi bowed: "Dare to speak and do, it is also one of the few strengths of the younger generation. It is difficult to change the past, so it is better to look at the future."

"Well said." The old man nodded: "You have such courage and insight at a young age, and it is indeed no accident that you win me."

The two of them only spoke a few words, but they had reached a subtle tacit understanding.

Both sides knew that the previous battle ended here.

Wu Qi didn't think about taking advantage of the victory and trying to kill him and stop just right.

Hou Mo Chen Wei also had a much higher evaluation of him.

Among young monks, there are some who are good at fighting and those who are good at judging the situation. However, there are very few who are both good at judging the situation and dare to make decisions.

With a move from the old man, the originally boundless sea of ​​Qi turned into a table of Eight Immortals and a few stone chairs, and his face was serious: "Please."

Wu Qi sat down happily, Li Mi and Chongyang guards were on the side.

He said: "Senior brother, please sit down."

Trevor Hai was also sitting carefully next to him.

Hou Mo Chenwei was straightforward: "Boy, you want to find Shen Ju, I won't stop you, but I want to invite Shen Ju, and you won't stop you, how about it?"

Wu Qi nodded: "That's natural."

"But I have a reluctant request."

"explain."

Wu Qi looked serious: "Shen Ju, was he really hunted down by monks from Maoshan and Longhushan in the secret realm of the South China Sea?"

"good."

Hou Mo Chenwei also said solemnly: "This matter was watched by a monk from Jiuyou Mountain by the sidelines. It is not to be hiding it. After Shen Ju got the "Dragon Claw", the monk from Jiuyou Mountain was not without ideas. However, he would not do anything casually before he had the chance."

"He saved everything he saw inside with special magic tools, I've seen it."

The old man had a dark and cold stone in his hand, as big as a peacock.

"This is the "Yin Sa Stone" of Jiuyou Mountain magic weapon. It is empty inside, and the things you see are copied with the Xuanyin energy, which can be retained for ten years. You can draw the qi into the stone and see if you see it. If you don't believe it, I have also collected Li Yuanxiu's corpse, but I will show you that I was going to use this corpse to refine the corpse puppet. After the evil man dies, the corpse puppet will be more ferocious."

Wu Qi took the stone and felt cold and smooth: "It's really a practical magic weapon. It seems that Jiuyou Mountain has a comprehensive exploration plan for the secret realm of the South China Sea."

Hou Mo Chen and Wei Aoran said: "If you don't mention anything else, in terms of the diverse development and bold research of new magic tools, Jiuyou Mountain is far superior to the current Five Dao and Seven Temples, which is undoubtedly."

Trefohai finally spoke at this time: "Junior brother, why not let me take a look."

He looked at Wu Qi.

Of course Wu Qi understood that Trevor Hai was worried that there was a fraud. He tried it and avoided himself from falling into the trap.

"No, believers will not doubt it."

Wu Qi smiled and said, "To be honest, although Senior Hou Mochen is happy and angry, he doesn't bother to do such things."

"You boy knows the right way." Hou Mo Chenwei glanced at Cui Fohai: "You senior brother, you are stupid in the sect and are isolated from the outside world for too long. In your eyes, the five paths and seven temples are just to practice the way for heaven, and the demon cultivator is unforgivable... Go out and see more if you have nothing to do, don't live in your own world."

Trevor Hai was speechless.

Wu Qi lured the air into the stone, and a picture suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

...

A monk was blocked by four people on a mudflat.

The monk was besieged by the monk about thirties, with a ponytail tied with long hair and a hair on his forehead soaked with sweat. He looked extremely tired and kept gasping.

He looked at the people around him with angrily eyes, holding a red sword in his hand, covered in scars and blood.

Wu Qi judged it from his appearance characteristics and this is Shen Ju.

"Super the dragon claw."

One monk said, "That's not what you should take."

Chen Ju vomited a mouthful of blood: "When facing the ghost, I didn't see you dare to fight and kill like this. Instead, he used ruthless moves to be fatal to the same monks. Five Dao and Seven Temples are really well-deserved."

Several monks didn't care.

The leading monk was wearing a robe embroidered with sun, moon and stars, holding a iron Ruyi in his hand. He sighed: "Junior Brother Chen, why are you doing this? Some things are destined not to be taken away by you. If you put down the dragon claws, then everyone will think that nothing has happened and will be friends after going out."

"What if I don't give it?"

"That's a pity."

The monk's eyes became cold: "The secret realm of the South China Sea will always die."

"I was willing to give what I got from Chen Ju desperately. I was willing to give it. I was happy. If I don't give it, no one can rob it. Do you want to get it? It's not qualified."

Chen Ju waved the Shuriken and laughed: "You guys, you used to call me brothers, but when there were treasures, they turned into monsters, which was really disgusting. No wonder Master looked down on him every time he talked about the Five Dao and Seven Temples."

"Of course we dare not argue about what the Sword Saint said."

Zhang Chen slowly grabbed a handful of talismans: "But you should pay attention when you speak."

"If you want to evaluate the Five Dao and Seven Temples, you are not qualified."

The talismans in his hand sprinkled out, and golden light flashed, turning into golden armored warriors and rushed towards the sinking horse.

Zhang Chen raised the iron ruyi in his hand and chanted the curse: "When the God King is angry, the five mountains will be destroyed. Conquer the demons and lose the ghost soldiers!"

Other monks also cast spells.

A monk threw a method seal and turned into a mountain and smashed it down.

Another cultivator squirted out white air, tangling towards the sinking horse like a spirit snake.

The last monk turned into an iron-backed demon, roared in his mouth, and rushed forward with huge waves.

Shen Ju, who was in desperate situation, sacrificed his magic weapon, and the red sword hangs in the sky.

"Sword · Shiva dance elephant!"

He spewed out a mouthful of essence and blood, and was sucked in by the red sword. In an instant, the sword softened into a winding blood strip, wrapping the sinking horse. A heavy trampling sound sounded in the air, as if a giant beast was pedaling on the thunder and running wildly.

The screen ends here.

When he showed a clear appearance again, Shen Ju was running away again.

He was even weaker at this time, carrying a magic sword "Zhuoxiang", sitting in the mud, and stuffing elixirs into his mouth.

At this time, the monk Jiuyou Mountain who had been hiding finally spoke: "Give me the "Dragon Claw" and I'll help you."

It's a woman's voice.

"Need not."

Chen Ju's face was pale, but his eyes were sensual: "Your Excellency has chased me all the way and wants to do it, welcome you at any time."

The woman chuckled: "I originally wanted to find a chance to try it out, but now it seems that I'd better forget it. I don't want to mess with the sword cultivator who is desperate."

"I'll change the conditions."

The female cultivator said again: "Join Jiuyou Mountain, I will help you, how about it? You can still continue to practice under the sword saint Mr. Pei, and Jiuyou Mountain will not interfere."

"I only have one master and one sect."

Chen Ju's voice was tired, but determined.

"You have consumed at least 50% of your essence and blood in your body. If you continue like this, it will be difficult for a year even if you go out. Entering Jiuyou Mountain, you can become a ghost cultivator. Pei Jiansheng is good at swordsmanship, but he has a lot of experience in continuing his life to become a cultivator." The female cultivator reminded.

“No need.”

Chen Ju swallowed the elixir in his hand: "A path of cultivation will lead to impermanence in life and death."

"pity."

The picture disappeared without a trace at this point.

...
To be continued...