Chapter 178

"I should be honored, but..."

Little monk mikong looked at the food on the table. His handsome little face showed a smile worse than bitter.

I saw two dishes on the table, one is roasted and shiny pheasant, and the other is fresh and tender fish soup.

Although the color and smell are complete, they are all meat dishes. How can mikong eat them?

"Ah! By the way, how can I forget that you are a monk and avoid meat!"

Nanmen Feng slammed his forehead and suddenly showed a bad smile on his face.

"In that case, I'm not to blame!"

After that, Nanmen Feng ate and drank alone without the slightest hesitation. Obviously, he had planned this for a long time.

"Is this the so-called willing gamble and admit defeat?..."

Little monk mikong smiled bitterly and immediately got out of bed to wash. Finally, he took out the wooden fish Scripture and started the morning class.

Nanmenfeng had enough to eat and drink, and looked at micong little monk happily.

"Listen to the old monster, you should be a barbarian, but why do I have an illusion that you are not human?"

Nanmen Maple said with a smile.

Mikong still closed his eyes and recited sutras, but his eyebrows wrinkled slightly and didn't open his mouth to answer Nanmen Maple's question.

"The spiritual power is so thick that it's terrible. I can't believe your physique and strength, but your soul power is ordinary. This is a typical feature of the demon family. Are you a member of the demon family?"

Nanmen Feng's eyes were burning, as if he had seen through everything.

Mikong still didn't speak, but his eyebrows wrinkled deeper. It seems that some don't like Nanmen Feng to inquire about his life experience.

"Since you don't want to say it, forget it!"

Nanmen Feng sighed slightly and didn't ask too much, but Nanmen Feng believed his intuition.

In mikong's body, nanmenfeng not only felt the strange power of heaven and earth like duanmuqing, but also felt the violent breath like monk du'e.

He is no ordinary man!

Not long after, mikong's morning class was finished. Nanmenfeng couldn't help but take him to the edge of the cliff where he dueled yesterday.

Mikong looked at the awe inspiring Nanmen maple and immediately understood the plan of Nanmen maple.

"Elder martial brother Nanmen, it's not good for you. If you don't rest for a period of time, you may leave unbearable sequelae!"

Mikong smiled bitterly.

"There's nothing wrong. If you really want to be good for me, just beat me! I won't stop until I surpass you!"

Nanmen Feng boldly took off his outer shirt, inserted the nameless knife on the ground, rolled up his sleeve and rushed towards mikong.

"Well, you should be careful, elder martial brother!"

Mikong smiled helplessly, with one hand behind his back and the other hand forward, and put on a belligerent posture.

One punch, one slap.

Boom

Mi Kong's defense is still as hard to shake as Mount Tai. Any punch can make Nanmen Maple's blood gush and boil.

The golden Lingli wrapped around mikong has been seen countless times on the head of carrot by Nanmen maple.

This golden spiritual power not only contains powerful power, but also has no violent breath. It also has an extremely wonderful regenerative power of the south gate.

The spirit power of Nanmen maple is as black as ink. Although it is fire attribute, Nanmen Maple focuses on killing.

His spiritual power is endless and ferocious. Everything is unbreakable, just like a ferocious beast.

One gold, one black, one spear and one shield, Nanmen maple and mikong are constantly fighting.

Day after day, in the twinkling of an eye, more than ten days have passed.

Dong

With the loud noise, the nameless knife in Nanmen Feng's hand fell off, and his whole body was shocked and flew out.

Fortunately, just before falling to the ground, mikong had held Nanmen Maple's body, so that Nanmen Maple wouldn't be too down.

The two fell to the ground together, and the maple at the South Gate pushed away Mi Kong, full of depression.

The more mikong is kind to him, the more unhappy Nanmen Feng is. He always feels that he is a complete villain.

"Elder martial brother, I think the most important thing for you now is to improve your spiritual cultivation. I have already reached the Lingwu realm. Even without spiritual power, you can't break my protective vigorous Qi!"

Mi Kong smiled gently.

Improve spiritual cultivation?

Nanmen Feng stared and said, "how to improve? Come and give me a promotion!"

Spiritual cultivation is the advanced transcendence of the body and martial soul. It takes the most time.

To improve spiritual cultivation in a short time, according to Nanmen Feng, there is no way to go except continuous cultivation.

Mikong smiled and said nothing, looking a little embarrassed.

"It's you, boy. How do you practice your body? How do I feel that the spiritual power in your body is endless? There has never been an empty time at all?"

Nanmen Feng Leng asked. The more the battle, the more confused Nanmen Feng was about mikong.

"Please don't ask this question again, senior brother. Mikong doesn't want to lie to senior brother!"

Mi Kong bowed his head and asked.

"Well, I won't ask!"

Mikong's active weakness made Nanmen Maple feel ashamed.

"Alas..."

Although Nanmen Maple has been fighting with mikong wholeheartedly during this period, it has achieved little results. After all, the gap between the two people is too big. Nanmen Maple can't get any nutrients from it.

At this moment, Nanmen Feng is not satisfied.

"Go back first!"

Leaving such a sentence, Nanmen Maple disappeared.

Although Nanmen Maple has been competing with mikong during this time, Nanmen maple is worried about Nanmen Maple's physical condition all the time.

