Cheng Qian couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Shut up, don't learn ignorant. He is a demon cultivator who practices ghost realm!"

The word "demonic cultivator" successfully suppressed Han Yuan. He stayed in the original for a while, his face was shocked first, then turned into blank space, and finally showed panic without any concealment. He only heard him screaming, turned around and ran away.

Cheng Qian couldn't help but straighten his waist, and he didn't know what it felt like in his heart for a moment. When Han Yuan ran, he felt as if someone was poking it with an ice cone, which was cold and painful.

But before he could suppress the unhappiness, he heard the sound of stuttering footsteps behind him. Cheng Qian turned his head and the little beggar Huaju ran back.

Not only did Han Yuan run back by himself, he also found a big stone from somewhere, raised his hands above his head, and made a fierce look that he was ready to open a puff of people. He asked the male ghost with his eyebrows and said, "You... Are you a demon cultivator?"

Cheng Qian immediately surrendered to the point of five-body throwing into the air—What's the use of picking up stones? Have you ever heard of someone who was killed by a stone?

"I'm not a demon cultivator." At this moment, the male ghost opened his mouth and said, "I...I'm just a ghost..."

"Ghost Shadow" is the soul that was drawn to the soul devouring lamp alive. After refining, it has no mind at all and is only for ghost cultivators to send.

"I'm... I escaped, not a demon cultivator," the male ghost said gradually fluently. He Cheng Qian said politely, "Little brother, can you give me that clear heart talisman?"

Cheng Qian sneered: "Nonsense, ghosts are all virgins. Are you a virgin?"

A male ghost can become a virgin, a father.

The male ghost was stunned, his eyes moved down from the Qingxin Talisman and fell to Cheng Qian and the wooden sword in his hand. He was silent for a long time, as if he was recalling, his face looked a little confused. After a while, he said: "Mu Jian... You are a master of the Fuyao Sect, no wonder you are young... You don't know that the ghost shadows of the soul-devouring lamp are the most spiritual souls of the monks, and the second is the virgin who has not practiced. It is just that the latter is the best to catch and the easiest to practice."

Han Yuan asked, "What are you?"

The man grimaced with pain and said softly: "The Soul."

As he said that, he saw Cheng Qian look defensive and disbelief, so he bent down and picked up Han Yuan's stone that had just thrown him.

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank, and he knew that ordinary souls could not touch real objects. Since this man could pick up stones, it means that he was indeed a soul.

But... only the powerful generation can have souls, and according to his observation, even his master may not be able to do so.

Cheng Qian stood in a stale moment, and finally put down the wooden sword. Even if he had no idea, he knew that the other party had nothing to do with true or false, and he had no struggle to a soul monk.

"I am Tang Zhen of Mulanshan. Speaking of it, I have a relationship with Master Ling," the male ghost said, and his expression was slightly dazed. "A hundred years ago, I was plotted by the demon, and my soul fell into the soul-devouring lamp. Fortunately, I was not completely refined. I escaped by chance, but I lost my mind because of a hundred years of imprisonment. I forgot who my name is... Fortunately, my little brother has this clear heart talisman in his hand. Can you... give it to me?"

Cheng Qian thought about it, put the leaves, and then cautiously grabbed Han Yuan and stepped back ten steps. The man's face flashed with joy, and immediately reached out to attract the leaves. The leaves suddenly became fluorescent. In an instant, a ball of white light penetrated into the male ghost's body. The blood and stench of his body dissipated a lot, and his whole body was not so blue and white.

The male ghost who claimed to be Tang Zhen took a deep breath, bowed to Cheng Qian and Han Yuan, and said, "I will thank you very much. Please greet Master Ling on my behalf. The demon Jiang Peng still has some connection with the noble sect. Please be careful."

After saying that, he disappeared into the air out of thin air, as if it had never existed.

"What thoughts?" After the waiter disappeared for a long time, Han Yuan asked inexplicably, "Xiao Qian, what thoughts are he saying?"

Cheng Qian did not answer, and his eyes turned black and he fell softly.

Han Yuan was startled and rushed to catch him: "Xiao Qian, why are you?"

Cheng Qian's ears were buzzing, his hands and feet were soft and he couldn't raise any strength. He could only let Han Yuan, who had developed limbs and simple minds, carry him up with clumsy hands.

And the culprit was running behind his back and said, "Say something to me, Xiao Qian? Senior Brother?"
Chapter completed!