When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Qing Yu and the two found out a lot of news during their trip, but instead of resolving everyone's doubts, they gave rise to more doubts. But no matter what, one thing is always right, that is to protect oneself and not be easily captured by the aborigines.

Of course, those who have been captured must be rescued as soon as possible.

Xu guessed what Yun Qingyue was worried about, and Jiang Mo approached her and said, "It's okay, there must be a reason for the ghost ship to bring so many people back. There are still many monks on this island who have not been caught, so what kind of sacrifices are there?" It shouldn't be a matter of a while. When we recharge our batteries and try to contact more people, we will always be able to rescue Zhong Heng and the others."

Yun Qingyue gave a soft "um", because she was worried about Master and the others the night before, she did not rest. At this time, the two were sitting side by side, and they didn't know if she was tired or sleepy. They leaned slightly on Jiang Mo's body, and even leaned their heads on her shoulders.

For a moment, Jiang Mo's heart beat faster, and the sound of "thumping" heartbeat rang in his ears, for fear that Yun Qingyue would hear it.

She quietly covered her heart, and no one could say anything about her excitement, so she could only ask the system in her heart: "Yes, system, what do you mean by senior sister? Did she recognize me? Or, is she innocent?" Get close to me?"

The system is also looking at this scene with excitement, but unfortunately it is a life winner system, not a strategy system, and there is no such function as the favorability indicator. It really doesn't know what the senior sister is thinking, but this does not prevent it from encouraging the host: "Host, no matter whether the senior sister recognizes you or not, it is a good thing that she is willing to get close to you with her temperament. Don't be careless."

Jiang Mo was delighted in his heart, but his body was extremely stiff, and his originally relaxed back straightened unconsciously.

Naturally, this small movement did not attract anyone's attention, including the scene of Yun Qingyue leaning on her shoulder, which did not attract many people's attention-at this time, there were still a few people who knew Yun Qingyue's identity, and the two of them had been together since they appeared. Wearing the same mask, so they were seen as a gang from the beginning. It's not unusual for them to rely on each other now, and everyone's attention is still on the previous news.

Only Qing Yu turned her head to look at it a few times. Although Jiang Mo didn't know the deeper relationship between her and her senior sister, her status as a master made her subconsciously straighten her back. If it wasn't for worrying about the vest, I'm afraid he would have to smile at the other party.

But even without a flattering smile, Qing Yu seemed to understand something, and her brows frowned slightly.

When Jiang Mo saw it, he had some bad premonition inexplicably, but before she could react, Qing Yu looked away. She neither came forward to stop anything, nor beat the mandarin duck with a club, as if what she gave birth to was all an illusion.

In a short period of time, Jiang Mo's mind was already spinning, and Yun Qingyue, who was leaning on her shoulder, didn't seem to know it.

Her eyes were slightly closed, and her breath was filled with the familiar scent of purple clouds and flowers, and the worries in her heart seemed to be calmed down a lot unconsciously.

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After a short rest, the gathered people began to act—although they were not sure about facing the mermaids in their heyday immediately, it was impossible to let the aborigines do whatever they wanted, so the most urgent task was to gather the scattered monks on the island stand up. First, to prevent the monks from being captured one by one by the aborigines, and second, to gather enough strength to talk about the future.

However, compared to the ordinary disciples who were brought to the island by the big fish, the elders of the various sects also lost their spiritual power even after going to the island, and their strength was not comparable to that of the ordinary disciples. Just like Zhu Baiyi and Qing Yu, the two easily went to the aboriginal tribe and walked around, and even found the altar and saw the shark through the teleportation array, obviously it would be impossible to go alone.

Knowing this, after everyone started to act, Jiang Mo carefully asked the two of them: "The ghost ship was broken that day, and I saw many ghost lights rising from the ship. I think it must be the elders. I don't know if you two know the rest whereabouts?"

Zhu Baiyi and Qing Yu looked at each other when they heard the words, and they were not surprised to see what Jiang Mo saw. After all, the opponent's cultivation level is actually not much lower than Qing Yu's, and even stronger than some elders who thought they were powerful and wanted to escape alone.

Facing the juniors with such cultivation, the two of them had no intention of hiding anything, so they briefly described the situation that day: "That day, the seven sects gathered on the ghost ship, and there were two or three elders in each sect, a total of ten Nine people. In addition to that, there are also some masters of casual cultivation, and there are thirteen people on the boat who have combined cultivation and above, and they are also the ones who chose to take action that day." Of course, Jiang Mo had to be excluded, that is to say, there were twelve people left.

When Qing Yu talked about the situation that day, she still had some lingering fears: "Twelve fit monks are enough to sweep the land in the mainland, but in the deep sea..." She shook her head as she spoke, before continuing: "We were beaten several times by ourselves. Before I was injured and lost consciousness, I saw seven people were seriously injured and three were knocked into the sea. As for the situation after that, I don’t know.”

