By the clear lake, the group was sitting around and eating, discussing their respective topics, which were nothing more than practice, conference results, and even women.

In fact, the life of a monk is not necessarily richer and colorful than that of an ordinary person. Although his life span is hundreds or thousands of times longer, he spends most of his time practicing.

Compared with the monks of the Immortal Dynasty, the experience of the random cultivators is naturally much more ups and downs. But ironically, what the casual cultivators are pursuing is the comfortable life of the monks of the Immortal Dynasty.

After staying in this world for two years, Shui Qingyang has increasingly discovered that the so-called monks are just ordinary people with magic power, and even in many aspects, they are not even as good as ordinary people.

A slim hand was holding a bamboo stick and flipping the roasted chicken wings. Seeing that the heat was almost done, he pushed part of it aside, brought the glass of wine, and pushed it one by one in front of the three men opposite.

Yixiong was flattered and almost stood up in panic, but Wen Wenxiao pressed her shoulder and smiled and said that it was unnecessary.

Liu Ying seemed to have not realized it, so she picked up a brush and dipped it in some seasoning, gently applied a few roasted chicken wings. When a few strands of long hair slipped off, she pulled it to her ears, and inadvertently exuded a soft and virtuous temperament.

"It has been cool for a while and the taste is just right. Try it quickly." Liu Ying picked up the dishes, put them in three portions, and handed them out in order.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, Wen Wenxiao noticed that the chicken wings on the bowl handed to Shui Qingyang were obviously more plump. Shui Qingyang also noticed this and his eyes flashed.

"Do you want some more wine?" When Shui Qingyang took it, Liu Ying showed a gentle and inquiring smile. After staying on his face for a while, he looked at the others again, which seemed very natural, but it seemed a little different.

Not to mention Wen Wenxiao, even Yixiong could not be sure of this kind of sensible ambiguous feeling, but he was not sure? He had to be obediently in his heart.

Wen Wenxiao looked at Shui Qingyang with a smile: "If Qingyang is interested? I will naturally accompany you."

Shui Qingyang shook his head and said, "It's still not possible, drinking can easily make things happen."

Hearing this? Wen Wenxiao laughed and said, "What can you miss it? I think it's a beauty right now? Qingyang is afraid that the beauty will be abrupt after drinking, hahaha..."

Liu Ying kicked Wen Wenxiao? She quickly swept over Shui Qingyang and happened to meet the sight of the other party? She continued to lower her head and fiddled with the food? But her heart was slightly disordered.

Shui Qingyang secretly scolded him for being terrible. He found that Liu Ying, a woman, was not simple. Through a series of behaviors, she was constantly escalating her ambiguous feeling with her? She was simply like a veteran.

But with the other party’s family background? I am not so experienced, so it is obviously caused by the other party’s subconscious, so I deserve the four words of talent.

It is easy to break the situation, but Shui Qingyang doesn't want to offend the other party? This kind of girl of seventeen or eighteen years old can't handle it well? It is likely to turn against each other.

But Wen Wenxiao was still urging the fire, which made Shui Qingyang laugh and cry? It was inexplicably put on the fire, and now it is a little too late.

Just as he was distressed, suddenly a monk came over? He bowed to Wen Wenxiao and said, "Sir, I found that monks from the Three States were besieging several people in the ten miles east."

Whenever he arrives at a place, Wen Wenxiao will send spies to check the surroundings to prevent accidents. Over the years, he has encountered some similar situations.

Wen Wenxiao didn't raise her head and ordered: "Send someone to monitor, but don't meddle in other people's business. If the monks from the three states come here, report immediately."

The monk was about to leave, and Shui Qingyang asked casually: "What do the people surrounded by them look like?"

His act of giving in a profit a few days ago has long been well known and won the favor of many people. The monk said respectfully: "There are four people in total, one man and three women, all with good image. One of them is older, and the remaining three are young."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shui Qingyang seemed to have thought of something and immediately stood up: "Take me there quickly, those four are my friends!"

The monk was stunned, but Wen Wenxiao had already stood up and shouted: "Why are you still standing there? Since you are Qingyang's friend, please lead the way..."

On the cliff, a man and three women were forced to the edge, and the abyss behind them was covered with clouds, and they were unknown how deep. There were layers of monks standing in front, surrounding the four of them.

"Zhu Guowei, everyone is from Jiandong, why do you have to do so amazingly? Let's give you the light of the spirit-eating insect and give us a way out."

The woman who spoke was wearing pink clothes, had a charming figure, a beautiful face, and a mature and beautiful look all over her body. Who is Song Yuhu?

However, at this time, Widow Song obviously experienced a fierce battle. Her hairpin was chaotic and her hair was covered with thick breaths. She held the sword in her hand and refused to put it down.

Yan Ping and the other two were even more embarrassed because the three of them were stronger and endured a more fierce attack from the other party. As strong as Yan Ping, one of their arms was covered with blood, and even their finger bones were exposed.

This is because the four of them were not surrounded and were just chased to this end. Otherwise, they would have been dead.

Hearing Song Yuhu's words, Zhu Pu sneered: "Is it too late? You asked you to hand over the things before, but you refused. Now you have no choice but to surrender. How can my brothers under you do nothing?"

