Everyone chatted for half an hour, and finally Tang Luo made the decision and made a plan - find the snake spirit's nest and kill them without leaving any armor!

After receiving high praise from Vajra, it means that men should be positive and willing to follow Master Xuanzang for the rest of their lives.

After Qin Menglan and the others improved it, it eventually turned into the discovery of the snake spirit's nest, and Tang Luo and the others acted as bait to attract each other's attention.

Others deviated from each other, reaching the level of knowing themselves and their opponents, and finally rescued their grandfather in one fell swoop.

"Did you cook it?" The plan was perfectly formulated, and everyone walked to the pot and asked the boiler master Zhao Gailun.

Zhao Gailen shook his head. The water had been boiling for a long time, but the gourd in the pot had not changed at all.

"Take it out first." Tang Luo said, and before the others turned off the fire and poured water, he reached out and took out the gourd.

"...Isn't it hot?" Li Qing couldn't help asking, "Do you have no pain nerves?"

"Not hot." Tang Luo said, while closing his palms without warning.

The purple gourd turned into a large number of fragments in his hands, and at the same time some blood gushed out and fell into the pot.

Dye the originally clear water red.

Spread your palms again, and there are no fate fragments on it. Throw the remaining fragments and a leaf into the pot.

These crushed gourd fragments are not as strong as they were when they were intact.

It kept rising and falling in the blood, and disappeared in a short while, and probably turned into blood and merged into it.

The blood had no fishy smell, but instead emitted a faint fragrance, which was extremely strange.

"Do you really think this thing is a gourd baby?" Tang Luo looked at Zhao Gailun and asked.

Zhao Gailun didn't say anything, what was going on with this gourd baby!

"This thing can't be drunk, right?" King Kong asked.

"You don't really want to drink it, do you?" Qin Menglan asked. What kind of brain circuit does this pot of blood have to be interested in.

Vajra nodded and said seriously: "Master Xuanzang is so powerful that he must have special skills to improve. If you drink it, you can improve your strength, why not drink it?"

"You can try it with a sip," said Tang Luo.

King Kong looked at Tang Luo and said, "Okay! I believe in the master!" After that, he took a bite of the broken bowl, scooped up half a bowl, blew it twice, and suddenly raised his head and became stuffy!

Very generous.

"hiss!"

Just after drinking, King Kong's face changed instantly, his eyes widened, and a clear expression of pain appeared on his face.

"Poisonous?" Li Qing asked.

Monk Xuanzang is not reliable!

"No... it's too hot." King Kong spoke with difficulty, and a stream of hot air spurted out.

“…”

"What else does it feel except hot?" Li Qing asked.

"How do you think it's a hot stream," said King Kong.

"Isn't that hot?" Li Qing was speechless. Is the muscles, sticks and brains really full of muscles?

"No, it's different." King Kong thought for a moment, "Anyway, I had a little bit of a full meal, full of power. Yes, it's like eating a Snickers in an advertisement! The power is increasing, I can feel it."

"So magical?" Qin Menglan looked at Tang Luo.

"We are not doing things all the time by eating?" Tang Luo said, "I said the little demon next door was crying greedy, not lying to you."

It makes sense and cannot be refuted.

"Another bowl!" King Kong happily scooped another bowl. This time he learned his lesson, blew it a few more times, and then drank it slowly.

After the second bowl, the third bowl is when the fourth bowl is drunk.

King Kong's face changed again, he took two steps back, bent down, and suddenly vomited several dark blood.

"…wash the marrow and clear the meridians?" Li Qing asked, expelling impurities from the human body?

"No, it should be reached its limit." Tang Luo walked over, reached out and pressed his hand on King Kong's body, and a glimmer of light flashed.

King Kong's painful face gradually faded away, and he stepped back and said, "Thank you, Master."

"Is this considered full of food?" Qin Menglan said.

"It's not as simple as eating too much," said Tang Luo. "After eating it, there are fewer things that can truly digest. Many things can "fille your stomach" when they are exhausted. More things are useless things, even 'toxic', and the same is true for the enhanced walking of gods and demons."

"This gourd soup has a little effect, but it is also poisonous. The medicine is three parts poisonous. The limit of King Kong should be three bowls, and it is too much."

At this moment, the lonely gourmet Tang Luo exudes the atmosphere of a professional and shows his professional qualities.

