Chapter 37 (1/2)

Mu Shan ate at Lu Qingshan's side and fled back in frustration. However, he pretended to have nothing to do and inadvertently found another demon hunter.

”Brother, that boy is so smooth. I took the initiative to provoke him and tried to force him to do it as you told me. I didn't think it would not expose him, but also make me lose face.” Mu Shan whispered to the friar beside him with a resentful face.

If an outsider hears their conversation at the moment, he will be very surprised.

Because the monk called big brother by Mu Shan is also a demon hunter, named Wu Xinyuan.

From their conversation, it is obvious that they have a deep relationship.

But before that, Wu Xinyuan and Mu Shan had always played strangers.

Wu Xinyuan frowned and thought in his eyes.

Mu Shan gnashed his teeth and said, ”brother, I know you are cautious, but how many kilograms can a yellow haired child have?

The boy looked at the past at most 17 or 18. He could have a cultivation achievement of four or five layers of Qi refining. He looked up to him and worried about what he did. He really thought he could turn out some waves! ”

Mu Shan felt ashamed in front of Lu Qingshan. At the moment, he hated Lu Qingshan very much. He wished he could pick up Lu Qingshan's skin and cramp now. Seeing Wu Xinyuan's hesitation, he quickly advised him.

Hearing Mu Shan's statement, Wu Xinyuan thought carefully and felt that he might be too cautious.

Although a friar has the art of keeping his face, he cannot judge his age by his appearance.

But that's for high-ranking friars.

As far as gas refining friars are concerned, they always look as old as they are.

A young man who looks like he doesn't have all his hair. He can't tell how much weight he can have. He's lucky to get a share to practice martial arts. If he has a cultivation of one or two layers of Qi refining, he dares to break out.

These years of life like walking on thin ice, but also make yourself seem a little nervous.

Wu Xinyuan mocked himself in his heart.

”Brother, when are we going to do it?”

Wu Xinyuan hesitated for a moment and finally decided to say, ”let's do it tonight to avoid long dreams.”

On this day, he had already found out all the details.

There were 11 monks accompanying the Lin family. Except for Lin He, who was on the eighth floor of Qi refining, others were minor practitioners below the fifth floor of Qi refining.

In addition, there is a big Miss Lin, Lin Yao, who has been in the carriage and hasn't come out.

Although Lin Yao has never appeared in front of people and is very mysterious, she still knows her age, Wu Xinyuan. She is eighteen.

At the age of 18, how high can the cultivation be?

On the demon hunter's side, there are ten people in total, and eight of them are their own.

Eight people have the lowest cultivation of six layers of Qi refining, and their cultivation of ten layers of Qi refining is enough to crush the whole audience.

One of the remaining two demon hunters has already found out. There are five layers of Qi refining, which is not worth mentioning. The rest is the young friar who doesn't know the details.

This strength contrast is so great, coupled with mental calculation without intention, I think I can easily win it as long as I do it.

Wu Xinyuan felt sure to win.

......

Although in the monk's eyes, the difference between day and night is not big.

But the black rhinoceros hauled the whole vehicle of ore, and he still had to rest.

Linhe carefully surveyed the terrain and chose a leeward slope where there were no signs of monsters living nearby as the camp.

The camp is actually a circle of trucks.