Rods, tigers, chickens, and bugs.

Jing Jiu, fire carp, cicadas, and some mosquitoes.

To defeat the big with small is generally a victory of willpower, but if it is very small, victory will be much easier.

With the strength of the fire carp, you may not be afraid of those mosquitoes. Even those that Liu Ada finds are very difficult, the mosquitoes in the Demon Suppression Prison.

The most critical problem is that it has no idea what those invisible things are.

The unknown will greatly amplify fear, not to mention a little guy like him who has never left the center of the earth, has not yet grown up, and is even a little scared of the shadow.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything, and it seemed that he was not going to say anything more to Huo Li.

The fire carp swayed its tail and retreated dozens of feet, looking very alert, ready to jump into the magma river at any time, and said, "If I spread the news of your collusion with the underworld, you will definitely be ruined and will die without a place to bury!"

Listening to such powerless threats, Jing Jiu was thinking about something else.

Even if the Zhongzhou School sends people to see it every six hundred years, why does this fire carp speak so smoothly?

The most puzzled thing is that he always feels that the tone of Huo Li always has a familiar smell.

The atmosphere in the cliff cave did not become more tense because of his silence, but was just a little embarrassed.

All the embarrassment are the fire carp.

It didn't want to do anything at this time.

The problem is that as a worshiper of Zhongzhou Sect, it seems too embarrassing to let this Qingshan disciple leave without saying a word.

Huo Li suddenly thought of a solution and shouted happily: "Hey, buddy, otherwise this will happen. If you do me a favor, then I will naturally not be able to take action against my benefactor. What can we do if we don't do it?"

Jing Jiu thought this made a lot of sense and asked, "What's the matter?"

Huo Li turned around in the air, exposed her dorsal fin, and said, "I was taking a bath in the river yesterday. I was so happy that I accidentally bit my back with my mouth. You also know that there is nothing that can hurt me except myself, a king of the rank like me..."

Jing Jiu said, "I'll treat your injuries?"

Huo Li turned around and said, "Yes, yes, of course, you can treat it casually. I didn't expect you to cure it. It's just a matter of mind."

How could it be possible to bite your back? It is not a giraffe.

This must be a lie.

It just didn't want to say that it was defeated by that strange and terrifying Broken Banner, which was too embarrassing.

What King Huo Carp dislikes the most is embarrassment.

It makes the same for Jing Jiu to treat his injuries. It is not a matter of seeking treatment, but only seeking that both parties can have a step and take a step back.

From then on, the mountains are high and the water is long and the sea is wide and the sky is wide.

Jing Jiu walked to the riverside and looked at the back of the fire carp. He found that its tail fin was indeed injured, and the scales around him were slightly raised, and some were even burnt.

He was a little puzzled, thinking that someone could actually go deep into the center of the Soul Gathering Valley to hurt it, and he used the fire-based technique.

Jing Jiu will not cure diseases, but he has some experience in treating injuries. After all, he has been sharpening his sword for so long.

He stepped up in the air and landed gently on the back of the fire carp.

Huo Li was a little surprised and thought to himself, would you really be able to cure your injuries?

Jing Jiu stretched out his right hand and began to remove the scales that had been necrotic and scorched.

The scales were very hard, and even his right hand would take some effort to remove them.

He felt that these scales looked familiar. When he saw something was obviously an old wound in front of him, he finally figured out something.

It turned out that the magic weapon I snatched from the evil cultivator was made of the scales of this fire carp.

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A huge golden carp is floating above the magma river.

A man was squatting on the back of the golden carp.

The man was doing something.

This picture is wonderful and magnificent, but if you think about it carefully, what is the difference between a starling standing on the back of a bison and helping it peck at the parasite?

Thinking of Jing Jiu's identity, it was indeed a bit humiliating, to say the least. But he just did it quietly because he also needed a step to leave. Safety is always the first priority, and the scales of the fire carp can help him sharpen his sword, so why not do it?

What really made him a little regretful was that he could not use his complete fish scales to sharpen his sword. The scales exuded a metallic luster and were obviously extremely hard. However, they were closely connected to the body of the fire carp. Not to mention sharpening the sword, even if they tried a little force, it would make the fire carp feel pain. So he could only polish his right hand a few times when removing the burnt and dead fish scales. However, the scales had been injured by some kind of fire poison, which was extremely crisp and far less useful than the magic weapon of the evil cultivator.

It didn't take long for him to remove all the damaged scales on the fire carp's back, which made it feel uncomfortable and even painful, and returned to the shore.

The fire carp swung its tail and quickly turned around for a few circles. It felt much lighter. It was so happy that it was very happy and said, "When I am in a good mood at this time, you should leave quickly. Although I can't eat you, I will feel a little regretful."

Jing Jiu was also a little regretful. If this fire carp was kept in the ground fire for more than 6,000 years and fully grown, he could use the scales on the other party's body to sharpen his sword, so that it would not be injured, but it would be a little painful, just coax it.

He suddenly thought of a possibility and asked, "You said you have never been to Yunmeng Mountain, have you been to other places?"

