Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Chapter 3: The Revenge from the 2nd Generation Ancestor

Wu Tang shrank to one side after getting on the boat, and waited for the rushing beast tide below to gradually disappear in his spiritual consciousness, and then the tense spiritual consciousness relaxed, and the medicinal properties that had been suppressed by his will slowly floated up.

But he held back his breath and didn't want Yu Ji to underestimate him anymore, so he pressed the wound on his hand from time to time to remind himself.

Wu Tang was sitting on pins and needles, holding the instant talisman tightly in his hand, while Yu Ji was leaning on the side of the boat with half-closed eyes. The poison was not fatal at first but a painful pain. Now Yu Ji's entire finger All should have festered and spread.

Subconsciously, he wanted to see the place where Yu Ji's hand was stung by the poisonous scorpion, but he found that it was well hidden by Yu Ji's sleeve, and he didn't see anything.

Wu Tang guessed that Yu Ji's peaceful appearance was also trying to hold on, not as calm as the wind on his surface, and his sense of threat to him suddenly dropped by two points.

But after waiting for a while, Yu Ji still didn't seem to want to ask him about the detoxification pill, and the expression on his face was still calm, as if he didn't take the injury on his hand seriously at all.

Since no one was in a hurry, Wu Tang would not be in a hurry to tell him about Danfang. He felt that this person had an indescribable feeling, indifference or indifference were not appropriate, and he couldn't find the exact words to describe it.

But the consequence of the reduced sense of threat is that Wutang's medicinal properties are even more uncontrollable, and he is anxious to absorb the spiritual energy medicinal properties.But the more urgent and the more chaotic, the long-suppressed medicinal properties collapsed like a torrent.

His dantian meridian was instantly occupied, and he surrendered tremblingly to the medicine.

The tails of Wu Tang's eyes turned red, and the reason why he didn't dare to approach Yu Ji was all because of a string. He could no longer embarrass himself in front of Yu Ji, and he could no longer make Yu Ji look mocking.

Wu Tang's eyes were tightly closed, and the eyeballs moved restlessly under the eyelids, her cheeks turned rouge, bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks and sank into her hair, forming strands and sticking to her hair. On the flushed neck.

But he didn't say a word, tearing at the wound on the palm of his hand, relying on the pain of the wound to suppress the surging emotional tide.

This scene fell in Yu Ji's eyes, he was silent for a moment, rubbed his fingertips lightly, and suddenly he opened his mouth lightly, humming something.

Hearing this, Wu Tang opened his eyes, his eyelashes trembled like scattered branches and slanted and shattered in his pupils, forming a shimmering light shadow. Yu Ji sang in a strange tone, he had never heard anyone speak in such a tone, so that he couldn't tell the difference. Find out what he said.

Yu Ji ignored Wu Tang, but his eyes still fell on him, as if he was admiring something and became interested.

Wu Tang knew that the sea was churning and foggy, but he could tell that Yu Ji's two words were probably hummed to him.And looking at him, his expression was completely opposite to the first indifference and sarcasm, and he could even distinguish two or three smiles from Yu Ji's eyes.

Moody, this is a word that suddenly came to Wu Tang's mind, it is the perfect word to describe Yu Ji, he is a lunatic.

Wu Tang looked at Shang Yu Ji's eyes, and saw his own cold sweat dripping in embarrassment in his indigo eyes, and suddenly felt that he was like a monkey who had been stripped naked and was still on the stage, while Yu Ji was on the stage. The spectators who watched him make a fool of himself in the audience threw him out when they were not in the mood.And at this moment, when he is in a good mood, he will take him as a joke and sing a few lines to him.

He gritted his teeth so hard that the inner wall of his mouth was broken. He tried his best to restrain his body from approaching Yu Ji, his limbs were trembling almost convulsively, but he still watched as he succumbed to the medicine and moved towards Yu Ji step by step. Yu Ji crawled over.

A mournful cry came from Wu Tang's throat.

But Yu Ji just looked at him with a half-smile in his eyes, his already handsome face looked even more seductive, he neither refused nor spoke, just like the master who teased the monkey with food.

But when the monkey really crawled up in front of his eyes and touched the hem of his clothes with blood-stained hands, Yu Ji seemed to have finally waited for this moment, and waved his hand calmly, Wu Tang Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by his side, wrapping him from the front of Yuji to the tail of the boat, and knocking his forehead against the boat wall.

