Say it's a big treason to the master

Gong Wutong didn't know that his two apprentices were talking about such exciting things, and they were still chatting with Shuangxiake.

Shuangxiake said: "Actually, Ming Shaozun... is not bad."

Gong Wutong glanced at him: "That's not what you said just now."

Shuangxiake laughed dryly: "I've never seen Ming Shaozun respect his teacher so much, and I didn't figure out the routine just now."

Gong Wutong still looked at him with the look of "Don't try to fool me again".

"Think about it." Shuang Xiake analyzed with him, "Respecting the teacher is actually very good. The more serious people are at the back, the more they can't control themselves. Is this the truth?"

Gong Wutong frowned: "But what if we don't come later?"

The guest under the frost choked.

"What if he can't open his mouth in this life?"

Shuangxiake said dryly: "Then... then the little saint should change someone as soon as possible."

Gong Wutong was a little reluctant.

Shuangxiake looked at him cautiously, and asked tentatively, "I've been wanting to ask you for a long time, little sage...why must it be Young Master Ming?"

Gong Wutong looked at him in confusion.

Shuangxia Guest: "Didn't you also take in two disciples? The more... what is it?"

"More than sixteen."

"Yes, monk Yue."

Shuangxiake wiped off his sweat, feeling that there should be no hope for Yue Ji Wang. These years, Gong Wutong didn't even tell himself about Yue Ji Wang. apprentice.

"There is another one, Sui Xiangfeng, everyone is a dragon and a phoenix among people."

Gong Wutong said as it should: "They are not so good-looking."

Under the Frost: "..."

Shuangxiake choked for a moment, he didn't expect such a superficial reason.

"What about the other people?" Shuang Xiake earnestly said, "Didn't the little saint think that other people are also good-looking? For example... who is Sect Master Yun?"

Gong Wutong immediately frowned when he heard this: "I don't like childhood sweethearts, I like sweethearts from heaven, and Yunlinjing is my junior brother, how can I be like a beast?"

Under the Frost: "..."

Junior brother, if you can't do it, you can deal with the junior disciples?

Shuang Xiake thought for a while, and then asked: "Then Young Master Ming...is there anything worthy of the little Holy Master's heart?"

Gong Wutong tilted his head: "Just... good-looking?"

The guest under the frost looked at him strangely.

Gong Wutong was still patiently thinking about the things that attracted him to Ming Xiuyi, but after thinking about it for a long time, he came up with a good-looking one, and even disturbed himself impatiently: "Whatever, I just like it anyway. He, wants to double cultivate with him."

Shuang Xiake was so choked that he almost rolled his eyes, and wanted to persuade him again, but Gong He, who was leading the way, turned around and said, "Who do you like?"

What Gong Wutong said, he didn't hide his wolfish ambition, and said loudly: "Ming Xiuyi."

Gong He glanced at him indifferently, and didn't say anything to him, just pointed forward casually: "Here we are."

The Zhaoyang Spirit Mine is under a piece of ancient withered trees. It looks as if it has been infested by the magic breath. Not a single blade of grass grows, not a single green leaf is seen.

"Hey." Gong Wutong said, "Guoyun River is more lively than here, is there anything down here?"

Gong He pinched the beads and urged his spiritual power to send a beads into the withered forest. The bead wrapped in the spiritual power of the Buddha had just touched the edge of the withered forest. As if alive, they swarmed up and crushed the bead into powder.

The three were startled.

There was also an ancient forest above the quarry just now, but that ancient tree was very friendly to humans, even if someone trespassed in it, they would just be tied upside down by their ankles and hang upside down for a moment.

It looks like a demonized dead tree here, but it is completely merciless. If it was a human being who leaned over just now, I am afraid it will be smashed to pieces just like the bead.

Gong He and Gong Wutong looked at each other: "Zhaoyang Marrow should be here."

If there are rare treasures in the secret realm, they must be guarded by spirits around them. Everyone knows this in their hearts, but even if they are well-informed, they have never seen such fierce spirits.

It seems that there is not only Zhaoyang marrow underneath.

Gong Wutong pinned the fan in his hand to his waist and became interested: "I'll go and have a look."

Gong He knew his temper, so he didn't try to stop him, but just reminded him: "Beware of poison."

Gong Wutong thought for a while, pressed the detoxification pill he refined on the bottom of his tongue, then held the jade sword, and jumped into the withered forest with his toes.

Shuangxiake's heart is hanging, he wants to stop Gong Wutong and doesn't want him to take risks, but the conversation between Gong Wutong and Gong He is so natural, so natural that it almost makes Shuangxiake think that Gong Wutong just went for a walk, not Into the tiger's lair that can tear people apart.

Gong He's face was full of meditation, and he fiddled with the Buddhist beads in a leisurely manner, with no trace of worry in his eyes.

Shuang Xiake thought to himself that this Buddha son was too calm.

At this moment, there was a violent wave of sword intent around, and Shuangxiake hurriedly turned his head to look over, and saw Gong Wutong in purple clothes floating on a dead tree branch, slowly wiped his jade sword, and rushed towards Shuangxiake He raised his eyebrows.

