I'm not a psychopath!

"Hiss!"

A disciple from the First Peak was awakened from his meditation. He looked in the direction of the breath and was immediately shocked.

He saw a group of masked bandits walking on the road with great momentum. What was even more terrifying was the breath of these people!

Each of them was like the emperor himself.

His legs were weak and he couldn't help but kneel down.

Jiang Qing and others did not hide their anger and walked up the mountain with great momentum.

"Senior Brother Shen!"

Jiang Qing called out.

It turned out that a brave disciple was observing them through the crack in the door.

Shen Chengxian was wearing a black hood and a nightgown that was specially modified to show his chest muscles. He was in a fierce posture.

His pectoralis major muscles were shaking wildly!

But in the eyes of the disciples on the opposite side, the emperor was so imposing that the tight nightgown showed off his lean flesh, like a dragon.

His chest was even more explosive.

The man's chest was like the eyes of Xing Tian. He felt that he was locked by a pressure from ancient times, and then as his chest muscles trembled, it seemed that the space also began to vibrate and twist at a high frequency.

Then the avenue began to annihilate, and the chain of the order of heaven and earth also collapsed! ! !

This vibration seemed to be transmitted to him!

His heartbeat accelerated, his hands and nose sweated, and he fell to the ground before he could close the door.

He fainted.

‘My chest muscles! ’ Shen Chengxian was secretly happy. This was indeed a supreme god road, but he did not show it and returned to the team calmly.

Jiang Qing took a look inside and then signaled to continue moving forward.

Along the way, wherever they passed, all the lights were turned off and the doors were closed, and there was no sound.

Finally, the masked people stopped.

In front of them stood a loft, which was exquisitely constructed and carved with jade, and looked particularly magnificent.

On the lintel of the loft were several large characters, written in vigorous strokes, which read: ‘Xuan Yi’.

Jiang Qing glanced at the list in his hand.

"Xuan Chengzi."

Jiang Qing and his senior brothers looked at each other.

Beat him!

Xuan Chengzi soon realized that the defense array of the house was broken, and he was about to get up to check.

He saw more than 20 emperors rushing in, and his mind was blank at this moment.

Then countless terrifying fists and feet bombarded him, until he was beaten into a pig head, and then he was hit on the back of the neck by a palm, and fainted. In the end, he didn't understand what happened.

Sleepless tonight.

The pig head plague continued to spread in the first peak.

Luo Hua pushed open the door of Lingxu Palace.

He went straight to the backyard bedroom.

Elder Lingxu was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and suddenly felt a breath approaching. Soon, a shadow appeared at the door of the bedroom, with his head held high.

Holding a mop.

"Disciple? What's wrong with you?"

"Master, you are old!" Luo Hua interrupted and strode towards Elder Lingxu.

Elder Lingxu was a little touched at first, wondering if his mentally retarded disciple had finally come to his senses and understood how to care about his master.

The next moment.

A mop stabbed him in the face.

And it was full of domineering aura, so Lingxu was stunned for a moment and didn't dodge.

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Feeling the force coming from the mop head.

Lingxu immediately realized the real situation. He grabbed the mop and slowly moved it away. He got even more angry when he looked closely. This stupid disciple was still holding a pacifier?

Lingxu didn't understand. He was very normal when he first accepted him as a disciple.

Why is he like a mentally retarded person now?

'Master is really strong.' Luo Hua thought to himself. Fortunately, he had created the Daluo Mop Skill.

"Master, I will prove myself today. Who said that it is difficult to cultivate the Great Dao with a mop? All kinds of weapons in the world have the same goal, whether it is a stick, a gun or a mop."

"What's the difference?"

Luo Hua rotated the mop.

There was a big move hidden inside, flying like a net, spreading towards Elder Lingxu.

"Ah!"

Elder Lingxu wiped the stains on his face, and smelled the smell before he got close to his nose. He really couldn't imagine that his disciple would be so perverted.

He was furious and said, "You traitor!"

"I can't break your dog legs, and I still want to mop you! You hold a mop all day long, tell me! Who drugged you?"

"You dare to run?"

Luo Hua accidentally became an insider, and made Elder Lingxu angry to death. He didn't pay attention to what happened outside the hall until the next day. Elders.

Why do they all have pig heads?

Jiang Qing happily returned to his residence.

But looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes bulged out, his body limp, and he knelt on the ground.

The house is gone! !

There were only a few broken tiles and bricks left on the spot, and the bright green blue cow, still chewing stones in its mouth.

The fence of the cattle pen was also gnawed, and the calves and horses he had raised for a long time all escaped and disappeared.

"Brother."

"I'm here to find you, brother!" Qin Xiaosui's voice reached his ears from a distance, and he landed beside Jiang Qing with a small pillow.

"Hey, brother, where is your room?"

Jiang Qing: "＊ @%∞"

What a joke.

Then he turned to look at Qin Xiaosui, and said with despair: "Little sister, what are you doing here with a pillow? Were you driven out by the master again?"

"No~"

'Your expression has betrayed you! ' Jiang Qing was a little speechless. He shouldn't have left the blue cow in the room. Now it's a problem where to sleep at night.

He stood where the bed was originally, and just lay down, trying to use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed.

And comforted himself:

"It's a small matter, it's all a small matter, it's not a big problem, it's good to use the world as a blanket, and it can also absorb the essence of moonlight, feel the breeze floating, the insects and birds singing, and the life of all things"

Suddenly.

He felt someone pulling his trouser legs.

"Little sister, don't make trouble. Senior brother has no place to live. You should take the pillow back."

"Why don't you listen?"

Jiang Qing frowned and sat up, and found that Qin Xiaosui was riding on the back of the green ox.

The one who pulled the trouser legs was

"Fuck, I only have this set of clothes left, you stupid ox!"

"I'll kill you!"

It was not easy to tie the ox.

Jiang Qing returned to the original place and lay down, suppressed the anger in his heart, and kept saying to himself: 'As a cultivator, we should not be impatient, and suffering will only make me stronger. '

"Tick-tock-tick-tock-"

Jiang Qing suddenly opened his eyes.

He touched the water droplets on his face with his fingers, then looked up at the sky, swish!

The heavy rain fell.

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Jiang Qing couldn't hold it anymore, and he suppressed the urge to kill the blue bull with a sword.

This bull is indeed extraordinary in a sense. Before he can figure it out, he should keep it alive.

"Brother, it's raining!"

Qin Xiaosui hid beside Jiang Qing, holding up a spiritual shield, and liked to stretch out his hands to catch the rain.

Jiang Qing suddenly found out.

Junior sister seems to never be troubled, no matter what she faces.

'I still need to learn from junior sister, forget it.' He took Qin Xiaosui's hand.

The figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

He had dug a cave in the mountain before. Although it was a little dim, it was better than being outside in the rain.

Jiang Qing lay down on the stone bed. It was a habit for him to sleep every three days. Although meditation can restore spirit faster, occasionally emptying the brain and having a good sleep will make people feel happy all over.

As for the junior sister.

She seemed to sleep and play every day, and it seemed that she didn't practice very hard.

Cultivation is like riding a rocket.

Qin Xiaosui blinked his eyes, blushed slightly, hugged the small pillow, pushed Jiang Qing into it, and then lay down beside him.

No words were spoken that night.

Early the next morning.

Jiang Qing led the blue ox to the Lingbao Hall. He had to figure out what this ox was!