Wet viviparity

Chapter 252: Touching the Head, Meeting an Old Friend
"Daoyou!" Ji Ming walked out from the shadows and returned to Room C. He looked at the densely packed hands on the crack of the door and said, "You are practicing the Yinfeng Palm!"

The hands retracted one by one, and the sound of discussion could be heard faintly through the crack in the door.

"I told you not to practice randomly, or people will notice it!"

"We have a mission to complete, so it's inconvenient for us to meet anyone here."

"How about inviting him to enjoy bliss with us?"

"It's crowded here, and we can't accept a demon from Xuanshi Village."

"Hush, don't wake up the first and second masters, or we will be in trouble."

"Madam Zhang, this time I'll let you speak out, be smart."

"Hey, you gnats, you dogs who love fish and smell, you left a crack in the door for outsiders to hear you!"

The last sound was heard and the door closed with a bang.

Ji Ming heard at least a dozen different voices in this short period of time, but as far as he knew, the quiet room was not very big and could not accommodate so many people.

"Weird!"

Ji Ming did not dare to be careless, but he did not retreat vigilantly. Instead, he clasped his hands in his sleeves, and a Void Warrior followed his shadow and quietly returned to the house to inform the two gentlemen and the crocodile monster.

Such a strange situation occurred next to Room No. 3 of the Bingzi where the monk Pan Ku had returned to China. Ji Ming did not think it was a coincidence. There must be some connection between them.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

The stone door opened slightly, and a gentle voice came out. Then a woman with cloud-like clothes and mist-like hair and a radiant appearance walked out slowly. She bowed and said quietly, "Daoyou, do you know Yinfeng Palm?"

"Zhang Xinmei." Ji Ming said secretly in his heart, feeling a little dazed.

He could hardly remember what the woman looked like. In his impression, she was a poor woman who was bullied by vagrant thieves, and she had a little bit of spirit and spirituality.

Of course, if this woman didn't have that kind of ambition, she would have committed suicide in the refugees' den long ago, not to mention that she would later be accepted as a disciple by the Green Blood Witch and even be valued by the Witch.

If Ji Ming remembered correctly, during the first duel in Guancai Cave, the witch was summoned by Panku Mountain to fight, and Zhang Niang and a group of the witch's disciples went to take refuge on Tubi Peak in Hengshan.

I remembered that when I was in the life of the centipede monster, I sent the three children Qingfeng, Mingyue and Songhe from my own monster cave to Madam Zhang on the peak for care.

"Mute?"

Madam Zhang tilted her neck and asked again with a stiff expression.

"My name is Yao Guang, a disciple of the stubborn tiger king of the Xiepen Cave." Ji Ming first pretended to introduce himself, and then said, "I had a nightmare tonight and couldn't sleep, so I wandered around the alley and unexpectedly met you."

The woman's face turned cold, she straightened her head and said, "Did I ask you about your background? You are avoiding my question!"

Ji Ming smiled and said, "The Yin Wind Palm is just a trick to suppress the Yin Qi. The key is to reduce the volume of the Yin Qi, so the rebound will be greater. There are many people in the village who practice this trick."

"You're lying." The woman's face turned even colder, and she said sternly, "I have been practicing in the mountains for many years, and I have never heard of any demon camp under the Nanlao Sacred Mountain practicing this technique."

"That's because you are ignorant."

Ji Ming spoke bluntly. The Void Warrior who had gone back to report had already turned around, and the two Lords of Linshui and Jiehuo were already lying in ambush. According to their team's lineup, as long as the opponent was not at the fourth level of the Golden Core, they didn't have to worry too much about protecting themselves.

Madam Zhang was about to force the question, but suddenly her face froze and she forced herself to endure it.

"I have heard of the four "stubborn" generals in the Hupen Cave. I didn't expect to meet one of them, a disciple of the Stubborn Tiger King. I am so lucky. I wonder if you have learned your master's "Knocking Mountain Fist"."

