Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 524: Always a Little Short

Ji Maodan has been away for the entire half day, not because he is busy but because he is afraid.

Just when he pointed the way and asked Han Yu to find Ling Wuce, he realized that the adults were still inside. If...if he happened to be eating something strange and was seen by Han Yu, then...

The more he thought about it, the scarier it became, and the creepy feeling never went away, because his damn premonition told him that it must be like this, and it would definitely develop according to some weird plot.

So after leaving the government office, he would never dare to go back.

After strolling around Xinhai Stone City for half a day, that ominous premonition still lingered.

"Am I going to be finished?"

He scratched his head and muttered to himself with a bitter face.

"You are indeed going to be finished!"

When a cold voice sounded from behind him, before he could turn around, he heard the sound of wind whistling by his ears. When he reacted, he was horrified to find that he had been kidnapped...

A few dozen miles away from Xinhai Stone City, a stream of light suddenly appeared! After landing, it instantly turned into three figures.

Ji Maodan looked up and around in confusion. When he saw a very familiar face, his legs went weak and he started to panic. He wanted to run away the next moment.

How could it be this damn guy?

Liu Zongyuan, the person he never dared to mention, finally came.

Ji Maodan has not forgotten what he had done before. He had done a no-cost business with the other party and was courting death.

He stole someone else's magic weapon that could grow into a spiritual treasure, then fed the other person's saliva for two days, and was finally discovered.

Just thinking about it will tell you how terrible this is.

Soon, he noticed another familiar face next to Liu Zongyuan, Fenhun!

Jimaodan's eyes suddenly widened. This guy was the terrible and powerful man who had come to cause trouble before.

Liu Zongyuan, who was not considered an enemy unit, had already frightened him half to death, let alone a person like Fenhun. The next moment, he fell down neatly and fainted...

When Liu Zongyuan saw Jimaoran, he was indeed very angry, but when he saw that the other party was full of inner thoughts, he felt a little amused.

Zhuihun looked at Jimaodan for a long time with surprise in his heart. When he followed Liu Zongyuan here, he found that the stinky Taoist priest had a dark face.

It was not until he entered the mountains and found a city in its infancy that he saw this guy kidnapping people without saying a word. He had already concluded that the person he was looking for was the unprepossessing man in front of him.

But what was strange in Zhuihun's mind was that this guy, who seemed to have a very low level of cultivation, a wretched appearance, and could even be frightened to faint, was really worth Liu Zongyuan's long journey across the sea to come here?

"Fainted? Well, just burn it!"

On the other side, Liu Zongyuan suddenly sneered and spoke.

Unexpectedly, Ji Maodan, who was pretending to be unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up, and began to beg for mercy.

"Please spare my life, senior! I have thousands of elders and fellow villagers in the city waiting to support me, and I have a Taoist companion I have never met and an unborn child crying for food. Please let me go..."

The chicken was sobbing and crying, and its sound was extremely sad and miserable.

A fellow Taoist whom I have never met?
Unborn child?
Liu Zongyuan was almost amused by the other party, especially because of his pitiful appearance.

"When did I say I was going to kill you?"

Ji Maodan pursed his lips and dodged to look at Zhuihun beside him.

"He's not who you think he is. Don't worry, he won't kill you."

Liu Zongyuan spoke without thinking, but he was still trembling with fear. He was not stupid. It was obviously the same person, so how could he not be that person?

"Or, if you let me go, I'll return your things to you."

At this point, Ji Maodan was only thinking about saving his life, and hurriedly took out the vine he had obtained from his arms.

"I'm not here to get your stuff back."

Liu Zongyuan shook his head and said unhappily that the value of this thing was not great to him. After all, he was a cultivator at the Divine Stage, so how could he be interested in a mere magic weapon.

Even if this magic weapon could be cultivated into a spiritual treasure, it would still require a lot of time, energy, and resources to cultivate. He was not so stingy.

But these words didn't sound right to Jimaodan.

If you don't want the things, then they are here to settle the score with you. You will turn pale and tremble like a sieve.

