Chapter 64 Chance and Baldness

After a while, Nie Xiaoqian returned.

She changed into a long white dress, with two strands of light gauze on her shoulders, revealing her graceful figure. Her long hair, which was originally tied up in a bun, was tied up with a simple hair tie. The breeze was blowing, and the blue hair was flying , she bent slightly to avoid it, looking extremely weak.

"Which direction should we go next?" Wang Sheng said expressionlessly.

"Go straight for three hundred miles to the north and you should be able to get on the official road, and there will be directions for the rest of the journey." Now Nie Xiaoqian seemed to have given up her resistance and was very cooperative. When she said this, she even smiled slightly on her face.

With crooked eyebrows and a sweet smile, her pale complexion became an embellishment instead. If Ning Caichen were here, he would feel pity in his heart. No matter what Nie Xiaoqian's status was, he would protect her no matter how much he wanted.

It's a pity that what she met was Wang Sheng, an alien who came from modern times. He has experienced too much information bombardment. Nie Xiaoqian's natural beauty is indeed amazing, but he still can't restrain himself.

"Then let's go."

When he came to a place with flat terrain, Wang Sheng didn't dare to use the cloud-climbing technique. With his magical powers, he carried Nie Xiaoqian's light and boneless body without any burden.

From a distance, every time his body tapped his toes on the ground, his body would appear several meters or even ten meters away like a phantom, just like a ghost who came out for a walk during the day.

After adjustments, Nie Xiaoqian changed her previous silence, and she said brightly: "This movement technique looks unusual, could it be the divine foot power in Buddhist legends?"

She has never seen a monk who can use supernatural powers, so she made this judgment based on past experience and legends.

Wang Sheng didn't answer, and she continued: "As far as I know, Buddhist supernatural powers can only be acquired through comprehension and practice, and there is no way to teach them at all, so generally those who can comprehend supernatural powers are people with a Buddhist origin, and correspondingly, Their cultivation must be profound, and there are very few monks who can comprehend supernatural powers innately."

In fact, she has never heard of anyone who can comprehend supernatural powers innately. Wang Sheng is the first example she has heard and seen.

"Could it be that your monk status is real!"

"If this is the case, you may not really get a chance by going to Shaolin this time. It is much easier to get a chance as a monk." She said slowly.

Nie Xiaoqian observed Wang Sheng's expression, and saw that he was still calm, and there was no abnormality.

"I don't know if you have any news. It is said that the opportunity this time does not depend entirely on strength, and more needs to be guided by my own fate. The opportunity will choose its own master, which means that us juniors may not have opportunities."

Wang Sheng still didn't respond, Nie Xiaoqian gritted her teeth, "I heard that this chance can lead straight to the road. As for the mystery of becoming an immortal, as long as you get a little bit, you might be able to cultivate for hundreds of years and become an immortal."

Immortal! Wang Sheng glanced at her.

He knew the weight of the word, Master Lingxuzi had been stuck at the peak of the Dao Jindan for hundreds of years, but he was stuck at the last step and couldn't make an inch. Even Guanyin lamented that he had little hope of becoming an immortal today.

It is conceivable that there are definitely not a few people in the world who are stuck in the last step like Uncle Lingxuzi, but few of them can successfully cross.

If there is such an opportunity in front of them, they will definitely go crazy.

Nie Xiaoqian was overjoyed, Wang Sheng finally reacted, she continued.

"You are looking for the locust tree demon grandma, you just want to get that rare treasure." She looked at Wang Sheng's face, "But to tell you the truth, that rare treasure is firmly held in the hands of the Black Mountain old demon. With your cultivation Because you can’t get it at all, it’s because of Shaolin’s chance, you don’t value strength, it’s very likely to pay attention to fate, and you might have some hope if you work hard.”

Wang Sheng remained expressionless and did not speak.

But for Nie Xiaoqian, if Wang Sheng didn't stop her from continuing, it meant she had some thoughts in her heart.

"Although no one knows what this opportunity is, what is certain is that Buddhist disciples will have the first opportunity, because this opportunity should belong to Buddhism, and it is specially prepared for Buddhist disciples. It is just a big tree attracting wind, not only in Shaolin, but in the entire Buddhist sect. All of them suffered great disasters because of this.”

Nie Xiaoqian stared at Wang Sheng, "But correspondingly, authentic Buddhist monks are protected by many forces. Therefore, as an authentic Buddhist disciple, the best choice is to find a temporary shelter and use their strength to gain opportunities." , can be said to kill two birds with one stone, and everyone is happy." Her true intentions were gradually revealed.

However, the next moment she saw Wang Shengkong's other hand raised, and a sharp sword aura emerged from the index finger and middle finger, her heart tightened.

The next second, Wang Sheng raised his eyebrows, and the sword energy was aroused. Nie Xiaoqian was shocked to find that this sword energy was not aimed at her, and that sword energy shot straight towards a mound ten meters ahead.

The speed of the sword energy was extremely fast, and it just penetrated the mound of dust in an instant, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust. But Wang Sheng stopped and looked at the mound with squinted eyes. Fresh blood continued to flow out of the gap where the sword energy shot out.

"Master, spare me!" The next moment a figure hurriedly crawled out from the mound.

This is a short, middle-aged man, dressed in martial arts attire, with a long knife wrapped around his waist and wrapped in cloth. At this moment, he is kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, and there is a small hole in his leg that is continuously bleeding.

"Master, please forgive me, the villain is just a passer-by, he has absolutely no malice!" He kept kowtowing to Wang Sheng.

Judging by his demeanor and attire, if Wang Sheng hadn't sensed killing intent before, he might have believed it.

"You have to think about it carefully. This master is an angry-eyed King Kong. If you don't tell the truth, your life will be in jeopardy." Nie Xiaoqian glanced at Wang Sheng and smiled coquettishly.

The middle-aged man trembled. He kept kowtowing to Wang Sheng, and shouted in a panic: "Master, this aunt, the villain is really just a passer-by. The war is in chaos, and the villain lives on this mound just to try I have no other intentions." He raised his head and looked at Wang Sheng beggingly.

At this time, a loud explosion suddenly sounded hundreds of meters away. Wang Sheng looked up, and then saw a flash of a knife in front of him, and the middle-aged man suddenly took out the knife and rushed towards him.

The sharp edge hit his face, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, "What a damn bald donkey, I can't finish killing it."

However, at the next moment, a sword qi hit his chest straight, and his knife was also caught by a pair of fingers, and could not be stored.

The middle-aged man was horrified. The severe pain in his chest made him unsteady. Wang Sheng kicked him in the chest. Squirt violently with coughing.

Wang Sheng raised his footsteps and was about to rush over, but saw a pair of huge red pincers suddenly drilled out of the ground, instantly pinching the man by the waist, and the man died before he could exit with a scream, and blood spurted continuously from the severed body. Dye a large area of ​​land red.

Wang Sheng was startled, and the sword energy in his hand was about to come out. .

But seeing the scarlet pliers disappearing into the ground after one blow, Wang Sheng's spiritual sense realized that the pliers were disappearing at a very fast speed, and he had no time to catch up.

Wang Sheng's heart was heavy. The crimson pincers didn't look like weapons, but more like animal claws.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A violent cough came from behind, Wang Sheng turned around and found a pair of bloody hands protruding from the original mound, and Cheng Guangwa's bright bald head.