Ji Ming smiled and shook his head. He slumped his shoulders, relaxed his expression, strode forward, and walked around Madam Zhang, making her feel uncomfortable.

"How dare you, a mere cultivator of the second stage of Qi Refining, interrogate my background?" Ji Ming acted like a demon and said, "Just now I heard many voices chattering in that room, but now only you have appeared. I wonder if you can help me?"

At this time, the crocodile monster who was hiding on the side slowly came over, revealed his identity and said, "I am Longxu Bo from Baoxiang Cave under Xuanshi Village. Which Taoist friend dares to interrogate the disciples of my village here?"

"Okay!" Madam Zhang suddenly smiled, turned around and went back to the quiet room, opened the door wide, and said coldly: "You don't want to see other people here, dare to come in and take a look." "Why not."

As he spoke, Ji Ming looked towards the crocodile monster.

The crocodile demon looked bitter and whispered, "Master, please support me."

"Don't worry, you have seen our performance. Who in this spiritual workshop can beat us? If it weren't for the sake of caution, we would have kidnapped the monk in the No. 3 meditation room long ago."

"Can I really go up to Jiheng Mountain after this?"

The crocodile monster asked nervously.

"To be honest, you are too wild, and only your heart is worth using. If it weren't for my sister being left alone in the cave, I would never have kept you here."

The crocodile demon shuddered when he heard this, knowing that this was the truth. In addition to the Heart-Cutting Yin Pearl, Master Jintong had also taken some time out of his busy schedule over the past few days to buy a Qi-binding Talisman in this market and used it on him.

If it could be destroyed immediately after use, there would be no need to go through so much trouble.

The crocodile monster plucked up the courage to go in and saw the woman standing next to a candle in the corner with her back to him.

Seeing the graceful figure and slightly raised hips, the crocodile demon straightened his clothes, stroked his temples, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "I'm sorry for being rude, young lady."

"Not too abrupt."

A voice sounded, very rough.

"We like you, a strong man. It makes things more lively." Another voice sounded, sniffing at the back of the crocodile monster, "Such a strong demonic aura, worthy of being a demon from Xuanshi Village."

"who are you?"

The crocodile monster vaguely remembered a character, but couldn't remember it clearly.

Inside the room, long arms were hanging down. The crocodile monster couldn't see the owners of the arms, but the "things" held under the arms were enough to scare him.

They were monks and demons, at least seven or eight of them, including the pretty lady in the corner, who also had an arm on her head, as if receiving a mark of initiation by having her head rubbed.

"Mrs. Zhang is the master's favorite concubine. How can a fool like you think of her?"

An arm slowly lowered down, carrying a gray-haired young man, who had a purple face and green lips, and a dragon and a tiger roaring in his body. He looked very majestic, like a master of foundation-building skills.

"It's you, Qin Lang, the purple-faced Lulong."

The young man shook his head, causing his arm to shake as well, and said, "It's really strange that a demon from a village like you know all the members of the Panku sect like the back of your hand.

You seem calm and composed, maybe you are relying on that person outside."

"No." The crocodile demon shook his head and denied it, saying, "Our two families have been neighbors in the mountains for thousands of years, and we have always kept to ourselves. Why should I be afraid of you? Are you trying to keep me here?"

As soon as these words came out, many arms dropped down from the surroundings, and the figures held in the hands also fell down one by one.

Qin Lang pondered for a while, as if he was weighing the pros and cons. Finally, he waved his hand impatiently and said, "Go away! Go away now, leave here as far as you can, and return to your old nest."

The crocodile pointed at those arms and said hesitantly: "Can I ask what you are."

"If you don't want to leave, you can stay."

Seeing Qin Lang's harsh words and having no patience left, the crocodile demon had no choice but to turn around and walk out the door.

Unexpectedly, just as he walked out of the door, he felt a chill behind his head and a hand was gently touching his head. He was so scared that he turned over on the ground and went out of the door. Who knew that the hand followed him like a shadow, as if it was stuck behind his head.

"Master, save me!"

(End of this chapter)