Master Changmei was dumbfounded. He quickly walked up to Ye Qiu and asked, "How did you kill them?"
"Otherwise?" Ye Qiu said, "Stay here to fish?"
Master Changmei said: "..."
"They are all enemies anyway, so what's the use of keeping them?" Ye Qiu said.
Master Changmei said: "This guy is a talented person. It would be a pity to kill him, but let's kill him."
"There are two of them, so we can take off their clothes and pretend to be disciples of the Butian Sect."
After saying that, take action.
Ye Qiu stopped Master Changmei and said, "It's not necessary."
"Why?" Master Changmei was puzzled.
Ye Qiu explained: "These two guys don't have a high status in the Butian Sect, and there are so many disciples of the Butian Sect who have entered here. There must be someone who knows them well, and it will be easy to expose them if they pretend to be them."
Upon hearing this, Master Changmei felt that Ye Qiu's words made sense and asked, "Little bastard, what are you going to do?"
Ye Qiu said: "We have to pretend to be familiar people."
Immediately, Master Changmei understood Ye Qiu's thoughts and asked, "Little bastard, do you want to pretend to be a member of the Yin Yang Cult?"
"Yeah." Ye Qiu nodded.
Master Changmei said: "We are only familiar with a few people from the Yin Yang Sect. Who do you want to impersonate?"
"Yunjie?"
"Tang Ye?"
"Is it still Song Que, or Su Wuming?"
Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu shook his head again.
"Yun Jie and Tang Ye are the Sons of God, and Song Que and Su Wuming are the Sons of God. Their status in the Yin Yang Sect is not low, and they are very likely to be familiar with Qi Tian."
"Also, Wuji Tianzun has discovered that I impersonated Song Que, and may have informed the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect to take precautions."
"Also, those guys are dead. Qi Tian, as the first divine son of the Yin Yang Sect, might have known about it a long time ago."
"Impersonating them will most likely be self-defeating."
Master Changmei frowned and said, "I really can't think of it. If we don't pretend to be those people, who else can we pretend to be?"
Ye Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Old man, we have an old friend, have you forgotten?"
Old friend?
Master Changmei was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide and asked: "Little bastard, are you talking about Dragon Bodhisattva?"
"That's right, it's him." Ye Qiu said: "We once pretended to be him and did some things. We also met him and were a little familiar with him. In addition, this guy is now a disciple of Wuji Tianzun. He must be still in the Yin Yang Sect.
He has some weight, so it’s relatively safe to impersonate him.”
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, the real person with long eyebrows looked at him strangely and asked: "Old man, what's your look?"
Master Changmei said: "Little bastard, there is a saying, don't you know whether I should say it or not?"
Ye Qiu said: "Say!"
"You are a real dog!" Master Longmei laughed and said, "But Pindao thinks your idea is a good one."
"I just don't know. When Dragon Bodhisattva finds out about this, will he be so angry that he wants to kill you?"
Ye Qiu said: "Do you think he doesn't want to kill me now?"
"We can take advantage of this opportunity to make use of Dragon Bodhisattva again."
"If Wuji Tianzun knew that I pretended to be Dragon Bodhisattva and killed Qi Tian, Wuji Tianzun might be so angry that he would vent his anger on Dragon Bodhisattva."
Just do it.
Ye Qiu immediately took out the disguise pill, swallowed it, and then touched his face a few times. Soon his face turned into that of the Dragon Bodhisattva.
Then, he took out two pieces of clothing belonging to the Yin Yang Sect disciples from the Qiankun Bag.
When they were killing those city lords, Ye Qiu specially collected these for emergencies. He didn't expect that they would come in handy so quickly.
"Holy crap, you even have clothes. It seems like you've already prepared them."
Master Longmei took the clothes and asked: "Little bastard, you pretend to be Dragon Bodhisattva, then who should I pretend to be?"
Ye Qiu said while changing clothes: "You are pretending to be a slave of Dragon Bodhisattva."
The long-mei real person curled his lips: "Is he worthy?"
"It's just pretending anyway, why bother?" Ye Qiu said: "Besides, you look similar."
Damn it, murder is heartbreaking.
Master Longmei glared at Ye Qiu angrily, quickly changed his clothes, and swallowed a disguise pill.
In an instant, his appearance became older, with his back hunched and his head lowered, much like a slave.
"You little bastard, are you pretending to be a poor Taoist?" Master Longmei said proudly.
Ye Qiu nodded: "It's very similar."
"Hehe..." Changmei Zhenren had a bright smile on his face, just like a chrysanthemum. Before he could finish being happy, he heard Ye Qiu say again: "The true character is really extraordinary."
Grass!
The person with long eyebrows has a crooked nose.
"Okay, it's just a joke, don't be angry." Ye Qiu said: "Everything is ready, now we should do big things."
"Wait a minute." After Master Changmei finished speaking, he quickly picked up the spiritual wine from the grass, drank a few sips, then touched around the corpses of the two Butian Sect disciples, found two Spaces, and scanned with his spiritual consciousness
He glanced at him and cursed: "Poor."
Then, put away the two space rings.
"Little bastard, let's go, let's go find the treasure." Master Changmei said and left.
"Stop!" Ye Qiu shouted.
"What are you doing?" Master Changmei turned back to look at Ye Qiu.
"Don't forget your identity." Ye Qiu reminded: "You are my slave now. How can a servant walk in front of his master?"
"Your grandma, you just want to make me angry, right?" Changmei Zhenren was very unhappy.
Ye Qiu said coldly: "Old man, would you like to curse again? Believe it or not, I will deal with you now?"
The long-browed master shrank his neck in fright, quickly ran behind Ye Qiu, lowered his eyebrows and said flatteringly: "Little bastard, I am joking with you, don't take it seriously."
"I'll walk behind you."
"If you have anything to do, just tell me."
snort.
Ye Qiu snorted coldly and strode forward.
It didn't take long.
Ye Qiu stopped and whispered: "There is someone."
Master Longmei stretched his head and looked forward and said, "He is a disciple of the Ancient Holy Land."
In the woods ahead, there were more than a dozen disciples from the Ancient Holy Land, sitting cross-legged in a circle.
Master Changmei noticed that in the center of those people, there was a smooth stone with a strange grass growing on it.
The shape of the grass is very similar to that of a lotus, with nine leaves in total, each leaf is about half a meter long, like a pale golden thread, emitting a faint golden light, growing on a bare stone, very conspicuous.
"It seems to be a magical medicine." Changmei Zhenren said.
Ye Qiu's eyes flashed, he shook his head and said: "It's not a magic medicine, but a magic medicine."
"Magic medicine?" Changmei Zhenren was surprised.
Ye Qiu said: "Old man, haven't you noticed that among the dozen or so disciples of the Ancient Holy Land, the weakest are at the Nascent Soul Initial Stage, and the strongest are at the Nascent Soul Peak. How can a mere elixir be used for this?
Are there so many people waiting for them?"
"This miracle medicine is about to mature."
Master Changmei became excited and asked: "Little bastard, what is that magic medicine?"
