Chapter 1100: nobleman
Chapter 1100 Noble
Zuo Xiaonian was taken aback: "No."
"Really? Not at all?"
"Really do not have."
"What about the fluctuation of divine sense?"
"nor!"
Zuo Xiaoduo frowned: "Could it be my illusion just now?"
He recalled carefully, it seemed that... there was a very subtle spiritual power, which flashed by.
Zuo Xiaoduo can be sure.
This is definitely not a person's spiritual power. If this kind of spiritual power is manipulated by humans, then this person's cultivation base may have reached the point where no one can match him.
Even, even Wan Lao in Tianling Forest, and even Shui Lao he encountered later, the majestic spiritual power that surpassed his cognition level has not reached the current level of meticulousness.
Zuo Xiaoduo and Zuo Xiaonian flew up while getting close to the cliff.
Carefully look for any abnormalities on the cliff wall, are there any hollow and shallow places? Maybe there is some hole that is so attractive that it sucked Qin Fangyang in?
But until the point where the poisonous fog area was about to exit, there was still nothing found.
Zuo Xiaoduo finally let go of the last bit of luck, and couldn't help feeling disappointed.
"No findings."
"I didn't even find the few swords thrown by the enemy. They should have been swallowed and melted by the swamp..."
Zuo Xiaoduo was disappointed, and returned with Zuo Xiaonian.
…
And just after the two left.
On the swampy ground, not far from the void where the two had just stood, the space suddenly changed, and immediately, a huge hole appeared out of thin air.
The opening that suddenly appeared was several thousand meters wide, more than enough to accommodate an aircraft carrier...
After a while, a gigantic head stretched out silently.
This head must be at least the size of seven or eight locomotives, with a pair of eyeballs that move around. flipped up,
A single eyeball is almost as big as a house.
The swamp area seemed to be boiling, and the gurgling waves rose hundreds of meters. The next moment, a huge tail rolled in the swamp, like a person who had slept for a long time, suddenly stretched out Lazy...
Countless bubbles popped up and burst, so the poisonous fog in the sky became more dense.
A vague murmured voice: "That little thing almost spotted me just now, but it's sharp..."
"How dangerous!"
The huge eyeballs, when turned over, actually revealed a look of 'surviving fear'.
But if this look is seen by others, it is estimated that most of the people in the entire Shangjing City will be scared to death by him.
"The ancestor said that I cannot be discovered by anyone. Once discovered, it will be my end..."
The voice murmured.
"But which two little things are so weak, can they really threaten me..."
This gigantic monster has two strange horns on its head.
murmured: "It doesn't matter, what the ancestor said must be true... I just don't know when the ancestor will come back... Just here, suffocated to death..."
Flicked his tail a little depressed.
Then he rolled his eyes even more depressed, and turned his head to look around.
It was a man covered in cuts and bruises all over his body, almost torn to pieces, quietly lying beside the monster, his body was not as big as the nails on the monster's claws.
"But what about this one?"
The monster looked at the lying person in distress.
"The ancestor said that I can't kill... I can't see people. I have never killed a life. Even the poisonous gas is formed by the power of the inner alchemy and can't get out..."
"You can't see people... What's the matter? This person was still alive when he fell down. Does this count as breaking the precept..."
"It's really depressing..."
"When is it okay to yawn? Why do you have to yawn at that time?" The monster was extremely depressed.
"This little thing is not good, how could it fall into my mouth by such a coincidence... It's too speechless..."
"If I didn't yawn... this little thing just fell, or fell to death, or drowned, or poisoned... It has nothing to do with me, why did it just fall into my mouth by such a coincidence..."
"Now, if he dies, it has something to do with me...how come this little thing is still implicated in such a powerful luck of the heavens? I can't bear the backfire of the luck of the heavens..."
"What's the matter?"
It carefully flipped over the person lying quietly with its little fingernails, and sighed: "But the injury on Xiaobai's body is too serious...Why should such a mortal person, once he dies with me, have to bear the burden?" Cause and effect? Is there any reason in this world..."
"If you want to keep this guy alive... you have to use the original power of my inner alchemy... Fuck me, I'm too bad!"
"How could I be so unlucky..."
"Isn't it always whoever meets me who is unlucky? How come meeting such a person after tens of thousands of years has become my own unlucky luck?"
The monster sighed and muttered to himself.
Looking at the man who was about to be fragmented, the breath of life was getting weaker and weaker, so he reluctantly stretched his head over and dropped a drop of saliva into the man's mouth.
"Maintain it first... If you live completely, don't you see me? Once you see me, doesn't it mean that I have been seen by others? If I have been seen by others, it means that the oath has been broken? If I have broken the oath, I will Wouldn't it be more bad luck!?"
A drop of saliva from the monster dripped down, but it was equivalent to the person lying below taking a bath, and the whole body was soaked.
