Chapter 945

"Can this be fake?"

Gong Xiqiu became anxious when he heard this.

I have been looking for my elder brother and nephew for many years. After finally finding someone, how can my identity be questioned? So he firmly and powerful: "Yes, I am your second uncle, you are my eldest nephew, and your father is my eldest brother!"

Gong Xiqiu has a face that speaks very reliably.

In addition, the two people looked similar, and they were in the same clan, and even two life lamps were next to each other. Jimo Qiu's doubts dissipated in a flash, and a warm current that was extremely strange and sour in his heart. Although he was very open about the passing of the teacher who was dependent on each other and did not feel sad or sad, it was an indisputable fact that he was left in the world by the other party. He was not sad but lonely.

Now he found his blood elder, as if something had filled the corner of the wind in his heart. His eyes were soft. But for some reason, he asked him to call him the second uncle of Gong Xi Qiu. He couldn't shout it out, but just nodded at him with reserve.

"Um."

This is considered to be acknowledging this relative.

Even so, just a short "Yeah" made Gong Xiqiu happy inside, and the auditory hallucinations of beating gongs and gongs and setting off firecrackers in his ears became more serious. Jimo Qiu immediately interrupted his stupid joy, and his eyes fell on Gong Cheng who was eyeing him. The latter did not take advantage of the opportunity of their uncle and nephew's warm reunion to attack. I don't know if he was confident in his own strength or disdain to use such a crooked way.

Gong Xichou grinned and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, I forgot that there is something I haven't finished dealing with!"

Gong Cheng looked at the two of them indifferently, but his eyes were filled with nostalgia and envy. Once upon a time, he had a second uncle who treated him as a parent-child. He instantly woke up from his memories, concealing all the things he shouldn't have, making him cowardly: "Even if you two join forces, you won't be my opponent. Here are beautiful mountains and rivers, and it's a good place to bury bones. It's not lonely to be a companion."

Gong Xiqiu almost turned black.

He grew up so old that he was always the only one who showed off his power. No one could show off his power in front of him, let alone his eldest nephew was there. How could Gong Cheng's words make him establish the tall image of his second uncle? His murderous intent to Gong Cheng was so great.

He spat in a mouthful of blood: "You dream!"

Today, he can die, but his eldest nephew cannot.

Just as Gong Xichou was thinking about a countermeasure, his eldest nephew beside him raised his hand and turned into a familiar wooden stick. The only difference was that the top of the stick was decorated with a small red flower swaying in the wind. As the stick appeared, a low-key and gorgeous high priest's wide robe instantly covered his body, and a silver garland with its head and tail tied around his neck, adorned with various different-colored jewelry.

Gong Cheng's expression was solemn when he was relaxed.

Before his death, he introduced the characteristics of the Gongxi high priest before his death. The young man in front of him was completely consistent! The old man also said that he could judge the other party's strength and cultivation through the accessories on the high priest's body and the dark patterns on the clothes. The more gorgeous the accessories, the more complex the dark patterns, which means that the deeper the cultivation of the high priest...

Although the high priest of the Gongxi tribe does not speak like a literary scholar, nor does he have the powerful destructive ability of landslides like a brave warrior, he has extremely strong auxiliary ability. Especially when the other party has the Gongxi tribe's people around him, it is difficult to deal with it.

Gong Cheng said in his heart: [You can't keep both!]

Fortunately, Jimo Qiu is still young. If he is allowed to grow up for a few years, he will join forces with Gongxiqiu, and today he will definitely be himself. Gong Cheng's palm is ink-colored martial arts gushing out, and in the blink of an eye, it gathers into a ball like a substance. This ink-colored halo is like a heart beating, and it is opened and shrunk, and the breath is rising step by step, and there is a vague purple current flowing.

Just when Gong Xichou was thinking about whether to activate the forbidden technique to exchange one life for one life, his eldest nephew beside him turned into a seal with one palm. Gong Xichou was familiar with this, and he had also used it in the old priests in the clan before, so it was considered a standard starting style.

He instantly abandoned all retreat.

His eyes burst out with a sharp light that was moving forward, and he raised his head and shouted: "Okay, today you and my uncle will fight him!"

The damaged martial arts armor was instantly complete with the martial arts activate.

The result is-

After counting breaths, there was only a hundred feet of pit left on the spot.

Changshi Liu waited for the movement to be a little less before he stepped forward in shock.

She looked pale, looking at the huge pit of burning hot and high temperatures, sand and soil gathered into "water", and asked, "Are they dead?"

Gong Cheng raised his hand and looked at his palm.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "No."

When he was about to face Gong Xichou, Gong Xichou and his eldest nephew suddenly disappeared, and there were also several nearby brave warriors who were watching the fun. They launched in an instant, and there were no traces left in the place, so they could only be the high priest.

Changshi Liu understood: "Escape?"

Gong Cheng nodded: "Yeah, I ran away."

Still can't intercept that kind at all.

If it is an ordinary literary scholar or a brave warrior, this kind of spiritual spirit that escapes from its shell will take some preparation time from its activation to its effect. This gap is enough for Gong Cheng to take action to destroy the spiritual spirit. Even if it cannot be destroyed, it can leave some clues.

Generally speaking, this kind of spiritual spirit cannot escape much.

As long as you find the clue, you will be able to catch up soon.

However, the power system of the high priest was closely related to the nature of heaven and earth. In other words, the clues he left behind were also part of the world and part of all things. Gong Cheng couldn't find the clues if he wanted to chase them, so he put his hand away: "Go back."

When Changshi Liu heard this, he dared not speak out.

Because of Gong Xiqiu, Gong Cheng stayed here for some time, and the nephew of Gong Xiqiu wasted a lot of precious time. If Gong Cheng could eradicate these two hidden dangers, they would have been away, and the stakes in Jinli County missed valuable remediation time. Liu Changshi's face was so gloomy that water could drip out. She didn't have to think that Jinli County had been cleaned.

