The support between the two is sincere, and it is unbearable to look back on the past.
Songwan followed Qingshui and Ouyang Jingsong away with the Zimo rough stone. With Songwan's cultivation level, it was natural that she couldn't keep up. However, noticing that Songwan was following behind, Qingshui and the two naturally slowed down.
Arriving in the open wilderness, Song Wan first sacrificed the Zimo rough stone.
Ouyang Jingsong twisted his butt three times to the left and three times to the right, got into a posture, and rushed towards the clear water with a howl. This howl made Song Wan couldn't help but smile.
Ouyang Jingsong didn't have a weapon in his hand, so he punched Qing Shui with his bare hands. Qing Shui didn't dodge and his fists and palms intersected, making a sonorous sound. Ouyang Jingsong felt like he was hitting an iron block.
After a few rounds, Qing Shui kindly reminded, "How about you use a weapon? I don't mind."
This sentence was like a stab of pain in Ouyang Jingsong. Ouyang Jingsong, who had retreated and planned to use the nine-section whip, screamed and threw himself at Qingshui. To him, this sentence was simply a great shame and humiliation.
Bang~dang~ouch~ the sound of the fists and kicks being used and the screams of pain could not be heard endlessly. Ouyang Jingsong saw that he could not even touch the corner of Qingshui's clothes. He was beaten so miserable that Qingshui's fists hit the flesh, and he gradually became a little impatient and unwilling to give up.
, finally showed off the nine-section whip.
The whip was whipped, but Qing Shui caught it easily and held it in his hand.
Qing Shui's left hand moved in front of him. Ouyang Jingsong stumbled and threw himself in front of Qing Shui. A short black stick in his left hand waved towards Qing Shui's left hand.
Qing Shui's right hand bloomed with golden light, and he caught the stick swung by Ouyang Jingsong with his bare hands. He twisted his right hand, and the stick crackled and burst like rotten wood. Pieces of debris of unknown materials shot out in all directions like hail. Qing Shui
While they were sparring, Song Wan did not forget the ground. With a single glance, her gaze was as real as anything, and all the debris flying towards Song Wan was wiped out.
Songwan watched Ouyang Jingsong being tortured with a smile. She knew that the master would not hurt Ouyang Jingsong.
Ouyang Jingsong let out another pitiful cry in mid-air, and birds and beasts scattered within a radius of three hundred miles. "Damn it, my Kunlun wood!"
Qing Shui was surprised for a while. It turned out to be Kunlun wood. No wonder the fragrance emitted was so fragrant and fragrant that it made people drunk.
At this time, Qing Shui also regretted it. Such a good thing should not be wasted. It should be snatched.
Not to mention what Ouyang Jingsong would do if he knew what Qing Shui was thinking, he was already staring at Qing Shui with tears in his eyes, as if he would pounce on him and take two bites without appreciating his hatred.
When Qing Shui withdrew his right hand, he took possession of the remaining fragments, which further stimulated Ouyang Jingsong.
Qing Shui put away the Kunlun wood and twisted his left hand, trying to grab Ouyang Jingsong's nine-section whip. Unexpectedly, as soon as Ouyang Jingsong let go, the nine-section whip melted and disappeared like spring snow.
"Huh? Weapon spirit?" Qing Shui was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Ouyang Jingsong had such a rare thing in his hand.
Ouyang Jingsong was angry: "You have got my Kunlun wood and you still want my nine-section whip. You are too greedy."
"How come you have the spirit of an artifact? I didn't see it before." Through the contact just now, Qingshui Gangjue's nine-section whip emitted a wave of pure spiritual power. It should not be a weapon that can be made in the fairy world.
No matter how powerful the weapon spirit in the fairy world is, it will not have its own thoughts, nor will the weapon spirit exist alone without the weapon carrier.
"The God Realm may have existed ten thousand years ago, but it is gone now. I don't know where it went. I have never heard of anyone who has ascended to the God Realm. Those who have broken through the threshold of cultivation in the God Realm are also practicing in the lower realm.
"Qing Shui continued to whisper.
"Ten thousand years ago, the God Realm did exist. Although the people in the God Realm had nothing to do with the world, they would be bored for a long time and would do something. Many of the things we see now, including the weapons used, are from
It has been handed down from the divine world." The answer given by Ouyang Jingsong made both Qingshui and Songwan sigh with emotion, while Ouyang Jingsong also felt a sense of sadness.
After sighing, Ouyang Jingsong did not forget that he wanted to beat Qing Shui, so he retreated ten meters away in the air, and the two faced each other.
Ouyang Jingsong said, "Actually, your Qilin Divine Sword also has a weapon spirit. Maybe the weapon spirit is more powerful than mine. It's just that your cultivation level can't control the Qilin Divine Sword's weapon spirit now. Maybe it hasn't really recognized it yet."
