Ke Xiaoliang was more relaxed.
He doesn't have to pack his belongings or purchase supplies.
Because he has the same virtues as many young people in his previous life...poverty.
Even though he has a golden finger, he is like a god in the Gourd Realm.
But it cannot change this ironclad fact.
However, using magic values to create spiritual stones in the gourd realm and then taking them out is a very extravagant and impractical waste.
Ke Xiaoliang is more willing to create targeted props with magic values in the gourd when necessary, and then take them out.
Being homeless and light.
Ke Xiaoliang hurried out of the city before everyone set off, heading straight to the northern foot of Poison Centipede Mountain.
During the day, Poisonous Centipede Mountain is quite 'peaceful'.
Except for the occasional huge evil monster passing by, some unconscious low-level corpse monsters wandering on the deserted slopes, and the poisonous insects and poisonous miasma densely populated in the deserted forest, it was extremely safe.
Ke Xiaoliang went up the mountain from the west of Poison Centipede Mountain.
After walking in a circuitous way for about two hours, we finally arrived at Beilu.
The northern foot of Poison Centipede Mountain is a cliff.
The deep canyon under the cliff is filled with colorful poisonous miasma.
The miasma connects with the floating clouds on the top of the mountain, creating scale-like brilliance in the sun. It is stunningly beautiful from a distance.
Ke Xiaoliang stopped in his tracks.
Then he climbed up an ancient pine tree and lay on its branches pretending to rest.
Not long after, footsteps became frequent.
More people arrived.
The noisy conversations also interrupted the original tranquility of the place.
"Is this considered Beilu? Or do we have to go down?"
"Elder Suishan doesn't mean to let us go down and wait for the bus in Dumiasma, right?" said a voice that Ke Xiaoliang was quite familiar with.
The one who spoke was with his mouth wide open.
Although this guy's magic value was severely shaved off in the Gourd Realm, he did not reach the limit. His natural personality has not been distorted and changed, and his words are still a little careless.
"Of course we are going down! Do you think Elder Suishan is joking with us?" Wang Yu's voice was full of sarcasm as always. He had changed his axe, and now put on a thick armor, looking like More majestic.
It seems that he has entered the wrong school. It should be a certain martial arts sect. Joining the Ten Demon Sect seems to be a sign of inferiority.
"Then you should go down!" The man with the big mouth was reluctant to give up. He first distanced himself from Wang Yu, and then fought back.
Wang Yu sneered and just said: "Idiot!"
Then he stopped talking.
But his eyes were constantly looking around. When he found Ke Xiaoliang on the tree, Wang Yu smiled at Ke Xiaoliang with what he thought was a kind smile.
That grinning look, in Ke Xiaoliang's eyes, was a threat to Chi Guoguo.
Wang Yu walked under the tree, looked at Ke Xiaoliang, and then said: "Senior brother! What a coincidence! I remember... you still owe me five spiritual stones. When are you going to pay them back?"
Ke Xiaoliang responded: "Then you first pay back the ten you owe me."
When Wang Yu heard this, he held the ax in his hand and held the flower in his hand. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Senior brother, you are so stingy. You are so careless. I, Wang Yu, never repay the money I borrowed. Didn't anyone tell you? But no one has ever dared to owe. I, Wang Yu, will not repay the money. But I didn’t expect... you actually activated the demon seed."
Ke Xiaoliang was speechless and did not answer.
Wang Yu struck the tree with his axe, directly cutting a big gap in the ancient pine as hard as steel.
"Want to pretend to be inscrutable in front of me? You are not qualified enough! Dare you look down on me? Come down first, and then pay me back!" Wang Yu scolded.
Ke Xiaoliang stood on the branch, holding on to the tree pole, thinking of countermeasures.
Suddenly a copper hammer flew from not far away and hit Wang Yu hard on the back.
Wang Yu was hit so hard that he staggered and hit his forehead on a tree pole. A blood bag immediately swelled up on his head.
"Wang Yu! Just in time, let's fight!" Liu Lu, wearing a short shirt, rushed from not far away. While speaking, another sledgehammer was already hitting Wang Yu's head.
This style is simply outrageous.
Wang Yu picked up the axe, blocked Liu Lu's blow, took two steps back and said to Liu Lu: "Are you crazy?"
But Liu Lu didn't say anything, and he swung his sledgehammer and hit hard, in a completely life-threatening way.
Obviously if you can do it, you will never beep.
"It's great that you can activate the demon seed and survive the mouth of Elder Suishan..." A red shadow flashed past, and Xie Ying also jumped onto the branch, right next to Ke Xiaoliang, looking at it with obsession. By Ke Xiaoliang.
Dressed in red, although he has not been modified too much, his appearance seems to be more feminine.
And he's very good at using his strengths to his advantage.
When Ke Xiaoliang faced Wang Yu, he didn't have any psychological burden.
When I saw Xie Ying, all the hairs on my body stood up.
"Don't rush to Beilu. At this time, the poisonous miasma entrenched in Beilu cannot be solved by ordinary detoxification pills. Only after night falls, the corpse king living in the valley will appear. While swallowing the moonlight, it will also remove the poison. The miasma is inhaled into the body. At that time, the poisonous miasma in the northern foothills will be weakened a lot, and even if the true energy is circulated, it can still resist it for a while." Xie Ying seemed to know the northern foothills of Poison Centipede Mountain very well, and explained it to Ke Xiaoliang at this time.
"Thanks for letting me know! Someone was performing Chixiang in front of me. I'll go and see it first." With that said, Ke Xiaoliang jumped down from the ancient pine tree and broke into the crowd.
In the crowd, there are really people eating Xiang.
The one who eats is with his mouth wide open.
The person who forced him to eat Xiang was Wang Yu's distant uncle Wang Jue.
As a Mo N generation with a big backer behind him, Wang Jue is by no means a person who swallows his anger.
He had been in Qicheng before, repeatedly looking for Zhang Dazui, Liu Lu and others to take revenge.
Qicheng is not considered big even if it is said to be small.
Zhang Dazui repeatedly dodged, but he also escaped for a day or two.
Now it is still blocked here.
"There are a total of ten kilograms here, all fresh and steaming. If you have finished eating one stick of incense, I will let you go and forget about it. Otherwise, I only need to tell the senior brother in charge at the distribution office. We can send you to those hills with a very high casualty rate. You will never survive the next month if you are like you." Wang Jue made a blatant threat, but the people around him were not surprised.
The Demon N Generation uses its power to bully others, using its power to force the little Demon Cultivator with no background... Isn't this normal within the Demon Sect?
The powerless little demon cultivator, faced with oppression, would either choose to fight to the death or submit and be humiliated.
But no matter what choice he made, it seemed that what was waiting ahead was still a dead end.
He opened his mouth wide and his eyes were red, but he still had to lick his face, squeezed out a smile to please, looked at Wang Jue with a smile and said: "Eat! I will eat! I will eat right now!"
As he spoke, he reached out and stuffed a lot of Rexiang into his mouth.
Everyone around them felt nauseated when they saw it, but the food seemed to be particularly sweet with their mouths wide open.
"There's no collapse? No blackening?"
"Is it because Wang Jue didn't draw out his magic value? Or is he really persevering?"
"If it's the latter, then Zhang Dazui... I'm afraid I underestimated it before." Ke Xiaoliang stood in the crowd and saw this scene in his eyes. He decided to treat Zhang Dazui well if he opened the Huzhongjie again. Retrain, cultivate, and test one or two.
Perhaps the bottom line of this son's moral integrity is unfathomable...
