The wild lamb was roasted. Although it lacked oil and salt, it didn't taste very good. Su Zimu was already very hungry, so he picked up a lamb leg and chewed it. It looked very ugly.
Wan Xiong was not much better. Although he was not as exaggerated as Su Zimu, he had not eaten for several days.
Su Zimu asked while eating: "Brother Wan, I want to learn some boxing and kicking skills, but I don't know where to go?"
Wan Xiong shook his head: "I don't know about this, brother. After all, there are too few physical exercises. I haven't heard of any sect that specializes in teaching the fists and kicks of physical exercises."
"What about spells? Sword control or something?"
"This is simple. There are various sects, and there are many sects spread among casual cultivators. It's just that the good ones and the bad ones are mixed... I have little knowledge, so I really don't know what to do."
Hearing this, Su Zimu sighed and stopped asking questions.
More than half of a wild sheep fell into Su Zimu's belly, but he still felt that he was only seven-thirds full.
After getting water to put out the bonfire, Su Zimu said, "The caravan has dispersed. I wonder what Brother Wan's plans are?"
Wan Xiong sighed: "What other plans can I have? I definitely can't stay in the Mo family's place. I plan to go far away and find another owner."
Su Zimu couldn't help but said: "Brother Wan, haven't you ever thought about changing your life?"
"Change? How?" Wan Xiong shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Low-level qi training is everywhere. If you don't succeed at it, you can't do it at a low level. If you have the chance, you can go up to the next level. If not... just live."
In the eyes of ordinary people, monks are superior, but only when you truly become a monk do you realize that casual cultivators without hope are worse than ordinary people who live and work in peace and contentment.
At this point, the two of them fell silent. After a while, Wan Xiong asked: "What about you, what are your plans?"
"Go back to Xianfang." Su Zimu said, "There are still people waiting for me in Xianfang. Let's go back first."
Wan Xiong immediately put away the disappointment on his face: "Brother Su, please listen to my advice and never go back."
Su Zimu was stunned: "Why?"
Wan Xiong suddenly lowered his voice: "Do you think this matter is over? Although the Demon Cave is destroyed, Mo Xingliang is still alive. How can he not seek trouble from you?"
Su Zimu was stunned again: "No way? The backer behind Anping Xianfang is Yunhai Pavilion. How dare someone named Mo dare to enter Xianfang to cause trouble for me?"
"Brother, do you know what the Demon Sect is? What is the Demon Sect?" Wan Xiong was heartbroken, "The people in the Demon Sect are ruthless and unscrupulous, and they often take people's lives. You ruined Mo Xingliang's good deeds, how can he fight with you?"
Let’s give up and rest?”
Only then did Su Zimu realize that he had made a very difficult enemy, and he couldn't help but feel a headache: "Brother Wan, what should I do?"
"No matter what I do, I can't lure the devil kid back to Xianfang. According to my brother's opinion, it's better to hide for a while. When you understand the grudges, it's not too late to return to Xianfang!"
Su Zimu was stunned, thinking rapidly in his heart, and nodded thoughtfully for a while: "This is reasonable. If you don't give up, I am willing to go with Brother Wan. What do you think?"
He didn't know the methods of the Blood Demon Sect, but based on his knowledge, paranoia should be one of the most common characteristics of the Demon Sect's disciples. Mo Xingliang was still alive, so seeking revenge from him was almost inevitable.
Moreover, the biggest characteristic of something like the Demon Cult is that it is dead but not stiff.
The cell leader has always been called Young Master, which means that there must be other people from the Demon Cult behind Mo Xingliang.
Although there are many monks in Xianfang, they are an unorganized mess. The foundation-building monks are even rarer and have never been heard of.
For Su Zimu, there are only a few people in this world who really enter his heart. He never wants to see people from the Blood Demon Cult appear in Xianfang, let alone the Xu family and his daughter and Bian Yuming.
Any surprises.
Having wasted too much time, the two of them walked together and hurriedly left here. They found the way they came from not far away.
Wan Xiong said excitedly: "Let's go back the same way. We can find a familiar road in two days at most. By then I will know how to go!"
He has never been here before and doesn't know where this road leads, but he has an excellent sense of direction and knows the direction he came from.
However, as soon as the two people stepped onto the road, they saw a corpse lying not far away, with the blood under the corpse not yet drying.
Wan Xiong's expression changed and he immediately stopped.
Su Zimu was also stunned: "Isn't it such a coincidence?"
Wan Xiong turned around and ran: "Go quickly!"
"Let's go? Where to go?" Mo Xingliang, expressionless, appeared from behind a tree on the roadside, "Just let me refine the elixir, otherwise, I will make you wait for a life worse than death!"
He stood in front of the two of them, and stepped on the blood with one foot, leaving a shocking footprint.
"Damn it, let's fight!" Wan Xiong's face was full of grief and anger, and he wanted to fight Mo Xingliang desperately.
Su Zimu pulled him behind him: "Let's go, he wants me."
Wan Xiong became even more sad and angry: "Who do you think I am..."
Su Zimu didn't have time to talk nonsense with him. He suddenly grabbed Wan Xiong's belt, jerked him outwards, and threw him out: "Get out of here, don't drag me down here!"
Wan Xiong soared into the clouds and flew hundreds of meters away like mist, and fell into the trees with a bang, smashing to pieces. When he got up, Su Zimu and Mo Xingliang were gone.
After Su Zimu threw Wan Xiong out, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.
He went all out and his speed was amazing!
At this time, Su Zimu's thoughts were clearer than ever before, and many overlooked details were restored at this moment - Mo Xingliang was at least at the seventh level of Qi training. Even if he, Su, was extremely talented,
May be Mo Xingliang's opponent.
But that day, it was Mo Xingliang who took the initiative to escape.
Faced with the newly broken through body training at the seventh level of Qi training, it is impossible to see such a result.
The only explanation is that Mo Xingliang was injured or had other reasons that limited his cultivation, so he had to escape and activate the self-destruct mechanism of the Demon Nest.
If Su Zimu had left immediately after escaping, he wouldn't have been blocked by Mo Xingliang, but he was delayed for a whole day!
At this moment, even if Mo Xingliang's injury was not easy to deal with, it was suppressed and did not affect his shot.
Therefore, Su Zimu had no intention of fighting the opponent to the death, but tried his best to escape.
Mo Xingliang started to chase, but he was surprised to find that Su Zimu was not slower than him, and he couldn't catch up for a while.
He immediately threw out the seal and went straight to Su Zi's head.
Su Zimu sensed danger, and just when Fang Yin was about to hit him, he suddenly jumped up, turned 180 degrees in the air, and kicked Fang Yin away.
Mo Xingliang took back the seal and saw the opportunity to throw it away again.
Su Zimu turned sideways and wanted to continue running away, but he only rushed out a few steps and suddenly stopped, panting heavily and turned around to face Mo Xingliang.