When Jiang Mo asked, Yun Qingyue was also listening. When he heard the master say that she had lost consciousness, he couldn't help but glanced at the masked woman next to him—the two met for a short time, but Yun Qingyue had already passed away. It can be seen from the relationship between the two that they are old acquaintances. Although Shizun never mentioned that she has friends from the Demonic Way, but this time Shizun saved her after being injured, it should be this "Elder Qi".

In addition, when Yun Qingyue faced "Elder Qi", he still had a vague sense of familiarity. This kind of familiarity made her full of inquiries about "Elder Qi", so her eyes stayed on him for a while longer.

Zhu Baiyi noticed something, and looked back calmly, not afraid that the other party would recognize him.

However, the two looked at each other, and they didn't feel anything, but a tiger next to them felt a little sour.

Jiang Mo walked two steps forward calmly, just blocking the middle of the two, and then continued to ask righteously: "So, the peak master does not know the whereabouts of the rest? According to the peak master, Are those people still alive?"

The voice fell, and before Peak Master Qingyu could reply, Jiang Mo heard a soft snort, she turned her head angrily, and saw Zhu Baiyi shaking her head and looking back... Although she didn't say anything, the sound There was enough sarcasm in the light chirp, and it also made Jiang, who was hiding his small thoughts, feel a little guilty. For a while, he was angry and slandered, but he didn't have a good impression of Zhu Baiyi.

Xu Shi noticed that the atmosphere was weird, maybe it was interrupted by Zhu Baiyi's snort, Qingyu Peak Master paused and said: "I don't know. Judging from the strength of the deep sea monsters that besieged us , the rest of the people should be hard to escape, but with the altar I saw last night, I think those people may be alive."

I took a quick look last night, but Qing Yu was very impressed with that altar, especially those monster beasts that were **** and let out blood—a lot of blood was drained, but very little blood from monster beasts flowed into the altar , there is only one reason for such a result, and that is the picky altar.

The altar doesn't like the blood of monsters, or it dislikes the blood of monsters is not good enough, so how about cultivating it against humans? The difference between low-level monks and high-level monks is not only in realm and strength. High-level monks have practiced for many years, and the aura contained in their bodies is not comparable to low-level monks.

This kind of aura is stored in the blood body, and it cannot be plundered and changed by just a formation!

Qing Yu felt that if they were sacrifices, high-level monks like them were obviously more suitable than low-level monks. The ghost ship tried its best to lure them aboard and take them into the deep sea. It was definitely not for the deep sea monsters to tear people apart. Therefore, whether those elders escaped or were captured, most of them were still alive. I can find it.

The other three felt that it should be the case. Even if Jiang Mo's juniors have caught up with them, their methods are still lacking compared to their seniors, so she continued to humbly ask for advice: "I don't know if the peak master can contact other people?"

Peak Lord Qingyu thought for a while, and replied: "I'll try, but I can only try to contact people from Tiandaozong and Fozong."

The three sects of the righteous way belonged to a circle, and they had always been at odds with the evil way. Peace on the ghost ship was hard to come by, and it was obviously embarrassing for her to contact the four sects of the evil way. Not only did she have no means to contact those people, even if she managed to find the hiding place of the other party, she would probably be taken as an enemy's defensive target, and it would be even more troublesome at that time.

Several people understood this, so after Peak Master Qingyu finished speaking, they all turned their eyes to Zhu Baiyi again. This "Elder Qi" is an elder of the Scarlet Blood Sect, so he probably has some connections with the other three sects of the Demonic Dao, right?

Zhu Baiyi is not an elder, she is the suzerain. Although she has always been "approachable" when facing Qing Yu and the others, in fact, the supremacy of the Sect Master of the Demon Sect is still vividly reflected in her - when she was in the Demon Dao, she did not take anyone seriously, even the People in her own sect can only be divided into superior and inferior, and she doesn't even know any of the elders of other sects.

Unfortunately, she did not come here by exchanging identities with "Elder Qi", but "Elder Qi" itself is another identity of hers.

Facing the three pairs of expectant eyes at this time, especially even Qing Yu looking at her like this, Zhu Baiyi felt the pressure for the first time. She restrained her expression, nodded slightly, pretending to be solemn and said: "I can try."

As the elders of the Demon Sect, even if they have no friendship, it shouldn't be too difficult to contact one or two, right?

The other three were thinking like this, and their faces showed a little bit, but Zhu Baiyi himself was not too sure. In another place, she can find people with her strength, but she has lost her spiritual power in this strange Same Island, and it's hard to say how much of her strength she can use, but she can't use some methods that require spiritual power. So she thought about it, and added: "But I don't think it's necessarily a good thing to get in touch with those people."

The few of them were not stupid, and quickly understood Zhu Baiyi's meaning, Jiang Mo then said: "We are both from the Demonic Dao sect, is Elder Qi afraid that the other three sects have been linked together?" He glanced at Zhu Baiyi with similar sympathy.

Zhu Baiyi understands what she means - both belong to the Demon Dao Sect, and the rest of them are united, so I won't take you to play.

For a while, Zhu Baiyi couldn't laugh or cry, but he nodded his head as an admission.