Campus belle's cultivation master

For a time, the scene was extremely embarrassing. Saito Miyamoto's mouth twitched slightly, and the whole face hidden under the gas mask turned green.

"Mr. Miyamoto, no... I'm sorry, I'm really... I'm very sorry..." Wang yunmiao repeatedly apologized for his dispirited spirit. He didn't want to show his shyness in front of his subordinates, so he was in control all the way. He didn't want to control it. But at the last moment, he fell down and vomited his dirty things.

"It doesn't matter. Ha ha, it doesn't matter. Mr. Wang doesn't have to blame himself. I'll wash with water in a moment." Saito Miyamoto scolded his mother in his heart, but he still kept smiling on the surface.

He saw that Wang yunmiao's face was dark, like a tuberculosis ghost. He was afraid that the bastard would spit on himself again. He quickly withdrew his hand, stepped back two steps, and left in a hurry.

Lu Yang steady steady mind, from the side handed a handkerchief, lowered his voice: "five ye, are you ok?"

"It's OK. I just think... Is not right." Wang yunmiao took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He turned to look at dozens of people behind him. His eyes stayed on his paralyzed nephew Wang Cheng for a long time, and his face changed slightly.

Compared with other people's trembling, Wang yunmiao felt that he was just disgusted and vomited, which was not bad

With this thought, he felt more comfortable, and his frustration gradually disappeared.

He tried not to look at the bloody, corpse crisscrossed altar. He resisted the stench in the air and looked around. However, he could see that Wang Yuanlang had already walked to the opposite hillside and was bowing to a black robed man. He was telling something.

"That should be their master." Wang yunmiao unscrewed the kettle to gargle, looked at Lu Yang beside him, frowned and asked, "do you know what the origin is?"

Lu Yang breathed a sigh and shook his head slowly: "there are many hidden dragons and tigers in the world of Chinese cultivation. Many top experts are quietly lurking and waiting for the opportunity. At least from the information we have got, we can't connect each other with any practitioners I've heard of. "

Wang yunmiao listened to the other party's long winded and yelled a lot. To sum it up, there are three words: I don't know.

"The old man was wearing a robe and wrapped his whole body up and down, obviously trying to hide his identity." His eyes twinkled slightly, and his mouth filled with a sneer of disdain. "He pretended to be a ghost to his partners, and he was a real motherfucker..."

Before his voice fell, Lu Yang, who was beside him, pulled him hard and yelled: "shut up!"

He was a great master of internal strength. Even if he didn't exert himself, he was dragged by Wang yunmiao. He almost fell down the slope and fell into the rotten bodies.

"What the hell!" Wang yunmiao was angry, turned his head and glared at him fiercely, "how dare you treat me..."

Lu Yang's cheek was blue and purple, and his mouth opened. His voice was not natural: "he can hear..."

Wang yunmiao's heart suddenly and tightly, full of rage, all froze on the dark cheek. Immediately, he slowly turned his neck with some difficulty, but he could see that the man in black was standing on the opposite high hillside with his hands on his back, looking at himself

Lu Yang took a cold breath and reminded: "maybe... This is a demigod..."

Between speaking, he slowly bent his knees, knelt down on the ground, and worshiped the black robed people in the distance, looking devout.

After all, Wang yunmiao is a secular man, a little confused asked: "what is demigod?"

"Demigod is the innate state. Lin Zixuan, a giant in the south of the Yangtze River, is a demigod. " Lu Yang's voice was low, and his tone was trembling. "The so-called strong master of heaven, in their eyes, is just a mole ant. Fifth master, your words just now have offended the prestige of a generation of strong people. Even if he skinned you alive, it's ok... "

Wang yunmiao's face was as white as paper.

Although he didn't know what a demigod was, he knew what a Heavenly Master was! Those who are strong in the realm of cultivation, such as dragons and phoenixes, are not the existence of the peak of the realm of cultivation? Can we say that... There are more terrible practitioners than the heaven master of Huajing?

Wang yunmiao couldn't keep calm any longer. He slowly raised his hand to make a surrender. Then he knelt down to the black robed man in the distance and humbly lowered his head. He didn't dare to go out of the atmosphere.

Whew!

With a sharp wind breaking, Wang yunmiao stepped on the void and fell in front of the crowd.

Wang yunmiao raised his face and took a sneak look. His forehead was cold and sweaty. He said: "Master Wang, I'm stupid and I don't have any words to stop me from offending the immortal master. Please..."

"Ha ha ha, Mr. Wang is over worried." Wang Yuanlang tossed the sleeve of his robe and said with a kind face, "the master of the sect has a broad mind. How broad-minded and courageous is that? How can he have the same understanding with you? Not only did the sect leader not blame me, he specially sent me to thank Mr. Wang for his hard work. "

Wang yunmiao was pardoned for a moment, and the hanging stone fell to the ground.

"Ah, thank you for your generosity, Master Wang. Please convey my gratitude and respect for me..." as he spoke, he remembered that he must have heard his words even though he was so far away, so he kowtowed to the black robed man in the distance to make amends.

Wang Yuanlang waved his hand and gently lifted Wang yunmiao up. He said with a smile, "Mr. Wang, please get up quickly. We are partners, not subordinates. Why are you so polite?"

"Thank you, thank you." Wang yunmiao repeatedly said thanks, then arched his hand and bowed, "Master Wang, the things have also been delivered. I'm a commonplace, so I'll leave now."

He felt more and more that the boundary was unsafe, and he was frightened every moment. Thirty six stratagems. It's the best policy to go. I don't want to stay any longer.

"Don't hurry, Mr. Wang." Wang Yuanlang grinned, and his two sparse eyebrows picked up. "As far as I know, the Yanjing Wangs share the same purpose with us, and they all want to use all means to solve the secret of nvxiang's immortality and power. Is that right?"

Wang yunmiao knew that the other side was not holding back the good or bad. He was just using his own way to say this nonsense, but he had to nod his head: "yes, this is also the basis of our cooperation..."

Wang Yuan Lang said with a smile: "now, the plan has encountered a bottleneck. If you only need a foot in front of the door, you will be successful. Please help Mr. Wang a lot. "

Wang yunmiao's face changed greatly: "it was clearly said that..."

"Yes, it was clear at the beginning. The Yanjing Wang family used all secular forces to find the whereabouts of the girl, and provided financial and technical support. We were responsible for digging the secret. " Wang Yuanlang nodded repeatedly, "but after all, this is the cooperation between the two sides. Only by working together can we succeed. At the critical moment, Mr. Wang will not care about the trivial matter."

Wang yunmiao asked nervously, "what can I do for you?"

"As you can see, this is the altar. It needs blood sacrifice to open the door of eternity. But... For two days, we didn't have enough sacrifice... "Wang Yuanlang looked directly at Wang yunmiao and others, and his smiling face suddenly became cold and ferocious." since you've come all the way, don't go... "