Zhu Lian had never met the old master Zhao Shi who was invited to visit the academy, but Li Baoping mentioned the dazzling white deer.
Zhao Shi, who has a high reputation and a high degree of education, makes the sound of his footsteps and the speed of his breathing when he walks, just like an ordinary old man.
Even though Zhu Lian didn't notice anything strange, Zhu Lian immediately tensed up his heartstrings.
At this moment, all the characters appearing near the courtyard are most likely dead soldiers of the Sui Dynasty.
Immortal magic techniques are ever-changing and impossible to guard against.
The fight between immortals is a battle of wits and courage. Zhu Lianling had competed with Cui Dongshan twice, and he knew the many wonderful uses of a practitioner's magic weapon. This was an eye-opener for him, the former No. 1 person in the world in Lotus Flower Blessed Land.
If he hadn't followed Chen Ping'an and his family registration fell into the Dali Dynasty, according to Zhu Lian's nature and in the blessed land of Ouhua, he would have already taken action at this moment. It is better to kill by mistake than by mistake.
However, holding back his temper and not going on a rampage to kill people doesn't mean that Zhu Lian doesn't have the skills to test the opponent's depth.
Zhu Lian glanced at a sycamore tree on both sides of the road. The petiole of a green sycamore leaf broke quietly, shooting like an arrow towards the old master Zhao Shi who was accompanied by a white deer.
Zhao Shi didn't realize it and just continued to move forward.
Just when the tung leaf was about to cut off the old master's head, it suddenly lost control and turned into an ordinary fallen leaf, fluttering and falling to the ground.
Zhu Lian has traveled across two continents and knows the importance of the owner of a Confucian academy. Even if it is not a seventy-two academy, but a private academy built and organized by the great Confucians from various countries, it is the best talisman.
This status is similar to that of a human monarch or a clan king, and will be protected by Confucianism.
If a Taoist cultivator dares to assassinate without authorization, he will be hunted by the Confucian Academy. The entire vast world is controlled by Confucianism. Where can he go? Either hide through secret channels in some broken cave heaven paradise with no good reputation, or simply have no choice but to
Stay away from the world. However, if treacherous ministers, eunuchs, relatives of feudal generals, and the like harm the monarch, usurp the throne, or support puppets, the Seventy-Two Academy will not interfere.
If Zhu Lian really cut off the head of a private academy mountain master, and if Zhao Shi was not a dead man, but a genuine old scholar, and today was just a whim to visit Cui Dongshan, then Zhu Lian would definitely
I couldn’t eat and walked around.
But Zhu Lian did not give up and kicked a roadside pebble with his toe, hitting Zhao Shi's calf.
Skillfully control the intensity to cultivate the seven realms of golden body.
The poor old master groaned and looked down, only to see a blood groove torn out on the side of his calf, and his head was covered in cold sweat.
Zhao Shi raised his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you?! Why do you want to commit murder and hurt people? Do you know this is the Cliff Academy!"
Zhu Lian looked surprised, with a hint of fear, and muttered and cursed at first, "Don't they all say that the Master of Academy Mountain is the master of Qi training who talks about the Heavenly Constitution? Since he is accompanied by a spiritual creature like the White Deer,
Why is it that now, without being beaten, he is like a waste? It's miserable, it's miserable..."
Then Zhao Shi saw the man running all the way and said with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wandering thousands of miles just now, kicking stones for fun, and accidentally blocked Lord Zhao's drive. I really deserve it."
Ten thousand deaths..."
Zhao Shi was in so much pain that he had to bend down. His face was pale and he was sweating profusely. He probably did not dare to look at the bloody wound, so he glared at the frightened and rickety old man.
Zhu Lian came to Zhao Shi and stretched out his hand to support him, "Master Zhao, I will help you go to the courtyard to heal your injuries."
Zhao Shi let Zhu Lian hold his arm and lamented: "How can there be such a restless martial artist like you? Since you have learned some martial arts, you should restrain yourself. Childish children roll around and fight with young and strong men.
Can fighting be the same? It’s you who use force to ban things!”
Zhu Lian nodded in agreement.
Between the electric light and flint.
Zhu Lian, who was accustomed to stooping and stooping, suddenly shrank, like an old ape, turned sideways, stepped hard on the ground, and slammed into Zhao Shi's arms.
A natal flying sword that was supposed to pierce Zhu Lian's eyebrows, only pierced his shoulder after Zhu Lian transformed into an ape.
Zhao Shi was hit hard by Zhu Lianshi and flew backwards, knocking away the white deer behind him.
Zhao Shi's figure drifted around, and he stood firm on the ground, feeling very bad.
Why is there a Far Traveling Realm martial artist hiding here in the academy!
Zhu Lian didn't pay any attention to the blood-soaked shoulder injury, his eyes were hot, and he grinned: "I finally learned the skills of an earthly immortal sword cultivator, so happy!"
In the courtyard, Yu Lu jumped up on the high wall and said in a deep voice: "Here we come."
Thank you for reminding: "Baoping, Li Huai, Pei Qian, the three of you retreat into the study room of the main room. Remember to close the door. Unless I open the door, you can step out at any time!"
The three children ran into the house without asking any more questions.
Lin Shouyi said softly: "I may not be able to help now."
