MTL - The Green Gourd Sword Fairy-Chapter 63 Blush demon

　　 at the foot of Pingfeng Mountain.

　　 At this moment, there are seven teams winding from all directions, finally converging on the mountain road. Most of these teams are led by the leader, holding a rattle, shaking from time to time.

　　 Excluding the person who led the team, most of the remaining people in the team looked dull, with blank eyes, and followed the person who led the team like walking corpses.

　　 But there are exceptions. One of the seven teams is led by two people. One of them is a man in white with a sharp-mouthed monkey gill. His right arm was broken from the elbow. At the moment, he was wrapped in a white cloth.

　　 He casually talked to another middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who led the team beside him, a pair of thief eyes were still looking around, and he looked cautious and vigilant.

　　 "Junior brother, I didn't say you, you are too much like a bow and a snake, did you scare your guts under the first battle?" The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi next to the man in white was speaking.

　　 "Senior brother, you were not there at the time. The man's sword spirit was incredible. If it weren't for my master, my mastery of Taoism, how can I live at this moment?" The white-clothed man rolled his eyes and replied.

"Hehe, I think it's clear that you are not good at learning. This time, someone copied the old man. If you lost half of your arm, you are small, and you lost the more than 20 celebrities. I don't think the red-faced ghost will take you lightly. ."

　　 The white-clothed man heard him say "the scarlet ghost" and couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly whispered in his ear.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi nodded his head and said: "If you know you, I have arrested more than a dozen people anyway. Since you and me have these benefits, I will give you ten people later. It’s also considered a job offer. But these things you promised, you can’t break your promise."

　　 The man in white immediately patted his chest and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, Cheng San has always made a promise!"

"Yeah." The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi took advantage of the fire and robbed him. In a good mood, he patted his shoulder and laughed: "Junior Brother Cheng, you are actually good at everything, but you are too courageous. Here we are the eight brothers of the Ghoul Sect. So, it's okay for the person who hurt you to come, if she comes to keep it, she will have to come and go!"

　　 Cheng Sanyi smiled flatteringly: "Senior brother has amazing supernatural powers, and he doesn't need eight people to join hands when he comes. The senior brother can be leveled with a single sword, so that she can know the methods of our ghoul sect!"

　　 "You are a flatterer too!" The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi laughed and cursed, but there was a smug smile on his face, which was obviously very useful to this flattery.

　　 Just in the middle of his two conversations, the seven teams have already joined together, a total of more than one hundred people, vast and mighty, starting to climb along the Pingfeng Mountain trail.

　　 And not far from them, on a steep rock in Pingfeng Mountain, a man and a woman are lying prone at this moment.

　　 The man wears a sackcloth gray coat, while the woman wears a coarse cloth peasant coat with a few embroidered garments attached to it.

The two of them are naturally Liang Yan and Li Xiran who rushed in. Li Xiran deliberately changed their outfits. They were no longer in the black clothes before, but dressed as a village girl, but their faces were charming and cute, but they covered up what they were wearing. It's impossible.

"These people who lead the team are only the cultivation base of the second to the third level of Qi training. They have not even crossed the first threshold of the Qi training period. It seems not to be afraid. It is just the'red face' they mentioned. "Ghost" but I don't know what the cultivation base is..."

　　 Liang Yan lay on the boulder carefully observing the intelligence of the enemy below, still thinking about the details and countermeasures of the upcoming action, and suddenly heard a heavy breathing next to him.

　　 He glanced away, and saw Li Xiran staring at the people below, his eyes cracking, almost breathing fire.

　　 Liang Yan secretly said "No!". Sure enough, seeing Li Xiran reaching out, he was about to draw a knife from the storage bag.

　　 "Don't! Heroine! Let's bear it, these people are not in danger for the time being." Liang Yan hurriedly pressed her hand.

　　 Li Xiran turned his head and glared at Liang Yan and said: "Why are you stopping me, and when I get down, I will kill one person and kill these villains!"

Liang Yan sighed and said: "Save the people to the end. These people have not been here for more than half an hour from Bingfeng City, and there is no danger for the time being. When we quietly follow and find their lair, we will rescue the people inside together. It's not too late!"

　　 Half of Li Xiran's knife handle has been taken out of the storage bag. After listening to Liang Yan's words, he finally suppressed his anger by force, but his chest rose and fell sharply, apparently trying to endure it.