You are Lord, so you never knew it existed."
Qing Shui was shocked. It turned out that his Qilin Divine Sword had a magical spirit. He really never knew about it and just used it as a slightly better fairy sword.
Seeing Qing Shui's surprised expression, Ouyang Jingsong scorned, "You can't use a good thing even if you hold it. How can a sword be preserved from ancient times to the present? What's more, it was made by Master Wu Yu, you ignorant country bumpkin."
"
After saying this, there was another ping-pong noise. Just for the three words "hillbilly", Ouyang Jingsong paid an unfair price. His left eye was black and blue, the corners of his mouth were blue and purple, and his nostrils were constantly broken.
Blood rushes out,
Her hair was also burnt a lot, and there were still some ice cubes hanging on it. The golden hairband that bound her hair had long disappeared. She looked like a thousand-year-old ghost, her clothes were messy, and her left shoulder was exposed. Song Wan on the ground could be seen for a while.
stunned.
Ouyang Jingsong finally couldn't bear it anymore, roared like a lion and attacked Qingshui like crazy.
He let go of his body's defense. He couldn't defend himself anyway, so he directly struggled with Qing Shui. After a few breaths, the two separated.
The clear water is still calm and distant, the snow-like white clothes are spotless, and in the hand is a white jade belt with a vivid pattern of a white tiger roaring into the sky.
After seeing clearly what was in Qing Shui's hand, Ouyang Jingsong's expression changed, and he instantly used his magic energy to protect his body, and yelled, "You are such an unscrupulous brat, if I hadn't reacted quickly enough, you would have ruined this life of wisdom. It really is."
There is a disciple like a master, and he has the same virtues as your naughty kid!"
Song Wan on the ground cursed, "It's none of my business, huh, I'll add some condiments to your food tonight."
Because of that innocent implication, Ouyang Jingsong's embarrassed figure was recorded extremely clearly.
Ouyang Jingsong reappeared in neat clothes, with a brocade gold belt tied around his waist. He was indomitable and kept circling around Qing Shui, trying to find out Qing Shui's weaknesses. Qing Shui was free and smiling, letting Ouyang Jingsong do whatever he wanted.
I remain unmoved and remain unchanged in response to all changes.
Ouyang Jingsong finally couldn't bear it anymore when he saw the look on Qing Shui's face, and pounced on him.
This time, Ouyang Jingsong was not fighting with bare hands. The three-foot green blade showed out, and the black magic flames surged into the sky. His temperament changed instantly. He was no longer the Ouyang Jingsong who stood in the wind. He exuded an evil temperament.
His expression was somewhat ferocious, and the demonic energy on his sword seemed to be burning.
Qing Shui knew that Ouyang Jingsong really wanted to fight in order to find an opportunity for a breakthrough, so he also put away his contemptuous mentality and planned to help Ouyang Jingsong.
Before taking action, the two of them waved their hands to the ground and laid down a barrier. When Songwan reacted, she found that she was trapped in the barrier by the two of them and could not get out no matter what.
The Zimo rough stone was absorbed into the water and turned into the sky, continuing to record the discussion between the two.
Seeing that Qing Shui was ready, Ouyang Jingsong held a sword flower in his right hand and stepped towards Qing Shui in the air.
Although he was two levels higher than Ouyang Jingsong, Qing Shui understood the principle of a lion fighting a rabbit with all his strength. He flashed his right hand and held the Qilin Divine Sword upside down in his hand. He waited immobile for Ouyang Jingsong's attack.
Knowing that with his current level of cultivation, he could not hurt Qing Shui, Ouyang Jingsong launched an offensive with confidence, opening and closing, Qing Shui's soldiers came to cover up the water and earth, and used every move as he saw it.
Songwan's eyes on the ground were unblinking, she was looking in a trance, as if she had some enlightenment. She was holding the Liuyun Sword in her right hand, imitating the attack and defense methods of Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong.
During the fight between the two, Qing Shui never took the initiative to attack, but only defended. However, the entire battle still favored Qing Shui.
Ouyang Jingsong was neither impatient nor impatient, and used his unique skills in his attacks. However, Qing Shui's defense was flawless and he never touched the corner of Qing Shui's clothes.
After more than an hour, Songwan on the ground had lost her patience. In Songwan's eyes, her Grandpa Ouyang was like a cute monkey, jumping up and down... Of course, she didn't dare to let Ouyang Jingsong know this idea.
Songwan was trapped in the double barrier of the shield, bored, so she grabbed the velvet out of the Qiankun bag and played with it.
The fur that had been kneaded to be shiny and smooth lost its luster and became messy, making a dissatisfied sound.
"I want to go out. I have been locked here by Master for more than an hour. It's so boring." Seeing Song Wan puffing out her cheeks angrily, her big round purple eyes rolled around a few times and pointed to her side.