"Yes, as long as you hand him the "Twenty-One Years Cicada Sword", then I will take you to see the Lord Warlock."

Feeling the gazes of Blood Bodhi and Lin Bixie, Deng Xian paused and said.

"Okay, I will silently practice the sword technique of "Twenty-One Years Cicada Sword"."

Lin Bixie said without any hesitation that he had been practicing the "Twenty-One Years Cicada Sword" for more than ten years, but he still didn't produce anything.

To him, there is no difference between this "Twenty-One Years Cicada Sword" and the swordsmanship seen casually on the roadside.

Although he heard many people say that his family swordsmanship "Twenty-One Years Cicada Sword" was passed down from the "Nirvana Sutra", but even if it was true, for him, the magic skill that he could not practice was not as good as exchange for revenge.

Opportunity.

After Lin Bixie finished speaking, he walked into the middle of the guest room, picked up the pen and paper on the table, and then began to write "Twenty-One Years of Cicada Sword" silently.

Blood Bodhi glanced at Lin Bixie, turned around, blocked his and Deng Xian's voices with a three-foot air wall, and said:

"Even the heavenly beings in this world dare not claim to be omnipotent. I wonder who the warlock is? Is it the Imperial Envoy of the Imperial Guard?"

"Master has already made a guess, right?" Deng Xian glanced at Blood Bodhi and said,

Even the Demon Subduing Master of White Horse Temple could guess who he was talking about. Deng Xian didn't believe Blood Bodhi and didn't know that in Deng Xian's eyes, this NPC was far stronger than the Demon Subduing Master of White Horse Temple, both in terms of strength and information.

"It seems true. The poor monk still has one question. Does he really deserve the word 'omnipotent'?" Blood Bodhi smiled when he heard this.

"In my eyes, Lord Warlock has already walked on this road, and he is destined to reach the end of this road."

Having said this, Deng Xian paused and said: "If the master really wants to become a Buddha, then he can go and see the warlock."

"The poor monk can judge the truth or falsehood of what people say through intuition. His intuition tells the poor monk that what the donor said is true. When did such a person appear in the world? The poor monk did not visit him, but he was the poor monk.

I am ignorant and ignorant." Blood Bodhi shook his head and said.

"It's not too late now, and in a while, Lord Warlock will probably take action against the entire Green Forest. If Master Bodhi is still in the Green Forest by then, then maybe we will be at war with each other."

Having said this, Deng Xian glanced at Blood Bodhi and said frankly:

"Actually, this time the master is also on the list that Jin Yiwei wants to kill, but I really don't have the ability to kill the master, so we can talk face to face, but sooner or later I will have the ability to kill the master. If the master is still here by then

On the list, then that’s not a good thing.”

Blood Bodhi laughed when he heard the words and said: "There are very few people in the world who can kill the poor monk, but the poor monk actually feels that your words are true. Well, just for this frank truth, it is worth leaving the poor monk."

It’s mountainous.”

Having said that, Blood Bodhi looked at Lin Bixie who was dictating "Twenty-One Years of Cicada Sword" and said: "When the poor monk has finished reading the so-called "Nirvana Sutra", he will go to Xiaoshan to visit Lord Jinyiwei in person.

I hope to have a good drink and talk with you."

"Master, are you still drinking?" Deng Xian glanced at Blood Bodhi in surprise.

Hearing this, Blood Bodhi shook his head and said: "Food, wine, and red dust are all clay sculptures in the human world, and pink statues are all skeletons in graves. If you want to become a Buddha, you have to see through everything and let it go. If you don't contaminate it, how can you say let it go?"

As he spoke, Blood Bodhi removed three feet of Qi from his body. He raised his hand and his Qi circulated. The wine pot rose up from the table and filled two wine glasses.

Blood Bodhi glanced at Deng Xian and said, "Donor, would you like a drink?"

"Oh ho, there's wine!"

The moment he saw the wine glass, Dongcheng Azu, who was following Deng Xian, instantly became excited and pulled artist Zu An to the wine table.

"Come on, master, let's brag and drink together." The Zaan artist's eyes also lit up.

"That's right, Master, you should have brought out the wine earlier. There is no need for our atmosphere to be so dull. The little prince of the bar is talking about me. With me, there is no need for an atmosphere group in the bar." Dongcheng Azu put a hand on the Blood Bodhi

On his shoulder, he said unceremoniously.

"bar?"

Xue Bodhi glanced at the two people who were already holding hands with him, then looked at Deng Xian, laughed and said:

"Your two colleagues look very interesting."

Looking at his two teammates, Deng Xian took a deep breath and said, "Well, they... their minds are not normal."

"Who is not in a normal mind? I am very normal. Master, let me tell you, with your appearance, if you go to a bar, there will be nothing wrong with you. You can kill him immediately. What is abstinence-type bald head? That's it."

Dongcheng Azu was serious and authentic.

Deng Xian covered his face when he heard this. Sure enough, he shouldn't have brought Dongcheng Azu here with him. What a sin!

If Blood Bodhi knew what a duck was, he would probably recite the Rebirth Mantra for them by now.

