I am a mortal, a disciple of Spirit Beast Mountain

For things like pretending to be a demon cultivator, Jiang Yun is already handy. In order to prevent being targeted, Jiang Yun will change the inn he stays in every day, and he will have a new outfit every day.

On the second day, Jiang Yun dressed up as a handsome young monk, about half of his original face, wearing a dark red mid-level cassock, with a mask that could cover the left half of his face.

It still activated a small part of the blood flame magic art and the blood spirit pattern. Then start wandering around the stalls.

Jiang Yun found that the number of booths was reduced by nearly half, but the proportion of foundation-building monks in the remaining booths increased significantly, reaching about 10%, and most of these foundation-building monks were dressed as evil cultivators.

Jiang Yun observed around and soon found a high-quality partner in a remote place.

It was an evil cultivator in the middle stage of foundation establishment wearing a black burqa with a pair of miniature skull bells around his waist. According to Jiang Yun's observation, there was obviously something wrong with his physical condition, and it was quite difficult for him to enter meditation.

The strange thing is that there is no stall owner around this person, leaving a lot of space.

But Jiang Yun didn't care, he was just buying something. There was a 400-year-old red blood vine on his booth, which was one of the main materials of Buyuan Pill. It was very rare in such a year and could not be missed.

A smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Yun's mouth and walked towards this person.

Moxiu was very restless at this moment. A few days ago, he met a crazy woman near Fangshi, and fought desperately with him without saying a word, but both of them were injured and retreated.

The female cultivator's arm was stabbed by his blood needle. It is estimated that the blood must boil and then fester, and it is probably useless.

And his shoulder was pierced by the female cultivator's blue sword energy, so the injury was fine, but there was a slight stream of sword energy in his body, which caused his veins to be slightly damaged. . But it's been so annoying that I can't force it out of my body or erase it.

"Stinky bitch, I don't know you, you are even crazier than a guy who has practiced magic skills and has problems with his brain! You wait, next time I meet you, I will kill you and burn you with a skull lamp His soul!" Moxiu secretly hated.

At this moment, a young voice sounded from the front: "This fellow Taoist, what is the price of this red blood vine?"

Moxiu was in a bad mood, so he didn't even raise his head, and replied impatiently: "350 Lingshi, don't buy it, get out!"

Jiang Yun was a little surprised. Although this person had a bad tone, he was selling at the market price, and he didn't raise the price maliciously, so he had a good first impression of this person.

Jiang Yun didn't immediately answer whether to buy it, but said: "If I'm not mistaken, fellow daoist is troubled by some kind of sword energy in his body at the moment, maybe I can help fellow daoist a little bit."

Moxiu looked up and was taken aback for a moment. It turned out to be a fellow Taoist from the Demon Flame Sect. He would never admit the blood-red spiritual power covering his body. It was a skill that only inner disciples of the Demon Flame Sect could learn. Faxueyan magic skill, and there is also a pure magic energy, which is somewhat familiar, but I can't remember it for a while.

Moxiu got up, straightened his robes and cupped his fists and said, "Wumeng of the Tiansha Sect has seen his comrades from the Demon Flame Sect. I don't know if you said that you can solve the repeated sword energy in my body. I don't know if this is true?" After finishing speaking, he looked forward to He looked at Jiang Yun intently.

At this time, Jiang Yun's heart trembled, he, a fake demon monk who had practiced the flame blood magic skill, met someone's real demon? And what's the matter with this guy, why isn't he wearing the school uniform of Tianshazong? "

Jiang Yun thought about how to answer quickly in his mind, was silent for a while, and finally decided to fool the past, and said: "Fellow Daoist admitted that I was wrong, I am not a monk of the Demon Flame Sect, I am"

In the middle of Jiang Yun's speech, a voice came from behind: "When did Junior Brother Wu's eyesight become so bad? This fellow Taoist is obviously the true disciple of Yulingzong. Didn't Junior Brother even recognize the breath of the blood spirit pattern?"

Jiang Yun: "."

I saw a young male cultivator wearing a strong suit and wearing a wine gourd around his waist, walking towards Jiang Yun's side, revealing half of his chest and two arms, with a strange pattern of spiritual flames drawn on his skin .

The moment Jiang Yun saw the spiritual flame pattern, he recognized that this person was a cultivator of the Demon Flame Sect, and secretly thought something was wrong.

