Invincible Villain

"The son of fishing luck!"

In Chu Xiao's heart, he secretly said a "term" that no one in this world can understand!

What is the son of fishing luck?

That's a very interesting genre. Its purpose is that the son of luck does not pay attention to self-cultivation, but relies more on "fishing harvest"! Specifically, it is to deliberately spread some rare exercises, or to recruit some talented and intelligent apprentices, and then use some means to extract the cultivation income of others, so as to benefit oneself at the expense of others, so that one can cultivate himself diligently and become a strong generation!

Generally speaking, the son of luck in fishing will lay out fragrant bait at the beginning to lure others to take the bait! And the person who took the bait didn't feel anything at first, but felt that his cultivation base had improved and he got various benefits!

but……

Those, are just sugarcoated with poison!

As time goes by, the person who bites the hook will definitely be repaid by the lucky son of the fisherman with interest!

The soul within the spirit is like this.

However, his cultivation base is profound, so he lasted for a while. For those with weaker cultivation bases, I am afraid that they will be blurred overnight, and there will be no scum left!

"It can be called very vicious, a genre that is partial to the devil..."

Chu Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly. Although in the routines he has seen in his previous life, there are many branches of "long stream", "mutual benefit" and "growth together", but judging from the current situation, it is obvious that what he came into contact with this trip is not That kind of goodness!

Rather, the ruthless people who are more inclined to do "one-off business"!

"It's interesting... I just don't know, what kind of +1 ability can I get from that guy?"

Chu Xiao thought about it, feeling a little hopeful.

Immediately, he took a closer look, and saw that the black box really began to accumulate a new clarinet, and the progress of the clarinet had reached one-fifth...

Chu Xiao thought for a while, probably because he deciphered the mystery of the "Underworld Art" just now, and helped the soul in the soul regain his cultivation base and body, which caused the son of luck to have a strong negative emotion!

This is also normal.

After all, the son of luck is obviously determined to win the soul of the soul-didn't you see that he even went to the house of the spirit a few days ago to interfere with the soul of the soul to relieve the emptiness? Everything he did was obviously to taste the feast of the soul in the soul without fail!

As long as he is given a little more time, he will be able to make the soul in his spirit completely empty, so that he can absorb all the empty power and use it for himself!

but now……

This big meal was disturbed by Chu Xiao!

How can the other party not be angry?

Chu Xiao rolled his eyes, thinking that the man was probably jumping in the distance... And this also revealed some key information!

First, the lucky son of a fisherman can obviously perceive the situation of the "fish"! Maybe he can't fully perceive it, but at least once "the fish runs away", he can definitely perceive it instantly!

Second, that person's "fishing" means have some restrictions, at least he can't "enjoy" fish as he likes!

Third, he should be catching not just one fish, but many! Otherwise, Chu Xiao would never have been able to help Ling Zhonghun regain his cultivation so easily just now—this should be because the man caught too many fish and couldn't concentrate, so Chu Xiao caught him by surprise!

Thoughts were racing, Chu Xiao summed up the confrontation.

Although a lot of information was uncovered, after thinking about it, Chu Xiao still couldn't help sighing silently: This guy and I didn't go all out this time! This kind of confrontation has limited levels, and knowledge must also be limited!

Thinking about it this way, the situation between the enemy and ourselves is still shrouded in fog!

Chu Xiao raised his chin. Looking at it now, he might have to wait for the next fight to know how much this son of luck weighs!

but……

Then again.

In this first confrontation, Chu Xiao won in the end! Now, the cultivation base of the soul in the soul has completely recovered, and the overall situation has been dumped by him, Chu Xiao! In other words, Chu Xiao can now be said to have grasped the initiative of the battle situation, and next, he can calmly arrange the "battlefield" of the Ling family to face the son of luck!

What? You ask why the Lingjia is a battlefield? The reason is very simple, because the son of luck was snatched by the tiger's mouth, so he won't just bear it! In particular, this kind of thing concerns his dignity and interests, no matter from which angle he thinks about it, he will never let it go!

Chu Xiao guessed that he would leave immediately and rush to the Ling's house non-stop to settle accounts with him!

And myself, as long as I arrange the Ling Family well before then, I can come out of the urn and catch the turtle...

Chu Xiao's mind turned rapidly.

Obviously, although this round has not really started yet, the confrontation between the two sides contained in it has already begun...

"Little friend Chu Xiao, I really don't know how to thank you! I, the Patriarch..."

At this time, Ling Zhonghun finally recovered from the shock, and was very grateful to Chu Xiao.

Chu Xiao retracted his thoughts when he heard the words, and smiled: "I said, as long as the Patriarch of the Ling Family helps to deliver the letter."

As the words fell, Wuji was touched in his soul, and he thought in his heart that he must not just repay him so simply, but... before that, he should really complete the matter of sending the letter, so as to express his gratitude first!

Thinking in this way, the soul in the soul immediately turned to Ling Zhuang: "Ah Zhuang, prepare the medium for the transmission of the letter immediately!"

"This... Patriarch, you have just recovered and your body is still very weak, do you want it now?"

Ling Zhuang was a little embarrassed, Chu Xiao also stared slightly, looked at Ling Zhonghun, and said: "Patriarch Ling, don't be too forceful, anyway, I have been waiting for so long..."

"You don't need to talk too much, little friend! You are so virtuous, and Ling is extremely grateful, and will never delay what you have entrusted!"

Ling Zhonghun's eyes were firm. Seeing this, Chu Xiao knew that persuasion would be useless, so he nodded: "Then... trouble Patriarch Ling."

"Don't worry, little friend!"

Ling Zhonghun nodded seriously, and then asked, "I just don't know, little friend, what kind of news do you want to send outside of Zhongzhou?"

"Well, this..."

Chu Xiao tapped his chin upon hearing this.

Since he was pulled into Jiuyao Mountain, there was a period of time before he knew it... During this period, too many things happened, if I really want to write them all down, I'm afraid it won't be enough to drain my soul!

"Before I knew it, I had experienced so much..."

Chu Xiao secretly sighed, shook his head immediately, put aside these miscellaneous thoughts, and said, "Patriarch Ling, just pass a few numbers..."

"Little friend, please tell me, I will definitely pass it on word for word!"

The soul in the soul said seriously, Chu Xiao thought for a while after hearing the words, and said: "I, Chu Xiao, came to Zhongzhou by accident, now I am safe and everything is fine, don't read it, wait for me to come back."

A few words, warm affection.

When it comes to the four words "wait for me to come back", it is full of firmness, as if a thousand gold promises!

Ling Zhonghun nodded again and again, and his heart was somewhat infected by Chu Xiao's emotions, and said solemnly: "Ling has made a note, little friend Chu Xiao, just wait a moment."

Chu Xiao nodded, and stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting.

The soul in the soul really kept its promise, and quickly prepared everything. As he melted his fingers and dripped blood, the ground suddenly radiated, revealing the shape of a magic circle...

In an instant, the light intertwined, forming the shape of a pigeon. As the soul muttered words, a "letter paper" appeared on the claw of the pigeon, and then it flew into the sky and disappeared into the blue sky...