She took the Xiuxian cannon fodder script

Chapter 88 Chapter 87

After all kinds of news were clarified, Lin Lin always put away the jade slips and practiced in seclusion for a while.

After two or three days, Xiao Shitou would always find some useful news for her, so as not to get off track with the outside world during the retreat.

The Yuxu disciples originally wanted to test their spiritual roots today, but they delayed for a day for unknown reasons.

Many people were uproarious, fearing and worrying whether this spiritual root test would not be held.

Some people come from far away and spend all their money just to have a chance to join the great sect.

Joining Yuxu is a step up, a symbol and transformation of identity and status.

As a result, the entire Bixian Town was unprecedentedly lively. Many mortals had no place to live, so they could only live in a tent outside, just for their children to have the opportunity to join the Jade Market, like a fish jumping over a dragon's gate, and become a king. dragon.

Get rid of the status of a mud leg, so you won't spend your whole life digging in the soil, afraid of the days when the last meal will not be the next meal.

Knowing the news, he took out the spirit stone to pass away the small stone, and continued to practice to pass the time.

The whole inn is very lively, going out for shopping and playing back and forth.

At this moment, there was a man outside the inn, standing beside a carriage with a bitter face: "Young master, don't embarrass the slave, after asking around, there is really no place to live, so I can only wrong you to live in this inn One day, after the test of the spirit root is completed, you can leave."

A young man's savage voice came from inside the carriage: "I can't find anything? It's because you didn't look for it seriously. I'm a cultivator, how could I live in a mortal's inn?"

The man was particularly aggrieved. He didn't want to take on this job. Who doesn't know how his young master is.

Those who came forward to serve were either scolded or beaten. Many servants complained so much that they dared not approach to serve.

And he is unlucky enough, who told him that he has no relatives to be in charge, and no one with few connections can only take over this drudgery.

He had already thought about being tortured and beaten, but now the one who complained to him was this little ancestor who walked slowly all the way, such as arriving in three days tonight, but in the end he couldn't find a place to live.

His grievance!

The man's servant tried his best to persuade the young man to live here, but in the end he could only give a cold snort of dissatisfaction and jumped off the carriage.

With his head held high, he strode towards the inn.

"Xiao Er hastened to come here and arrange the best upper-class room for our young master to live in."

A waiter saw someone coming and ran over: "Guest officer, I'm sorry that the inn is full, and there is only one low-class room left. Look at this..."

The young man was impatient when he heard this, and the second boy in front of him fell to the ground with an outburst of coercion: "Who are you? How dare you let me live in such a place. It is an honor for your inn to come in here, and you dare to let me remember Living in a place like that is courting death."

Xiaoer's forehead was bleeding on the ground, but he didn't dare to complain.

The body trembled, it turned out to be a fairy.

Where there is a natural gap in strength against immortals, restrain the pressure.

The shopkeeper of the inn came out to see, he was startled and ran over to kneel on the ground: "My ancestors, there are indeed people living in the inn, we don't want to disturb them, after all, the other party is also a fairy, Xiao is a mortal who opens the door to do business just to make ends meet. Please also forgive us a lot, my lord."

"Immortal, hehe, I want to see what kind of immortal cultivator is in the only superior room."

The servants behind the young man wanted to stop him, so where is the other party's opponent?
Pushed away by the teenager, he fell to the ground and almost died.

His face was as pale as a tissue, and he didn't even have the strength to speak to stop him.

There was a look of horror on his face, and it wasn't the bad luck of them being servants that they didn't take good care of the young master.

In the end there is only death.

The boy raised his chin like a swan, and as soon as he got his feet up, he immediately came to the first-class room on the second floor: "I want to see what kind of ghost and snake you are."

A gourd low-grade magic weapon appeared in the young man's hand, controlling the infusion of spiritual energy and the precious light suddenly appeared.

He didn't even want to throw it at Mo Yuheng's room.

Suddenly, the spiritual power of the formation was great, and it blocked this move, and then bounced back.

The boy was overconfident and unprepared, we were hit by this move and we flew backwards.

The room on the second floor was blown out of a human-shaped hole, which hit the street heavily and sank a meter before stopping.

The boy's whole body twitched, and the blood gushed out in embarrassment.

No strength to stand up.

Many ordinary people on the street were frightened by the sudden incident, fled in panic and screamed.

The man got off and hurriedly ran to the boy and squatted down to pull him up.

Mo Yuheng was startled and woke up from his practice: "Who attacked my formation?"

Raising his brows, his spiritual sense reached out to discover the situation, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the person who was looking for death. Such a bad result was completely self-inflicted.

Just as she was about to continue her cultivation, a voice filled with anger came: "Fellow Taoist in the inn, please come out and see, how did my son offend you to make you treat him so cruelly?"

Those who don't know the inside story think Mo Yuheng is some kind of villain?

Mo Yuheng felt that there was more to come, and each of them found her in trouble, thinking she was easy to mess with.

She was in a bad mood when her dream of quiet and quiet cultivation was broken.

Scanning the past with his spiritual sense, he found that the mortals in the inn were trembling with fright, and some innocent people were injured because of the coercion of nothing.

Anger rose up in his heart, he withdrew the formation with a wave of his little hand and came out to resist all the coercion.

There were some mortals who were on the verge of falling to the ground, as if they were fished out of the water and sat on the ground gasping for breath.

Mortals are grateful for their votes, they know right and wrong best.

Sure enough, there are differences between immortals, distinguishing between good and evil.

"Fellow daoist, ask your son first. I have arranged the array to practice in seclusion. Your son will attack my room without saying hello. Fortunately, I stopped practicing in time so that I won't go crazy. Do you know that the result of going crazy is either life and death, Dao disappears, or crippled for life."

Mo Yuheng said while looking at the other party.

The young man looks to be only 30 to [-] years old, handsome and possesses the eighth level of Qi training.

No wonder she is so arrogant and not afraid of things in Bixian Town, and she, Mo Yuheng, is also not afraid of the other party.

And the boy at the bottom of the pit was helped up and ate a small red pill, and his body finally stopped bleeding and gradually improved so that he would not die.

The young man looked at Mo Yuheng bitterly: "Father, kill him for me, kill him, anyone who dares to do something to me deserves to die."

Evil words, obviously he was wrong and blamed on others.

Meeting such a person, Mo Yuheng finally learned a lot today, and wanted her life.

"This is what Fellow Daoist thinks." Mo Yuheng looked at the young man with a half-smile.

The other party's real age should be older than his appearance, but Xiuxian's appearance is not fake.

He took out the flying sword from the storage bag and held it in his hand, the place where the sword tip exudes a murderous aura.

This is the sharpness of sword repair, which brings pressure to people invisibly.

(End of this chapter)