The 'weird' who looked both an old man and a child said impatiently: "Boy, why do you talk so much? I see that the big pot is so angry. Is it right to cook the rice? If you don't even bring a bowl to Master Shen, Master Shen will not care about your troubles in my house!"

"Oh!" Zhou Gan scratched his head and took off the wooden cover. The fragrance filled the lotus leaves. The rice grains were as big as pearls, full as the fragrance was swaying. There were also some dates, osmanthus, lotus seeds, longans and other things that were decorated with crystal clear and beautiful food.

"I originally wanted to make lotus leaf rice, but unfortunately there was no meat, so the ingredients for making eight treasure rice were not enough. I had to mix two ways to make it. I don't know how it tasted?" Zhou Gan was quite sorry, but such a baby could not fully express its taste, which made him very heartbroken.

When I turned around, the three dishes had been slim, leaving only the clean dishes as clean as new and slightly swaying between the table. The 'weird' wiped his mouth, as if it had a aftertaste, and sighed: "It's really delicious~~"

He suddenly turned his head, looked at him angrily, and shouted: "Boy, why don't you bring the food? Do you want to starve your samurai to death?"

Zhou Gan quickly brought the rice bowl. The "weir" didn't use chopsticks. He sucked the rice balls, and the rice jujube and other things flew into his mouth, chewing them with his cheeks, swallowing them, and finishing their meal.

"Why did there be such delicious food in the world? Why didn't I eat it in Qin? Isn't it just boiled meat in water?" The 'Monster' shook his head, as if he was quite regretful. When he saw Zhou Gan standing stupidly on the opposite side, he was angry again and cursed: "Is it that a mere mortal is so weak, don't you see Master Shen hungry!"

"But you have eaten much better," Zhou Gan muttered: "I haven't eaten yet~"

"A mere mortal dares to talk back to Master Shen!" The 'weird' sneered, "Is it okay to be Master Shen? Come on!"

The eight-treasure rice wrapped in lotus leaves was taken from the air to the table. The "weird" did not move his hands and feet. He opened his mouth and the rice grains were bundled into his mouth. After a while, only a few spoonfuls of food were left.

Zhou Gan was anxious. Not to mention the sword immortal, even the gods could not stop their own meals. He grabbed the lotus leaf with his hand, but the lotus leaf moved to the right, to the right, and then to the left. He looked up and saw that the "weirdo" was sneering disdain, and opened his mouth, and even prepared to wrap the gourd with the gourd and ladle.

Zhou Gan was furious and used a killer move, "Pu" a few times, spitting splashes.

"A mere mortal, why are you so shameless!" The 'weird' stared at him with a beard and stared.

"Woooooo, woooo--" Zhou Gan tried his best to stuff food into his mouth. He quickly retorted when he heard this, but his words were unclear.

Unexpectedly, the "weird man" seemed to know what he was thinking. He slapped the table and shouted: "You cooked this food, but the pot and spoon utensils are owned by Master Shen, and the fruits and vegetables outside were also watered by me with shit and urine!"

"Woo woo woo woo woo--"

"Although this is a good cave for the stern ghost, this world has been occupied by me for a long time. How can he do anything to Master Shen?" The "weir" was proud.

"So you are not Senior Jiyin?" Zhou Gan swallowed the last piece of rice and said strangely.

"How dare a mere mortal man draw the words of Master Shen?!" The 'weird man' glanced at Zhou Gan and said disdainfully: "How can a mere junior Yin be better than Master Shen's merit and fortune? The Taoist movement is transparent!"

"Who is that senior?" Zhou Gan looked in awe.

"The Taoist name of Master Shen is Changsheng Zhenren, and there is no door or sect. The heaven and earth are scattered~" Master Changsheng stroked his beard and was self-evident.

Zhou Gan was even more respectful and said, "Then why did you run to Senior Jiyin's cave?"