Under his feet, the vines that had just crushed the Buddhist beads into powder had been broken into pieces and scattered on the ground, and some of them trembled from time to time, as if they were alive, and looked creepy.

Under the Frost: "..."

Shuangxiake was stunned for a while, and then suddenly realized that Gong Wutong was not just a dandy who gags all day long, he was also a direct disciple of Jian Zunchen Wuxia, and that sword was so superb that it pierced the sky with one stroke.

Gong Wutong obviously already knows everyone who can promote his ability, but after getting along with him for a long time, almost everyone will regard him as someone who only knows "rebellious against me", "rose story book!", "tell me a little more" A little more" This kind of ignorant libertine.

Shuangxiake looked at the "remnants" all over the place, and suddenly felt that he was a fool who was really worried about Gong Wutong just now.

Gong Wutong fluffed the vine with a few fluttering pieces, and took the detoxification pill pressed on the bottom of the tongue as a jelly bean in his mouth. He sat on the branch and dangled his legs, and the hem of his clothes turned purple The waves are coming.

"This thing can move even if it's dead." Gong Wutong put his elbows on his knees, pointed at his chin with a smile and said, "I want to know what's buried underneath."

Gong He probably knew what it was, fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand, lowered his eyes slightly, and silently recited the Qingjing Jue several times.

Gong Wutong didn't let the two get involved, and jumped down from the tree flutteringly holding the sword, crushing the fluttering vines with one foot, and landed on an open space with the toes, the jade sword wrapped in vast spiritual power, broke through the air with a sound There was a tearing sound, and the sword intent slashed straight to the seam below where the spiritual power was the strongest.

I saw the sword intent blasting the ground out of a huge pit, and after the sound dissipated, there was a dead silence around, and even the sound of the wind could hardly be heard.

The silence was so terrifying that the guest under the frost didn't even dare to amplify the sound of breathing for fear of disturbing something.

Soon, after three breaths, countless dead branches and vines suddenly sprang out from the place where Gong Wutong's sword tip touched the ground, thicker than a person's waist, and stretched their teeth and claws straight into the sky.

Gong Wutong flew up, pointing to the tip of the vine, and jumped into the air.

Gong Wutong looked at the vine with teeth and claws, raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to urge the jade sword, the spiritual power circulating in his body suddenly froze for a moment, he lost his spiritual power for a while, and his whole body went straight to the dead branch that could strangle people drop in the pile.

The guest under the frost was frightened: "Little Holy One!"

Gong He, however, seemed to be in a trance, still reciting the sutras with his eyes downcast to calm his mind, as if he wasn't worried about Gong Wutong at all.

Gong Wutong has countless spiritual weapons on his body, even if he loses his spiritual power, he can't die. He was about to take off the silver ring on his wrist when he caught a glimpse of Sui Xiangfeng and Ming Xiuyi who were running not far away from the corner of his eye. pause.

Sui Xiangfeng said while running: "That must be Master's sword intent, to make Master even use his sword, must have encountered some powerful spirit beast!"

Ming Xiuyi looked solemn, and ran even faster.

He originally thought that Sui Xiangfeng's words meant that the master was in danger, but Sui Xiangfeng, who was out of breath, took a breath and added: "The presence of powerful spirit beasts means that there are good things around! Ahhh Ah, hurry! Run faster! Or you won't see me!"

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Gong Wutong's hand holding Yinhuan suddenly tapped lightly for some reason, the light flashed slightly, and a vine next to him suddenly seemed to lose control, came over sideways, wrapped around his waist with a snap, and pulled him straight to the ground. Throw away in mid-air.

The guest under the frost exclaimed: "Little Holy One——"

The vine didn't know what happened, after wrapping around Gong Wutong's waist, instead of strangling him, it even threw him far away.

Gong Wutong slammed directly into the distance, and just hit Ming Xiuyi who was running towards him.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi was caught off guard by being hit, and took a few steps back with the person in his arms before standing still, staring at Gong Wutong who was pressing on his shoulder in astonishment.

The light of the silver ring on Gong Wutong's wrist gradually extinguished, even though he was thrown so far, he didn't feel any lingering fear at all, as soon as he landed, he pulled up the broken vine around his waist and threw it into Ming Xiuyi's arms, glaring at him.

"Look at others, and then at you."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Hearing the familiar reprimand, Ming Xiuyi was at a loss, completely unaware of what he did wrong, and he didn't even know who that "other" was.

After Gong Wutong lost his virtue, he glanced at him: "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you that it's dangerous?"

Ming Xiuyi looked at the withered vine full of magic breath not far away, and replied obediently: "I am worried about Master."

Gong Wutong was immediately coaxed by this sentence, his eyes were bent, but his words were very duplicity: "Worry about what I am doing, if you get involved, you will only add to my confusion."

Ming Xiuyi didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile gently.

Sui Xiangfeng looked at Ming Xiuyi with a weird face on his face. He didn't even realize that he was still holding Gong Wutong's sleeve corner, and two fingers were unconsciously rubbing the unstitched clothes there. Finally, he knew why his little junior brother His fingers are full of Master's aura.

Dare to be contaminated in this way.