Luding: "But no matter how my identity changes, Luding's physique will not change. I entrusted to create a furnace, which is my destiny. I am destined to escape in my life."

Xie Yun didn't answer any more, looking down at him.

Luding held the storage bag and lowered his head in embarrassment. His cowardice and fear seemed to be peeled off layer by layer by his eyes and exposed to the monk.

Luding's lower lip trembled for a long time, and finally said: "I, I'm afraid of death... I'm sorry, I'm too weak, I stained your eyes..."

Xie Yun landed his five fingers on the hilt, and rubbed the pattern on the hilt subconsciously. He stared at the other party for a while, and then said, "Fear death to survive... whatever you want. I just need your help to put these spirit swords. Distribute to those who are willing to leave. I have told you the time, if you don't want to run, just avoid us."

Luding hurriedly picked up the storage bag: "I, I will definitely do it... I handed A Yuan's sword to him. Don't worry, I have been here for a long time, and they are not too wary of me."

Xie Yun tore off the talisman paper: "I'm leaving, you can do it yourself."

Furnace nodded vigorously.

Xie Yun pushed open the door, took a step, and suddenly remembered something: "What's your name?"

Luding looked blank: "I, my name is... my surname is Cheng! My name is Cheng Anping!"

"Cheng Anping."

Xie Yun repeated it, closed the door and walked out.

A little light leaked through the door and disappeared again in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Anping stood in front of the mirror, unbuttoned his clothes and rubbed his body vigorously until his neck, wrists, waist and abdomen were all red and blue, then he touched his cheeks, crying and laughing: "So my name is Cheng Anping."

He forgot what his name was.

He wasn't a cauldron for fun either, but he forgot.

The author has something to say:

Xie Yun: It's the kind of god who will study the erotic palace pictures carefully just like studying the exercises.

Xie Shaozhu - a bastard who seems to be good at talking, but actually can do it, a madman who dares to gather around and watch when others are over the calamity.

Today is late, tomorrow there will be a big fat chapter.

Chapter 7 Yu Huanzong (Micro Repair)

"What are you looking at? Get out now."

After Xie Yun left for a cup of tea, the guard pushed open the door and said coldly, "Don't stay here."

Cheng Anping was standing in front of the bed and cleaning up the quilt, when he noticed that the guard came in and hurriedly turned his back on his clothes, revealing a piece of skin down the back of his neck, dazzlingly white and red marks interlaced.

Luding is only allowed to wear middle clothes in the Huichunmen, so even if he runs out, he can be recognized at first sight.

Cheng Anping said in a low voice, "I'll be fine right away."

The guard's eyes straightened, his Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed.

His cultivation base is low, even inferior to Cheng Anping. He can be a guard because his surname is Meng, but unfortunately, he can't taste these good things.

The guards are not good at male sex, but the furnace is not "sex", but a good thing that can help itself like the treasures of heaven and earth!

Who cares if the elixir tastes good or not?

Cheng Anping reluctantly packed his clothes, but there was still a lot of skin exposed in the guard's sight. The guard's eyes were not enough, so he sent him all the way to the dungeon, even forgetting to search his body.

"Is this very fierce today?"

Cheng Anping turned his face away, so that the intact half of his face was facing the guard: "Jianxiu, he is a bit fiercer than other monks."

The guard tutted twice, until Cheng Anping's figure disappeared in the dungeon, and the guard remembered that he had not searched his body.

The Huichun Gate does not allow disciples with low cultivation bases to get their hands on the furnace, lest the cultivation of the furnace will drop after double cultivation, so the guards of the dungeon are all puppets, preventing the guards and guards from being in the same stream.

The guard snorted bitterly.

In the dungeon, apart from the furnace, there are only puppet guards. Low-level puppets have no intelligence. As long as the furnace does not run out, the puppets will only patrol along the set route.

Cheng Anping quickly dressed, took out his storage bag, and trotted in the dungeon.

Originally, the cauldrons could move freely in the dungeon. After all, cauldrons were rare in physique, and they had to ensure their cultivation as a cauldron.

But after yesterday, most of the cauldrons were pierced through their knees and locked in the cell, and there were only three or four cauldrons left that could move around in the dungeon.

Cheng Anping ran outside the cell where he was being held.

There was a bloody smell in the cell, and the six furnaces were nailed to the hooks, all with their heads down, unable to see whether they were alive or dead.

Cheng Anping felt a chill in his heart—there were eleven people in the dungeon last night, and after only a few hours of effort, there were five fewer people.

He took out a storage bag from his sleeve and softly called a person's name: "Twelve! Twelve!"

The furnaces were numbered in the order they came in. It took so long that they forgot their names.

The female nun who was pinned in the corner raised her head blankly, with two bloodstains under her eyes: "Little Fourth Brother?"

Cheng Anping's hands trembled, and he poured out six spirit swords and threw them in front of several furnaces.

Ignoring the severe pain in her knees, the female cultivator wiped the ground with her blood-stained hands and grabbed the spirit sword: "This, this is the sword? Where did you get so many spirit swords?"

Cheng Anping: "It's Ayuan, Ayuan ran out, and he asked someone to bring me a spirit sword. Some people will make a big noise at Huichunmen around tomorrow. When the dungeon is opened, you must run away! Stay here. There is only a dead end!"

Five cauldrons died in one night. It seems that Huichunmen did not intend to leave the disobedient cauldrons behind.

The female cultivator tightly gripped the hilt of her sword: "I see! Little Fourth Brother, if we can go out, let's go to a mortal village together! Even if we can't break through the realm in this life, it's better than being someone else's plaything."

Apart from A Yuan, who escaped, and Cheng Anping, the rest were in the consecration period and even the air-entraining period. In the cultivation world, their fate was like an ant grass mustard. Even if they didn't make a furnace, they would die in the hands of other strong people.

Cheng Anping hesitated: "I...you guys run...there will be someone to help you tomorrow, as long as you can get out of Feiyincheng, you will have a chance."