The moon and stars are sparse and the breeze is rustling.
Luchen Street, shrouded in darkness, seemed to be exuding an inexplicable cold atmosphere. The breeze rolled up palm-sized sycamore leaves, rising several feet high and low, spinning irregularly in seven or eight circles, and then slowly falling down.
The first lot-drawing meeting before the "Pin Zhen Meeting" has long ended. If the Jindan monks gathered here are still interested in participating in the main meeting, most of them are staying in the temporary cave at the western end of Luchen Street at this time; they just want to
Most of the monks who made a fortune with nothing but a fortune returned to their respective outpost islands through the teleportation array.
Gui Wujiu was walking on Luchen Street, and the sound of "tap" and "tap" came very rhythmically and rhythmically. He did not gallop against the wind, but just kept walking at the speed of an ordinary person and walked forward leisurely.
Gui Wujiu thought to himself. Didn't it mean that Yu Xuanzong had achieved absolute control over the inner island of Zhongqu Island? Even if it was as lawless as the Red Clothes Society, they were only intercepting and plundering in the deserted sea, and they had to stay far away from Yu Xuanzong's patrol of the island.
Is there anyone who dares to act so recklessly in the scope of the monk's exploration? Is it because he only has spiritual cultivation, causing the other party to misjudge the situation, or is the thing in his hand too important to that person, so that he takes the risk?
After the monk in the bamboo hat exchanged the treasure and left for a few breaths, Gui Wujiu felt a faint energy clinging to his surroundings. Without bothering to distinguish, Gui Wujiu knew that it was the man who had used a feint.
He pretended to leave, but secretly watched. However, he did not know that he was not to blame, and his meritorious deeds had reached the limit of the spirit form. The roundness and subtlety of his energy was no less than that of the Golden Core monk. This level of exploration was like doing it in the dark night.
Holding a lantern high and candlelight couldn't be more dazzling.
If you want to hide Gui Wujiu's induction, you have to use your spiritual consciousness to carefully detect it from Yuanying, who is more than ten miles away.
The scenery on both sides of Luchen Street, including palaces and buildings, grass, trees, rocks, fallen leaves and flying flowers, gradually came towards us at an increasingly faster speed, passing by each other.
Gui Wujiu's steps became brisk, faster and faster, more and more floating, as if this street was a wide river, and Gui Wujiu was just one of the lonely boats going down the river.
Half an hour later, the quiet and quiet Luming Mountain Villa was right in front of him. Gui Wujiu turned around and strode into it.
Because it has not been inhabited for many years, Luming Mountain Cave Mansion has not set up any decent magic formation. The day before yesterday, when Gui Wujiu first came here, he also temporarily set up a three-return power formation. But unexpectedly, he seemed to be at this time.
He forgot to open the magic circle, so the middle door was wide open, so Shi Shiran went to the inner room.
Lumingshan Villa is half cave, half palace structure, and is more spacious than ordinary residences.
Outside the quiet room, you can clearly see through the doors and windows. Gui Wujiu first lit a few spices, and then made a rustling sound, as if he was playing with the tea stove and kettle, and started to make tea. After a quarter of an hour, the sound of water gradually became louder.
, the sound of water flowing like green jade echoed all around, and the aroma of tea seemed to flow into the air together.
After another quarter of an hour, it seemed that Gui Wujiu had finished drinking tea and closed the door. After a wave of figures, one could vaguely see the shadow on the window. Gui Wujiu was sitting cross-legged, and he looked like he was practicing.
A hundred feet away from the entrance of this quiet room, there was a strange and gloomy shadow clinging to the top of an old locust tree, quietly watching everything.
After waiting for half a stick of incense, the ghostly figure moved. After taking only three or four steps, his figure became lighter and lighter, until it was completely transparent and melted into the deep and infinite night.
Among the small magical powers that conceal one's whereabouts, this one can be regarded as extremely clever.
He walked briskly, but made no sound. At the moment when his figure completely turned into silence, you could vaguely see that his feet were still five or six inches away from the ground.
The monk's perception of flying in the air is more acute, so he chooses to walk as usual; but in order not to make a sound, he is not down to earth. This flying technique of several inches above the ground is not brilliant in terms of magical power, but in terms of strategy it is
Showing sophistication.
