As soon as Li Hanyi finished speaking, he seemed to notice something unusual:
"The breath is wrong, are you in a trance?"
Fang Ping nodded slightly:
"Well, he found an opportunity on the line between life and death and successfully broke through, and so did Baili City Lord."
Hearing this, Li Hanyi tied his hands behind his back and hummed softly:
"So? Just to come back and see me from the wandering mind?"
It could be heard that she was very anxious and a little bit envious.
"Won't you congratulate me?" Fang Ping laughed, "It's quite difficult."
Li Hanyi's face was expressionless and his tone was indifferent:
"Congratulations? You should be congratulated when you die, but not now."
"..."
She's a nice girl, but she has a mouth.
Fang Ping shook his head and simply changed the topic:
"By the way, I saw you wielding a wooden sword in vain earlier. Why, imitate me?
"When I was young, I slandered Kong Hui. When I grew up, I understood Kong Hui. Now I have become a Kong Hui person. I understand."
Li Hanyi turned his back:
"If it's just to make fun of me, you can leave."
"Of course not, I have a gift for you," Fang Ping said calmly and walked forward.
The distance between the two parties was getting closer and closer. Li Hanyi stood there with his eyebrows slightly furrowed:
"what's for me?"
Fang Ping raised his hand and reached towards Li Hanyi's head:
"Give you one......"
The latter's heart beats faster and he touches his head?
With a "pop" sound, Fang Ping immediately took five steps back:
"I'm going to blow your mind!"
"Wooden boy, you're looking for death!"
Li Hanyi became angry and drew his sword to strike. Fang Ping had disappeared and his mind returned to its original form.
"Damn it, I'm getting bolder and bolder."
Li Hanyi stroked his forehead gently. When he was depressed, he suddenly noticed a sword intention between his eyebrows, which was as mysterious as a star and lasted for a long time.
"Zheng——"
Iron Horse Binghe trembled slightly, Li Hanyi had some realization, and immediately danced with cold light with his sword.
...
On the other side, a boat on the sea.
Lei Wujie looked back at Penglai Fairy Island:
"I wonder what happened to the great city lord and the national master..."
"Huh? Look, the white smoke on the four city lords has become much thinner," Sikong Qianluo said, "right?"
Xiao Se took a pill:
"I noticed it. It should be that the realm is stable."
Several people stared at Fang Ping. After counting his breath, the latter suddenly spoke without opening his eyes:
"Turn around and go back to the island."
"What?" Tang Lian's pupils dilated, "Four City Lords, we managed to escape with great difficulty."
Fang Ping opened his eyes:
"Just go back."
The moment I opened my eyes, a transcendent aura spread in all directions, ripples spreading across the sea.
When Wu Yun entered the state of mind, he was born with a strange phenomenon. He saw clouds rolling and relaxing, and a golden light shining on Fang Ping, as if the eyes of the sky were opened.
Everyone on the boat was amazed:
"Come again? There are so many visions today!"
He looked up at the sky desolately and sighed:
"The sun is at its peak, the peak of martial arts."
At the same time, on the Immortal Island, Qi Tianchen and Baili Dongjun also saw the "Golden Eyes of Heaven".
"It's him again."
"You don't have to think about it, it's him."
Next to the two of them was Mo Yi, who had just woken up. He had successfully succumbed to demons and escaped from the ghost world. He was a real earthly immortal Mo Yi.
He also looked at the vision on the sea:
"Master said that I am a peerless immortal, the first person in Beili in 300 years... Now it seems that my time has passed.
"Like the sun at the top of the sky, the eyes of the golden crow, the gaze of the great road, the pinnacle of martial arts."
"Haha, junior brother is so humble," Qi Tianchen smiled like a spring breeze, "In terms of internal strength cultivation, junior brother is still the number one."
"Soon it won't be."
Mo Yi knew very well what talent meant, and he believed that it wouldn't be long before that young man would reach the pinnacle of kendo with a sword.
It is a long climb from the wandering of the mind to the level above the wandering of the mind. I have only climbed to the middle stage in forty years, and I don’t know when I will be surpassed.