"It's not that extremely Yin boy wants to refine Master Shen, but he can't do anything to Master Shen, so he beat Master Shen..." Zhenren Changsheng sighed, suddenly furious and did not see his movements. Zhou Gan's eyes blurred and he was grabbed by his collar and shook, "You are talking to Master Shen again! You are talking to Master Shen again..."

‘You are what you want to say!’ Zhou Gan was so shaken that he rolled his eyes, without any strength to fight back.

It was probably enough to shake it, but Master Shen took a long breath, was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Actually, the Jiyin boy is pretty good. He doesn't see him for thousands of years, and I don't know if he has passed the second heavenly tribulation?"

He glanced at Zhou Gan, and saw him shut up tightly, and was furious: "Just mortal ginseng, how dare you ignore ginseng when you talk to you!"

"I'm afraid you will say something to you!" After saying that, he still kept his mouth shut, obviously afraid of Master Shen.

Master Shen was still angry and humming: "Just mortal, Master Shen will allow you to speak." After saying that, he suddenly became curious, "Why did you run to the Jiyin Lair? Could it be that his subordinates began to suck their souls and refine their souls again?"

Zhou Gan suddenly felt cold sweat and quickly told Master Shen about the treasure hunt for the First Emperor’s tomb, "... So I came here from the hall, and you will know everything about Master Shen later."

"You mortals are so brave. You dare to steal into the Immortal Mansion. I didn't expect that Qishui would stop flowing. The carp spirit was so rampant that he used the Qishui power to make the carp spirit so tightly," Master Shen touched his chin, "So, the second heavenly tribulation of that Yin boy passed? No wonder he has not seen any traces over the years. It turns out that he was busy killing the three corpses. The cultivation level of the three corpses was reduced by one. He can't let his demons know, otherwise he would be in great trouble!"

"Senior Master Shen, how did you come out of this formation?" Zhou Gan asked after getting familiar with the real person Changsheng.

"Don't worry, I've been there for thousands of years. What's the matter? You'll take out all your cooking skills these days and let Master Shen taste it enough. Let's talk about it when it's over!" said the real person of Changsheng lazy.

"But my younger brothers and teachers are all among them. The enemy is mysterious. I have to go and help! Please, Master Shen! After this matter, I will cook for you every day?" Zhou Gan said anxiously.

"This is a good idea," Changsheng Zhenren's eyes lit up, but he smacked his lips: "It's useless to say this. The Geng Ding Five Yin Void Fetal Hidden Envelopes have been arranged by the Ji Yin here. With the ability of Shen Ye, you can only send you out every seven days and three minutes. Calculate the time. There are still two days left, but you can't go anywhere now!"

"Huh?" Changsheng Zhenren was suddenly stunned and said in surprise: "Where did someone actually go?"

With one finger, a ray of energy was shot out. A green light in the green was faster than an arrow, rushing away the rolling fog, and pinching his fingers, the green light turned back and circled around the two of them. The scene in the circle was like black fog, and more than a dozen figures were intertwined. One of them was dancing in full swing, causing Mars to come and go, and it was obvious that the battle was in full swing.

Zhenren Changsheng seemed a little dissatisfied, shook his head, changed several curses, and recited silently in his mouth. As soon as he opened his hands, the scene was clearly visible.

Zhou Gan was shocked and blurted out: "Master!!!"

"Master?" Zhenren Changsheng wondered, "Is it the one who teaches you mortal sword skills?"

Zhou Gan ignored it and stared at the scene without turning his eyes. Real person Changsheng made a boredom, pouted his lips, and suddenly snorted: "I think your mortal master is going to be in danger!"

Zhou Gan turned his head and asked anxiously: "Why?"

