After hundreds of years of practice, the foundation of the heart is solid. As long as Su Jing is willing, the pink in his eyes is like the withered bones in his heart, and his breasts are no different from the stubborn stone. Su Jing raised his hand and pressed it, and the fire element was gently sent in. It did not hurt anyone. But it was the enchantress.
, chuckled, as if feeling itchy.
After a moment, the orange-red monkey burst into laughter and praised: "It's so hot!" With a twist of its body, it suddenly jumped out of the ditch. It also grew in size and became the size of an ordinary monkey when it landed.
.This is respect. Although Su Jing's realm and cultivation are not worth mentioning in the eyes of monkeys, the pure fire essence in his body is only seen by monkeys in their lifetime!
The monkey stared and asked, "What kind of fire technique are you doing?"
"The sun is really fire." Su Jing also had a look of surprise on his face, and asked afterward: "What is your fire method?" 'Please give me your hand' is a test, and this process is mutual. At the same time that the monkey discovered Su Jing's fire method, Su
Jing can also feel its demonic essence.
Su Jing's knowledge is not bad. He met many fire cultivators in Middle-earth. After coming to the Southern Wilderness, he lived with Huandou day and night. He knew all kinds of fire methods, but he had never seen the monkey's fire, which was domineering and pure.
Needless to say, it also has a heavy and heavy meaning.
The monkey did not hide anything: "I was born thousands of miles underground, in a river of lava and fire. What kind of fire do you think I am?"
Su Jing suddenly realized: "Stone fire, earth fire! No wonder."
The monkey was naughty by nature and imitated Su Jing's example: "Yanghuo, Tianhuo! No wonder you!" Then he took out three small wine jars from his bag and said with a smile: "Good fire is hard to find, please drink from me."
Baby wine!"
Fan Qiao also followed suit, took one of the jars and opened the mud seal with the talisman wrapped around it. Then... she didn't dare to drink.
What kind of wine is in this jar? The hot breath is rushing to the face, and the bright red color is hot to the eyes. It is clearly a jar of flaming lava, but it also clearly has a strong aroma of wine.
Su Jing experimented and took a small sip. Then he jumped up as high as if he had stepped on an iron nail while walking. He grinned and stuck out his tongue, but he smiled, and laughed extremely happily.
Said: "It's so hot and the wine is so good!"
Monkey carries good wine with him, so he is naturally an alcoholic. Drunkards in this world are never afraid of others drinking their wine. They are only afraid that drinkers will not know what they are doing. Seeing that Su Jing is a knowledgeable person, Monkey is full of joy and smiles.
He became even more joyful: "That's why you feel hot because your cultivation level is too low... But having said that, if you cultivate deeply, you don't feel hot anymore, and the taste of this wine is much less intense!"
In one sentence, there were only fifty words, but the monkey drank up his bottle of wine one mouthful after another.
When people who like to play chess meet, they must study the chess game; when lustful people get together, they will naturally talk about women; when barbarians and monsters who specialize in fire skills meet, the topic of course cannot be separated from the word "fire".
Su Jing's realm is not up to par, and his magic power is not up to par, but he has been with "Golden Crow All Forms" day and night for nearly a hundred years. His knowledge of the path of fire is really good, not to mention that the monkey is a demon spirit born in fire.
The topics related to the secrets of luck and the power of spells were related to the power of fire, but they did not involve the secrets of each practice. The more the two chatted, the more speculative they became. The monkey listened, talked, and drank, as if this was the topic of conversation now.
The most delicious snacks in the world;
From the day Su Jing started to practice, no one could point out his fire method. He relied entirely on his own understanding of "Golden Crow All Forms" to move forward. Until now, he has accumulated a lot of questions. Different methods of practice can be solved by monkeys.
Although it did not arouse his doubts, what it said was indeed of great benefit to Su Jing.
The most precious thing for a cultivator is time, and the least valuable thing is also time. The yellow-skinned man and the magma monster were chatting happily, and before he knew it, a day and a night passed, and suddenly there was another knock on the door outside.
Fan Qiao stood up and opened the door... She was another enchantress, her clothes were quite neat, at least all the places that should be blocked were blocked. Her appearance was naturally very beautiful, but unlike other enchantresses who were so coquettish and exposed, she was 'restrained'
Yes, there are internal and external aspects to beauty. Other beauties are charming, but she is charming.
Furthermore, this woman carried an indescribable fragrance. Fan Qiao felt slightly shaken when she smelled it. She wished she could breathe harder and inhale all this indescribable fragrance.
Fan Qiao reflected on himself and immediately restrained himself, but his eyes couldn't help but look towards the woman's breasts... It wasn't that he couldn't control it, it was just due to inertia. He didn't know if another monkey would jump out.
Before Fan Qiao could speak, Fire Monkey smiled and said, "What kind of wind brings A Yan here?"
Ayan's mother smiled brightly and said to the monkey: "My greedy little bitch, smelling Alang's scent, searched and searched all the way, and found this place, but she was not looking for you."
Only then did Su Jing and Wang Guangchou realize that this enchantress was not the Enchantress of the Inn, but she should be the one who entered the competition.
The monkey said "Huh", looked back at Su Jing, and then back at Ayan: "You have a crush on him? What do you have a crush on him for?"
When the question came out of his mouth, the monkey seemed to understand it. He stretched out his hand and patted his forehead and said to himself: "You stupid thing, you have to ask this!" As he spoke, he stood up and looked up to the sky and burped wine, bringing a group of people with him.