A sad mood appeared in Huo Li's eyes and said, "I could only stay in the earth fire before I became an adult, and I had never been to any place."

I see.

Jing Jiu thought that there was a cold earth vein below Shangde Peak, but there were no fire veins in the green mountains, so he really couldn't afford it.

What a pity.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have to ask Master Tailu with a bad temper, that there would be one more fish at the Shenmo Summit and one more guard in the Qingshan Mountains.

Huo Li felt his emotions, but she didn't know why his emotions arose. She thought he was sad for him and thought that this Qingshan disciple was very good.

Jing Jiu raised his right hand and flew towards the ground. When he entered the cliff, he turned around and looked at Huo Li with a pity.

The fire carp shook its tail twice, and was reluctant to leave.

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The cold mountains in early spring are still cold, the wastelands are still desolate, and the fields are full of slaughter. Not to mention the bison and the starling, there are not even one insect.

It is naturally impossible that it is all about the time of heaven, but related to the disciples of the Xuanyin Sect scattered in the wilderness.

The Fengdao Sect's headquarters is in Yecheng, but it has to defend the movements on the Xueyuan side with all its strength. Kunlun Sect is strong from outside and cannot pay attention to the movements on the Lengshan side. After the Xuanyin Sect changed its sect to be called the sect, its power expanded very quickly, becoming more and more powerful and arrogant, and it felt a little as it was back then.

Logically speaking, there are signs of the revival of the evil faction in the north. As the leader of the righteous path, the Zhongzhou faction has no choice but to deal with it. However, in recent years, there have been continuous accidents in Yunmeng Mountain, Canglong died, Qilin was injured, Tongyan rebelled, and the immortal talisman of the immortal talisman was given to Jing Jiu. Qingtianjian ran away by himself. Tan Bai and the two real people were in the mood to care about these idle things.

During this period, there was another abnormal movement in the snow field. The Xuanyin Sect's actions in Lengshan became more and more unconcealed, and they felt a little open and upright. This time, the Xuanyin Sect leader, who claimed to be the King of Ming, led most of the masters and thousands of scholars in the sect to set up extremely powerful formations on this wasteland and searched everywhere, as if looking for something.

A disciple of Xuanyin Sect stood on the yellow meadow, rubbed his slightly sour eyes, confirmed that there was no trace, looked more than ten miles away, and sent a voice through the magic weapon: "What can you find there?"

A voice from a fellow disciple came from the magic tool: "Nothing."

Immediately afterwards, another fellow disciple's voice sounded: "I heard that guy has been hiding underground for almost two years, so how can we find it?"

The Xuanyin Cultist group is responsible for searching for an area.

According to the rules determined by the leader himself, the three believers are strictly prohibited from getting close to each other this time and must keep a distance of more than ten miles.

This is not to prevent them from competing for merit, but to avoid the situation where three people are instantly killed by the enemy and thus unable to issue warnings.

Like all the same disciples, these three believers have been searching in Lengshan for many days, without any gains. Leng is so tired that they can't help but complain.

In the past few years, they must have gathered together, lit a fire, drank some wine, and talked bad things about the elders in their teachings. The time would be more time-consuming.

But now they have no such good days. The magic weapon they carry can be determined and recorded their location. If the senior management finds that they have been close afterwards, they will be greeted with unimaginable tragic rules.

Fortunately, magic weapons can talk to each other, and they can pass the time through chat. Because they don’t know if magic weapons can record sounds, they naturally don’t dare to say bad things about the elders anymore, so they can only say some real gossip.

"What do you know? The leader took action himself. It is said that even the Fire King was alarmed and forced the man out of the ground, so we were asked to find him here."

"Speaking of this, why did the Zhongzhou faction expel that man from the mountain gate? I heard that man is very famous."

"Who knows, I think that it must be that person who stole some treasure from Zhongzhou school."

"Hahahaha! According to me, it wasn't a stolen treasure, maybe I stolen my master's wife."

"What a ignorant guy! His master is Bai Zhenren, so how can he have any master's wife? Besides, who in the north doesn't know that he likes Fairy Bai Zao."

"Then why did he run away? In the future, he will become a son-in-law and have whatever he wants."

"You are ignorant and ignorant! Who doesn't know that the entire Chaotian Continent is that Fairy Bai Zao likes Qingshan Jingjiu."

The three Xuanyin scholars chatted with relish in the magic tool, completely forgetting what might be recorded.

Suddenly, the chat sound in the magic weapon stopped and it rang again after a while.

"Did you feel the ground shaking?"

"There are...it's a bit shocking."

"I'm fine, it seems that it's yours, be careful."

"Stop talking! I'm really scared."

"Hahahaha, what's there to be afraid of? There are fire veins everywhere under the cold mountain. How many days won't you shake?"

"You know what a fool! Grandpa Fire Prince heard that it is underground! Don't forget that he suffered a great loss in the hands of the leader a few days ago."

"What you said makes sense, so the leader and the elders are naturally not afraid, but if we are not lucky enough to meet us, we will be wiped out immediately."
To be continued...