Han Ting Xiugu [Cultivation]

What a lofty place Penglai is, it is the top of the avenue.What is the devil world? It is a miasma abandoned by the heavens.The two also deserve to be compared?His senior brother is innocent in the world, and he would never do such a careless thing!Su Xuanji squeezed the ball and popped it, unintentionally glanced at the door, but was startled suddenly.Wen Renxiao, who was standing there silently before, disappeared at some point.Speaking of which, he had never seen a disciple with such a face inside or outside Penglai.

However, before he could think about it, he heard the people below start talking again and again.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"But I heard from Zhang Shan's real voice, it doesn't mean that he is very old and dead."

The voice of these words became lower and lower.Probably the person who said this sentence also knew that he was embarrassed to mention it.

Su Xuanji guessed wildly in his heart, he was not sure, and he couldn't find a clue.But he felt like a general, and slammed the table: "Shut up, everyone except the disciples of the highest peak, everyone is going to fight! It's about Penglai's lifeblood, honor the dignity of the Lord, even if the fish dies and the net is broken, as long as there is any Penglai disciple present, This battle must never be lost!"

The strength of the voice is strong and inspiring--

Turning around, I cried a lot.

There is nothing wrong with Golden Lighting's second-in-command, except that tears are worthless.

For the first time, Penglai, who had never interacted with the outside world, took the initiative to put on military armor and came out of the South China Sea one after another. Demon soldiers riding rhinoceros and iron shields had already lined up at the Weishui River. If it weren't for Penglai's golden mask, Da Luo would not be able to wear it. It is clear that these Xianlou Qiongyu are probably under the iron cavalry of monsters at this moment.The vegetation is withered, the casualties are everywhere, and the desolation——

However, everyone forgot one thing.

No one went to collect the body.

The waves of the endless sea beat the reef lonely.This piece of land is curled up in a corner of heaven and earth, so desolately that even birds will not pass by.The golden thread that symbolizes the day has fallen. If it weren't for the faint flames on the ground that lasted for a long time, this place would be like an abandoned cage without seeing the light of day.People doubt whether they are still alive.

Rong Tingfang, who was said to be terribly dead in the world, opened his eyes in this desolate silence.

He moved his fingers, found that it was acceptable, and exhaled again.

The years of unconsciousness do not know the passage of time, his memory is still stuck in the injury of Yu Qiuyuan's golden core exploding body, and because those ghosts exhausted their cultivation, he had no choice but to take the initiative to disperse his body, so as not to lose his sanity .Ordinary people die when they die, leaving only the soul. If even the soul disappears, this person will not be found in the world.

But Rong Tingfang is different.

Heaven will destroy him not once or twice, if he died so easily, he would not be standing here.

After confirming that she could move, Rong Tingfang supported the ground, staggered up, and the first thing she did was search around.The sneak attacking ghost clansmen died in the fire, and the rest were wiped out by him.Right now, the place is deserted, and there are no shadows of ghosts.He coughed a few times and took a light breath——a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

He didn't find Yu Qiuyuan, not even a trace of ashes.

It seems that the other party is really dead.

Unfortunately, he will never know why Yu Qiuyuan blocked the sword for him in the end.Just like Yu Qiuyuan, he would never know that Rong Tingfang saw the Demon Slayer Sword that was coming towards their hearts one step ahead of him.

No one is more familiar with the breath of resentment and demonic energy than Rong Tingfang. Wouldn't it be a joke to kill a demon with a magic sword catalyzed by resentment.But Yu Qiuyuan is different, he is an authentic pure Yang body.Touch and die.

Knowing that he is a pure yang body and can't touch a yin thing, he still wants to come up to the sword, and forgets about not showing his back to the enemy. He is either stupid or intentional.Although there was no trace of the hole on the chest, I always felt that something was wrong with my body, probably hurting my vitality.Rong Tingfang coughed a few times, thinking about it, while planning to leave this place.

But when he moved his feet, he felt a strange feeling.

Something grunted faintly.

"..."

Obviously stepped on something.

The ground fire reflected a faint light, jumping in Rong Tingfang's eyes that were as silent as an abyss - and also illuminated a lump on the ground that was obviously protruding, soft, not as hard as a rock.He squatted down and flicked with his fingers.Soft and plump to the touch.

Then the lump spoke.

The voice was weak, and the chirping was inaudible.

