"And what? Then what? What happened later?" Zhuan Qianqian asked hurriedly when she saw Yu Cheng Mo stop talking.

Yu Chengmo spread his hands: "Then I fell to death."

"Smash... I'm dead..." Zhuan Qianqian looked at Yu Cheng Mo in front of her in a daze, feeling that she was regarded as a child again.

"But I heard a voice after I fell to death." Yu Chengmo shrugged: "The voice said he could save me, but the price was that I had to practice the martial arts he gave me, and for the rest of my life, I would fight against the demon cultivator."

"I still remember clearly that the voice taught me halfway through the martial arts, and I found that my cultivation talent was the worst. I was very angry and scolded a lot of swearing, and then said, "We must increase the swallowing function, and add something else." "When talking about that scene, Yu Chengmo still wanted to laugh.

"In the end, I became the master of the Huanshi Hall behind, the cute master of the Huanshi Alliance, the largest organization in the cultivation world, and the famous Taoist in the world!" Yu Chengmo was a little proud and pointed to the huge building made of stone behind: "Okay, my story is over. Finally, this story tells us that it is best not to run away from home if you have conflicts with your parents, because running away from home has a chance of falling to death."

Bu Xianxian looked at Yu Cheng Mo in complexity. Compared with the stories she knew, what Yu Cheng Mo told was not as boring as the most boring part. The arrogant boy who entered Yinghua Sect with complacent pleasure and thought he was the savage son of heaven. Until now, this salted fish boy who was lying in Huanshi Hall pretending to be a ghost and dealing with everything sloppy, the things he experienced behind this change are not something that can be described by one or two setbacks.

"After all the time, it turns out that I was lying to not run away from home and tell a story." Zhuan Qianqian curled her lips and saw through Yu Cheng Mo's plan.

"I'm not lying to you, this is indeed the experience of this guy." Bu Xianxian said to Zhuan Qianqian: "Sister, he and I are in the same village. Since he was carried back after he ran away from home seven years ago, these are the experiences he described as his every time."

"Really?" Zhuan Qianqian blinked her big watery eyes: "Who is the person who teaches Brother Facai's martial arts?"

"About that voice, since I entered Yinghua Gate, people have been asking me and having a meeting to discuss it. Now the unified perception of the ten sects is that the voice may be similar to the Heavenly Dao." Yu Cheng Mo said: "As for the reason why Heavenly Dao does this, it is speculated that because of some restrictions, the Heavenly Dao cannot directly attack the demon cultivator, so he can only create a demon cultivator killer in a curve."

"Demon Cultivation?" Zhuan Qianqian listened blankly: "What is Demon Cultivation?"

Yu Chengmo was stunned. Although he expected that Bu Xianxian's special spiritual energy and family conditions would be affected by his family background, the two people in Huanshi Alliance still did not expect that someone would not understand what a demon cultivator was.

"The demon cultivators are cultivators who practice a special type of martial arts, either human or demon clan." Yu Cheng Mo explained: "The special nature of their martial arts allows them to pollute, assimilate spiritual energy, and enter the realm much faster than ordinary cultivators. However, it must be noted that in addition to natural spiritual energy, they can also absorb the spiritual energy of ordinary cultivators, so they are not tolerated by the entire cultivation world."

"Then why did Tiandao want to make money to target them?" Zhuan Qianqian asked with her head tilted.
Chapter completed!