It was still noisy inside and outside the restaurant.
The Sui Dynasty had always been rich, and the people were willing and daring to spend money. After all, the Gao family of Geyang, who sat on the dragon throne, had created an extremely stable and peaceful event during these hundreds of years.
Over at the window on the second floor, Mao Xiaodong looked out the window and reminded Chen Pingan behind him: "Remember to protect yourself, don't worry about me."
Nine realm golden elixir sword cultivator, Longmen realm military monk, Longmen realm formation master, Far Traveling realm martial artist, Golden Body realm martial artist.
Five assassins.
No matter their identity or position, they all gathered together and hid within a thousand feet of this restaurant.
This kind of battle, let alone chasing and killing a Yuanying Earth Immortal other than a sword cultivator, I am afraid that even a Jade Pu Realm cultivator can be killed.
Chen Ping'an recalled the scene in Caiyi Guocheng's God's Pavilion where the girl with bells on her wrists and ankles met by chance. As the daughter of a county guard, although her cultivation was not high, she always helped every time.
It was just right and made Chen Pingan have a good impression of her.
After that, he traveled to two continents and an upside-down mountain. It was always Chen Pingan who either fought against strong men alone or accompanied by four people in the painting. It was Chen Pingan who made the final decision. This time in the capital city of the Sui Dynasty, Chen Pingan changed
After becoming him, Chen Pingan only needs to stand behind Mao Xiaodong. This situation makes Chen Pingan a little unfamiliar. However, deep down in his heart, he still feels a little regretful. After all, he is not returning to the blessed land of lotus flowers where "there is a god above his head who suppresses people with the way of heaven".
In the vast world, Chen Ping'an's current cultivation level is still too low.
Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "When you get to my age, if you are still a useless Nascent Soul monk, I will scold you to death for you."
Chen Pingan had no choice but to pat the sword gourd on his waist and tell Feijian Chuyi and Fifteen from his heart to be ready for the assassin to appear at any time.
Inside the two large sleeves of the golden robe, there is a shrinking talisman twisted on the fingertips of the right hand to prevent sneak attacks, and on the left hand is the true body talisman of the Day and Night Wandering God to defend against powerful enemies.
Mao Xiaodong felt relieved.
Junior brother, the long journey to the rivers and lakes was not in vain.
Mao Xiaodong suddenly raised his voice on Chen Ping'an's heart and asked, "Have you ever had the experience of walking on the river of time before? It was even more uncomfortable than the previous experience of the suppression of awe-inspiring righteousness in the Confucian Temple."
Chen Ping'an responded with the number of Wufu Road that gathers sounds into a line: "I walked it twice. The first time I walked through it in Lizhudongtian Town before I practiced martial arts. The second time I walked in Ouhua Blessed Land and was watched by Taoist temples.
The old temple owner pulled me, and I have probably seen the flow of time for at least two hundred years, and the order was often reversed and intertwined back and forth. Therefore, even though I was already a fifth-level martial artist at that time, I still felt it was extremely difficult.
If you feed it to people, the taste will be exactly the same."
Mao Xiaodong asked with a smile: "You and I were chatting about our travels in the study before. Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you don't talk about such a feat worth showing off to others, it would be like suffering in vain. Even for a Nascent Soul cultivator like me,
Before I became the head of the Cliff Academy, I had never experienced the scenery of the long river of time. That is a picture that only monks in the Jade Purity Realm can have access to."
Chen Ping'an suddenly had an idea and revealed the secret, "Master Mao Shan really has the magical ability to move mountains. He temporarily turned this place into a small academy?!"
Mao Xiaodong nodded and said: "Yes, in the past few years, I have used the protection of the little treasure vase to travel around the capital of the Sui Dynasty, concealing the truth, and accomplished this secret thing. I carried the cultural incense of an academy on my shoulders to guard against others.
The heart is indispensable."
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's understandable."
Mao Xiaodong laughed angrily and said, "You haven't even called me Senior Brother Mao. I want you to understand?"
Chen Pingan admitted that he was in the wrong and stopped talking.
Mao Xiaodong put one hand behind his back, raised his arm with the other, and used his fingers as a pen. In an instant, he wrote the four words "Shan Ya Academy". With each stroke, golden light flowed out from his fingers and did not disperse.
After finishing writing, Mao Xiaodong shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Everywhere in the world!"
The four golden words flashed in all directions.
Mao Xiaodong turned around and said, "Just sit and drink."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Xiaodong had disappeared.
Chen Pingan took a deep breath, and the familiar feeling engraved in his heart was like a surging river. Chen Pingan was like a person who was not good at swimming, and was instantly under the water.
The world is silent.
There was no movement or sound at all in the restaurant.
The Dragon Gate realm master was secretly "arranging troops and formations". When his spiritual energy suddenly stagnated and his movement was not smooth, he suddenly raised his head and saw that the pedestrians on the road were motionless, and the birds in the sky in the corner of his eye were only hovering.
The formation master didn't care that he would be discovered by Mao Xiaodong from the Cliff Academy. He immediately stopped covering his Qi and poured out the force. He held a golden talisman between his fingers and was about to make a move.
