Big Data Cultivation

Lang Zhen's heart sank when he saw that the package was torn.

He is too clear. There are too many quirky things in Feng Jun's package, which can easily cause others to covet.

But the next moment, he became stunned: in several packages, there were neat paper cigarettes, and there were a few pieces of clothes changed, and nothing else.

Even lighters are only seven or eight.

"Impossible," Jia Xingwang shouted loudly, looking like crazy, "How come the thorn of the spirit hedgehog is gone?"

It took four or five minutes for the sixth boy to figure out the purpose of the goods. To be honest, he really looked down upon other things except those lighters.

But two of the knights were smoking. They tore the cigarettes and smoked them. They took only two bites and praised the smell of the smoke.

The young man in blue was disappointed when he saw it. He glanced at Feng Jun with a glance, "This is what you are trying to protect?"

Feng Jun's face is very unsightly. In fact, he just brought a few backpacks and motorcycles back to reality, changed a few backpacks of cigarettes back, and thought that it took some energy points, and his teeth were itchy.

For the question of the thirteenth youth, he just glanced coldly and did not make any response.

Can be killed without humiliation. The point is that it should not be humiliated. As for the value of the things to be guarded, that is not important.

Thirteen Shao was a little annoyed by this look, and he vaguely guessed the meaning of the other party, so he sneered, "These things are all deducted first, brought back to Yangshan and handed over to the county government office, and explored carefully ... These two Also go back. "

Feng Jun still didn't speak. Lang Zhen was still upset. When he saw the immortals, he didn't say anything, and he shut up.

It was Jia Xingwang who saw it and panicked. "Lords, Zhen Zhen is honest, you are bewitched by this spy."

He wanted to restore his image in front of the future old Taishan, however, the lone wolf had no interest in even looking at him.

"Bewitched?" The sixth boy heard this and came interested, "Tell me?"

When he learned that Lang Zhen had left the army and went to the dart board to eat mixed meals, he no longer regarded this person in his eyes-there was nothing terrible about the dart board. Only the support of the army would make Gu's family feel a little worried. .

Now that he knew that the lone wolf was bewitched by strangers, he became a follower, and he couldn't help being curious.

But Jia Xingwang also knows that there are some special features of Feng Jun that he can't say, for example, the means of magical medicine.

Otherwise, Gu's family is likely to change his original intention and hug the thigh of the magician, no matter how powerful he is, he is not willing to offend the doctor.

Therefore, he was vaguely talking about Feng Jun. The main point of focus was to introduce the Jia and Lang families' status in Xiaohu Village, and the two were even going to get married, but they were disturbed by this stranger.

They gathered together for a bunch of chats. Feng Jun and Lang Zhen were more than 100 meters away from them, sitting on a stone.

The knights did not guard the two of them. They had horses, and they were not afraid of the two running away.

In fact, even the sixth man thought that if these two ran away, they would n’t have to chase them—just eat the other ’s goods. In case the other party really had something to come, it would n’t be too offending.

Lang Zhen and Feng Jun whispered at the moment, "Why don't you show your identity? Gu family must not dare to provoke the practitioners."

Feng Jun glanced at him without explaining, but just answered lightly, "I have my considerations."

It's so dying, the brain of the lone wolf is too big, just eat this set, don't you tell me the reason? I can make up for it.

Is Feng Shenyi not forging body, poor close combat strength? Or did the Feng family stipulate that when the children go out to practice, they can't play the banner of immortals? Or is it necessary for immortal practitioners to experience a process similar to self-abuse in order to complete the accumulation of world sentiment?

He was thinking about it, and he suddenly heard Feng Jun speak again, "You said that we went to Yangshan. If I don't show my identity, what will happen?"

Lang Zhen withdrew his thoughts and glanced at him angrily, "I don't know what you are worrying about, but I can be sure that if you are an ordinary person, it is unlikely that you will enter Yangshan County alive ... Kill, how much tongue?

Feng Jun looked at him thoughtfully, "That is to say, after we leave Yangning, are we in danger?"

Lang Zhen shook his head and smiled helplessly, "If it weren't for me, you would be in danger now, and you still need to get out of Yangning? They worry that they will not surround me, and once they escape, they will proclaim their crimes ... If you are an ordinary person. "

I am actually ... really an ordinary person, Feng Jun murmured silently in his heart, and then thoughtfully said, "So, I can only kill these people?"

Lang Zhen was silent, he really did not expect that Feng Jun was such a soft-hearted person.

But after thinking about it, he was relieved again: it is just such a person who needs experience.

So he nodded slightly, "You kill them better than being killed by them. Offending practitioners is originally a death sentence."