Peng Heiyan stood on tiptoes and stretched his waist vigorously. He smiled at Su Jing and said, "Your beauty is here, so I won't bother you anymore. I'll talk to you next time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the monkey shrank, became the size of a thumb again, and returned to 'his own ditch'. The enchantress got up and left. As soon as he reached the door, the monkey suddenly asked Su Jing: "My name is Lie Lieer, what's your name?"
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"I am Shanxiwu, and his name is Shanxiyu."
Lie Lieer nodded, and the enchantress took him out. A moment later, the monkey's shouts echoed throughout the post house: "Shanxi Wu, Shanxi Fish and I can talk well, which immortal can't stand this?"
If you want to test these two yellow-skinned barbarians, you might as well come and chat with me, Lie Lieer, for a while first!"
You must know that Lie Lieer is one of the few fierce monsters in this post house. When he speaks, there are really not many people who dare to disobey.
Ayan's mother-in-law opened her mouth slightly, with a happy look on her face, and was happy for Su Jing: "Lilie'er is a monkey who suffers from headaches very quickly. It would be a good thing for you to be friends with him."
Su Jing waved his hand and collected the dozens of empty jars left by Lie Lie'er on the ground. They were inconspicuous wine jars, but they could hold lava liquor. Needless to say, they were all good things. Monkey didn't want them anymore, but Su Jing couldn't bear to part with them.
Still dropped.
After putting away the jar, Su Jing was about to speak when suddenly there was another knock on the door. The door was still open, and the visitor knocked gently to say hello.
The visitor this time was not a monster, but a tall and thin barbarian with blue-gray skin. The strangest thing was his eyes, which were huge whites with no black eyeballs and only a pinprick-like pupil in the middle.
They looked really scary, but there were so many uglier monsters in the Southern Wilderness that Fan Qiao didn't notice anything.
Su Jing's eyes twitched unconsciously. He was a barbarian, but he was more like a sword...
Ayan's beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was a little surprised: "Third hand? What are you doing here?"
Su Jing and Fan Qiao looked at each other. The three-handed man was also a powerful monster named by the white-skinned civil servant in the school competition. And... the three-handed man only had two hands, which looked normal.
"Li Lie'er was here when I came, and I was waiting. After I left for a while, you came again. I didn't want to wait any longer." The barbarian called Sanshou had a hoarse voice, and there was no tone at all when he spoke.
Ayan's brows widened and she smiled sweetly: "Don't want to wait any longer? What do you mean... you want to snatch this man from me?" As she said that, she walked to Sanshou with quick steps.
Man stood in front of him and breathed like a blue: "Do you know that men are the life of Ayan's mother, if you take my man away, you will take my life."
Su Jing had already understood that he could never understand the monsters and barbarians in this southern wilderness. If you don’t understand, then you don’t understand. Su Jing didn’t ask questions or urge him. He just stood aside and watched with a smile, as if he didn’t understand.
It's like he's doing something.
Sanshou refused to give in, but he also didn't want to fight with Ayan's mother like this. He shook his head and said: "I don't want to hurt him, I just want to ask a few questions. How long do you want to use him?"
Ayan's mother turned around and glanced at Su Jing, then she chuckled and answered Sanshou softly: "How long will it take... I don't say it, it depends on how long he can hold on. But he looks strong and strong
Yes, it shouldn’t be too soon.”
Sanshou was still expressionless and toneless: "I'm fast. It takes a stick of incense to do it. You let me go first."
It was just a matter of queuing up. How could Ayan's mother want to become an enemy of Sanshou for this reason? The other party's tone was no longer tough, so she gave up with a smile and told Sanshou Yinyin: "Then you have to hurry up.
Hurry up...I feel itchy in my heart, body, and everywhere while waiting. It's very unbearable."
After saying that, he turned back and smiled at Su Jing, swayed his waist and walked out of the door, leaving Su Jing temporarily to Sanshou.
Sanshou walked directly to Su Jing: "Yesterday morning I was exercising my skills and breathing out the sword energy. Suddenly I felt that the sword energy was slightly messy. So I understood that a good swordsman had come to the fairyland in my dream. I was itching and couldn't bear it. I looked for it. It was
you?"
Su Jing answered truthfully: "I also learn and use swords. As for whether the person you are talking about is me, I don't know."
"Show me your sword." Sanshou said coldly, without any courtesy.
It's not that he is arrogant and rude. He always says what he thinks in his heart. He doesn't even know what "courtesy" is and how to greet him politely.
Su Jing didn't take it seriously, but he didn't draw his sword, but stretched out a hand: "Please give me your hand."
The needle-like pupils seemed to dilate slightly, showing some excitement, which also made the cold hands of Sanshou more angry. Sanshou raised his arms and held hands with Su Jing.
During the "asking for hand", Su Jing did not show him "Tu Wan". Even Ancestor Lu and the Mistress could not detect that sword soul. The third hand was even worse. What Su Jingliang gave to the third hand was his own essence.
Practice swordsmanship and cultivate the sword spirit in your body!
After a moment, the two of them let go, and Sanshou's pupils seemed to be a little bigger: "It's you. I never expected that there are people besides me who are practicing swordsmanship in the country!"
There are many monsters who use swords. Let’s not mention anything else. The Taoist Qiqiao that Su Jing met was quite flexible in using a blood sword. However, in the eyes of those who really practice swordsmanship, Taoist Qiqiao is not considered at all.
If you can't 'control a sword', at best, you're just turning magic into the shape of a sword. That's still magic, not swordsmanship.
Sanshou asked Su Jing again: "What kind of swordsmanship have you practiced?"
Su Jing did not answer, but asked: "What on earth are you doing here?"...)
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