Zhenren Changsheng was immediately proud and explained: "Look at the man with long teeth, green face, hair and horns, he is a ghost servant. Although he has no other skills, he is strong and has a hard body. He has no effect on ordinary flying swords. People in the Antarctic Cult like to refine this thing the most. Look at the spear in the hand of the ghost servant is transformed by ghost energy, and it is the most sinister. The body of a mortal is killed when it is touched. Although Master Shen doesn't take it seriously, he is more than enough to deal with that mortal."

But the situation is just the opposite. Zhou Xun Duan Dan sword was erratic and erratic, his figure was erratic, his speed was beyond the sight of the naked eye, and his sword technique was even more amazing, like a demon, as if it was not a human being to control a sword, but a sword man. The dozen ghost servants had more or less sword marks on their bodies, and they were bumpy and roaring.

"Hmph! So what if you can temporarily get into the upper hand? The ghost servant has infinite energy, and when can the mortal body last? Just one blow is enough to be fatal." The old man Changsheng said in a face.

The more he beat, the more harsh he became. Zhou Xun was blood red all over his body, and all the blood vessels and veins were protruding, like a ghost demon. With a low roar, the hot white air blurted out, like a thick line, and it didn't spread until it was ten feet away.

Seeing this, Zhou Gan took a breath. He understood how strong the power of the internal organs was. After holding the pill, Zhou Gan thought that even if he could not compare with his master, it would not be much different. But now it seems that within fifty moves, he will lose, and within eighty moves, he will die!

When the big tendon is pulled, "bang!" is like a bow string pulling against the ear. The sound can shatter the eardrums. When the body is twisted, the body can expand and expand with the naked eye. The thick black tendons are wrapped around the body, and the broken sword is like a short sword in his hand.

An iron palm grabbed the ghost servant's neck with an extremely clever grasping technique. Five thick radish-sized fingers stabbed into the flesh. A loud noise made a loud noise. The sword raised with his right hand and twisted his body to exert force. A white line suddenly appeared in the air, and then it was like the sound of two gunpowder shells hitting. The sky was shocked and the earth was shocked. The broken gall sword was inserted into the ghost servant's mouth, which was deep enough to reach the handle. When I pulled it out, there were deep grinding marks on the sword's body.

"Breaking Sword Style!" Zhou Gan whispered. When he used this move, he still needed to borrow the power of waist and horse unity, but his master Zhou Xun only needed one arm of strength, but the power of this move was twice as great as when he used it.

The sword light suddenly turned into thousands of times, covering the face, and it was fast and fast, and the air burst in the air. Zhou Xun, the fastest sword in the world, came from Zhou Xun, and the name of the Hundred Arm Sword Immortal came from this. Even Zhou Gan had made his name in recent years, he only won the title of the Little Sword Immortal, the Hundred Arm Sword Immortal and the Little Sword Immortal, and the High and Low Sword Immortal are judged.

The sword light is not only fast, but also changeable. The hundred-arm sword moves are like a hundred people using one hundred sword moves, with the broken limbs flying around.

"Impossible! How can the mortal body have such great power!" Changsheng Zhenren was unbelievable, "It's definitely weird!"

It happened that a ghost servant fell at Zhou Xun's feet. Zhou Xun was heavy in his waist, and his steps were neither too small nor too small. He stood up and jumped five or six feet, and poked his right foot down with his elephant legs. The ghost servant's head suddenly split and at the same time, he stepped on a large hole three feet deep and one meter wide. There seemed to be ripples and undulations around his body. Zhou Gan knew that this was the phenomenon of the yang energy rising after holding the elixir.

After a long time, Zhou Gan regained the image of an old man who bent down, coughed a few times, and continued to walk into the depths of the black fog.

"The goal of this mortal is actually "The Void Devouring Ghosts". He is so brave!" Zhenren Changsheng murmured.

‘Impossible,’ Zhou Gan frowned, and became more and more uneasy. He had seen Zhou Gan fighting with the two Yin and Yang elders three or four years ago. With his eyes, he naturally saw the changes in Zhou Xun one after another. In just four years, it was impossible for such a big difference...
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