In the last game of Liujia, Yun Xiaotian fights against Meng Changzhan.
The two of them hugged each other and Meng Changzhan said: "Junior brother Yun, I am very interested in you. You can reach here with only a piece of scrap metal. Meng is really impressed. No matter who loses or wins in this competition,
You must go for a walk in my green trails in the future."
He knew about the Green Land. The place where his father met the Green Luan Bird was the Green Land in the Far North. The Golden Luan Bird could awaken its soul with only a thin trace of blood. That area was also very mysterious.
, judging from his attire, his cultivation must be related to birds.
Yun Xiaotian cupped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Xie Meng, Xiaotian will definitely go for a walk if you have the chance."
"Well, it's a deal."
After the two bowed, Meng Changzhan stretched out his arms, his aura changed suddenly, and as his spiritual power circulated, a pair of huge white wings appeared behind him. He flapped his arms, and he slowly rose into the air.
"Junior Brother Yun, you and I are speechless. If you can break through my 'Flying Wind Wave Formation', I will lose."
He waved his arms lightly, and two cracking wind blades cut over him. Yun Xiaotian stepped aside, with his spiritual sense fully opened, but he felt that there was no spiritual power fluctuation around him. The breeze blew across his face, and a white light suddenly flashed in the air.
The blade clicked, and there was a stinging sensation on the face, and a bloody cut was cut from Yun Xiaotian's face.
"What?" He was quite surprised.
"Is this realm somewhat similar to the Cheng realm in the Ten Realms of Yuqing?"
Meng Changzhan kept waving his wings, and the sword lights merged into the wind and rolled into a whirlpool towards him. Yun Xiaotian turned his body and rushed upward, but there was a click of the sword lights, and the discus was cut out.
A deep mark.
Yun Xiaotian pinched the Buddhist Finger Technique and rose up from the ground. He activated the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques, but the wind blade light curtain also rose. With a wave of his hand, he only dispersed a strong gust of wind, and the mud cows fell into the sea, and the bamboos were blown away.
He was as weak as fetching water from a basket. He knew that maintaining the golden body and casting spells in this way would only consume his spiritual power, so as soon as the golden light was released, the golden body method was dispersed. Rather than doing useless work and being consumed by it, it was better to think of another way.
Great joy rose in the body, Yunyi's spiritual power was fully activated, protecting the whole body, and hundreds of daggers cut across the body on the spiritual armor.
Within a few breaths, thousands of knife marks had been cut by the sword light on the platform. Yun Xiaotian was wrapped in a huge white ball of spiritual power. The wind was flowing in it, and the sword light was crisscrossing. On it, Meng Changzhan was constantly attacking
Fan his arms.
Twelve Finger Sword Mountain and others looked at the stage worriedly, and Feng Ning'er also looked at the light curtain with worried eyes.
Junior Brother Zhao from Xishu Jianshan whispered to Lin Xiaozhuo. After hearing the content clearly, the latter's eyes widened: "Is this really happening?"
"Absolutely true."
"Humph! No wonder I am indifferent to you no matter how attentive I am."
As night fell, people couldn't see the situation in Taichung even more clearly. Yun Xiaotian sat cross-legged and thought carefully: If I compete with him in terms of spiritual power, and he uses the wind to cast spells, it will be twice the result with half the effort, and I will definitely lose in the end. If I use that
The secret method will definitely expose his identity. Yun Xiaotian thought of the technique of striking thunder, but there was nothing in his hand. How should he break the technique?
Time passed little by little, the moon rose high, and slowly set at the corner of the mountain. Yun Xiaotian was thinking hard in the wind blade, what could be used to break the strong wind and waves? The wind is boundless, free, and nothing can be broken by the wind.
If there is nothing that can break the wind, then the only thing that can break it is the wind.
As the morning glow rises to the east, the breeze on the lake blows across the faces with various expressions. Yun Xiaotian endures the surging energy and blood and slowly opens his eyes: "Senior Brother Meng, you can borrow the wind in the world, but I can only borrow the wind in front of you.
Already."
He circulated Da Xiaoyao, integrating all his physical and spiritual energy into the wind blade. Slowly, the white ball of light changed color. When the spiritual energy was at its strongest, Yun Xiaotian turned his mind and reversed the spiritual energy against the wind.
Poof~ The light curtain shot out streaks of yellow light, and when it was the brightest, it exploded with a bang.
Meng Changzhan's wings exploded, white feathers flew away, and a stream of bright red spewed out from his mouth. He fell from the air. Yun Xiaotian stood up to catch him. He felt that he was as light as a feather and weighed nothing.
After landing, Meng Changzhan smiled sadly and said, "With the wind and the wind, Meng's trip was well worth it. Thank you to Junior Brother Yun for showing mercy." Looking at the discus in his hand, Meng Changzan shook his head helplessly.
Yun Xiaotian said: "You're welcome, Senior Brother Meng, Xiaotian has benefited a lot from this battle."
Meng Changzhan said: "Junior Brother Yun, if you wanted to win, you should have won long ago. I admire you so much."
"Senior Brother Meng, you're welcome. We have a long time to come. Xiaotian will definitely go to Green Track Wilderness to look for Senior Brother if he has the chance."
Meng Changzhan punched him lightly on the chest and said, "It's a deal."
Yun Xiaotian walked towards the Twelve Finger Sword Mountain and others under the morning light. Feng Ning'er smiled among the crowd, and then, an inexplicable loss came to her mind.