Wu Meng said carelessly to the cultivator of the Demon Flame Sect: "They are all of us, the same. Brother Lan, are you here to drink with me? Wait a minute, I will ask this fellow Taoist about the sword energy first."

Then he said to Jiang Yun: "Fellow Daoist, look at this"

Jiang Yun temporarily suppressed his worries, and with an ugly smile on his face, he said, "Actually, I have practiced some kind of spirit pupil technique, and I can see the spiritual power in other people's bodies."

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a Guishui sword qi. Only sword cultivators who have practiced water-attribute skills can practice it. Although its power is not too strong among many attribute sword qi, it is extremely difficult to deal with."

Wu Meng didn't expect this senior brother to recognize that sword energy at a glance, and his face suddenly showed ecstasy, and he said eagerly: "If senior brother has a way to deal with this damn sword energy, the things at the Wu booth can be Pick two and take them!"

Hearing that Jiang Yun could choose two of them, Jiang Yun, who was a bit greedy for money, was in a good mood, and said, "You don't know something, this sword energy can only be wiped out with the power of the soul, and other spiritual power, energy, and blood can be wiped out." It’s hard to produce an effect, if a fellow Taoist learns some kind of secret method of soul attack, it can be easily erased!"

After Wu Meng heard about it, he quickly closed his eyes and tried it, and found that it was indeed as the senior brother said, and it finally produced a certain effect. Counting the time required to recover the soul after consuming it, it would take about half a month to wipe it out. .

Wu Meng opened his eyes and thanked Jiang Yun, "Thank you fellow daoist for your guidance. Although I don't have the secret method of mind-soul attack, I finally have a clear way. Wu Mou keeps his word. Senior brother, please choose two."

Jiang Yun's spiritual sense quietly scanned the things on the booth, and thought: "I'm not interested in souls, poisons, magical artifacts, and strange bottles and cans.

Jiang Yun said politely: "It's just a matter of raising my hands, how can I get two treasures from fellow daoist, but I am indeed interested in that red blood vine."

As soon as Jiang Yun finished speaking, the red blood vine had been stuffed into Jiang Yun's arms by the stall owner Wu Meng. Wu Meng said, "Don't be too polite, fellow daoist, it's just a elixir."

At this moment, Jiang Yun's view of the monks of the magic way has changed a lot. I thought that this person had an upright personality, much better than some orthodox monks.

Jiang Yun was not polite either, and said, "Thank you, fellow daoist, but I will be disrespectful." After speaking, he put the red blood vine into the storage bag.

At this moment, the monk surnamed Lan took out a green jade slip from the storage bag and threw it to Wumeng, and said, "I happen to have a secret method of soul attack here, let's continue!"

Wu Meng took the jade slip and put it into the storage bag without any politeness, without even a word of thanks. It seems that the two are very familiar and have a good relationship.

Then Wu Meng stood up, put away the stall, walked up to Jiang Yun and the monk named Lan and said, "I know that there is a restaurant with good spirit wine, I invite everyone to drink!"

The monk surnamed Lan said to the stall owner with a smile: "Junior Sister Yue and Junior Brother Wang just arrived today, and they are waiting for us to have a drink together in a certain restaurant. I came here specially to call you. I didn't expect to meet another fellow from the Imperial Spirit Sect." .”

The monk surnamed Lan looked at Jiang Yun and said: "This fellow Taoist looks strange. I know a lot of true disciples of Yulingzong, but I have never met a fellow daoist. It seems that fellow daoist should be alone on weekdays." penance."

Jiang Yun finally thought of an excuse, and said, "The two fellow Taoists misunderstood, I am indeed not a member of the Six Sects of Demon Dao, and I have never even been to Tianluo Kingdom."

After hearing this, the two looked at each other and laughed loudly at the same time. After a while, the monk surnamed Lan said: "Fellow Daoist really likes to joke, and the Flame Blood Demon Art is nothing more than that. There are many practitioners of the Six Sects, but the Nine Spirits exercise Tizhenjue is not something that can be practiced by accidentally picking up a kung fu."

"The blood spirit pattern on the back of fellow daoist is pure and stable. It is obvious that the blood spirit pattern has already been completed. As far as I know, even if all the true disciples of Yulingzong can practice it to the first level, it is only seven years old. Only eight people!"

"If it wasn't for the talents of fellow daoists and the vigorous cultivation of the sect, how could it be possible for fellow daoists to become members of our Demonic Dao sect? Don't talk about fellow daoists!"

At this moment, Jiang Yun was clearly in crisis.

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