Mo Yi looked at Baili Dongjun and said with a smile:
"Thank you, Xiao Baili. Thank you, senior brother. I took the wrong path and almost caused a disaster."
After ten years of dreams and a moment of immortality, Mo Yi's temperament became much softer after the inner demons were removed.
Baili Dongjun smiled heartily:
"My role is insignificant, I must thank you, and I should also thank the one who woke you up.
"Look, he's back."
I saw a boat coming from the seaside. Fang Ping, Xiao Se and others were all there.
Baili Dongjun waved lightly, the shipping ship landed, and laughed loudly:
"Congratulations to Jiancai for entering the realm of the gods, there will be another good story and legend in the world!"
"Congratulations to my little friend for entering the realm of the gods with one sword." Qi Tianchen also happily handed over his hands, "You should be called a peerless immortal."
Fang Ping smiled back, accepted the compliment, and looked at Mo Yi:
"Mr. Mo."
"Thank you very much," Mo Yi lowered his head and spoke sincerely.
Lei Wujie and others approached one after another and saw the two city lords, the Imperial Master and Mo Yi chatting and laughing happily. The atmosphere was harmonious and there was no conflict, and they were completely relieved.
"Great, the immortals are no longer ghosts and immortals!"
“Mengpo soup is really magical!”
The group of people laughed and laughed, and came to congratulate Fang Ping on entering the Mysterious Realm of Immortality.
Lei Wujie glanced at Mo Yi's missing right arm and suddenly asked:
"Um, Mr. Mo Yi, does your hand... hurt?"
He regretted it as soon as he said it. How can it not hurt if his arm is broken?
I am so crazy that I want to poke the immortal where it hurts. What if I become angry and start fighting again?
"Haha, I'm not that stingy."
Mo Yi smiled lightly, as if he could see through Lei Wujie's thoughts:
"And it doesn't hurt, it's just an arm."
As he spoke, he raised one hand lightly, and something flew out of the sea immediately, which was a slightly swollen broken arm.
"hiss--"
Sikong Qianluo took in a breath of cold air and trembled all over just by looking at it.
But in the next moment, Mo Yi took his arm back.
He recited a mantra, and the broken rune appeared. Then he gently twisted his arm, and the entire arm was connected.
The fingers of Mo Yi's broken arm moved slightly, the forearm bent, and the swelling quickly subsided, returning to a healthy flesh color:
"It can be used, but it may take a few years for it to fully grow."
Lei Wujie's eyes widened:
"A broken arm can be reattached, it's magic! Yes, you are an immortal to begin with."
Fang Ping touched his chin and said:
"Taoist methods are used to set bones and connect tendons and meridians, but it is difficult for marrow to be damaged, leaving hidden diseases in the end."
"It doesn't matter, I will recover slowly," Mo Yi smiled calmly.
Fang Ping cursed:
"I can cure marrow."
"Cow, cry, benefit, thi!"
The talisman is drawn in the void, the spirit vessel is integrated into the body, Mo Yi's broken marrow is rejuvenated with new vitality, the hidden disease is cured, and the broken arm is restored as before.
Qi Tianchen's pupils trembled slightly and he asked in wonder:
"There is such a magical Taoist method. Who did you learn from it?"
"It's such an obscure Taoist curse, I've never seen it before," Mo Yi was equally surprised and curious.
Fang Ping explained:
"Skills inherit the way of heaven, only you can luck."
Hearing this, Qi Tianchen, Mo Yi and Baili Dongjun showed a look of surprise, with an "I understand" expression.
It cannot be said or investigated.
"What do you mean? Why can't I understand?" Lei Wujie stretched his neck and asked.
No one paid attention to him.
Fang Ping glanced at Xiao and Ye Ruoyi, then looked back at Mo Yi. Before he could speak, the latter lowered his head and said:
"Of course, you will definitely repay me for helping me escape from the ghost realm."
Xiao Se took a step forward:
"Senior, please."
Mo Yitong took a step forward and placed his palms on his chest:
"It can be cured, but it will hurt a little later, please bear with it."