The Twelve Finger Sword Mountain and others left amidst shouts, and the pieces of brocade clothes disappeared under the morning light. The originally deserted Twelve Finger Sword Mountain in the South China Sea has become the yearning of many people.
After the disciples from Xishu Jianshan returned, Master Mozhu was also extremely happy. She was one step away from winning the top three. She was very confident in the two people under her. Although she also wanted to know what means Lin Xiaozhuo used to win over Huang.
Door, but now is not the time to pursue this matter.
"Ning'er and Junior Nephew Lin must go all out in three days. The master's reputation will depend on you this time."
"yes."
"Yes." Lin Xiaozuo looked at the man in white next to him with a sinister look on his face.
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In this way, Sanlai Restaurant became even more lively. With a wave of his hand, Li Sanlai actually exempted everyone from paying for food and drinks, which attracted a lot of applause from heroes from all walks of life.
Senior Brother Yanyu Pavilion spread out the invitations full of invitations on the table. Seeing that they were all personally addressed by the 'Discussion Immortal', Yun Xiaotian couldn't help but smile. Qin Liaozhi leaned in front of him and smiled slightly.
With a smile, she felt a little embarrassed when she thought of the shapeless iron block.
Qing Liang looked at the two people's intimacy and his heart was full of excitement: Hey! Such a fairy, but someone got there first.
Zhou Xinrui kicked him hard, and the latter reacted with a yelp and pretended to be dumbfounded.
That night, upstairs in Yanyu, Zhou Xinrui's strings broke and the music moved in Yuhang. Qingliang took out his piccolo and the sound of the crane's cry in the sky was heard all over the world. Pei Chongkang also used a copper spring to accompany the two of them.
The music was flowing, the wine was intoxicating, and the people in Twelve Finger Mountain were having a great time.
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Late at night, Qin Liaozhi's heart palpitated. She looked at the brocade clothes leaving from the north. She straightened her hair and looked at the long sword on the table. She didn't know what to do. When she was hesitating, a man kissed her.
A greasy voice said: "Senior Sister Qin, why don't you catch up and take a look?"
Qin Liaozhi lowered his head and had no chance for her. Zhou Xinrui said again: "What if Senior Brother Yun does it?"
Qin Liozhi asked: "Have you noticed it too?"
Zhou Xinrui said: "Senior Brother Yun is such an idiot, he always puts everything on his face, and a few days ago, a beautiful senior sister from Xishu Mountain handed over a secret letter to Senior Brother Yun, and Li Sanlai, that big-mouthed fellow, had already told their senior brothers.
"
"Xishu... Jianshan?" Qin Liaozhi said in a low voice.
"Well, that should be it! Are you sure you don't want to go and take a look?"
Qin Liaozhi smiled foolishly and said, "Forget it, let him go! He is not like me."
Zhou Xinrui lowered her voice and said, "How about I go take a look?"
"Huh, you're not allowed to go either."
"Uh...okay!"
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Wo Niufeng
Under the big tree
The girl in white fell into Yunyi's arms. It turned out that that day when Feng Ning'er went out to fetch water, she met a few disciples of an unknown sect. Those few people wanted to take action when they saw Feng Ning'er.
She was rescued by a real person. Master Yuxing saw that she had a rare physique for practicing swordsmanship, so he took her back to Xishu Mountain and took her under Baiyunfeng's sect. Of course she didn't want to follow them, but this silly girl was afraid that they would hurt the little girl.
Brother Tian, he just kept it in his heart and did not dare to reveal the existence of Hun Xiaotian. After she settled down in Xishu Mountain, where could she find his shadow? In this way, the two of them were separated for three years by accident.
From then on, Feng Ning'er made rapid progress in Xishu Jianshan. In just three years, he defeated the younger generation of Xishu Jianshan disciples and went to Nanming Lake for his master's sect.
Feng Yuqiao hugged him tightly under the big tree. After a long time, she murmured: "Brother Xiaotian, I want to go back to Nanhai with you. I really don't want to stay in Xishu Mountain anymore."
Yun Xiaotian looked at Sister Ning'er, who had become a great beauty, and felt very relieved. He gently scratched her nose and said: "I also want to take you back, but Xishu Mountain is not kind to you. You can't betray me."
Door!"
Feng Ning'er looked at the Crescent Sword in her hand, lowered her head and said nothing.
After a long time, Yun Xiaotian said again: "Brother Xiaotian is in danger of being exposed at any time. You are safer in Xishu Jianshan."
Feng Ning'er remained silent, lowering her head in a dull tone.
"You! If you practice your skills well, will there be no time to meet you?"
Feng Ning'er suddenly yelled: "But...brother Xiaotian, you and Senior Sister Qin, right?"
"She...what happened to her?"
Feng Yuqiao whispered: "Brother Xiaotian, have you forgotten what Grandpa Soul said before he left?"
"I haven't forgotten that brother Xiaotian will never let you be wronged."
"Yes...really?"
There were tears rolling in Feng Ning'er's eyes. She had longed for each other for many years and finally met today. How could she bear to be separated again.
"But... now... I just want to go back to the South China Sea with you..."
Yun Xiaotian patted her shoulder gently. He could make the world his home alone, but he couldn't worry about her safety. For her, no place was as safe as Xishu Jianshan.
The two of them rubbed their ears together and whispered.
Senior Sister Peizhi in the distance looked at the two people closely leaning on each other under the big tree, and let out a sigh, "Hey! I think I am also the dignified senior sister of Baiyun Peak, and I am actually reduced to the position of guarding for others."