Mozun has too many vests

take him away?Where are you going?Why is Mingji not there? No matter where he is going, Mingji should take him there, not this person.

Gui Wuya felt something was wrong, and frowned at Yu Yue.

Yu Yue looked at Gui Wuya, and raised the corners of her mouth happily: "Your vigilance is quite strong, but what's the use?"

What kind of waves can a young monk in the Qi refining period make?

Yu Yue didn't say any more, he waved his hand, and a talisman emitting black light flew out of the storage ring, flew towards Gui Wuya, and stuck it on Gui Wuya's body.

Gui Wuya didn't dodge, he felt the binding force emanating from the talisman, and sneered.

Although his strength has not fully recovered, and he is not the opponent of Mingji, but with the magic power he possesses now, a small cultivator who transforms the spirit cannot pose a threat to him.

It's just why Mingji's junior brother appeared here, and where did Mingji go?

Gui Wuya wanted to find out what happened. He pretended to be restrained, and asked in shock: "Why did you do this? Where is my master, where did he go?"

Yu Yue didn't answer, his consciousness went around the yard and found the avatar hiding in the corner.

Without hesitation, Yu Yue also captured the avatar and put it together with Gui Wuya, then took out two concealment talismans, one for each of them, and pasted it on Gui Wuya and the avatar, making sure that they were completely invisible and were captured After sweeping with his spiritual sense, he couldn't find any abnormalities, so he took the two of them on the road.

Gui Wuya was brought to an unfamiliar area, and he didn't feel flustered. Seeing Yu Yue's actions that were not aboveboard at all, he vaguely guessed something in his heart.

"You want to get rid of me without telling Master." Gui Wuya said affirmatively, he couldn't help but frowned when he remembered something, and looked at Yu Yue with unfriendly eyes, "Master's condition is getting worse now, it's all caused by I came to suppress his illness, but you actually want to kill me—you don’t want me to die, you want Mingji to die.”

"Ridiculous." Yu Yue looked displeased, and grasped Gui Wuya's last words, "Eldest Brother's name is also your name? It's really rude, today I will clean up the master's door for Elder Brother."

Yu Yue quickly brought Gui Wuya to the mountain where the medicine was refined, unlocked the concealment formation, and took Gui Wuya and the avatar into the underground medicine refining room.

A huge medicine stove appeared in front of him, the spiritual stone in the cave emitted a soft white light, the black flame burning the medicine stove danced, and the black flame danced on Gui Wuya's face, making his face inexplicably gloomy.

Gui Wuya grew up in the demon world, relying on his own strength to become a demon master, along the way, he has seen countless things, looking at this medicine stove that can hold several people, he immediately thought of the prevalent in the demon world. Use the method of a stranger refining a weapon.

The life is full of vitality, and when thrown into the furnace alive, the outburst of resentment and fear is not uncommon, and it is most suitable to be used as a material for a magic weapon that needs to absorb resentment.

Yu Yue successfully brought him into this secret medicine refining room, and he was slightly relieved, with a smile on his face, and finally he had the image of a half-clean medical saint.

Yu Yue turned her head to look at Gui Wuya and Incarnation, thinking that they were thrown into the medicine stove road like this, they were disturbed and full of resentment, and she didn't know if it would affect the nature of the medicine, so she condescended and said: "Two unknown people , can be used as the antidote material for the elder brother, and it is also your blessing."

"What, the antidote?" Gui Wuya is not a fool, and with just one sentence, he instantly understood something.

There is a reasonable explanation for the disappearing Mingji, Yuyue who happened to appear, and the refining room that was carefully hidden for fear of being discovered.

Mingji was tricked into accepting disciples, and was tricked back, just for this moment, let him make one of the ingredients for the antidote.

Gui Wuya crossed his arms, lowered his head and laughed, and said mockingly: "You guys claim to be famous and upright, but the way you make the antidote is so insidious, it's inconceivable."

This sentence greatly stimulated Yu Yue. He recalled the reason for the curse in the Ming Trace, and the things that might have happened before and after. His chest heaved violently, and he said angrily: "You think I am willing again? It's not the devil—the devil The head cast a poisonous curse on the elder brother, and only such a vicious method can be undone! That devil—"

Yu Yue didn't continue talking, he cleaned up his expression and restored his noble demeanor: "I thank you on behalf of senior brother, your sacrifice is worth it, don't you respect senior brother the most, and you must be willing."

Gui Wuya looked at Yu Yue's mouth opening and closing, almost unable to understand what he said, his mind went blank.

His curse?When did he cast a curse on Mingji, why didn't he know it?

... This villain, at this time, he still doesn't forget to smear him, it is really hateful!

"Okay, let's talk about what needs to be said." Yu Yue clapped her hands, and the lid of the medicine stove opened in response, and a strong medicinal fragrance was emitted from it.Yu Yue grabbed the arm of the avatar closest to him, and said with a smile: "You can go on the road with peace of mind, don't worry, the pain will end soon."

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Ming Ji followed Zhuo Ran to the place where it was said that the disciple acceptance ceremony was going to be held, and saw that there was no one there, and only used illusion to make a high platform.

The high platform is stylish and low-key luxurious, which will not steal the limelight of the people on the stage, but also can set off the bearing of the people on the stage.

Mingji nodded appreciatively, and praised: "I knew you would have no problem handing it over to Junior Brother, it's just..."