　　 Just as they were talking, the team on the mountain path had passed directly below them, and only a dozen people were left hanging from their tails. Liang Yanchong and Li Xiran winked, and the two simultaneously turned over and jumped off the boulder, and landed lightly at the end of the team without making any sound.

　　 As soon as the two entered the team, their eyes went dark and their faces became dull. They looked like the others in the team at first glance.

　　 The leader of the last team was a short, fat young man, dressed in black and wearing a black hat. He seemed to feel something, and looked back in confusion, but he didn't see the slightest strangeness, so he shook his head and continued to lead the way.

　　 Liang Yan and Li Xiran mixed behind the crowd like this, and followed the large group towards Pingfeng Mountain.

　　 About half an hour later, the team suddenly stopped in the middle of the mountain. The leader turned around, and no longer followed the mountain road, but walked towards the woods on the side. The monks in the back also shook their rattles, changed the direction of everyone, and walked towards the forest.

　　 Everyone walked in the forest for a while, and the ground in front of them suddenly widened, revealing a large vacant lot.

　　 There are eight huge iron pillars burning red in the open space, standing in eight directions: east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast. A huge brazier was placed on each of the iron pillars, and the flames inside were blazing. I don't know what it was burning, giving off a foul smell.

　　 Eight iron pillars form a circle, and a futon is placed on the open space in the middle of the circle, and a man in red is sleeping on the futon.

　　 This big man was born with a vision, his face was red as a jujube, his arms had knotted muscles, and his height was more than nine feet, almost twice that of ordinary people. At this moment, he was sleeping with a wine jar as big as a water tank, like a huge mountain of meat.

　　 "Practice Qi 8 levels!"

　　 Liang Yan was shocked, but he didn't expect that this scarlet ghost was not comparable to the wine and rice bags under his hands.

　　 You need to know that there are three hurdles for Qi practicing monks, and each of them is not easy to pass. This second hurdle is the 7th and 8th layers of Qi training. Once a monk breaks through, his whole body's spiritual power will become extremely pure, and the magic power will increase exponentially. It is not as simple as a small realm gap.

　　 Ordinary monks cannot drive objects and fly until they reach the 8th level of Qi training, because of the lack of purity of spiritual power in the body. Of course, Zhuo Bufan of Yixing Pavilion is an exception because of his sword repair status.

　　 Just when Liang Yan was secretly thinking about it, the eight monks who led the team waved the rattle, and everyone stopped in place. Then the eight people bowed down to the ground at the same time, and respectfully said to the red-faced man in the middle: "Sir, the red-faced ghost, all the people you want have been brought."

　　 After the eight people finished speaking, the red-faced man in the middle didn't seem to hear him, and he was still asleep on the futon. But everyone did not dare to neglect the slightest ~www.novelbuddy.com~ has been maintaining a prone posture, and dare not move.

　　 After a while, the red-faced man suddenly slapped his nose, opened his eyes leisurely, raised the large wine jar in his arms, and poured it into his mouth.

　　 "There is no wine again!" said the red-faced ghost and threw the wine jar on everyone's heads.

　　 "Pop!" One of the hapless guys was smashed to the ground, but he was still crawling on the ground, and he didn't dare to say a word.

　　 Another monk hurried forward a few steps, and said in a panic: "My lord calms down, when the matter is over, we must go down the mountain and buy enough wine for the adults. Please bear with me for a while!"

　　 "Haha, you are still sensible, and you will respect your master!" The scarlet ghost laughed.

　　 He rubbed his half-lifted eyelids, stood up from the futon, swept the crowd behind him, and frowned suddenly: "Why are there fewer people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng San immediately climbed out of the crowd and said with a trembling tone in his tone: "My lord, calm down. I met a terrible opponent at the foot of the mountain and forcibly rescued a group of people, but his subordinates have already taken care of him. It should be barely enough to fill up ten people elsewhere."

　　 "Just barely enough?"

　　 The scarlet ghost raised his eyebrows first, then nodded and said, "Well, you are right."

　　 Cheng San was overjoyed, raised his head and wanted to say something. However, he was horrified to find that the scarlet ghost had already stood in front of him, looking at him gloomily.

　　 Before he could speak, the scarlet ghost pierced his dantian with one hand, stretched out his hand to twist his neck, and twisted his head.

　　 Then he raised his hands and threw Cheng San's body into a brazier. The flames in the brazier immediately rose, and the heart of the fire glowed with a faint blue light.

　　 "It's really enough!" The scarlet ghost smiled: "Count your own words."