"It's too small..."
The monster sighed: "It's cheap for you... This is my inner alchemy water..."
Somewhat bored, he raised his head and looked at the massive amount of poisonous mist he had created in the air over the years. In his huge eyes, there was an indescribable longing: "When can I go out and play freely..."
"Old Ancestor... When will my nobleman you mentioned come... I have been waiting for so many years... Do you know, do you know, all the flowers I have been waiting for are gone..."
"It's so difficult for me... On the one hand, they don't let me see people, but on the other hand, they say that my nobleman will come... I can't see anyone, how can there be a nobleman... Huh..."
After feeling sorry for myself for a long time, I suddenly thought of something.
He lowered his head abruptly.
Looking at the person lying on the ground.
Surprised: "This... this, this, this... this little thing is my nobleman, right?"
…
"If this guy is my nobleman, doesn't that mean that I... can go out?"
The monster's two big eyes blinked, and suddenly became excited.
He suddenly lowered his head, looked at the tattered people on the ground, and the saliva in his mouth immediately dropped 9.375 meters.
"My lord...you must be my lord!..."
"Aww...I'm about to suffocate to death...you have to be my nobleman..."
…
Zuo Xiaoduo and Zuo Xiaonian ascended dejectedly and reached the top of the mountain.
Both of them were a little downcast.
Inspiring teachers and mobilizing people, they were tired all the way, and both of them felt that they had gained nothing.
harvested a nail.
As for the poisonous mist that Zuo Xiaoduo put away, neither of them felt that it was a harvest—just a little poison, who cares?
Whether it's Zuo Xiaoduo or Zuo Xiaonian, they always collect a lot of things, and they don't care about this stuff at all...
Lian Changtian followed closely behind, rising from below.
He didn't go down to the bottom, he was protected far away in the poisonous fog.
Seeing this thick poisonous fog, Master Mo Zu immediately wanted to collect some spares: when encountering a large-scale battle formation of enemies that cannot be dealt with, this thing is simply a must-have weapon in battle!
When the time comes, sprinkle...
It melts a large piece in an instant, what a good thing.
But Master Mo Zu doesn’t have this kind of equipment, so he can only stare at him with greedy eyes.
Hearing that these two treasures were not even in his eyes, he couldn't help feeling a toothache.
"I don't even know what to say..."
"With this thing, you can guarantee that you will be surrounded by millions of monsters, and you can also save a little life... It's not a thing..."
"But the old man can't put it away at all. The angry old man's liver hurts!"
"Hey, those who really know and understand good things, the less they can get good things... On the contrary, they don't understand anything, and their luck is overwhelming..."
Lei Changtian looked up to the sky and sighed: "When I was young, I played fried gold with Zuo Changchang and those people. After a while, I would catch three of a kind. Those who were instigated by them would take the initiative to open their cards. Afterwards, I realized that it was the biggest one, what the hell? Not to mention the leopards, even the golden flowers are gone, and the underwear of Lao Tzu who loses every time he plays cards is gone... I suspect those guys are cheating..."
"It is estimated that Zuo Changchang cheated..."
"First made me addicted, and then made me lose... Finally, I gave him an IOU, which was as thick as a palm, and he hooked up my daughter... I was always smart, but I was confused for a while..."
"Hey, the past is so overwhelming..."
…
Zuo Xiaoduo and his two rockets rushed straight up from under the cliff, directly into the air, and then fell slowly, with spiritual energy surging, and scattered all the remaining poisonous mist sticking around.
Then the two froze for a moment.
Because, in front of the two of them, there were actually five masked men in black standing quietly on the edge of the cliff!
Pairs of shining eyes looked at the two of them.
The eyes are full of interest.
And, unspeakably brutal.
"Zuo Xiaoduo, have you found anything when you entered the bottom of the cliff?" In the center, a man in black and a black robe swayed in the high-altitude wind, his voice was like the clanging of gold and iron, sonorous and powerful.
Zuo Xiaoduo stopped in mid-air, and narrowed his eyes.
"Who are you? How dare you stop me here? Don't tell me you haven't heard of my Iron Fist son Zuo Xiaoduo?"
Zuo Xiaoduo snorted.
"Master Iron Fist, hehehe..."
The man in black at the head smiled faintly: "Don't play tricks like this in front of me. You Zuo Xiaoduo is known as the Iron Fist, but your real skill is your sword."
There was a playful look in the eyes of the man in black, and he said lightly: "Lingmaojian, I'm right."
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【Take a leave today and feel very depressed. My Chinese teacher passed away, and I have to go back. It’s hard, I still remember that when the teacher finished reading my composition on the podium, he sighed and said: This kid can be a writer in the future... When I was desperate, this sentence supported my career in online literature...
Sorry for today...brothers and sisters. 】
(end of this chapter)