On how the cannon fodder attack is counterattacked by the protagonist

Everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back. Not everyone could bear the hidden anger and coercion of the Nascent Soul Dzogchen period, even if they were all Golden Core cultivation bases, they couldn't help their legs go weak.

"Don't be angry, little brother, this injury has nothing to do with us!" The tall and strong man repeatedly defended, but he couldn't produce any evidence under the man's cold gaze.

"Master, it hurts..."

The youthful cries of pain were very clear in the silent confrontation. Wei Qing felt as if his heart had been twisted, and he held the youth's hand and patted it lightly.

"Master blow it off and it won't hurt anymore. It's okay. After a while, Master will apply a good wound medicine to you."

The sound of blowing lightly brushed over the boy's scratched cheek, Wei Qing didn't lift his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, those people were all swept away by a powerful force.

Accompanied by the raging ice slag, the man's voice was extraordinarily cold and ruthless.

"This grudge, Wei will write it down first."

While waving his hands, he took out a soft couch from the storage bag and placed it in the weapon room. Wei Qing carefully placed the precious apprentice on the soft couch.

Only at this time did he see clearly the mottled scars of different sizes on the young man's body, many of which were very dense, obviously scratched out by countless long sword blades.

Daoist Wei's heart ached even more.

Ru Sang followed the man, watching the man carefully take care of the comatose teenager, cleaning the wound for a while, applying medicine gently for a while, and blowing from time to time, as if he could really blow away the pain.

Occasionally, the boy frowned and groaned in a low voice, which could make the man nervous, and it seemed unnecessary for him to stand by.

Ru Sang tugged at the hem of her clothes, found a place to sit cross-legged, and silently wiped the long whip in her hand, lowering her head, wondering what she was thinking.

Wei Qing's heart and eyes are now full of the injured little guy. After finally feeding the elixir and cleaning the wound, he sat next to the young man, took his hand, and slowly penetrated a trace of spiritual power.

Although he didn't pay attention to what those people from Guiyimen said just now, he still listened to it after all. At this time, it was not only to investigate the boy's injuries, but also because of the... so-called demonic energy.

There were occasional obstructions in the movement of the spiritual power between the veins, probably due to serious internal injuries, but there was no sign of the magic power raging, the group of guys either misread it, or they were just making excuses.

It's just that the system said that the juvenile's joy suddenly increased. Why?

[I can only see specific values ​​here, and the reason is not clear. ] Ji Ming adjusted the high-tech screen in front of him, looked at a series of values ​​and said honestly.

[However, the increase in the protagonist's joy is nothing more than the fact that he has encountered something that makes him happy, and it may be that he has obtained some powerful weapon. 】

The setting of Xuantian Secret Realm is also included in the original book. Ji Ming vaguely remembers that there is a great artifact in the second level of realm. According to the thick halo on the protagonist's head, he might have encountered it.

It's just that if he remembers correctly, the magic weapon is a magic weapon. Although the protagonist shows signs of cultivating magic in the later stage of the attack, it makes no sense that the progress is suddenly accelerated.

After thinking about it, Ji Ming planned to remind him aloud, but then he realized that he couldn't speak at all, while Yuanyuan's main system, which looked like a computer, glanced coldly.

In a cold sweat, Ji Ming remembered that he couldn't tell the host about important things related to the plot.

Um, big brother Wei, you are always working hard.

After listening to the system's explanation, Wei Qing frowned slightly, let go of the hand holding the boy's pulse, and began to automatically make up a scene of killing people and seizing treasures.

Well, it was probably because his kid was so lucky that he got an excellent spiritual weapon, but was accidentally seen by people from the Guiyi sect, and that's why he was hunted down later.

Heh, killing people and seizing treasures is not uncommon in the cultivation world, and Wei Qing has a deep sense of it. Wasn't it the same when his Qingyin was born?

It's just that when this matter fell on his apprentice, Wei Qing was very upset.

It took a long time for the boy lying on the soft couch to show signs of waking up. Wei Qing hurriedly leaned forward, and heard a word urgently uttered from the dry lips of the boy—"water."

The fingers moved slightly, and a stream of clear water gathered at the fingertips, which flowed into the boy's mouth under the control of the man. However, the boy's mouth was tightly closed, and very little water could flow into his mouth, and he kept crying for thirst.

Wei Qing glanced at Ru Sang not far away, who lowered his head and concentrated on wiping the weapon, and then looked at the apprentice in front of him who was frowning tightly and full of pain.

In the bewildering pain, the body seemed to be sinking and floating in the endless sea of ​​suffering, and even the slightest movement would cause unspeakable pain.

Every piece of flesh, every bone, and every tendon rubbed against each other as if they were dismantled and reassembled. The surging spiritual power enveloped every trace of demon energy and clamored to attack the whole body. Zhong Wu was so painful that he wanted to shout!

This is even more painful than when he just practiced the "Jiuli Heart Method", wrapping the demonic energy with spiritual power. Every inch of his nerves is tempting him to give up struggling, just sinking into this sea of ​​suffering, never waking up...

Until a trace of cold spiritual power penetrated into the veins, like a bright light in the endless sea of ​​suffering, his chaotic thoughts were cleared up for a moment.

It seemed that because of this trace of spiritual power, the pain became less obvious.

Immediately afterwards, the coolness on his lips, which should be water, sprinkled on his burning lips. He really wanted to open his mouth to suck, but the pain and confusion made all his movements extremely slow and strenuous.

A pair of soft lips were overturned, very nice to the touch, a thin piece, soft and cool, with a scent he was familiar with, slowly rolling over his chapped lips, sucking in a trace of coolness.

At that moment, Zhong Wu felt that the suppressed magic power and desire in his body was like a beast about to break free from the shackles, encouraging him to plunder more, and he had to work hard to suppress this impulse.