………

Outside the mountain temple, I was really not a vegetarian and lit the bonfire again, set up a big pot, quickly prepared fresh mushrooms, lean pork, peanut oil, salt, MSG and other necessary ingredients, and started a new attempt.

"High fire, high fire. Cook for a longer time this time. Be sure to cook the mushrooms. Don't worry, I'm really not a vegetarian. You can do it." I was really not a vegetarian and cheered myself up while quickly operating the mushroom soup.

.

Next to him, the representatives of Yulian City from Nanlulin who had been cleaned up, Duan Cheng from Dian Cang faction and Nanjian Duan, and Wu Qing, the killer from Blood River Tower, were already starting to roll their eyes.

Even the demon-suppressing master of White Horse Temple, who had woken up from his nightmare, couldn't stop trembling when he saw the scene in front of him. His Wugou Zen body felt a little weak at this time.

"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Sign in to Become a God"

If you keep drinking this pot of mushroom soup, these guys will probably not be able to get out of bed after going up the mountain.

"Amitabha, donor, this mushroom soup..."

The demon-suppressing master of White Horse Temple was about to say something, but was instantly interrupted by me not being a vegetarian.

"This mushroom soup is very fragrant. Master, would you like to try it?" I am really not a vegetarian and I said expectantly.

"Ah? Still drinking? I'm afraid this poor monk's body won't be able to bear it." The demon master of Baima Temple immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"If you don't drink, you'll have to give me a hammer if you don't drink."

I really don't eat vegetarian food and said angrily: "Go away and don't disturb me making mushroom soup."

After hearing this, the demon master of Baima Temple immediately ran away in confusion, leaving me alone to continue making mushroom soup. I am really not a vegetarian.

"I said you don't need it. These three are already exhausted. I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand this pot." Hui Feng patted Yu Liancheng's three faces and looked at me as if he was a vegetarian.

.

"Don't worry, the mushroom soup I made this time will definitely not be undercooked, and they won't have any problems." I said with an upright look on my face.

"No, this is your second pot. I think they all rolled their eyes. Why don't you eat something else first? At least you need something to drink. You see, the Cangpai Nanjian has no response. It's just...

twitch."

Even the P Society war criminals can't stand it anymore. Their P Society war criminals are killed before they can be canned. What you are doing is even more extreme than the P Society war criminals.

I am really not a vegetarian and frowned when I heard this. After thinking carefully, I said: "You are right. I will add more pork to the mushroom soup. Well, if it doesn't work, I will make some steamed buns. Their swallowing ability will still be there."

, keep eating."

Hearing this, the P Society war criminal twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm not talking about the pork problem. Besides, you want to destroy their swallowing ability?"

"No, it's the last pot. This pot is finished. I'll let them recover for at least two days before experimenting." I am really not a vegetarian and I said seriously.

A man with twelve-pack abs happened to pass by carrying a corpse on his back. He glanced at the three NPCs and said, "I hope they can survive this."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Why don't you come and try the soup for me?" I turned around and said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, all the players watching stood up instantly and dispersed.

"I suddenly remembered that there were still a bunch of corpses in the north that I had not carried."

"I also suddenly remembered that there are still a bunch of corpses in the west that have not been carried."

"I believe in mountain gods, but I suddenly remembered that the statue of the mountain gods hasn't been wiped yet."

"Well, I remember the donkey from the production team asked me to help."

………

In just a blink of an eye, only the demon master from Baima Temple was left in front of the mountain temple. After seeing my unruly gaze, the demon master swallowed his saliva and said:

"The poor monk suddenly remembered that he had not yet given salvation to these people. Donor, the poor monk said goodbye."

After saying that, the master of demon subduing at White Horse Temple also left as if he was running away.

"Cooking makes people uncomfortable."

I rolled up my sleeves as I was not a vegetarian, walked up to the three NPCs, took a look and said, "Aren't you still alive and well? You just have to eat carrots and worry about it."

And when they heard the voice of "I really don't eat vegetarian food", the three people who were in a coma trembled subconsciously, as if they had had some kind of nightmare.

………

Mianchi Town, Yuelai Inn, at this time a wet man walked into the lobby, looked at the storyteller who was resting, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I want to sell you a piece of news."

"what news?"

The storyteller raised his head when he heard this and said, "Not all news is valuable, you should understand."

"This news is definitely worth the money. You can listen to it first. The green forests in the north and south of the Mountain Temple were completely destroyed by the Jinyi Guards. Yu Liancheng, the person in charge of the south green forest, Duan Cheng of the Nanjian of the Diancang Sect, Wu Qing, the killer of the Blood River Tower, and the demons of the White Horse Temple were subdued.

The master was arrested, and only the leader of Beilulin, Heishan Xiong, escaped." Heishan Xiong said coldly.

"Are you telling the truth?"

The storyteller stood up after hearing this and walked repeatedly:

"That's really big news. I only know that Yuliancheng was sprayed on the spot. No follow-up news has been received. It seems that our informant may be dead. Your news is very important."
Chapter completed!