While Liang Yan was meditating, the fight between Fan Xunmei and Nangong Xiaomei was already getting heated.
I saw Nangong Xiaomei's long sleeves dancing, and strips of red cloth flying in the air, like fairies from the Moon Palace, dancing gracefully. But the red sleeves in the air were full of murderous aura, surrounding Fan Xunmei, clearly intending to strangle him.
As the direct grandson of Tanshan Sect's ancestor, Fan Xunmei's magical powers are obviously not simple. Although he was surrounded by a sky full of red sleeves, he advanced and retreated calmly. From time to time, he would use a palm in the air to sway away the red sleeves that were coming towards him.
, an awe-inspiring righteousness lingered around him, and those red sleeves couldn't even get within three inches of his body.
But there was a red light spot hidden in those red sleeves. It was looming under the cover of the red sleeves and stabbed at Fan Xunmei from time to time.
Fan Xunmei seemed to be quite afraid of this object, and he avoided it several times. When he had no choice but to use his spiritual power, he used his "Collapse Mountain Palm" to deflect it, but he never dared to hit it forcefully.
The two were in a stalemate for a moment, and suddenly Nangong Xiaomei turned around in the air and threw a small medicine bottle forward. The medicine bottle shattered when the wind blew, and a pink smoke poured out from it. Nangong Xiaomei slapped her red sleeves and blinked.
In an instant, he arrived in front of Fan Xunmei.
Fan Xunmei seemed to have been prepared for it, and did not show any signs of panic. He took out a small cloth bag from his sleeve, threw it into the air, and then raised his hand to play a magic spell.
The mouth of the cloth bag was originally tied with a thin rope. As Fan Xunmei entered the method, the thin rope fell off automatically. The mouth of the bag suddenly opened, and a roaring wind surged out from inside, instantly blowing away the surrounding powder mist.
Clean and tidy.
"Lan Feng Bag!" Nangong Xiaomei exclaimed.
"Hey, you have some knowledge. This is the best among the middle-grade spiritual weapons. It is perfect for breaking through the poisonous mist of your Wenxiang Sect." Fan Xunmei said with a proud look on her face.
"It seems that your Excellency has been well prepared. I don't know when I, the Wenxiang Sect, offended you."
"Offended? Hey, disobedience means offending!" Fan Xunmei's eyes turned cold, and she swung the folding fan forward, suffocating the red sleeves in the sky, and then sent the folding fan forward again.
Whoosh whoosh!
I saw the eight heel bones of the folding fan flying out from it and turning into eight black lights, shooting towards Nangong Xiaomei.
Nangong Xiaomei's complexion changed drastically, and she hurriedly summoned the red dagger, but the black light was too fierce. With the power of the red dagger, she only had time to stop three black lights, and there were still five black lights shooting towards her.
Nangong Xiaomei hurriedly retreated, forming seals with her hands at the same time, opening a red aperture in front of her body. The five black lights pierced the red aperture silently, revealing her true body, which turned out to be five black iron nails.
These iron nails are completely black, and each has a black plum blossom on the nail head, which looks very strange.
Although they were stopped by the red aperture at this moment, they did not lose control. On the contrary, the black plum blossoms on the needles bloomed more and more, while the red aperture became smaller and smaller, and the color gradually became lighter.
"What is this? It can actually absorb my spiritual power!" Nangong Xiaomei was horrified.
To say that Fan Xunmei's strength is average at the seventh level of Qi training. In a real competition, he may not be Nangong Xiaomei's opponent. It's just that he is the direct grandson of the founder of the Tanshan Sect, and this ancestor happened to be the founder of the Tanshan Sect recently.
Advance to the Juyuan Realm.
He loved this junior of his family very much and gave him many powerful spiritual weapons. Even the foundation-building monks would be moved by these spiritual weapons when they saw them. Fan Xunmei relied on the power of the spiritual weapons to become the most powerful among the ordinary monks of the same level.
, can be said to be invincible vertically and horizontally.
Nangong Xiaomei persisted for a moment, and the red circle became lighter and lighter. Finally, there was a pop, as if she was pierced by something, and the five black plum nails whizzed towards her without any hindrance.
Nangong Xiaomei looked horrified, and in a hurry, she didn't have time to change her move. Seeing the black plum nails coming, suddenly a golden light flashed beside her, and then two slender hands stretched out from the side, and she caught all five black plum nails in an instant.
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Nangong Xiaomei turned around and saw a young man in Confucian robes holding five black plum nails in his hand. The black plum nails were still struggling. The black plums on the nail heads were in full bloom, and golden light was sucked out of the young man's body.