Liu Zongyuan wanted to explain, but Zhuihun was obviously watching the show with great interest. There were some things he was too embarrassed to say, and he didn't want certain things to be seen.

"How about you find a place to stroll around?"

He turned his head to look at the other person in dissatisfaction, trying to get rid of Zhuihun.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."

Zhuihun shrugged, looking determined to stay. Liu Zongyuan's face turned green in an instant, and he looked at Jimaodan with an extremely strange expression, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

What a bastard!
How can he talk to others if Zhuihun doesn't leave?

Are you going to make a fool of yourself in front of others?

After thinking about it, Liu Zongyuan suddenly made a move, grabbed the chicken feather gall, and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky again...

……

"how is it going?"

Han Yu left Ling Wuce in the city and ran away mysteriously.

His urging voice continued to be heard in the sea of ​​consciousness. Three pills equaled eighteen years of luck, which was not a small number. It was time for something to happen, right?
"still none."

The spirit of the weapon held its head in its hands for a long time before finally uttering these words, leaving Han Yu dumbfounded.

Is this still not enough?
You're still a bottomless pit.

Coincidentally, the weapon spirit also thought so. It pinched two fingers and said aggrievedly, "There is no movement at all. It's just a little short."

It was almost crying with worry, it didn't make sense! If it was a long way off, it would be understandable, but after walking so many roads, why did it get stuck here?

Is it possible that there is something wrong with perception?

Isn't it just a little bit?

Han Yu shook his head helplessly, sighed and said, "If it doesn't work, let's wait until tomorrow!"

The next day, Han Yu refused Ling Wuce's offer to accompany him and went to the Qiyun monk alone. He casually ordered three more pills without any nonsense. He said, "Give them to me and eat them!"
He didn't even stop to see the effects of Hexi Dan.

As Han Yu's cultivation limit was broadened, the changes in ordinary luck cultivators really didn't interest him at all.
Six years of good luck, to put it bluntly, was like dog shit luck. It simply sent these people directly to the realm of peeping at the gods, and there was no adventure.

Fortunately, the luck that was fed back was real. Han Yu felt the movement in his sea of ​​consciousness. A stream of mysterious yellow energy fell from his sea of ​​consciousness and landed on the head of the weapon spirit.

Is it done?
Han Yu muttered to himself as he looked at the serious little face with eyes closed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

After a moment, there was a snapping sound, and the spirit of the weapon began to roll around in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Is the reaction so big?

Han Yu was shocked at once and was just about to find a place to observe what was going to happen next.

But the result...

"It's too much of a bully to Ling, too much of a bully to Ling, but it still doesn't work, it's still not enough."

The spirit of the weapon rolled over and cried in grievance.

It just wants to shape itself, it's not an excessive request. Why hasn't it reacted after taking so much of its luck?

Han Yu's steps came to an abrupt halt, and his face suddenly turned dark.

After all this time, you tell me it still doesn’t work?

If he hadn't seen the dog rolling on the ground, he would have wondered if they were playing him.

"Tell me, are you playing me? It's just luck. If you want more, just ask."

Han Yu thought he was not that stingy and would not refuse to give it. It was too much to play like this.

The weapon spirit jumped up and spun around, looking angry. "Whoever lied to you is a bastard."

Never mind, there are four left.

Han Yu sighed silently, then said comfortingly, "Let's see tomorrow..."

On the third day, Han Yu's face became even darker.

Because the dog is rolling around again.

"No matter how much you throw a tantrum, it's useless. There's only tomorrow left. If that doesn't work, there's nothing I can do."

Han Yu looked helpless and sighed deeply. With the addition of the last cultivator tomorrow, this guy would really have sixty years of good fortune all to himself.

Including what happened last time, this bastard has been enjoying good luck alone for more than a hundred years.

Not to mention transforming, if all this luck were given to him, his strength would increase significantly.

"Tomorrow, if it doesn't work tomorrow, you can prepare to give up."

Han Yu said through gritted teeth.

(End of this chapter)