Feng Jun glanced at him sideways, "So, it is up to you to make up the knife?"

Make up? Lang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then nodded sternly, squeezing out two sentences from his teeth, "Don't let go ... including Jia Xingwang."

This plane is really killing, Feng Jun whispered secretly.

But he did not reject anything in his heart. His breath was also suffocated. Since he went all out to pick up the copper plate, he secretly vowed: I will definitely find this shame.

Moreover, if he can't make a difference, then even if Lang Zhen's brain hole is even bigger, he must be suspicious-is there such a foolish cultivator?

As a foreigner, it was really not easy for him to meet the indigenous people who are experienced and convinced by Lang Zhen. Even if it was just for Lang Zhen ’s feelings, he also needed to use thunder means.

In fact, Feng Jun is not a master of moral cleanliness, but he comes from a well-ordered modern society. For killing so many people at once, he also needs a psychological adaptation process.

For example, picking up a copper plate, or taking a whip, for example, he has been silently accumulating his hatred value.

Want to understand this, he whispered, "When I let you cover your ears, don't cover it."

Cover your ears? Lang Zhen blinked his eyes, and then a splendid color gradually appeared in his eyes—want to witness the technique?

He looked at his broken arm in embarrassment, and tried to cover his ear ... Fortunately, it was barely enough.

After a try, immediately afterwards, he produced an uncontrollable excitement, forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you going to ... use spells?"

This is the technique of the Immortal Cultivator. Even if Lang Zhen's knowledge is broad, it is only limited to hearing that even the people he has contacted have no such honor, which can be witnessed on the spot.

Feng Jun smiled slightly and replied lightly, "What is it, you don't need to care, you will listen to me later."

Lang Zhen nodded slightly, "I know, you can rest assured, I will never drag you."

They whispered here, of course they could not hide the knights of Gu family, but they didn't care. In the face of absolute strength, any ghost trick is ridiculous. Does anyone care about the feeling of ants?

To be honest, if it were n’t for Feng Jun ’s overly reckless behavior, Lang Zhen also had a good practice, and the old sixty-nine would raise the whip and pump them hard again—in front of us, you Dare to whisper?

At the end of the late Hai Dynasty, at around nine o'clock in the evening, the Gu family's knights began to rest, releasing two whistle, one clear whistle and one dark whistle. Fuck together.

Feng Jun picked up an opportunity and whispered a command, "Come with me, go to the car."

The two got up and walked towards the motorcycle without any hassle.

The condition of the motorcycle has been checked by the Gu family's knights. They very much appreciate the exquisiteness of the car, and there is a deep confusion about the car that can only carry goods. Is it necessary to do so well for the loaded car?

However, their relationship with Feng Jun was very bad. Of course, they did not expect the other party to solve their own problems, but it is conceivable that after entering Yangshan County, Feng Jun could n’t help him even if he did n’t want to say.

Ming Shao was still a little alert to the two of them, and asked him, "What are you two doing?"

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Lang Zhen responded unsurprisingly, "You have to find a place where no one is."

Whistle felt something was wrong, immediately shouted, raised his finger, "Stop, go over there!"

Lang Zhen replied indifferently, "There are scratch papers on the car, so let's get some?"

There is straw paper in this plane, but that is a luxury. Like the villagers of Xiaohu Village, they basically have no money to buy these things.

Feng Jun ’s backpack contains seven or eight rolls of toilet paper, which are seen by the Gu family knight. The white paper roll is brownish yellow straw paper on this plane, I do n’t know how many times it is high-end.

It was precisely because of the extraordinary manifested in this bit by bit, that the Gu family thirteen young people were afraid, not daring to turn their faces, but thinking about returning to their own territory and then cooking.

Feng Jun walked to the front of the motorcycle, and found something from his pocket. When he jumped up, the person stepped up, and at the same time, he yelled softly, "Jump up!"

Lang Zhen heard the words, first a little stunned, and then without a word, a body jumped directly to Feng Jun's neck.

He has paid attention to skill, but his body of more than 100 kg still pressed Feng Jun's body forward.

"Behind me is the seat!" Feng Jun shouted angrily, directly started the motorcycle, turned on the headlights, "Hold me!"

Lang Zhen's skill, it was really not given in vain. As soon as he shrank, he slipped behind Feng Jun and steadily rode to the seat.

Under the illumination of the bright car lights, the motorcycle made a huge roar, and Feng Jun took Lang Zhen away.

"I'm going!" The cigarette in the mouth of the whistle fell to the ground, his mouth slightly opened, his eyes widened, "That's ... what is that, Spirit Beast?"