According to Wen Lianggong, today is the last day of Du Li's successful detoxification and the day of Du Li's getting rid of the curse.

Half an hour later, Nanmen Maple appeared in the elder's attic.

"Wen Changlao, how's it going?"

As soon as I entered the door, I just met Wen Lianggong, who came down the stairs. Nanmen Feng asked quickly.

"Hehe..."

Wen Lianggong smiled and turned to look at the steps.

Nanmen Feng looked up and saw Du Li slowly go downstairs with the help of Qingyao.

Qingyao is still dressed in elegant blue clothes. Du Li beside him, although his face is extremely pale, has no fear of the outbreak of erotic poison ghost palm, and his breath is stable. It seems that he has completely recovered.

"Xiaoyi..."

Du Li smiled and looked at the maple at the south gate, with endless emotion and happiness in his deep joy.

If it had not been for the poisonous insect, if he had not had such a dry son, I'm afraid he would have turned into a pool of blood at this time.

Nanmen Feng also looked at him with a smile. Seeing Du Li's appearance, Nanmen Feng felt that everything he had done was worth it.

"Hahaha... Your family doesn't have to do this!"

At this time, Wen Lianggong frivolously put his arm on the shoulder of Nanmen Feng and said, "let's go. I've wrapped up the Impatiens tower at the foot of the mountain. We have to celebrate..."

So, a group of four or five people went down the mountain slowly.

"Nanmen Maple boy, you are now a high-level cultivation in the spirit realm. How sure are you of the jade dragon list on this trip?"

On the wine table, Wen Lianggong suddenly asked.

His question also attracted Du Li and Qingyao's eyes.

"I'm not sure, but I believe there should be no problem for me to enter the inner door!"

Nanmen Feng said firmly, with confidence in his eyes.

"Ho, it's good for you to have confidence, but you have to listen to my advice. The competition for the jade dragon list is not as simple as you think. All the enemies you will encounter are elite disciples. If you underestimate them, you will suffer a great loss!"

Wen Lianggong said with some doubts, "I really don't know what those people in the inner door think. They have obviously exercised their soul power. The identity of Tianjie martial soul has been determined, but why let them participate in the dangerous jade dragon list? Aren't you afraid of the fall of genius?"

"You bastard, don't talk nonsense. What doesn't fall? My Xiaoyi is the son of destiny. How can it fall!"

Du Li suddenly stared and looked a little unhappy.

"Er... Ok... OK, I can't speak. I'll punish myself three cups!"

Wen Lianggong noticed the slip of tongue and quickly resolved the embarrassment with the help of wine dun.

Speaking unintentionally, the listener deliberately, through gentle words, let Nanmen Maple also raise some bad premonitions in his heart.

"If something goes wrong, there must be demons. They either don't believe my martial spirit, or because some people want to take the opportunity to kill me. My business must be careful!"

Nanmen Maple thought to himself.

Step, step

While Du Li was celebrating, a very neat sound of footsteps, accompanied by the collision sound of armor and weapons, came quickly from far to near.

Nanmen Feng and his party had time to respond in the future. The door of the guest room was opened. More than a dozen black armour soldiers quickly crossed the long knife and quickly listed on both sides of the room.

The four people in the room and Du Tian, who was guarding outside the window, stood up at the same time.

Seeing these people, Nanmen Feng and wenlianggong subconsciously touched the weapon around their waist with some doubts and anger that their drinking was disturbed.

Du Li and Qingyao were surprised, and their eyes became a little empty. The glass of wine just filled suddenly slipped onto the table.

"Should come, or come!"

Step on

With the sound of heavy footsteps, a line of three men in ink and silver armor entered the room. They were tall and strong, and a heavy momentum of strong people burst out. Unexpectedly, each of them had no less than Du Tian's cultivation.

"See the princess and the seven princes for their humble position. Please hurry back to the palace with the king!"

The three generals knelt on one knee with unquestionable coldness in their voices.

"This palace is all right, but why should brother Qi Wang go back with you?"

Princess Qingyao stepped forward one after another, and the posture of a princess of a country was incisively and vividly expressed.

"I don't know about your humble position. These are the orders of the sixth Lord. Please leave the Lord to order!"

General black armour said firmly.

"Joke, as the crown prince, why do we have to listen to his orders?"

Princess Qingyao was so angry that Daimei kept trembling. It seemed that she was disgusted with the sixth Lord.

"In that case, please forgive me!"

General heijia suddenly stood up and waved his hand gently. The two men behind him walked towards Du Li and Qingyao with a bad look.

They actually want to be rough with the princesses and princes of Tang.

"No, I'll go back with you!"

Du Li opened his mouth and drank coldly. Reluctantly, he put down his glass and looked at Nanmen maple.

"Last time, I was going to witness you stand out in the Zhenwu disciple selection competition, but things are changeable. I missed it. This time you will participate in the Yulong list. I wanted to be proud of you and witness your moment of becoming Jackie Chan, but I didn't want to..."

Du Li said all he could. With a bitter smile on his face, he immediately took a negative hand and walked out of the door with the company of two black armour people.

"Dog slave!"

In her indignation, Princess Qingyao splashed the wine in her hand on the face of the black armour general. A flick of her sleeve also followed Du Li's departure.