Mingji glanced across the empty venue: "It's a bit too quiet along the way, those disciples, why do they still have to take the exam now, isn't it the day when the Golden Pond is opened?"

Zhuo Ran's expression remained unchanged, and he said to Mingji: "Some time ago, I received feedback from all the masters that my disciples have become more and more slack in their studies recently, so I temporarily added an exam, just hoping to alert them. Jinchi will be delayed for more Open it for a few days, so that all disciples can soak it, so don't worry about it, brother."

Ming Ji didn't say anything more about it, he said to Zhuo Ran: "Let's go, let's compete."

They are in the Mahayana period and the God Transformation period, so naturally it is impossible to be as casual as ordinary disciples.The two flew up and went to their exclusive sparring venue.

There is an enchantment in this field, which can prevent the spiritual power fluctuations and move damage of the opponents from leaking out, and prevent their attacks from causing too much damage.

Mingji drew out the Four Seasons Sword, and lowered his cultivation level to the stage of transforming gods, and only then did he start his duel with Zhuoran.

"when--"

The two swords collided, bringing out a surge of spiritual power.

Ming Ji and Zhuo Ran exchanged a few tricks, then frowned and looked at Zhuo Ran.

Mingji's cultivation has reached this level, even if he is not sensitive to many things in the outside world, he is absolutely sensitive to a person's moves and attacks and the state of the battle.

Something is wrong, very wrong.The younger brother's moves seem to be the same as usual, but there is a sense of guilty conscience and anxiety.

What is he guilty of?What are you worrying about?

Zhuo Ran strikes forward, Mingji deflects to the side, dodges the sword, and passes by Zhuo Ran who is following the momentum.

At such a close distance, a very faint medicinal fragrance floated into Mingji's nose.

Mingji's expression turned pale, and he grabbed Zhuo Ran's arm.Zhuo Ran stopped attacking, and looked at Mingji in confusion.

"Junior Brother, are you injured?" Ming Ji asked.

Zhuo Ran was taken aback for a moment, and then he pretended to be calm and said, "Why do you ask that, brother?"

Ming Ji frowned slightly, and glanced at Zhuo Ran's body covered by clothes: "You have a medicinal fragrance on your body."

"Oh, this." Zhuo Ran took a step away calmly, and said calmly, "I went to see the Yaofeng disciples' exams before, maybe it's the smell of medicine from them."

Zhuo Ran looked relaxed, but actually he was somewhat flustered inside.

He didn't see the scent of medicine that the disciples of Yaofeng got during the exams. He might be interested in going to the exams now.The scent of this medicine can only be brought from Yu Yue's alchemy room.

Damn it, he obviously changed his clothes and used cleaning techniques, but he didn't smell anything at all. How did he smell the traces? These five senses are too sensitive!Should it be said that he is a monk in the Mahayana period, even his nose is so good?

Zhuo Ran tried to relax his expression as much as possible, and said to Mingji: "I'm not injured, brother don't have to worry, we can continue to exchange ideas without any hindrance."

Ming Ji didn't make a move, he looked at Zhuo Ran, and suddenly stepped forward to close the distance between the two, lowered his head and sniffed Zhuo Ran's neck, who hadn't reacted.

Zhuo Ran subconsciously covered his neck and took another step back.

"I'm really not injured, and my brother probably didn't smell blood, so there's really no need to worry." Zhuo Ran said calmly.

Mingji's face darkened: "You lied, why didn't you tell the truth?"

Zhuo Ran didn't think he was showing his feet at all, he insisted: "I didn't, why would senior brother think so?"

"This medicinal fragrance is so complicated that it is not something that disciples need to refine during the exam. Why did you lie to me and say that it is for the disciple's exam?" Mingji questioned coldly.

Zhuo Ran looked at Mingji in surprise, with a dazed expression.

Mingji sneered: "Do you think I'm not proficient in medicine, so I can't smell it? Heh, I didn't use this ability before, so I never thought of telling you. After entering the Mahayana stage, as long as I think, You can smell its ingredients from any smell. You have used so many herbs for this medicinal fragrance——Wannian Bingling Grass?”

Mingji stopped in shock, as far as he knew, the Ten Thousand Years Ice Spirit Grass was in Yu Yue's hands, and the person who used the Ten Thousand Years Ice Spirit Grass to refine medicine was undoubtedly Yu Yue, but...

Mingji said coldly: "Young junior brother is back, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhuo Ran never expected that the five senses of a monk in the Mahayana period would be so powerful, and he couldn't answer for a while, so he said, "Little brother, he...he..."

"Forget it, I'll see for myself." Mingji didn't intend to listen to Zhuoran's next words, he opened his consciousness and enveloped the entire Dingyun sect.

Under his spiritual consciousness, every plant and tree of the Dingyun Sect was in his eyes, Mingji failed to find Yu Yue, but he made another discovery.

In his mountain peak, the two apprentices who should be seriously practicing sword cultivation disappeared, and the whole courtyard was lifeless.

During his absence for such a short time, his apprentice disappeared.

Wugui and Xiaoya are not mischievous, it is impossible for him to go out secretly when he is away, there must be something strange about it.

"Zhuoran, tell me the truth, what happened." Mingji lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes fell down, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes, "Don't make me lose my temper."

Mingji stood quietly like this, the breeze blew, and the blue robe on his body was blown, and the robe was blown against his body, outlining a somewhat thin waist, making him look harmless and fragile.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Zhuo Ran's forehead.

Oops.