After saying that, Tang Luo looked at the gourd soup in the pot again: "If you want to drink it, just drink it. After a while, it will be useless."

Everyone looked into the pot and found that the blood inside had faded a lot.

To put it more professionally, it means that as time goes by, nutrients are lost, but they are very fast.

"Four bowls are at their limit?" Zhao Gailun couldn't help asking. The thick-eyed and big-eyed ones finally rebelled.

"How do I know this?" Tang Luo said. The limits between people are completely different.

"Don't you drink?" Qin Menglan asked.

Tang Luo shook his head. The effect of the same thing on different people is also different.

For him, this gourd soup was not even hot water, and Tang Luo did not deliberately make a pot of delicious soup, so there was no need to drink it.

"There is no special smell, just like ordinary water." King Kong said, and walked aside to start his daily squat exercise.

The others no longer hesitated and drank a little separately.

Li Qing had two bowls of bowl and halfway through the third bowl, and he felt something was wrong and stopped by himself.

Yun Xiaohuan is at the level of two bowls, and Qin Menglan is one and a half bowl.

Zhao Gailun, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, drank four bowls, which was more than King Kong, and completed the final sweep work.

Although it does not mean the combat power of everyone, it can be reflected indirectly. In terms of physical fitness alone, Qin Menglan is the worst.

Li Qing's body, who looks a little shrier than Qin Menglan, and his long legs can save face, actually contains more power than Yun Xiaohuan.

At night, everyone has no intention of walking at night, so they choose to rest here.

Late at night, Tang Luo walked out of the courtyard and came to the river.

A full moon hangs in the night sky, and the bright moonlight shines on the clothes, revealing a sense of dust.

"Is Junior Sister Feng you, Junior Sister Feng?" The monk who came out of the dust did not look up at the moon forty-five degrees, but looked to the side.

A person slowly walked out of the darkness.

It's not someone else, it's Li Qing.

"Don't scream, I'm not that familiar with you." said Junior Sister Feng Li Qing.

It was the day when she tied up A Tuo as a hostage, and later she was chased by Tang Luo, a member of the martial arts mythology with Nie Feng's fate.

Kicking Gu Feng to death is not a skill, but a "Feng Xi" in Nie Fengfeng's Divine Leg. It not only attacks the enemy with extreme speed, but also has powerful power and causes huge damage!

Poor Gu Feng didn't know at all that Li Qing was Tang Luo's "his own person".

Of course, Li Qing’s choice was not entirely because Tang Luo was his own, and she also had what she said, Gu Feng was too handsome. In addition, everyone signed a contract, and she was the right choice to stand on Tang Luo’s side.

"It's really you, Junior Sister Feng. Is this what you really look like? I feel that day looked better." Tang Luo said to Li Qing's chest.

When I met during the day, I felt a little familiar.

Kong Ming mentioned the ability to transform the mask. Even if he was not wearing it, the transformed face would last for a period of time.

Li Qing that day should have been transformed into a illusion - this illusion lasted for so long.

"...hehe." Li Qing replied to him.

"Other Yun Xiaohuan, is it my brother?" Tang Luo said, "We are really destined to do it."

Yunxiao Huan, it’s Yun, it’s Huan again, it’s probably Xiao Li’s flying knife that day.

Giving such a name should really mean "Yun Xiaohuan" to remind yourself not to repeat Li Xunhuan's mistakes.

"No." Li Qing said, "He is Ye Kai's fate and a person from our martial arts myth."

"So it's not." Tang Luo said.

Ye Kai, Li Xunhuan's disciple, received the true teaching of Li Xiao Feidao, and it was another "exceptional example".

In addition, light skills have never been matched for eighty years. Blood can offset hundreds of poisons, and the mind method "returns all flows to the sect" to crack all hidden weapons.

Compared to the miserable Li Xunhuan, this Ye Kai can be regarded as the real protagonist. Of course, in terms of popularity, he is not as good as Li Xunhuan.

"Then he wouldn't he call me Master when he sees my brother?" Tang Luo said.

"Ye Kai is better than Xiao Li's flying sword." Li Qing said, "The two are indeed very similar, and they even have an invisible skill. I want to remind you that you are hated by Xiao Li."

"snort."
To be continued...