, follow the black spike straight to the black plum.
But as soon as the black plum touched the golden light, it was like a mouse meeting a cat, and it spontaneously ignited out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, five balls of blazing fire ignited in the hands of the young man in Confucian robes, and then they were rubbed by his hands, and finally turned into a ball of fire.
A cloud of flying ash fell to the ground.
"It's a pity that you can't absorb this spiritual power." The young man glanced at the black gray on the ground with regret.
The young man who came was naturally Liang Yan, who had been observing secretly.
When Fan Xunmei saw that he easily broke his black plum nail, he couldn't help but said angrily, "Who are you? If you dare to ruin the good things of our Tanshan Sect, don't you know the name of my Tanshan ancestor Xue Wuyan?".
Liang Yan glanced at him, and slowly took out a folding fan from behind. He also followed Fan Xunmei's previous appearance, shaking the folding fan lightly while shaking his head and saying:
"The phoenix is like a phoenix, and I don't want to sleep in the middle of the night. I play the flute and sing poems, but no one cares. I get so angry that I bow my bow. In ancient times, the city wall was five feet thick, not as shameless as Brother Fan."
As he said this, he put away his folding fan and kept bowing to Fan Xunmei with his hands clasped in fists, as if he had seen an expert.
"Pfft!" came the sound, but Nangong Xiaomei behind her couldn't help laughing. She rolled her eyes at Liang Yan and thought to herself, "What a lazy boy."
"You are looking for death!" Fan Xunmei was furious. He used the spells in his hand urgently, and then took out the "Lan Wind Bag" and slashed at Liang Yan with several extremely powerful wind blades.
Seeing this, Liang Yan put away his joking expression, and the light blue spiritual power in his hand suddenly turned, and he used the "Dispersion Method" to the extreme. He saw countless wind blades passing by, and they were all eliminated by the "Dispersion Method"
The wind finally returned to the space between heaven and earth.
Fan Xunmei's face changed drastically, and she asked in shock: "What kind of magic is this?"
Liang Yan broke through his magical power and without saying much to him, he held up a golden light in his hand and punched him.
Fan Xunmei had seen his magical power and knew not to force it, so she hurriedly retreated. At the same time, she gritted her teeth, took out an ancient book from her storage bag, threw it into the sky, and instantly fired out several magic formulas.
The book was suspended in mid-air, emitting a faint silvery light, and a mighty coercion radiated from it, forcing Liang Yan to stop in his tracks and causing Fan Xunmei to slip away from him.
Fan Xunmei found an opening, and continued to hit the book in the air with spells in her hand. The book moved in response to the sound, and opened slowly, and a vast and distant aura emanated from the pages.
Liang Yan's breath caught in his breath, and he quickly used Hunhun Gong to stabilize his mind. Then he raised his eyes to look at the book in mid-air, and for a moment he didn't dare to act rashly.
Suddenly there was a rumbling sound, and something appeared from the book. It was a gray water chestnut with moss on it, and it looked like a strange stone.
Liang Yan subconsciously took a few steps back and looked into the air in surprise.
I saw the strange stone rising higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye it had risen more than a foot high from the book. However, its momentum remained unabated, and it had no intention of stopping. Instead, it rose faster and faster. In the end, it actually rose from the book.
Pick up the top of a small mountain.
Liang Yan was horrified and turned to look at Fan Xunmei. Sure enough, he saw that his face was pale, and he had obviously reached his limit.
At this time, a mountain as high as a small attic had risen from the book. However, Fan Xunmei's cultivation in the Qi Refining Period had limited spiritual power, so it was impossible for her to cast spells further down.
The book ended here, closed slowly, and flew back into Fan Xunmei's hands, leaving only a small section of the vast mountaintop floating in the air.
Although this hilltop is only a part of the top of the mountain, it is as high as three stories high. The jagged rocks on top exude a mighty pressure.
"Boy, I admire you. You are only at the fifth level of qi training, but you can actually have such strength. But when you meet me today, you are destined to be the ghost of this mountain of books." Fan Xunmei said and pointed at Liang Yan.
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The mountaintop seemed to have received his order, spinning in mid-air and pressing towards Liang Yan head-on.
Liang Yan gritted his teeth and took out the Nine Dragon Stick from his storage bag. His body glowed with golden light and he stabbed it into the sky. The top of the mountain that was roaring over him was lifted into the air.
Boom!
The top of the mountain was so heavy that even Liang Yan felt as if he had received a heavy punch in his chest. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Master!"
Nangong Xiaomei exclaimed and wanted to help. But as soon as she started to move, she was stopped by a withered palm stretched out from the side. This person just flicked her hand lightly, but she could not move even half of her spiritual power.
