In the cave, the tall and cold-tempered demon cultivator slowly stood up.

He reached out and touched the broken horn of the dragon beast, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Don't worry, if there are suitable treasures at the party, I will also pay attention to it."

For the dragon beast, the horn is the essence. One of its horns was cut off, and its strength declined very significantly. It fell directly from the fourth level to the third level.

"You are my only strange beast now." The demon cultivator looked at the dragon beast and showed hatred.

He was highly valued by the senior management of the Ziyue Society and was recognized as the person among the members of the same level in the organization who had the most chance to advance to the fifth level in recent years.

For practitioners, the fourth level and the fifth level are vastly different, and for demon cultivators, the same is true.

It’s a pity that in that battle a few years ago, he was too seriously injured and his cultivation also declined. He has not made any progress over the years and has been looking for a way to heal.

Since the Ziyue Society is a demon cultivator organization, it is the precepts of the weak.

The senior executives no longer favor him, and the resources that should have been allocated to him were given priority to others.

That was something he had been greedy for a long time. The man successfully entered the fifth realm with this thing!

"That should be mine!" As soon as he thought of this, his face looked ferocious and he roared.

——Incompetent furious.

The terrifying pressure spread out from him, and he sometimes whimpered and sometimes laughed wildly, as if he was schizophrenia.

"Momen!"

"When the triennial Purple Moon Conference ends, I will let you know what purgatory on earth is!!!"

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Qinglong River, the periphery of Baixiang Valley.

A young man wearing a wooden sword was squatting in front of a peasant woman.

"She's crazy." The boy whispered.

The boy made a gesture with his hands, and a white light flashed on his fingertips, and then he gently tapped the peasant woman's eyebrows.

"Clean Heart Mantra!" He pointed his fingers, and the peasant woman calmed down a little, and then fell asleep.

The boy stood up and he was very short, less than 1.6 meters tall.

At his age, he will not grow up anymore.

He has been much shorter than his peers since he was a child, and there is a very obvious birthmark next to his left eye, which makes his already ordinary face look a little ugly.

Before practicing, the children in the town called him the dwarf winter melon or the clown monster.

Fortunately, there is no "Water Margin" in this world, otherwise someone would definitely call him affectionately - Dalang.

The boy was wearing a green outer robe, well-made, and a long sword in ink color was embroidered on his sleeves.

It is said that people rely on clothing, but in fact, they still look at their faces and figures.

People who look good in sacks look good, while people who don’t look good in everything they wear. Even if they dress very fashionablely, they just change from a simple frustrated pussy to a fancy frustrated pussy.

This short boy is an example.

He often sighed that the same clothes, when worn by the head master and his master, was like a banished immortal descending to earth.

And I am like a thief who stole clothes.

"Fortunately, the senior brother is equal to me." The boy felt a little more comfort.

He couldn't help but remember that the head master once smiled with a crooked mouth: "The world is handsome and one stone is the same. I only own twelve dou, and the people in the world owe me two dou."

The young man had only heard the word handsome in his master's mouth, but he probably understood the meaning of this word. He yearned for it and wanted to be a handsome person.

Unfortunately, conditions do not allow it.

At this moment, the young man carried the peasant woman on his back and took her to the nearby village. He estimated that the peasant woman was a member of the village.

From the crazy words of the peasant woman just now, he probably figured out the situation.

The peasant woman's daughter was lost, and her only daughter was lost.

A huge strange snake took away her daughter in one bite.

The boy didn't know whether the peasant woman was scared or was too sad, which led to the crazy.

But he could guess a little.

The peasant woman looked quite old. At this age, she was considered an old woman in the village.

It is very likely that in the early years, the peasant woman was ridiculed by neighbors, saying that she was a chicken that only knew how to lay eggs.

The young mother had also experienced the same experience, but fortunately, the mother gave birth to a son in the end, while the peasant woman was a daughter.

In the village, it is still very common to prefer boys over girls.

This is indeed the case.

In fact, many long-tongued women in the village joked about her: "I have been holding it in so many years, but I can't give birth to someone with me!"

"I thought my butt egg was so big, so I thought I could give birth."

"Ha, it's not for childbirth, it's not for stinky men. Your man hasn't glanced at her big millstone? I don't believe it!"

The boy ran towards the village quickly with a coma peasant woman on his back. Because he was too short, the peasant woman was tall and round and slender. Even if she was raised, her toes were not far from touching the ground.

After taking the peasant woman back to the village, she immediately attracted onlookers.

Everyone looked at the boy with strange eyes, because this practitioner seemed to be a bit different from the practitioner they imagined in their daily lives.

Is there such a short and ugly practitioner in the world?

The boy has long been used to this, and he will not be disliked by it.

What he didn't feel happy was that the peasant woman was heartbroken because of the loss of her beloved daughter, but her man didn't seem to think so.

The man's expression and attitude made him feel very uncomfortable.

In the sect where the young man lives, there is no phenomenon of favoring boys over girls. On the contrary, there is a little bit of yin and yang decline...

Just as the head master whom he respects most once said that if he has a group of Taoists in the future, he would want to have a daughter even more.

The boy’s focus is that I will have a junior sister again by then!

The young master’s focus is a group of Taoist couples.

The creature of sister-in-law is already terrifying enough. My brother actually wants to have a group of sister-in-laws!

This is impossible to live this day!

At this moment, after handing the peasant woman to her man, the young man with a wooden sword turned his head and looked at Baixiang Valley.

"That big snake-shaped beast should be hidden inside!"

Judging from the time, the baby girl probably can't be saved.

But the strange beast is likely to be still dormant in the Baixiang Valley, which is a huge hidden danger!

Based on the peasant woman's nonsense that was inverted with words, the young man probably knew that this was a dragon beast.

Especially after learning that the horn of the dragon beast had broken, the boy's eyes suddenly condensed!

He remembered a past event from the sect.

But at this moment, a huge red figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the village.

"Jiu Beast!" The young man's body trembled violently.

This was the first time he had seen such a powerful beast, and the terrifying pressure brought him a sense of suffocation.

The demon cultivator was hungry again, and he needed a new virgin to eat, so he sent dragon beasts to come out to find food.

After eating, he will leave the Fragrance Valley.

His temperament is more cautious now than before. He almost failed in Momen a few years ago, which still makes him feel scared.

The villagers screamed one after another and began to run around.

The boy looked back and saw that the peasant woman who was still sleeping was left behind by his man and lay behind him.

He had not even broken the first realm yet, and he was no better than these villagers in front of the powerful dragon beasts.

The short boy stood in front of the peasant woman and took off the wooden sword around her waist.

He couldn't help but remember what the head master said before everyone went down the mountain to travel:

"Put your sword and go down the mountain to the world."

The world at the foot of the mountain is indeed as dangerous as the master described.

It’s just that the master’s stability has not learned much.

He had only one thought now: "If I make the movement bigger, maybe it could alarm the surrounding sects!"

"At that time, this dragon beast will be finished!"

He is just a minor practitioner with extremely poor talent and unsatisfactory aspects.

Among all his fellow disciples, he is the most unpromising.

"If the dragon beast in front of me was really the one in the mouth of the master and the master of the sect..." A trace of determination flashed through the short boy holding a wooden sword.

The young man's name is Mo Dongfang, and he is the third among the contemporary disciples of the Mo Sect.

He blocked the peasant woman and the villagers behind him, shouted loudly, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly.

He was also afraid, and he was also afraid.

only…….

"I don't know how handsome I am at this moment." The ugly and short boy thought.
Chapter completed!