Chapter: 567
Lu Ye looked quite embarrassed at the moment, mainly because he was exhausted from fighting with those people in Fenghuayuan before, and he also had some minor injuries on his body.
"It's still a bit close to being here alone at the eighth level. Do you want to consider acting with me? I promise you won't suffer."
"No need."
Mustache chuckled: "Fellow Daoist, don't rush to refuse, it's not too late to think about it."
Although he said this with a smile, there was some threatening meaning inside and outside the words, and he was blocking the door at the moment, seemingly to investigate the situation outside, but only he himself knew what his intentions were.
This mustache is really not a good thing.
In the valley, Lu Ye refused his solicitation, just because he didn't know each other well, and then he went to solicit others, but until the infinite mirage opened, he didn't win anyone over.
It can be seen from this that this guy's reputation is not very good, maybe he has some bad deeds before, that's why no one cooperates with him.
In addition, when Lu Ye rushed in just now, he hastily fought against the giant armor, but when the giant armor saw Amber, he stopped immediately, but the mustache even blasted a big fireball at him.
He later said it was a misunderstanding, but was it really a misunderstanding? A monk's eyesight is very strong, especially since he is still a ninth-level practitioner. Even if he didn't see his appearance clearly at the first time, he could tell it later, but he still blasted a big fireball.
This undoubtedly illustrates some problems.
Is this guy trying to kill people and seize treasures? Lu Ye secretly speculated.
"Hahaha, wait for fellow daoist to think about it before telling me."
Just when Lu Ye was thinking that, Faxiu with the mustache suddenly smiled a lot more friendly, walked away from the door, and called out to Ju Jia again: "Don't play with other people's pets, Ju Jia, you're back!"
"Oh." Ju Jia murmured in response, raised his thick fingers from Hu Po's head, and walked into an inner room with the mustache Faxiu.
Sitting cross-legged, Moustache's expression was uncertain, a little uncertain about who Lu Ye was.
He was almost ready to do it just now, this is not the first time he has killed someone from the same faction, for a helpless casual cultivator like him, the Haotian League and the Wanmo Ridge are all fake, only his own Stuff is real.
Climbing all the way from the bottom, he has already seen through the true face of this practice world, that is, the weak eat the strong.
The reason why he didn't do anything was because Ju Jia's attitude towards them was a bit intriguing, and the second reason was that he suddenly saw a lot of storage bags hanging around Lu Ye's waist.
Under normal circumstances, a monk would only bring one storage bag, or two or three. All kinds of things are stored in different categories, so that they are easy to find and use.
There are probably more than a dozen storage bags on the boy's waist! This is very abnormal, not to mention that there are still fresh blood stains on the many storage bags.
This is the root cause of Mustache's change of mind. As a casual cultivator who has struggled all the way, he knows a truth, that is, one should never judge others' strength by their cultivation level.
Some people in this world do not have a high level of cultivation, but their strength is extremely strong. There are still some spiritual weapons in this world that can cover up fluctuations in spiritual power and hide their cultivation level.
He wasn't sure about Lu Ye's details, so he didn't dare to do it rashly. He had always tried his best to avoid things like capsized boats in the gutter.
But no matter what, that eighth-level boy is not a guy to be messed with. He doesn't believe that he just got lucky and picked up so many storage bags. There is no such coincidence in this world.
The dozen or so storage bags really made him a little greedy. After thinking about it, he raised his hand and tapped on his battlefield mark, and sent a message to the giant armor.
Jujia didn't know anything, just buried his head in eating.
Mustache poked the giant armor, and then pointed to the back of his hand. Only then did the giant armor react, lowered his head to check, and then shook his head.
What does the mustache stare and shake his head mean?
He just asked Ju Jia why he likes other people's pets so much, and he shook his head? There's no saving this stupid big guy. JrNovels.com
"It's still a bit close to being here alone at the eighth level. Do you want to consider acting with me? I promise you won't suffer."
"No need."
Mustache chuckled: "Fellow Daoist, don't rush to refuse, it's not too late to think about it."
Although he said this with a smile, there was some threatening meaning inside and outside the words, and he was blocking the door at the moment, seemingly to investigate the situation outside, but only he himself knew what his intentions were.
This mustache is really not a good thing.
In the valley, Lu Ye refused his solicitation, just because he didn't know each other well, and then he went to solicit others, but until the infinite mirage opened, he didn't win anyone over.
It can be seen from this that this guy's reputation is not very good, maybe he has some bad deeds before, that's why no one cooperates with him.
In addition, when Lu Ye rushed in just now, he hastily fought against the giant armor, but when the giant armor saw Amber, he stopped immediately, but the mustache even blasted a big fireball at him.
He later said it was a misunderstanding, but was it really a misunderstanding? A monk's eyesight is very strong, especially since he is still a ninth-level practitioner. Even if he didn't see his appearance clearly at the first time, he could tell it later, but he still blasted a big fireball.
This undoubtedly illustrates some problems.
Is this guy trying to kill people and seize treasures? Lu Ye secretly speculated.
"Hahaha, wait for fellow daoist to think about it before telling me."
Just when Lu Ye was thinking that, Faxiu with the mustache suddenly smiled a lot more friendly, walked away from the door, and called out to Ju Jia again: "Don't play with other people's pets, Ju Jia, you're back!"
"Oh." Ju Jia murmured in response, raised his thick fingers from Hu Po's head, and walked into an inner room with the mustache Faxiu.
Sitting cross-legged, Moustache's expression was uncertain, a little uncertain about who Lu Ye was.
He was almost ready to do it just now, this is not the first time he has killed someone from the same faction, for a helpless casual cultivator like him, the Haotian League and the Wanmo Ridge are all fake, only his own Stuff is real.
Climbing all the way from the bottom, he has already seen through the true face of this practice world, that is, the weak eat the strong.
The reason why he didn't do anything was because Ju Jia's attitude towards them was a bit intriguing, and the second reason was that he suddenly saw a lot of storage bags hanging around Lu Ye's waist.
Under normal circumstances, a monk would only bring one storage bag, or two or three. All kinds of things are stored in different categories, so that they are easy to find and use.
There are probably more than a dozen storage bags on the boy's waist! This is very abnormal, not to mention that there are still fresh blood stains on the many storage bags.
This is the root cause of Mustache's change of mind. As a casual cultivator who has struggled all the way, he knows a truth, that is, one should never judge others' strength by their cultivation level.
Some people in this world do not have a high level of cultivation, but their strength is extremely strong. There are still some spiritual weapons in this world that can cover up fluctuations in spiritual power and hide their cultivation level.
He wasn't sure about Lu Ye's details, so he didn't dare to do it rashly. He had always tried his best to avoid things like capsized boats in the gutter.
But no matter what, that eighth-level boy is not a guy to be messed with. He doesn't believe that he just got lucky and picked up so many storage bags. There is no such coincidence in this world.
The dozen or so storage bags really made him a little greedy. After thinking about it, he raised his hand and tapped on his battlefield mark, and sent a message to the giant armor.
Jujia didn't know anything, just buried his head in eating.
Mustache poked the giant armor, and then pointed to the back of his hand. Only then did the giant armor react, lowered his head to check, and then shook his head.
What does the mustache stare and shake his head mean?
He just asked Ju Jia why he likes other people's pets so much, and he shook his head? There's no saving this stupid big guy. JrNovels.com
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