"Earlier you said you didn't know why the longevity fruit appeared in that young man's body, but in fact, I think you already know the answer."

On the way to the market, Li Zhoujun said to Bing Aoqing.

"Could it be that the one-armed old blacksmith really planted the fruit in that young man's body? Isn't this impossible?" Bing Aoqing said in disbelief.

After all, it seemed that the old blacksmith was treating the young man well.

"Everything in this world is easy to guess, because the answer is there. It's just right or wrong. But people's hearts are complex and unpredictable, which is the most difficult to guess." Li Zhoujun smiled and said: "Of course, I also hope

Our guess was not correct."

Although Li Zhoujun never used his 50-50 ability to examine the one-armed old blacksmith, it was obvious that the one-armed old man had a temperament that ordinary people could not possess.

Moreover, the longevity fruit can regenerate a person's severed limbs. The one-armed old blacksmith happened to be missing an arm, which is hard not to make people suspicious.

"According to your judgment, how long will it take for the longevity fruit to mature?" Li Zhoujun asked.

"At most three months." Bing Aoqing thought for a while and said.

"Yes." Li Zhoujun nodded, without saying any more, and continued walking with Bing Aoqing to the market in the center of the town.

Wearing a green shirt, he is an elegant and handsome young man.

There is also a woman with a cold face who does not like fireworks.

It's hard not to attract attention when Li Zhoujun and Bing Aoqing, who have extraordinary magnanimity, step into the small town market.

Many women in small towns were captivated by Li Zhoujun's appearance almost the moment they saw him.

This is no exaggeration at all.

In the ancient society of Li Zhoujun's previous life, there was a beautiful man who was so handsome that he was watched crazily and died.

On the roadside of the market, there was a thin old man in ragged clothes lying like a beggar.

One of the old man's legs was hanging on the ground, as if he was powerless.

When Li Zhoujun and Bing Aoqing stepped into the market, he looked at Bing Aoqing's figure with some surprise on his face: "First-grade Immortal Emperor?"

"Cripple Lu, this woman is a woman from the Ice Spirit Tribe in the Immortal Realm. Take her and refine the Mysterious Ice Pill for me!" At this moment, an excited voice sounded in the mind of the thin old man.

Lv Laizi looked helpless and said: "Sir, the fruit of longevity is about to mature. It would be bad if there are too many troubles now, right? The young man next to the Ice Spirit Tribe woman seems to be quite strong. The lame man can't see through him."

"What, are you questioning me?" The voice in Lu Laizi's mind said angrily.

Lu Laizi's expression changed: "Cripple doesn't dare, go and capture that Ice Spirit Tribe woman!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Laizi took a sip of the wine in the syrup-filled gourd in his hand, got up from the ground, and then limped towards Li Zhoujun and Bing Aoqing.

Li Zhoujun and Bing Aoqing, who were about to pick vegetables from a vegetable stall, were slightly startled when they saw the cripple who was limping like a beggar in front of them.

Li Zhoujun thought it was a man who came up to beg, maybe because he was troublesome. Without saying a word, Li Zhoujun threw a complete silver ingot to the lame man who looked like a beggar.

Lu Laizi casually grabbed the silver and easily caught it. Looking at the silver in his hand, he put it into his arms with a smile.

This move made Li Zhoujun slightly stunned.

Then he directly chose to have a fifty-fifty fight with this cripple Lu.

Ninth-grade Immortal Emperor!

Li Zhoujun was slightly surprised when he saw the lame man's cultivation.

It seems that this lame man probably came here for the longevity fruit.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir, but Cripple Lu still has to ask you to borrow the girl next to you, and you won't return it until you return it." Cripple Lu chuckled.

When Bing Aoqing heard this, her expression condensed.

At the same time, Cripple Lu took action, appearing in front of Bing Aoqing almost instantly, grabbing Bing Aoqing's body with a big hand with yellow nails.

But just when Lu Laizi's big hand was about to catch Bing Aoqing, his wrist was grabbed by a slender and beautiful hand, preventing him from moving forward.

Lu Laizi looked at the slender but iron-hooked palm on his wrist, his expression condensed.

The owner of this slender hand is naturally Li Zhoujun.

At this moment, Li Zhoujun used his ability to be evenly matched with Lu Laizi and grabbed his hand, but there was still no problem.

As for the Immortal Emperor's blow, Li Zhoujun had no intention of wasting it on the cripple, unless the cripple Lu annoyed Li Zhoujun. At that time, Li Zhoujun did not recommend sending the cripple Lu away at once.

"Ninth-grade Immortal Emperor?" Lu Laizi seemed to feel the power contained in Li Zhoujun's hand, and his expression condensed, and he was shocked in his heart.

"Haha, sir, I'm just joking with you." Lu Laizi said with a smile on his face.

"Get out of here while I'm not angry." Li Zhoujun said with a smile to Cripple Lu. After saying that, Li Zhoujun let go of Cripple Lu's wrist.

The corners of Cripple Lu's mouth twitched. Although this young man spoke with a smile, it made people feel a little chilly. After thinking about it, Cripple Lu didn't waste any time and turned around and left.

The brief fight between Li Zhoujun and Lu Laizi did not attract crowds of people in the market to watch. It was as if these people had not seen this scene.

"Trash." As Lu Laizi turned to leave, the previous voice came in his mind, but that voice did not force Lu Laizi to continue.

After all, Lu Laizi couldn't take down a ninth-grade Immortal Emperor, so he could only take action for a short time, and he only had one chance to take action, and he still had to save the longevity fruit.

Lu Laizi listened to the curse in the voice in his mind, and wanted to say something in his heart, you can do it!

But Cripple Lu endured it and chose to continue to accept the situation.

The voice in my mind was a demon monk who practiced ice-attributed techniques, the clone of Hanxin Demon Lord.

This is also the reason why Hanxin Demon Lord is targeting Bing Aoqing.

In other words, why he met Demon Lord Hanxin was after he and three other people joined forces to plant the longevity fruit.

At that time, he had something to do. When he went out to the mortal realm, he met Demon Lord Hanxin, who was about to expire. At first, Demon Lord Hanxin wanted to kill him and eat his flesh and blood. In order to protect himself, he told Demon Lord Hanxin that he would live forever.

fruitful things.

After Han Xin Demon Lord found out about this, he left a clone for Lu Cripple, while the original body went into seclusion in order to reduce the loss of vitality.

Moreover, Han Xin Demon Lord also promised Lv Cripple that if he obtained the longevity fruit, he would help Lv Cripple cure his lameness, which was forbidden by the Immortal Master level monk and could not be recovered.

Lu Laizi didn't know whether Demon Lord Hanxin would keep his promise, but his life and death were in the hands of Demon Lord Hanxin. So what if he didn't believe it?

at the same time.

With Lu Laizi leaving.

Bing Aoqing asked Li Zhoujun hesitantly, "That cripple just now..."

"It's nothing serious. Keep picking out the food. You will cook today." Li Zhoujun said without caring at all.

"All right……"
Chapter completed!