He pressed the man's shoulder with one hand and said with a smile: "Your formation is derived from the lineage of Longmen Formation taught by Jun Ning Quanzhen of the Middle Earth Dao, right?"
The formation master was stunned.
He was unable to free himself from the big hand placed on his shoulder by the man behind him. The man's face turned red, hoping that one of the other four people could rescue him in time and help him get out of trouble.
An array master needs to use the power of heaven and earth drawn by the array he sets up to polish and temper his own body. Compared with sword cultivators, military cultivators and pure warriors, there is a huge gap.
Fortunately, the formation master did not completely despair.
A bright sword light started from the northeast, like a white line, flying quickly. The tip of the sword pointed at the center of Mao Xiaodong's eyebrows behind the formation master.
This sword light is in the small world, and its trajectory is not completely straight. The tip of the sword trembles subtly, and the blade of the natal flying sword fluctuates.
There was a squeaking sound, and wherever the flying sword touched, a series of lightning and flints were splashed by friction, which was extremely eye-catching.
This is the sharp flying sword that conflicts with this small world.
Mao Xiaodong did not dodge, and there was no sign of summoning the abundant spiritual energy of a Nascent Soul.
The flying sword, which was less than ten feet away from the tall old man and the formation master, suddenly caused a circle of ripples, like a stone thrown into a lake, crashing into the water and disappearing.
At the same time, the Formation Master's seven orifices were bleeding, and his whole body was shaking involuntarily. This movement collided with the omnipresent flow of time in the small world, and the blood flow became more and more unstoppable. What was even more terrifying was that the energy in the body was in chaos.
All the key qi palaces, the heart, and the gates of the palaces that are nourishing the life objects are like being nailed by thousands of needles. The array master tried his best to move the two fingers with the life-saving talisman twisted around them. The fingers can be moved, but the body is thick.
Like the aura of mercury, it freezes and cannot move at all.
Mao Xiaodong held the man's neck and threw him somewhere behind him.
The natal flying sword cultivated by the golden elixir sword stirred up a whirlpool of water behind Mao Xiaodong, stabbing out quickly like an evil guest breaking in through the door.
But it's already long overdue.
The formation master, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, happened to block the flying sword's path.
The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator in the distance had no intention of stopping the flying sword, and directly pierced the formation master's body, controlled the flying sword with his mind, and continued to assassinate Mao Xiaodong!
The formation master was killed on the spot and died with his eyes open.
Didn't it mean that Mao Xiaodong was just a Nascent Soul cultivator after leaving Donghua Mountain?
On the road of spiritual practice, there are hundreds of disciples from the three sects, who make elixirs and collect medicines, take food to maintain health, ask gods to teach ghosts, watch Qi for guidance, and refine inner elixirs. However, once they cross the big threshold, they become the fifth form.
The realm has become a fairy in the eyes of ordinary people, and it is indeed infinitely beautiful.
But it is not without reason that people who practice Taoism cut off the world of mortals on the mountain and ignore the rights and wrongs of the world.
Because there are also Qi practitioners at the foot of the mountain who do not believe in evil.
There is also a Confucian academy.
Mao Xiaodong took a step forward and appeared dozens of feet away. After turning around, he caught the flying sword that was following him with his two fingers.
Although this feat of easily anchoring a flying sword with two fingers is shocking to the world, the news of it is enough to scare the earthly immortals of the whole continent.
But while Mao Xiaodong was wearing down his sword power.
The small world where Mao Xiaodong was sitting was actually shaking slightly unnoticeably.
The far-traveling warrior was in someone else's world and could no longer control the wind and travel far away, but he still ran as fast as thunder, and finally smashed through two walls, passed through the entire store, and punched Mao Xiaodong.
Come.
Several people in the shop were directly smashed into pieces by him, and the broken pieces finally slowly hovered in the air inside the shop.
This man's punch gathered all the pure Qi in that mouthful of pure Qi. He didn't even have the slightest bit of energy to accumulate, and he was actually willing to trade his life for his life.
Mao Xiaodong mobilized the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create a stone tablet with gently swaying golden inscriptions, and an archway that also appeared out of thin air. They were both turned into powder by the punch of Yuanyoujing martial artist.
The old man, a martial artist in the eighth realm, rushed forward with long strides, unstoppable.
In addition, the Golden Body Realm martial artist jumped up to the roof and came all the way like a dragonfly. He was not as fast as the Yuanyuan Realm old man. He was covered in golden body aura and collided with the time flow of the small world. The Golden Body Realm martial artist seemed to be on fire.
A large ball of flame finally jumped down and hit Mao Xiaodong who was standing on the street.
Mao Xiaodong, who had slight cuts on his fingers, threw the flying sword imprisoned at his fingertips towards the golden body warrior.
Mao Xiaodong stretched out his palm to block the punch of the Yuanyuan realm martial arts master.
Mao Xiaodong's big sleeves bulged violently, and his beard was fluttering.
To be continued...