Ten feet…nine feet…eight feet…
Five feet away.
This man was like a liger that was dormant and hunting and suddenly showed its fangs. His right arm, dressed in black night clothes, suddenly turned into a red-hot iron. His whole body was filled with red, revealing a temperature that melted everything! It was like all the forbearance was hidden and hidden.
The purpose of hiding is to explode in this moment and tear the prey into pieces!
His whole body turned into a straight long sword and broke through the door. It was as fast as the wind and its power was like fire. It carried the power of the surging Dansha and went straight to Gui Wujia, who was meditating and breathing out.
At this distance, a golden elixir monk personally attacks and kills a spiritual monk. There is almost no chance of any surprise!
Gui Wujiu seemed completely unaware of the earth-shattering changes around him. He still closed his eyes, put his hands on his knees, and sat cross-legged to perform the exercises.
Success?
Just when his body was still three feet away from being blameless, the man suddenly felt...
The world in front of me seemed unreal and was shattered in an instant.
This valley, this quiet room, seemed to have broken like a bubble. After the dream bubble, everything returned to its original state, as if nothing happened?
At this moment, he was shocked to find that his body went limp, like a punctured ball, suddenly leaking air. A feeling of powerlessness rose up, and he was about to collapse to the ground.
He is also an old man in the world, and he immediately understood that he had fallen into a scheme. Although what kind of scheme it was, he could not understand it for a while!
But he thought he still had a chance. The invisible and colorless means used by these spiritual monks could only suppress him for a while at most. But he did not believe that they could pose a fatal threat to the golden elixir monks! All he had to do was rise up and kill the man in front of him with one blow.
The person quickly ran away, giving him plenty of opportunities to heal his injuries. He still won this round.
All of this is actually just between lightning and flint. If there is a third onlooker here, in his eyes, a shadow breaks through the door, raises his arms like a knife and goes straight to the meditating Gui Gui. The whole process is completed in one go... except for this shadow
It seemed to be shaking slightly.
This man's arm distance is only an inch away from blame!
Penetrate hard!
Then... his arms, his body, penetrated through the blameless body. With a bang, he felt that the entire floor seemed to stand up, touching his forehead, his nose, and lips. He
He finally realized that the scheme he had fallen into was more powerful than he imagined. He couldn't stand it any longer.
His mind was still clear, although this clear mind repeatedly conveyed the message that he had made a mistake, and that it was due to the weird means of a spiritual monk.
The footsteps of "tap" and "tap" sounded again. In a small study connected to the southwest corner of the quiet room, Gui Wujiu walked out slowly.
Although the man in front of him was wearing black clothes, black boots, and a black cloth covering his face, Gui Wujiu clearly knew that the man in front of him was the man wearing a large bamboo hat during the day.
Gui Wujiu's voice was calm and tortuous, without any hint of fireworks: "One in ninety-eight, one in seventy. Such coincidences are very rare. It was originally a good fate. We even took this opportunity to make friends.
It's not impossible to become friends. After the lot drawing is completed, we exchanged the treasures we wanted, wouldn't everyone be happy? Are you seeing that I only have spiritual cultivation, and you think it's particularly easy to deal with it, so you got greedy?"
The man lying on the ground tried to use the power of the elixir several times, but he felt as if the golden elixir was separated from his body and could not absorb any power. He was silent for a moment and finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "You are right, I am...
"
Gui Wujiu quickly interrupted him: "What I said is wrong."
The man's blow that broke through the door knocked down the doors and windows, and at the same time, he extinguished the lights in the room. At this time, the quiet room was pitch dark, and the man's face could not be seen clearly. But from his flashing eyes, it could be seen that
He was vaguely aware of his surprise and surprise at this time.
Gui Wujiu said: "I took a fancy to the demon elixir. Without any hesitation, I directly signed the lot and placed a heavy bet. You are a golden elixir cultivator. Your spiritual consciousness will not be weaker than mine, right? You have lived for hundreds of years.
People are decisive in their actions, and they are not weaker than me. So, you delayed for a long time before finally signing the contract. What are you hesitating about?"