"Uh...thank you, uncle. Is it just one? You can just keep it for yourself."

Ren Yi is not in the mood to eat right now, he is extremely irritable.

"I've eaten it, old man. This thing is only effective for ordinary people and low-level monks!"

"You came at the right time. Today happens to be the day when the melons are ripe and fall off their stems. I picked them earlier and later, but eating them has no effect."

When Ren Yi heard this, he no longer refused, took the red fruit and took a bite, chewing it, and asked,

"There is also this kind of attention. What is its name? What is its function?"

"It's called Red Cliff Fruit. You'll find out its specific function in a moment!"

Mao pretended to be very obscene and didn't tell him directly. Ren Yi raised his eyebrows and didn't say much, just ate and it was done.

"Hmm~~ It tastes good and sweet!"

If he could ignore the hand that was causing trouble on him, he would be even more intoxicated.

After eating and wiping his mouth, he was about to say he was on his way, but he was startled by a burst of violent grunting, "Wait, I...I, I can't hold it in anymore."

With a wrinkled face and bent waist, he quickly rushed behind the boulder on the post and started to release "Puff, Puff, Puff".

Even from a few feet away, the huge stench that soared into the sky made people extremely uncomfortable. Mao seemed to have experience, and he had set up a spiritual shield for himself in advance to isolate the smell.

Lan Ling's eyesight was not bad either. Although she had never seen this red wall fruit and didn't know its function, but after seeing what Mao Xian did, she did not lag behind others and quickly gave herself a spiritual shield.

After a while, Ren Yi walked out weakly, his whole body was weak, but his energy was much better than before.

"Uncle, just do it. How many times have you tricked me along the way?"

Ouch~~~ He really wanted to bite someone. Ren Yi’s face was filled with anger.

"Uh~~~ It doesn't count! I'm doing this for your own good." Mao didn't look at him and continued to talk nonsense, "Look, you are as light as a swallow and about to fly."

Feel?"

"Don't tell me, it's true, I feel like I can jump very far."

After Ren Yi regained his strength, he jumped eagerly. Sure enough, normally, he could jump no more than one person high, but now, he could easily jump more than half a height.

"ah!!!!"

"ah!!!!"

Ren Yi and Mao seemed to shout at the same time.

Lan Ling stroked his forehead and asked Ren Yi with a headache, "What the hell is your name? It's such a small distance, what's so great about it."

She can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, but she has never screamed like this.

"I...I just realized that the thing that was pinching me actually stopped. I don't feel any pain anymore, hahaha..."

Ren Yiwan had laughed enough and asked Mao Xian, "Uncle, what are you calling for again?"

Mao looked so angry. He didn't know what he was angry about.

"It's very evil here, I...I seem to be pinched! Ouch...hiss..."

While he was talking, Mao seemed to be pinched one after another. Even through the spiritual shield, he could not escape from the poisonous hands.

Now he has finally experienced any kind of pain. It really hurts. You know, he is a master of the spirit transformation level. This body has long been tempered to be as hard as iron, and not just anyone can pinch it.

The other person pinched him as if he were an ordinary person. It was really incredible.

He was very annoyed, but Ren Yi clapped his hands and laughed, "Hahaha~~~ You have finally experienced my pain. How about it? Isn't this unpleasant?"

"It's so damn uncomfortable. He came here for you, why did he come to my place again? It's all your fault, you brat."

Mao seemed to be furious and running away, not forgetting to put all the blame on Ren.

"Tch! It's you who keeps leading me to this place, and it's not my will."

"This thing has got stuck on you, just do it on your own!"

Anyway, if he is not capable, there is nothing he can do with this thing.

"Ouch~~~"

After tossing around with a stick of incense and trying countless methods, Mao finally seemed to give up. He had to accept his fate and let the unlucky thing pinch him all over.

No matter how difficult it is, the road ahead is long and we must keep moving forward.

Along the way, Mao looked like a hairy monkey, twisting his body from time to time and making various weird poses, which was indescribably funny.

"Ouch! Hahaha... there is an old monkey here, it's really strange!"

A sarcastic voice came from behind a huge stone, but it was one of the disciples of the Hailing Sect.

Fan Yicai and three others were passing by and happened to see this scene.

"Ha... I didn't expect that there were outsiders in these ruins." Fan Yicai pointed at Ren Yi with a wooden stick in his hand, "Tell me, how did you get in?"

It was agreed that only one person with a purple gold token could enter and leave the God King's ruins. Including those who came in with him before, there were eleven people.

If there were so many tokens, but they were forced to fight tooth and nail to fight for them, it made him feel like he was being played, and he felt very unhappy. There was a sense of oppression in his tone that only a superior person could have.

Any stick that felt the other's was like a mountain weighing him down and suffocating him.

"Huh!" Mao snorted coldly, breaking the opponent's pressure, pulling Ren Yi behind him, and asked: "We are natives here, how do you treat us?"

"It's not that great, just destroy it."

Fan Yicai spoke in an understatement, as if they were discussing killing a chicken rather than a person.

Mao looked gloomy and said, "Young man, I advise you to be kind and don't be too arrogant. Otherwise, sooner or later, you will capsize in the gutter."

"Haha...Old man, you are like a monkey, and you still want to persuade people to save your saliva and just die!"

Fan Yicai showed his murderous intent, and the wooden stick in his hand quickly spun, and he stabbed Mao Xian.

Mao smiled and said, "Well done, give me a punch."

He became so powerful that he no longer concealed his spiritual cultivation level.

"It turns out that he is also an old and immortal monk. He underestimated you!"

Fan Yicai narrowed his eyes and increased the intensity of the attack with the wooden stick in his hand.

It is said to be a wooden stick, and its length is very ordinary, but it is actually a kind of natural spiritual species - iron bamboo. It is made from this and other materials, and is refined by a master-level craftsman.

Mao Zhan's weapon was a flying sword, one of which was torn off during a fight with a giant beast. This was his only offensive weapon at the bottom of the box.

The sword and the stick intersected together, making a sharp "clang" and sending out strong sparks. When they fell on the wasteland, they quickly ignited the dead grass above.

It only took a few breaths to breathe. Looking around, the sky-high fire had swept across the entire wasteland, dyeing half of the sky red.

Faced with such a human fire, Ren Yi had no choice but to hide on the hill. There were many rocks on it. No matter how powerful this prairie fire was, it could not bake him on the rocks.
Chapter completed!