"Help me up."

It hummed twice and stretched out its weak wings.

"It's too dirty here."

"..." Rong Tingfang squatted there, stared at its black bean-like eyes for a long time, and said, "Not as dirty as you."

It's still tile row here.

Rong Tingfang was still the only one.

The only difference is that there is an extra chicken.

A charred chicken that was completely blackened and its tail was burnt off.

It's not easy to bake it like this and still be alive.

Rong Tingfang thought deeply.

But he soon regretted it.

If Rong Tingfang knew that the consequence of ignoring it would be being hugged tightly like a 'mother', he might not poke it with his fingers.If time can be turned back, Rong Tingfang must trample it to death before leaving.But time can't turn back, just like Yu Qiuyuan won't come back to life because of this—wait a minute, why did he think of Yu Qiuyuan again.

Rong Tingfang looked at the chicken in front of him indifferently.Short and fat, he squatted solemnly, with eyes the size of black beans, very imposing - as if he was not squatting on his chest, but its socket.

He grabbed the fat chicken off his body expressionlessly and threw it aside.But who knew that the fat chicken was not happy, when Rong Tingfang was about to let go, it flapped its wings and grabbed Rong Tingfang's sleeve with its claws.

Rong Tingfang frowned, he shook his sleeves, but it was useless.Break off the chicken's claws. Although the chicken is fat, it is still flexible, and it changes its claws.Until Rong Tingfang became impatient with a chicken hanging on his sleeve, and forcibly tore the sleeve open.The fat chicken had no choice but to hold the half of the sleeve, rolled to the ground, and stood firmly on the place where the sleeve was covered.

"..."

He finally understood that this chicken was really afraid of getting dirty.

Rong Tingfang said, "What are you?"

The fat chicken looked at him with black beans.

"say."

The fat chicken continued to stare at him with black beans.

"..." It seemed like she was going to play dumb to the end.

It's okay to play dumb, Rong Tingfang doesn't like nonsense.He stretched out two fingers and grabbed the corner of half of the sleeve. "I think you should understand that there will be no normal living things here in Waxing. The fire here is still warm, and a roasted chicken is fine." After speaking, he pulled the fabric hard with his fingers, and the fat chicken was round. Liuqiu's body was immediately covered in ashes from the fire.

Rong Tingfang watched as the chicken flipped over quickly as if it had been scalded, fluttered its two wings that were too short to fly, and grabbed his feet at an extremely fast speed——standing on his feet on the boots.

"..."

This time Rong Tingfang understood, if you don't train, you can't become a talent.Without saying a word, he picked up the chicken wings and planned to throw the chicken into the ground fire.

Fat Chicken finally couldn't hold back anymore.

With a weak tone, it justly accused Rong Tingfang.

"Taking advantage of the danger of the chicken, you are still not human!"

"..."

Rong Tingfang paused, and proved that he was not with practical actions.

Just a second before he was about to die, Fat Chicken finally begged for mercy in time.

"Hero! Hero!"

Rong Tingfang kept chickens under his command, and said a word coldly. "explain."

……

The fat chicken was being carried, and the angle of view happened to be facing Rong Tingfang's chest that was stained with dust and not so white.It was silent for a moment, then covered its eyes with its short and powerful wings. "It's not my luck, it's a long story."

So--

"Do you know pheasants?"

Pheasant——

Rong Tingfang looked at the fat chicken holding his hands with its wings for a long time, Fang said: "Isn't that a chicken?"

Pheasant Pheasant, that is, a good-looking, colorful chicken.

"..."

Fat dick has been around for a long time.

"One is a colorful spirit feather, and the other is an ordinary poultry. They are different."

Rong Tingfang remained silent.

Fat Chicken has a ghost in his heart, so he is naturally clever, and said sharply: "You don't believe it?"

"No." Rong Tingfang looked at it, "I was just wondering what misunderstandings you have about yourself."

Also colorful spirit feathers.The hair was so burnt that it was impossible to tell what kind of bird it was.

It hurts to mention this fat chicken.

"If it wasn't for you, would I have become like this? You didn't set it on fire!"

Thinking of this, it sneered, its heart still a little sore.

"Without me saving you, you would have died long ago."

The author has something to say: In Fangfang's eyes, poultry is an ordinary chicken, an ordinary chicken that can be eaten.

He has no aesthetics for aliens.