Nangong Xiaomei turned around and looked around, feeling a chill in her heart. She saw that the person who made the move was none other than Uncle Gou, and that Yue Xiaozhu and Li Xiaosong had already been captured by him and tied together with ropes.
Boom!
The mountaintop suddenly exerted force, and an unprovoked coercion spread downwards, forcing Liang Yan's legs into the ground.
Liang Yan was at the foot of the mountain, feeling that the energy and blood in his body were boiling, and even the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
Seeing that he was pressed down inch by inch by the mountain and half of his body was already buried in the ground, his mind suddenly became clear. He read the first half of the formula in the Hunger Kung Fu over and over again in his mind, and his eyes gradually showed excitement.
Boom!
The mountaintop finally came down, and Liang Yan disappeared completely. It seemed that he had been crushed to pieces by the mountaintop.
"Hahaha! You are trying to overestimate your own capabilities!" A sickly blush appeared on Fan Xunmei's pale face. "A nobody dares to stop my Tanshan Sect from doing things. He deserves to be crushed into a pulp."
As he spoke, he turned to look at Nangong Xiaomei, and said Yin Yin: "If you had taken the initiative to realize what happened, today's incident could have been avoided. But now it seems that I have to let you suffer some hardships before you can understand your status.
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Nangong Xiaomei gritted her teeth and said: "Fan, I advise you to stop as soon as possible. If my master knows about this, I'm afraid there will be no more Tanshan Sect in Zhao State."
"Hahaha!"
Fan Xunmei seemed to have heard the funniest thing in the world and couldn't stop laughing to herself.
"You bitch, you have a very strong voice. Your Wenxiang sect is just a small sect building the foundation. Now that my ancestor is here, if your sect leader is obedient, it will be fine. If you dare to disobey, I will kill your entire sect and leave no chickens or dogs behind."
!At that time, your hidden weapons and talismans will still belong to our Tanshan Sect!"
He laughed wildly for a while, which touched his heart and caused him to cough several times. Then he wanted to ridicule Nangong Xiaomei a few more words. Suddenly he heard a loud noise behind him and turned his head hurriedly.
The hilltop that originally suppressed Liang Yan suddenly made a muffled buzzing sound from the ground, and then the whole hilltop began to shake like chaff.
"What?!"
Fan Xunmei's eyes were inexplicably horrified. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard a "click, click, click" sound, and then countless spider web-like cracks opened on the surface of the mountain, and golden light shone in the cracks.
boom!
The next moment, the entire mountain collapsed, as if it was bombarded by a huge force and shattered into countless stones. There was only a loud roar, and a figure jumped out from the rubble in the sky.
This person is naturally Liang Yan. His face is covered with dust at the moment, his Confucian robe is also in tatters, and his whole body is gray, but his eyes are bright, revealing an excited look.
"I see, this is the so-called 'energy moves at will, appearance comes from the heart'!"
When the old monk left him, he once told him that the eight signs of Hunhun Gong are not only the signs of all living beings, but also the precious signs of the Buddha. If he can practice to the state of "the signs arise from the heart", even if he does not put on the Dharma sign posture,
Only when the Dharma can also be used to its magical functions can it be regarded as "getting started."
Just now, Liang Yan was suppressed by the mountain top and half of his body was sunk into the soil. He was unable to assume the Dharma posture in Hungry Kung Fu. In the critical situation, he was so blessed that he realized that "the form comes from the heart". Wherever the heart goes, "a punch"
The power of "Xiang" increased dramatically, and the whole mountain was pierced.
Speaking of which, he has been practicing the Hun Kung Fu for a long time, and has already been infinitely close to the "entry level" mentioned by the old monk. What he has been missing all along is just the slightest opportunity. Now, under the difficult circumstances, advancing is a matter of course.
Liang Yan understood the supernatural power and was in a good mood. After raising his head and letting out a roar, he turned to look at Fan Xunmei. Fan Xunmei was so heartbroken when he saw her that she subconsciously ran towards Uncle Dog.
"Uncle Dog, save me!"
However, he had just run halfway when a flash of sword light suddenly flashed from mid-air. The speed of this sword light was extremely fast. At first it was still on the horizon, but in a blink of an eye it was in front of him. The sword light passed by, and there was a faint roar of dragons and tigers, and it was actually in mid-air.
Leave a white mark!
There was only a slight popping sound, and then Fan Xunmei's head flew up from her neck, flew three feet in the air, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then stopped moving.
At this time, the white frost in the air slowly dispersed, revealing a pretty face behind her.