He knew who the person in front of him was, his master... was kissing him.

It doesn't matter what the cause is, what matters is the result.

Wei Qing, who was concentrating on feeding his apprentice, didn't realize that the other party was already awake, until the chapped lips were wet and began to suck his lips unconsciously, then his eyes widened suddenly, and he took a step back.

Fortunately, fortunately, it was not discovered by the apprentice.

Looking at the young man who woke up and sat on the soft couch rubbing his forehead in a daze, Daoist Wei's pounding heart calmed down a little.

"Is it better?" He stabilized his tone, and his voice was calm and calm.

Zhong Wu looked sideways, his slightly long forehead hair blocked his red dotted eyes, and he just stared at the man's lips, looking at the bright red lips being sucked, with an inexplicable expression.

Wei Qing was so stared at by him that his heart was pounding, and he subconsciously wanted to wipe his mouth, but wouldn't it be a cover-up?

Hold on, hold on, don't panic, this wave can be hidden.

The man who was thinking in this way had an extremely indifferent expression, and the slightly raised corners of his eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of aloofness, which made the boy's stomach tighten when he saw it.

"I'm much better, thank you Master." Zhong Wu looked away and stared at his tattered robe, not daring to let the man see his strangeness.

Wei Qing followed his gaze, and when he saw the young man in ragged clothes, he blamed himself again: Oh, my God, he actually forgot to change his apprentice into clean clothes!

So another Taoist robe that Wei Daochang had when he was young was turned out and placed on the edge of the soft couch, then Wei Qing turned his back to the young man and said, "Ahem, let's get a new one."

Zhong Wu glanced at the Taoist robe beside him, his eyes lit up, is this a blessing in disguise?

He took the Taoist robe and thanked the man's back sweetly, ignoring a young man who looked at the two of them in surprise, Zhong Wu happily changed into new clothes.

Oh, of course, he must wash off the dirt on his body before he can put on the master's clothes, ah, there are even close-fitting obscene clothes...

Daoist Wei, who turned his back and listened to the rustling behind him, suddenly realized that something was wrong, why did he take out the obscene clothes he wore at that time, there must be these close-fitting clothes in the apprentice's storage ring.

But he took it all out, and he couldn't take it back. Anyway, both of them are men, as long as the apprentice doesn't mind that he wore it.

In fact, Wei Qing didn't know that his apprentice not only didn't mind, but was very happy on the contrary.

Ji Da System, who has always been very concerned about this kind of gossip, chuckled silently.

After putting on the clothes, Zhong Wu obediently sat cross-legged on the soft couch, even though he wanted to throw himself on the man very, very much at the moment, hug him tightly, and tell him that he missed him even if he was only separated for a short while.

But Zhong Wu is also very clear that he can't do this, the magic power on his body has not completely calmed down, he is worried that he will be discovered if he gets too close to the man.

The master has an incomplete version of "Jiuli Heart Method". Although Jiuli Demon Lord has repeatedly emphasized that his concealment method is very clever, there is no absolute in everything.

He chose to use magic to enter Taoism, and he still doesn't regret it to this day, but subconsciously, he still hopes to hide it from the man, maybe because he doesn't want to see the disappointed expression on the man's face.

In the end, I will be a little disappointed, Zhong Wu thought.

So now he chooses the two mind methods to practice together, even though the devil warns him that it is easy to go crazy.

But that's okay, he has his measure.

After the apprentice tidied himself up, the master began to ask questions.

A certain apprentice who pretended to be very well-behaved and gentle was very cooperative and told his own master about his experience after entering the second stage. Of course, it was a whitewashed experience.

What Zhong Wu said was similar to what Wei Qing had guessed. After the boy separated from them, he was randomly teleported to a room full of spirit swords.

Wei Qing watched the young man take out the high-grade spirit sword he had chosen at random, and was a little flustered in the wind. He silently hid the middle-grade sword that he had originally chosen for his apprentice behind his back.

Ru Sang, who sat not far from the pair of master and apprentice with a long whip in his arms, looked back and forth for a moment with his big eyes, feeling strange in his heart, and finally chose to remain silent.

Zhong Wu naturally noticed the man's small movements. In fact, he has now formed a golden elixir, and has rushed to the late stage of the golden elixir by virtue of the contract with the magic sword, but the foundation is not yet stable.

As a result, the young man who had developed five senses could even see clearly what the thing hidden behind the man looked like, and the smile on his face grew stronger immediately.

However, he didn't dismantle it right away, instead he finished the set of rhetoric he had made up first.

"...After I came out of that room, I ran into a group of people who claimed to be disciples of Gui Yi. When they saw that I had a high-grade spiritual weapon in my hand, they couldn't help but say that they wanted to come up and grab it. I ran all the way and called for help, but those people didn't Slandering me with devilish energy, no one is willing to come up to rescue me."

What the young man said was miserable, and Wei Qing was both distressed and angry when he heard it. Of course, he would not doubt his apprentice, so it was inevitable that he would point the finger at the people of Gui Yimen, and he even blamed the young man's injuries on the other party's head .

Zhong Wu looked at the man's concerned eyes, feeling a little guilty in his heart, he just made a mistake, he couldn't tell Master how the injury came about.

Moreover, those disciples of Guiyi had indeed suffered a lot of new injuries. If it wasn't for the teleportation talisman given by the master and the guidance of Jiuli Demon Lord, he would not have been able to find the man so quickly, and he might have died in the hands of the other party.

Thinking of how he escaped from that terrifying sword formation, he couldn't help but feel a little scared even though his mind is much tougher now.

In Wei Qing's eyes, his expression was naturally even more distressed, and he scolded those who belonged to the same sect severely in his heart.

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