Yu Lu stared at the confrontation between Zhu Lian and the old master Zhao Shi on the road, "Look for your own opportunity."
Thank you for coming to the courtyard, reciting the magic formula silently in your heart, making the magic formula with your hands, stepping on the Gang Steps, and following the secret techniques taught by Cui Dongshan, you began to control the aura of the small courtyard, temporarily turning this place into an exquisite and small world, and she had a chance.
Have a taste of how a "sage" controls the long river of time. If the time controlled by Mao Xiaodong is a river, then thank you can only mobilize a stream.
Fortunately, the yard does not occupy a large area, so it is not easy for big loopholes to occur.
The old master who inexplicably became an assassin did not use his natal flying sword to separate life and death from Zhu Lian.
The flying sword drew long rainbows in the air and swept towards the yard again and again.
Every time Feijian tried to break into the courtyard, he would be blocked by the small sky curtain, exploding into a ball of brilliant light, like pieces of glass shattering.
Yu Lu had already retreated into the courtyard and asked softly: "How long can it last?"
Xie Xie had sweat on his forehead, his voice trembled slightly, and he said with a sad smile: "Even if Zhu Lian can hold back this sword cultivator and prevent him from controlling the flying sword with all his strength, I can still only hold up half a stick of incense at most... The flying sword attack is too
So fast, the spiritual energy stored in the small courtyard is consumed too quickly!"
Sword cultivators are the ones who are best at breaking through all kinds of barriers in the world.
Being able to break through all kinds of magic with one sword is not something the world's sword cultivators boast about.
Xie said helplessly: "It's a pity that Master Maoshan has left Donghua Mountain."
Yu Lu shook his head and said: "If Master Mao Shan doesn't leave Donghua Mountain, his opponent will have other strategies to prevent him from leaving. Maybe Master Mao Shan and Chen Ping'an have successfully lured the enemy's main force into something even more dangerous than here."
On the path outside the courtyard, Zhu Lian's figure was approaching and he could only see a burst of green smoke, while the sword cultivator tried his best to avoid it and focused more on breaking the small world with his sword. Over the small courtyard, a burst of smoke bloomed again and again.
Colorful glass colors.
Facing a Yuanyuan realm master who was in a favorable location and capable of close combat, the old master swordsman had a difficult time dealing with it.
If a pure martial artist and a Qi practitioner are originally of equal strength, once the former is brought closer to each other, the latter will suffer endlessly.
But the reason why sword cultivators don't want to provoke anyone is that the huge killing power that can be unleashed in an instant when attacking from afar or close up is terrifying.
Zhu Lian whipped his leg so that the swordsman's head hit a sycamore tree, causing the tree to break.
Zhu Lian didn't feel comfortable either, so he stabbed his opponent's natal flying sword through his abdomen.
Zhu Lian was worthy of being a martial arts madman. He wiped the blood flowing from his stomach, stretched out his hand to see, laughed loudly, wiped it on his face, and walked away, continuing to chase the sword cultivator.
The battle was in full swing, and life and death were on the line. Zhu Lian still had the leisure to remind the other side of the courtyard, "Be careful, this old guy is hiding his cultivation. I don't think he is in the ordinary Nascent Soul realm. What if he tries some bullshit secret skills again..."
The old master Zhao Shi vomited a mouthful of blood, smiled after hearing this, took out a soldier's armor pill, and covered it with armor, intending to act like a turtle.
Then he turned to look at the small courtyard and shouted angrily: "Open it for me!"
Go away with one sword.
The natal flying sword, which has always shown people its speed, has a stream of pure and pure Lihuo flowing out of the sword.
After hitting the barrier of the small world, there was a loud noise, and the water of time in the entire small courtyard began to sway violently. As a martial artist in the Golden Body realm, Yu Lu could still stand firm. Lin Shou, who was sitting on the other side of the green bamboo corridor,
Once you haven't reached the fifth level yet, it will be extremely difficult.
Thank you for the blood oozing from the corner of your mouth and not moving at all.
As the center of this small world formation, Xie Xie’s cultivation is too shallow after all, so he dare not move his feet, otherwise the world of the entire small courtyard will be unstable and there will be more flaws.
Thank you for holding the sword technique with both hands, and a drop of blood began to flow from your eyes.
The old master Zhao Shi put on the Bingjiawan and during the fight with Zhu Lian, he laughed and said: "You have made up your mind to fight with me and let my flying sword break the barrier. Why don't you save me?"
His Lihuo Flying Sword, if he cultivates his natal sword to the extreme, and waits until he reaches the Jade Pu Realm sword cultivation, it will not be difficult to burn rivers and boil lakes. A small world that does not live up to its name, and a little girl who does not even have the Dragon Gate Realm.
What's the point of sitting in charge?
Xie Xie's face was covered with blood, but he still persisted. However, when his strength was exhausted, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, fainted backwards, and collapsed to the ground.
Not only did the flying sword pierce the small world inch by inch, it seemed that it was burned by the Lihuo contained in the sword, and it could also create a hole the size of a dustpan.
Therefore, thank you to the abbot for this small world, whether you are awake or fainted, it has little meaning.
Yu Lu jumped up high and hit the flying sword with one punch.
To be continued...