Chapter 1359: Time is running out

The first thousand three hundred and sixty chapters are pressing for time

Outside Dongfu No. 8, as usual, weeds bowed down in the wind.

Inside the cave.

Shen Tong's eyes were still wide and bright, his mind was blank, and his expression became extremely weird.

From five months ago, people continued to challenge Zhuo Bufan, from the early stage of foundation construction to the later stage of foundation construction, from the monks of Cave Mansion No. 45 to the monks of Cave Mansion No. 15. The strength of the monks who came to challenge gradually increased.

However, no matter who it is, it is a defeat in Zhuo Bufan's hands.

The cultivator who was born earlier, including just now, was actually killed by Zhuo Bufan with a single move.

"Is this guy's strength really in the base-building period?" Shen Tong stood aside, staring at Zhuo Bufan without blinking.

"Second Young Master, the stuff in this guy's space is relatively rich, and there are actually five hundred top-quality spirit stones." Zhen Yuanzi said with great joy.

But after hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, Zhuo Bufan's face did not have the slightest joy.

You must know that even the fellow Ye Beichen would not carry so many spirit stones on his body.

It is conceivable that the identity of this thorntail is definitely not simple.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "He has realized that my identity is not Zuo Mu, I must destroy him."

"However, the death of the thorntail will inevitably arouse the detection of some cultivators on Flaming Island, and even alarm the law enforcement team."

Zhen Yuanzi took the spirit stone back into the space ring and said with a frown, "That kid is just the strength of the innate early stage. There are a lot of treasures in the space ring. If he guesses right, there must be someone who is not weak behind him. master."

Zhuo Bufan nodded, his two sword eyebrows furrowed.

On Flame Island, there are all cultivating monks, because there is a lot of spiritual energy, everyone hides in the cave and seizes the time to practice, and will not go out at will, but there are exceptions...For example, when the cultivation reaches the bottleneck, find familiar monks to argue with each other. ......Or maybe take this opportunity to make some friends.

All these things are possible, and when Spiketail suddenly challenged the No. 8 Cave Mansion, he must have been instigated by others, and the instigator will eventually discover the truth about Spiketail's death.

"Time waits for no one. You must hurry up and arrange your time. Once your identity is revealed, you must use strong means to seize the spirit vein." Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself, whispering.

There are three hundred meters of cultivating monks on Flame Island. Among them, the foundation-building monks are the main ones, and there are two monks in the condensing period, and then the law enforcement team. Can be selected as the law enforcement team, and the strength is obviously better than the same level of the foundation-building monks. Much tougher.

However, these are all minor problems. The strength of Zhuo Bufan and Mamotoko can sweep the monks on Flaming Island. The key is that Himeji Castle is too close here. Once the battle breaks out, the Jindanji monks of Himeji Castle will have May come.

"Second Young Master, don't mess around at this moment, we must wait for an opportunity." Zhen Yuanzi reminded.

"Well, I know that if it is not for the last moment, you must not use violence to **** the spirit veins." Zhuo Bufan nodded.

Standing on the side, Shen Tong listened to their words, her eyes widened round, her two white hands covering her mouth, for fear that she would scream out in shock.

These two...

Actually...

Want to **** the spirit vein of hell...

Shen Tong knew that when the time came, Flame Island would definitely have a earth-shattering battle, and it was the best time for her to escape the chaos.

There is still a month to go before the date of cultivation, Zhuo Bufan can only hope that in this month's time, he can find opportunities.

...

Himeji Castle.

In the ancient courtyard on the side Fujii.

Although Bian Tengjing's cultivation base is not in the front, he is good at calculating, slapping his beard, and climbing step by step to the position of the deacon of the Yin and Yang style Shenzong. Although this position has no real power, it is a full of oil and water.

The foreign deacon is responsible for recruiting disciples of the Yin-Yang style Shenzong, selecting candidates with excellent qualifications from the Kendo school, Aikido school, and power schools, and choosing the Shishi Shenzong to become the inner disciple. The oil and water is self-evident.

Second, it is responsible for the number of places for spiritual channel cultivation in hell. I don't know how many people trust the relationship to send their apprentices or clansmen to spiritual channel cultivation, so that Bian Tengjing can get enough oil and water.

However, there are a total of three foreign deacons in charge of the quota of spirit veins, and Bentou Inoue is only one of them.

At this time, in the quiet room of the ancient courtyard, there was another man who was also a deacon with Bian Fujii.

"Terada-san, how do you **** Biluo tea?"

Bian Teng Inoue smiled slightly, and said with a faint smile.

In the quiet room, he and Terada knelt down opposite each other, and a set of tea sets were placed between the two, and there was a light fragrance in the quiet room.

"Jun Bian, I am visiting you today, not for tea." Terada shook his head.

This is a middle-aged man with a horoscope beard, a wide face and raised cheekbones, and an ugly appearance, but he has a temperament that has lived there for a long time.

"Oh, I don't know why Terada-kun came to me... I can give you the spirit stone from the paddy field last time." Bianfuji Inoue said the next sentence, lowering his voice.

"I'm not talking about this. Five months ago, an owner of the kendo martial arts hall found me and reported some things. I have been busy with signs of entry disciples for the past few months, and I haven't had time to come to you. Talk."

Terada-kun said lightly.

"What the **** is it?" Bian Fuji Inoue asked suspiciously.

"Five months ago, two disciples of the Yin-Yang Shenzong were found fighting with a Lan Guoren in Sakura. Judging from the clues and appearances they provided, the two Yin-Yang Shenzong disciples seemed to be the younger brothers and teachers of Bian Yujun. Nephew." Terada said slowly.

"My junior brothers Bian Chuan and Zuo Mu, who did they offend?"

There was a hint of curiosity on Bianzu Inoue.

"I haven't found out the specifics, that monk from Lan Country seems to have left Sang Country." Terada said.

"My junior did not mention this matter to me." Bian Fujii shook his head frowning.

Terada’s face showed a dignified look, "Kun Bian Su, you know that our Sang Kingdom does not allow monks in other places to exist. Mr. Bian Su should take a good look. Once you get into a relationship with monks in other places, you and I will suffer. The disaster of encumbrance."

Bian Teng Inoue's face also showed a dignified look.

"I have other things. I'll leave first. I hope Bian Yu-jun will take this matter to heart and inquire about it." Terada got up, exhorted, and left the quiet room.

"Terada-san, walk slowly."

Bianfuji Inoue did not get up, frowned, thinking about this matter seriously.

Immediately, Bian Fujii’s eyes were wiped with a cold light, "It’s getting involved with Monk Languo, ha ha... This is really a good opportunity. Only if you fall, can I keep my secrets, and the law enforcement team won’t. Care about too much evidence."

Thinking of this, Bian Fujii picked up the teacup and drank it in one go.