"Take the medicine." Yu Ji seemed to be disturbed by Wu Tang's offense, his voice became indifferent again, and he threw a medicine bottle over.

Wu Tang clenched the medicine bottle tightly, allowing the blood gurgling out of his palm to stain the golden bell, and the continuous crisp sound made his sea of ​​consciousness tingle.

In his past days, he had never experienced such a moment of embarrassment. He suddenly felt a surge of hatred for the person in front of him.

He struggled to pour out the medicine, smelled it and found out that it was indeed the antidote, so he took it, curled up at the tail of the boat, meditated, adjusted his breath and recovered his spiritual energy, without making a sound.

The boat drove forward for a certain distance, the sky gradually darkened, and entered a canyon, both sides were covered by high mountains soaring into the clouds, blocking the light of the canyon even more tightly.

Wu Tang remembered that this place was called the Valley of Beasts, and it was here that he lost consciousness after being separated from his fellow apprentices, and when he woke up, he was in the ice cave.

Wu Tang still remembered that when he and his fellow apprentices came here, the canyon was full of beasts, and most of these monsters were above the foundation building stage, with simple spiritual knowledge, knowing how to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and there were even big monsters in the Nascent Soul stage. The demon is the most dangerous place in the secret realm.

But at this time, not even a single monster was seen in the entire canyon. The boat went all the way inward, and the light became darker as it went in. There was only a narrow slit in the sky, which was extremely oppressive.

The more Wu Tang looked at it, the tighter his heart became, but when he turned his head to look at Yu Ji again, he saw that he was still resting with his eyes closed.

Who is he?

Wu Tang knows very little about him now. He only knows that his cultivation base is around the Nascent Soul stage, and the secret realm opens every five years. He knows all the Nascent Soul stage monks in the several sects who came to the secret realm this time, and none of them is Yu Ji. , but if he is not a member of these sects, who is he?

From the very beginning when Yu Ji appeared in the ice cave, he was full of weirdness, and he didn't take any threats to him seriously. What kind of support does he have?

Wu Tang has seen the world with his parents and master, relying on someone to support him is never a good person, and he has seen many capable people and strange people with strange tempers, but they are all polite to him.

But Yu Ji was the only one who didn't take him seriously. The more calm Yu Ji looked, the more he disliked him.

Not to mention that he still wants to be with Yu Ji, and now he can only grit his teeth and bear it. When he finds his senior brothers, he will definitely pay back the humiliation ten times.

"There is no trace of any monsters here." The sky was getting darker and darker, Wu Tang could only watch the mountain walls on both sides getting closer and closer, and it was difficult for the boat to shuttle in the canyon.

Hearing this, Yu Ji slowly opened his eyes, stopped the boat, and leaned against a huge protruding rock.

Wu Tang got off the boat and collected his breath, the mountain in the canyon was covered with extremely dense forests, and the sun was even less covered by the sun.

But also there were no monsters, and the huge dense forest was lifeless, with only the occasional rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Although monks can use their spiritual sense to look around, they don't have to rely too much on their eyes.But Wu Tang intuitively felt a wave of danger coming towards him, making him subconsciously approach Yu Ji.

Compared with the unknown danger, Yu Ji can predict a slightly familiar existence.

Yu Ji didn't pay attention to Wu Tang's actions. He took out a spirit stone from the Qiankun bag, activated the spirit energy to emit bright light to illuminate the surroundings, and traces of the activities of a large number of monsters and beasts could be found in the cover of grass leaves on the ground.

Wu Tang thought of the unexplained large-scale animal swarm before, and couldn't help but pursed his lips, wondering what the relationship between the two was.

He cast his eyes on Yu Ji, wondering why he got off the boat here.

"What did you see?" Wutang's wounds all over his body must be healed with herbs as soon as possible, and he also paid attention to the grass blades under his feet.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the slight movement of grass blades on the ground behind him, and a gust of wind whistling mixed with sword energy.

Wu Tang's heart trembled, he pulled out the long sword at his side, turned his head and swung the sword backhand, but missed the sword energy.

He turned his head and realized that the sword energy was not directed at him, but at Yu Ji beside him.

With the help of the light from the spirit stone, Wu Tang saw the face of the person who came. It was a young man in green clothes holding a sword. His brows and eyes were as slender and deep as two strokes of black. He had the unique handsomeness of a young man, but his eyes were full of sternness. murderous look.