Fighting the Martial Universe

　　 Zhang Mofan walked over and asked pretendingly: "Little Eight, are you okay?"

　　 If this pig doesn't teach a few times, he really won't put his master in his eyes.

　　 "Boy, you are too presumptuous, you dare to hit my nose."

　　 Eighth Master clutched his nose and complained: "It seems that I was really planted in your hands. I didn't expect your strength to be so powerful. My punch just now didn't have the strength of the Seventh Layer of the Bigu Stage, so I couldn't respond."

　　 "Who are you really Slaughtering the Demon Saint? Why are you so weak? Even your body is so weak?"

　　 asked Zhang Mofan.

　　 "As I said, I was beaten back to my original form by the robbery, and even the indestructible golden body was broken."

　　 The Eighth Master sighed, looked around and felt the energy between the heaven and the earth. He jumped up and said: "It's over, it's over, what the **** is this? The heaven and earth are so weak? How can I practice?"

　　 This is Riyueling, which is naturally inferior to Zhou Yuanjie.

　　 "Xiao Ba, as long as you follow me obediently, I will let you become the Demon Slayer again."

　　 Zhang Mofan squatted down, touched Ba Ye’s pig nose, and then found gauze from Na Lingjie to wrap his injured nose.

　　 "Silver Feather Holy Sage also said that back then, and when I followed him, he was the Most Holy Powerful, hasn't he fallen, just you?"

　　 Ba Ye shook his head disdainfully, and said: "I've been so bad for eight lifetimes."

　　 Now, I can only take one step.

　　 "Xiao Ba, follow me, I will take you back to Sky Cloud City."

　　 Zhang Mofan said, one person and one pig, and he walked in the direction of Tianyun City.

　　 After chatting all the way, this eighth master is really not a pig, but the appearance is very similar to a pig. In ancient times, the eighth master was mocked as a pig by some monsters, but he killed them all.

　　 On the way, they shuttled through a dark forest. Zhang Mofan asked the Eighth Master who was behind him, and said: "Little Eighth, do you know, who is the strong man who killed Silver Feather?"

　　 "How can I know? I don't know everything about Zhou Yuanjie now. I have been with Yinyu Supreme for a few years, basically locked in a secret room."

The Eighth Master followed Zhang Mofan, standing on tiptoe, like a thief, cautiously said: "There is no danger here, right? You are so weak, if you encounter any strong, I will really It's going to be roasted and eaten."

　　 "Don't worry, there will be no strong people in this area, not to mention, if you walk on four legs, no one will pay attention to you."

　　 Zhang Mofan said.

　　Walking with two feet will definitely be noticed.

　　 "Huh, even if my eighth master is dead, if he is smashed to death by a catastrophe, and burned by someone, he will never walk on all fours."

　　 Just after he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that there was an abnormal movement around him, and he immediately got down and followed Zhang Mofan.

　　 Zhang Mofan felt a little funny. It seemed that this Demon Slayer Sage was really afraid of death.

　　 However, it is normal for an existence like him to be beaten back to its original form and fear of death.

　　 It's just that, can he be more spineless?

　　 "Zhang Mofan, be careful, there is a change in your left direction."

　　 Baye reminded.

"what?"

　　 Zhang Mofan was surprised secretly, and said: "Can you feel it?"

　　 "Although I was beaten back to my original form and my soul was damaged, I still stayed at the third level, comparable to the Hundred Apertures realm. With me by your side and a hundred meters away, I can detect movement."

　　 Baye said.

　　 Hearing this, Zhang Mofan's eyes also lit up. This soul perception is not something ordinary people can grasp, and it is necessary to cultivate the soul.

　　 There are three souls and seven souls. The three souls are soul, longevity soul and fighting soul.

　　Shou soul represents life span. The stronger the life soul, the longer life expectancy. An ordinary warrior can live up to 80 or 90 years old.

　　The soul is a kind of spiritual power that can perceive everything around it. The stronger the soul, the stronger the perception.

　　In other words, with this eighth master by his side, any wind and grass can be easily sensed.

　　 Sure enough, there was a large number of leaves turning in the distance, and there was a little clanging sound. This sound seemed to be the sound of shackles.

　　 Zhang Mofan hid behind a giant tree, and the Eighth Master also hurriedly followed, stood up, and lay down behind Zhang Mofan.

　　 turned his head, through the dense leaves, Zhang Mofan saw a large group of people and horses shuttled through the dense forest.

　　 The group of men and horses was a dozen middle-aged men, actually escorting a young girl.

　　 The girl has a beautiful appearance, her dress is dirty, and her body is heavily shackled. Every step looks very heavy.

　　 "Beauty!"

When the Eighth Master saw the girl, Dou Da's eyes straightened, and said: "Zhang Mofan, the cultivation of those people should be no more than the three-fold and four-fold cultivation of the Bigu realm. With your skill, you should be able to kill them all. When the time comes, I will take action to rescue the beauty, how about?"

　　 "No way!"

　　 Zhang Mofan squinted at Ba Ye, feeling this pig is still a bit lustful, he doesn't want to cause trouble.

　　 No one knows what the origin of that group is.

　　 As the saying goes, it is better to do more than to do less. There are so many injustices in the world, so he can never take care of everything!

　　 "Zhang Mofan, do you have the heart to see that girl being held by them like this? I can't imagine how this girl will end up."

　　 Ba Ye gritted his teeth and said.

　　 "I want to save you, don't blame me if you get grilled."

　　 Zhang Mofan whispered ~www.ltnovel.com~ Ba Ye was itchy with hatred. Back then, he was famous for "it is difficult to deal with beautiful women."

　　 As long as it is a beauty, he is responsive.

　　 Now that the cultivation base is gone, he can only watch, no matter how important a beauty is, it is not as important as his life.

　　 When the pair of men and horses drove to the open space in front of Zhang Mofan, they stopped, and a dozen pairs of them looked at the girl unscrupulously.

　　 "Boss, it would be a shame to kill her like this? Why don't you let us have a good time and kill her again?"

　　 One of the middle-aged men said, "This is Miss Li's family, a young lady from the first-class family in Yanling City. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has a noble temperament, which is different from those women in brothels."

　　 "Yeah, boss, I'm going to kill anyway, why don't you want the cheap ones?"

　　 A few middle-aged men rubbed their hands, the corners of their mouths dripping water.

　　 "Hurry up!"

　　 The man they called the boss slowly walked aside, holding his hands behind his back.

　　 As for their subordinates, they walked up to the girl with a lewd smile and were about to take off her clothes.

　　 The Eighth Master was really angry. Four feet rushed out and shouted: "You bastards, let go of that girl and let the Eighth master come first."

"Yep?"

　　 Seeing this, the middle-aged men turned around and saw a pink pig.

　　 "A talking pig? Could it be a spirit beast?"

The man headed by 　　 looked over with a look of surprise on his face, and said: "Little ones, grab that pig. I am now a beast."

　　 However, at this moment, Zhang Mofan also walked out slowly, looked at those people, and said slowly: "You each leave an arm, and then leave."