"Little monk, you are impatient!" The monk in blue appeared in his hand and headed towards Zhou Lianggai.

"It's a bit similar to my Doutian.com!" He smiled casually, and the big blue net flying in the air couldn't move.

The wild woman drinking on the right looked up slightly at the handsome little monk, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. The leading man who was drinking behind also looked up slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Where did the meditation come from? At least there was the late stage of the Golden Elixir cultivation.

The cultivator in blue tried to redeem the magic tricks and wanted to reclaim the magic weapon, but unfortunately the blue silk screen seemed to not obey his orders and did not move at all in the air.

A centipede appeared beside him, and his mouth was opened and a thick fog was sprayed out. This was a monster in the late stage of the Demon Pill, a colorful centipede. You can tell that it is extremely poisonous when you look at its colorful color!

After the thick fog, Zhou Liang was still sitting at the table, smiling at the monk in blue, and folding his hands together, "What a pity this jar of good wine!"

He picked up the wine glass, and the wine in the glass had already turned into a colorful color. It seemed that a golden figure flashed away, and the wine turned into a ball of water vapor, heading straight for the colorful centipede!

Without three breaths, the centipede fell to the ground and died. "The colorful centipede in the late stage of the demon pill can refine some magic weapons!" With a wave of his hand, a huge golden handprint was waved, which was the Great Buddha's hand. "Amitabha, Buddhist disciple, killed life!"

The child despised him in his heart. After killing him, he had to put away his body. Then he kept saying that he had killed him, and he recited it in a mess, like the sutra of rebirth. This monk was just a bitch and had to set up a archway!

"Bold, you dare to kill the monster of my Giant Poison Sect!" The cultivator in blue waved his hand gently, and the other seven people immediately surrounded him!

"Are you eight Jindan cultivators?" Zhou Liang looked up and looked at him, "Giant Poison Sect, this is the Great Wei. I have never heard of your sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of him. It was the 30-year-old monk who seemed to be in the late stage of the Golden Pill. "Where are you from? This place is under the jurisdiction of my Giant Poison Sect. I have never heard of a meditation sect!"

The thirty-year-old monk smiled coldly, "If you are a casual cultivator, you will do this, and I am afraid that you will find it difficult for you to escape today. Kill my junior brother, the gorgeous centipede, and hand over you, the little monkey, and then give up!"

The little monkey glanced at the nine people, as if a little scared. He squeaked twice, ran to Zhou Liang's arms, and looked at the nine creatures with a squeak.

"My monkey is just an ordinary mountain monkey. I am afraid I am not qualified to pay for this colorful centipede. If I pay for the life of the monk, what do you think?" Zhou Liang looked up at the thirty-year-old man and drank another glass of Jianming wine that penetrated through the colorful venom!

Everyone looked at all this in shock, and Zhou Liang's face did not change. You must know that even the Nascent Soul Elder could not easily deal with this kind of venom. The thirty-year-old young man's face suddenly twitched twice, and he bowed gently, "Occursed!"

The nine people retreated to the table, and a crisis seemed to disappear. Zhou Liang hugged the little monkey and started drinking on his own.

However, the middle-stage cultivator of the blue-clothed Golden Pill died, and seemed to have suffered great insults. He sat on the table, and the more he thought about it, he became more and more angry. He suddenly flew out a flying sword and stabbed Zhou Liang.

"Junior brother, don't!" the thirty-year-old monk shouted suddenly, shocked. Zhou Liang suddenly looked up and looked at the mid-stage monk. His two golden hands suddenly took a picture from the air!

Before the monk in blue arrived, the flying sword stopped in the air. He was buried in the middle by these two illusory golden Buddha hands, his expression was frightened, his heart was pounding, as if the two Buddha hands in front and back were gently patted!

The handsome little monk on the opposite side slapped himself to death as if he had slapped a mosquito to death. Puff! Before he could speak, he suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground!

Eight people quickly passed by. After one of them checked, they immediately said angrily, "The Dantian is broken, you dare to destroy his lifelong cultivation!"

"If a person kills me, the Buddha said, you can kill him!" Zhou Liang stood up gently, "The little monk saves him one life, which is to give him a chance!"

The 30-year-old monk sneered and said, "What a big tone. Your cultivation level is not clear. But if you dare to touch my giant poison sect, you must be prepared!"

"Are you ready? Did the colorful venom kill me, take away my spirit beast, and then plunder the spirit stones on me. In the end, you are satisfied. I will leave my body without a single body and fall into the vast desert outside?" Zhou Liang smiled slightly, "If I hear that the little monk will save his life, it is enough. You nine of you will not be qualified to move!"

"What an arrogant bald donkey!" The monk in blue suddenly released a pressure, and everyone around was shocked. It turned out to be a monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul!

Zhou Liang's face was calm, and it was not the first time that his spiritual power was under pressure. All those in the Mahayana stage had seen it. What is the Nascent Soul stage?

"The ancestor of the Nascent Soul Stage, with the little monks everywhere, they are all Nascent Soul monks, but for some reason they gather in this little dragon gate inn!"

As soon as Zhou Liang finished speaking, a group of people came in outside the inn again. Zhou Liang knew this group of people and horses, and he could not recognize them anymore. It was Xu Fan, a group of people from the Formation Sect, who was in pairs!

The pair of one-armed arms have been saved. A thin young man next to him and the four flying swords behind him are Xu Fan!

"I'm upset, store owner, give me some room!" Cheng Shuang and Xu Fan actually became Nascent Soul cultivators. For fifteen years, they broke the golden elixir and achieved Nascent Soul. This surprised and joyful Zhou Liang. It seems that the Formation Sect must have developed well over the years.

"Junior brother, wait for other brothers here, and then rush to Tianjian Mountain together!" Xu Fan said softly, giving a top-grade spirit stone. This Longmen Inn seemed to be a mortal inn, but it was not the case!

"Yes, senior brother!" Cheng Shuang nodded, and didn't even look at Zhou Liang and the people of the Giant Poison Sect, "Shopkeeper, a top-grade spirit stone!"

The shopkeeper took the spirit stone and flattered it to everyone. At this moment, the Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly swept out a poisonous mist, which condensed but did not dissipate, wrapping Zhou Liang layer by layer!

"If you go against our Giant Poison Sect, the end of the fight against our Nascent Soul is death!" The 30-year-old Nascent Soul sneered. This poisonous fog is not a colorful centipede, but a condensed tail of a colorful scorpion!

Cheng Shuang and Xu Fan couldn't help but stop and looked back. The wild woman and the burly man were also staring at the poisonous fog, as if waiting for Zhou Liang's death!

"Amitabha!" With a faint Buddha sound, Zhou Liang walked out of the little monkey holding the little monkey. The little monkey suddenly sneezes and shook his claws on his nose, as if the poisonous fog just now was very smelly!

"You really aren't qualified if you want to kill me!"
Chapter completed!