Wang Tiezhu glanced at him gently. The tent was quiet and Wushan still looked silly and happy. He slowly closed his eyes. At this time, it was better to do less than to do more.
As soon as Wang Tiezhu closed his eyes, before his consciousness entered the spiritual sea, he detected a very hot energy in his body.
When his spiritual consciousness penetrated his body, he felt a dazzling light flashing through his body. In front of him was a slowly flowing golden stream. The golden stream was blended with the black gold essence fire, just like the gorgeous colors before the setting sun sinks into the sea.
I don't know if it's because the golden power has broken through the confinement of the cave sea, but the originally stagnant spiritual veins in the body seem to have loosened slightly, and there are vague signs of the ice thawing.
Wang Tiezhu tried to use his spiritual power, and there was a slight vibration in his spiritual veins, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to the stagnant state again.
Still not working!
Wang Tiezhu was slightly frustrated, and withdrew his consciousness from his body. His ears suddenly caught a wheezing sound. He was slightly startled. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw sweat on Wushan's face, steam on his head, and a pair of staring eyes.
His big eyes seemed like he wanted to see right through him.
"You kid, don't look at me like that." Wang Tiezhu waved away Wushan's approaching head in disgust and hid his other hand in his sleeve.
Wushan's head was waved to the side, but he was not angry. He came closer to Wang Tiezhu, looked him up and down and said: "Junior Brother Qingyang, there are supernatural fluctuations on your face. It's so scary. You don't know how ferocious you looked just now.
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He had just woken up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw strange golden-red flame-like lines appearing on Wang Tiezhu's face.
If he hadn't seen Wang Tiezhu's supernatural powers fluctuate during his practice before, he would have been shocked by Wang Tiezhu's terrifying expression.
Wang Tiezhu touched his face in confusion, and the thin mask disappeared.
His rough face was slightly warm. The cold wind in the mountains was like a knife, and a layer of his face was almost scratched off. Especially when the Kirin Snake Beast died here, it caused the five elements of the mountain and forest to move abnormally.
If it weren't for the golden supernatural protection, his body might have been shattered by the chaotic and fluctuating energy in the mountains when he came back.
There were only two people in the tent, Wang Tiezhu and Wushan.
Wushan's eyes widened and he looked at Wang Tiezhu with worry, but what was waiting for him was Wang Tiezhu who looked calm and said: "Brother Wushan, don't you feel any discomfort in your body?"
Kiriyama was stunned for a second, then stretched out his hand to touch his face, scratched his head, closed his eyes and used his spiritual consciousness to sense the inside of his body, and then reincarnated in the sea of acupoints, and found that there was nothing strange.
So he raised his head again and looked at Wang Tiezhu depressedly.
At this time.
Wang Tiezhu stretched out a finger, put it against Wushan's forehead, and used his finger as a sword to poke Wushan's eyes.
Wushan instinctively wanted to avoid it, but for some reason, he suddenly felt abnormal fluctuations in the power in the cave sea, and then a barrier covered him out of thin air.
He was shocked, and before he could react, Mo Lian uncontrollably transformed into a giant piranha flower, and flew towards Wang Tiezhu's door with a fierce look.
See the situation.
Wang Tiezhu immediately followed the instructions and raised his hand to cut a hole in the barrier.
Seeing that the piranha transformed by ink opened its mouth and was about to bite Wang Tiezhu's neck, it suddenly turned into a ball of ink mist and was taken back by Wushan. "Junior Brother Qingyang, I didn't mean to attack you."
Wang Tiezhu sat upright on the bed, not making the slightest move from beginning to end. Even his expression remained calm and magnanimous as usual, showing no fear of the sudden incident and the piranha that almost pounced on him and bit his neck off.
On the contrary, Wushan felt uncontrollable guilt and fear.
"Senior Brother Wushan, doesn't your face hurt?"
Wang Tiezhu's gaze fell lightly on Wushan's face, his expression a little strange.
Kiriyama didn't react for a moment, what happened to his face?
Subconsciously I touched my face.
It was okay not to touch it, but when he touched it, he found that his face was burning with pain, as if countless knives had cut his face. The pain was not fatal, but it was enough for him to drink a pot.
However, Kiriyama's first reaction was not that his face was cut by something, but that he rushed out of the tent screaming.
From a distance, Wang Tiezhu could hear Wushan roaring at the top of his lungs: "Ahhhh, I'm disfigured."
The last thing a cultivator cares about is a mere skin. It seems that Senior Brother Wushan has not seen through the false skin, which is the most useless thing in the world.
Wang Tiezhu stood up and walked outside. The hunting masters who had been encircling and suppressing the hunter should have returned. If his estimate was correct, the appearance of these people when they came back would not look good.
"Hua Ying, I may need you to do me a favor later."
Wang Tiezhu lowered his head and pretended to adjust his sleeves, and glanced around with his peripheral vision.
There were people walking together towards the northwest one after another around him. He was wondering where these people were going. Just in case, he would need Huaying's assistance next.
The bracelet that turned into a flower shadow rubbed against his skin on his wrist and slowly turned in a circle. Wang Tiezhu knew that he had just lost his best friend and was in a bad mood. He sighed softly and pushed down his sleeves.
Fellow disciples passed by Wang Tiezhu one after another. A familiar hunting master pushed Wang Tiezhu's shoulder with a hint of impatience in his tone, "Wang Qingyang, what are you doing standing here? Senior brother summoned his fellow disciples to go to the open space in the northwest.
, why don’t you hurry up?”
Hearing the sound, Wang Tiezhu turned his head to face an unfamiliar but delicate face.
The other party was probably summoned in a hurry. The wiping on his forehead was tied a little crookedly, and he didn't bother to straighten it. After talking to Wang Tiezhu, he walked towards the open space in the northwest to wield his sword.
Under the full moon, the silver light shines brightly.
The hunting masters of Mo Linmai each drove their weapons to the northwest.
Wang Tiezhu lowered his head and glanced at his feet, thinking that his current character was that of a rookie with special abilities. If he ran across on his legs, how long would it take him according to the level of a rookie?
"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many times."
A white light flew in front of Wang Tiezhu's eyes. He knew that it was the flying speed of a Class B Chaos-level hunter master's weapon. It was a cultivation level that made it difficult to distinguish the human form with the naked eye.
Looking up at the bright moon, a little further away, the hunting masters of Fengzhang and Shenyao, each showing their magical powers, headed northwest.
In situ.
Wang Tiezhu was still thinking about how to rush over. After all, Sanmai's station was too huge, occupying almost half of the mountain foot to the official road.
The northwest is the direction to go to the official road. If he is mixed in with a group of strange faces, he may not be able to hide it.
At this time, I suddenly heard a familiar voice again.
"Why are you still here!"
"Hey, senior brother is back again?"
Wang Tiezhu withdrew his gaze from the night sky. When he turned his head, he saw the senior brother who had urged him just now. He had a dark lotus flower under his feet, hanging one foot above his head and looking down at him.