He was no one else, but the Fruit Guard of Feiyu Prefecture. Beside him, there were two Fruit Guards of Zongguan Prefecture and Honghe Prefecture.

At the beginning of the sword test conference, these three major states were entrusted by the Qin family to resist Ma Kongyu and others for Shui Qingyang. But as they themselves said, all this was just taking money and eliminating disasters for others.

The transaction is over, what should I do or what should I do?

Wu Taiyong, the Guowei of Zongguanzhou, sneered: "It's not impossible to talk about it. First throw the thing over, and then claim to be your magic power. I can spare your life."

Hearing this, Yan Ping and the others were furious. The other party treated them as fools. If they really did this, they were afraid that it would be difficult to die at that time.

The three women were all very sensitive and had long discovered that among the monks opposite, many of them were obscene and knew too well what that meant.

Mu Shengnan, who could only stand firm with a spear, suddenly shouted: "Be your dream of spring and autumn, just go there if you have the guts. Let me see if I don't stab a few wastes to death!"

Zhang Qi, the Guowei of Honghe Prefecture, is also a woman with an ordinary appearance. She glanced at the three girls opposite and said in a low voice: "We can let you go, but how do you guarantee to hand over the things?"

Zhu Pu and Wu Taiyong didn't interrupt, obviously they didn't want to force the four of them to jump off the cliff. Otherwise, if they had worked so much, wouldn't they have been in vain?

Song Yuhu said: "It's very simple. We come one by one. Every time we leave one, we will throw things to you. If you breach the contract, don't want the things left!"

The three fruit lieutenants looked at each other, discussed in a low voice, and finally agreed. With the orders of the three people, the monks of the three states immediately divided a passage.

Seeing this, Song Yuhu said simply and neatly: "Who of you three will leave first, let's queue up by yourself, I'm the last one."

As soon as this statement was made, Yan Ping and the other two were suddenly moved. Because the higher the safety of the person who left first, the other party would never dare to tear up the votes for the remaining spirit-eating insect light. The more they went to the back, the greater the risk they would bear.

Mu Shengnan looked at Song Yuhu with a determined face and opened his mouth, feeling mixed feelings. He really didn't expect that this lowly woman who was scolded as shameless by her would have such courage.

"Don't be stunned. I have dragged you down along the way. I've paid you back this time. I don't like to owe anyone." When she said this, Song Yuhu thought of the young man in blue, and said this to himself, and practiced all this with his actions.

She felt a little funny, when did she learn from that bastard?

Yan Ping pursed his lips and clenched his fists very tightly, allowing the other two women to go first. Zhong Xue looked at him and refused to leave, while Mu Shengnan had a strong temper and could not accept being the first to leave.

So the four of them stood by the cliff and started arguing about whom they left first, which made the monks in the Three States confused.

Those who know know clearly that they are discussing escaping their lives, and those who don’t know think they are dying. If they hadn’t watched the whole time, they would have almost suspected that these four guys were playing the show.

"Have you argued enough? Who left first or no one wants to leave?" After looking at it for a while, Wu Taiyong was really impatient and urged him decisively.

"They want to leave, so they will naturally go together, and I will pick them up." A clear voice, like thunder thunder, suddenly resounded in everyone's ears at the scene.

Brush brush.

The monk standing on the outermost side immediately turned around.

Then he saw a young man in green clothes slowly walking out of the jungle behind. He was extremely tall and handsome, with a heroic face, and stopped three feet away from everyone. He relaxed his hand and stood on the ground with a loud bang, pressing the hilt of the sword with one hand, and carrying the other hand behind him, and his clothes were floating.

He was not alone, but two men and women were standing on the left, and a loyal young man stood on the right, and there was a large group of aggressive monks behind, close to two hundred people.

"Shui Qingyang!" Someone exclaimed, of course he recognized the other party.

Now, even Zhu Pu, Wu Taiyong and Zhang Qi, who were surrounded by inner circle, showed strange looks one after another, and couldn't help but look back.

Song Yuhu and the other four who were forced to the edge of the cliff were also shocked. They were shocked that Shui Qingyang was not dead, but also that the other party was not only living well, but also doing well, and they didn't know where they deceived a group of people.

Compared to their embarrassment, the other party is not stained with dust, and the appearance of hundreds of people accompanying each other, which is really eye-catching.

"You bastard, you are not dead yet!" Song Yuhu screamed, but his eyes were red, and his chest was filled with a feeling of emotion that she could not describe.

Yan Ping, Zhong Xue and Mu Shengnan also passed through the crowd and fell on the young man in blue. There were too many emotions in his heart.

He quickly calmed down and Zhu Pu laughed and said, "Shui Qingyang, now all ten monks are hunting you. You really have the will of you. You dare to show up in such a noble way. I admire you."

Shui Qingyang also smiled: "I should admire a few of you. I have not been able to win the four friends who have dealt with my three states."

Wu Taiyong said coldly: "Don't be sarcastic, boy, do you think you want to take people away with your little manpower?"

Shui Qingyang argued: "Correction, these brothers are not my men, but my good friends."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Wenxiao took a step forward and said with a smile: "Let me go, it will be bad for everyone if we force us to do it." As he spoke, two magical talismans were added in his hand.

Liu Ying groaned and smiled, flipped her wrists, and had two magical talismans on both hands, which were more domineering than Wen Wenxiao.
Chapter completed!