I don’t know how much I can save when I go back now.

She took a deep breath: "This trip failed..."

Gong Cheng doesn't need her to hint.

"I will take full responsibility and I won't let you be punished."

Liu Changshi clenched his fists and slowly relaxed, and as the turbid air was breathing out of his chest, his hanging heart fell to the ground: "Okay."

Gong Cheng is the confidant ancestor whom the master has to rely on. As long as he does not betray such a thing, any mistakes he makes can be tolerated, but he will not be the case. Liu Changshi finally reached his current position and did not want to be cruelly defeated by a plan failure. Gong Cheng is willing to take the blame, but she cannot ask for it.

Two ends of the conversation—

Jimo Qiu and his group also encountered some trouble.

To be precise, it was caused by Gongxi Qiu.

Gong Cheng's killer move that had been accumulating for a long time failed to break out of a hundred-foot pit. Gong Xiqiu suddenly lost his target and had no time to stop his power, so he naturally caused a big disaster. The snake-shaped halberd drove the mountain out of a big hole with a rushing force, and he fell into the ruins of the cracks and was buried by a rock. If it weren't for the critical moment, the Martial Gallery Totem curled up his body and formed a space to protect him, he would have been seriously injured.

Actually, my injuries are not healed much now.

Shaochong, Chao Lian and Uncle Lin pulled him out of the ruins covered in blood. Fang Yan did not move. He had a serious obsession with cleanliness and despised Gongxi Qiu as being too dirty. Jimo Qiu did not move either because he wanted to maintain the stability of the cave that was temporarily knocked out.

"Ahemhem—"

Gong Xiqiu coughed and spat out several mouthfuls of sand and soil. He forced himself to sit up, held his heart-wrenching waist with one hand, limped to Jimo Qiu, and pouted and complained: "Big nephew, why don't you fight that person for a hundred and eight rounds? You and my uncle and nephew join forces, even if you can't let him stay, you have to remove one of his hands! Your second uncle and I will fight the Northwest invincible hands!"

He forced himself to leave his first impression of a strong man on his nephew, so that his good nephew could know how tall and mighty his second uncle was, and he was a brave warrior of the Gongxi clan and the most powerful and reliable sharp blade around the high priest. He had imagined countless creative appearances, and had imagined his nephew's admiration and admiration, but he did not want to be destroyed by Gong Cheng. The prince should be skinned and removed!

Jimo Qiu: "It's useless to remove one of his feet."

The biggest difference between the last three great realms of martial artists and the seventeenth-class chariots is not the amount of martial arts, the exquisite moves, the strength, but the integration with the world, the growth of spirit, and the gradual departure of the physical body from the category of mortals.

Gong Xiqiu tried his best to remove his hands and feet. After a period of cultivation, Gong Cheng would grow new things. As long as he could not kill the other party, any physical damage would be useless.

And how can they join forces to make the other party lose their lives?

The answer is no.

I'll get another beating.

So Jimo Qiu chose to run.

He didn't think it would be shameful to run away if he couldn't beat him, but he was a little surprised by the second uncle's intention in front of him.

Gong Xiqiu sighed: "Stop, I'll find him bad luck in the future. I will leave the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood. Our uncle and nephew will record this account for him. When we meet again in the future, we must twist his brain off. If his hands and feet are broken, he can grow again. If his brain is gone, can he lose it?"

Jimo Qiu looked at him covered in blood: "Not to say this, I will help you recover from your injuries first so as not to leave hidden diseases."

Gong Xichou grinned foolishly.

"No, no, this is not necessary."

Jimo Qiu's eyes seemed to disagree.

Gong Xiqiu said: "I just need to shed my skin."

Although his cultivation level has not yet reached the level of regeneration of broken limbs, in a sense, this is stronger than regeneration of broken limbs. As long as he still has a trace of heart veins and breathe, he can use totems to molt and accelerate his injury recovery.

Almost immortal.

Gong Xiqiu guessed that this might be related to his death once.

He was not going to confess to his eldest nephew for this matter. It wasn't that he was wary of it, but the night of the genocide had passed, and he didn't want his close relatives to worry about it anymore. Fortunately, Jimo Qiu didn't mean to ask: "That's the case, that's fine."

The molting process of Gong Xiqiu looks quite interesting.

First it turns into the original form of the totem, and the disk has sharp edges and corners on the surface of the body. Through the dark and squirming, the blood that forced out the meridians merged into the fake skin that was about to be discarded. After the molting is over, you can obtain a tender, smooth and flawless new body.

only--

"I feel embarrassed to see my eldest nephew like this."

Gong Xiqiu has been wandering around the mainland in recent years. Apart from looking for his brother and nephew, he has not fallen into martial arts. He is often injured. In the past, he did not think something was wrong with healing his skin, but at this time he was stared at by five pairs of eyes, and suddenly he felt like he was onlooker by someone.

Jimo Qiu staggered his eyes.

The injury was not too serious, and the molting process was very smooth.

After the molting ended, his skin was shiny and tender.

The eldest nephew and the five of them surrounded the fire.

The pottery jars on the fire were cooked with gurgling broth, which were the big snakes that Shao Chong caught when he was bored. The meat was tender and smooth, and it could be cooked with color, fragrance and flavor without much ingredients.

For the first time in his life, Gong Xiqiu knew what it means to be close to home.

In the past, he had no need to worry about his emotions. Just follow Benxin and recognize his eldest nephew. Now that the crisis has been resolved, he suddenly realized that he and his eldest nephew were completely unfamiliar before today. Calculate the time, it has not been long since the eldest nephew lost his father.
To be continued...