Battles in the world of immortality, especially between high-level practitioners and low-level practitioners, are so simple and crude most of the time.
A person who seems to be insurmountable in the eyes may be crushed to death by someone's fingers in the next moment. This is also the charm of spiritual practice.
The mountains are high and the climb is endless.
Shen Yu watched this scene silently, and then shifted his gaze to the man who was walking sideways in the field.
The most important reason why I came here specifically to watch was not to see the result, but to see the middle-aged man's shooting skills.
Unexpectedly, Shen Yu did not see in his gun skills the cruelty and brutality that was rumored to have killed hundreds of thousands of people and monks.
The spear style is mighty and bright.
From Shen Yu's point of view, it is also necessary to praise the wonderful use of the innate Taoist body. Any of the three thousand avenues can be understood at will. At this time, the gun one has been used on this middle-aged man in an extremely terrifying way.
realm.
"Pity."
Shen Yu said suddenly.
Qingshan was confused and asked: "What?"
Shen Yu didn't answer, just looked at the sky and frowned slightly.
During his time in the village, he had clearly deduced certain things.
For example, the sword fairy from Broken Edge Mountain would send people to hunt him down, and she might even come in person.
But she didn't come.
Then where did she go?
Shen Yu suddenly hoped that the flying sword could fly faster.
...
A flying sword galloped above the clouds.
The small mountain village is across a continent from the Dao Sect. With such a long distance, not to mention the flying sword to pass the message, even the Yin Shen who is in the realm of wandering can hardly achieve such speed.
All this is due to Shen Yu's majestic Taoism and unparalleled control.
Of course, the most important thing is that the sword is very spiritual.
The wooden sword has a clear view.
He was brought out from Motian Cliff by Shen Yu and was once left by a strong man after his ascension.
The wooden sword crossed over the East China Sea, setting off waves of air, then flew over the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and arrived in front of the glorious gate.
The wooden sword penetrated the ground hard, making a series of sword sounds.
Almost instantly.
A thin Taoist priest appeared in front of the door, put his wooden sword back into his sleeve, and then disappeared.
Yuansheng Temple, Feilai Peak.
A snow-white civet, half as tall as a man, was playing with an old dog in the open space in front of the bamboo forest.
A gentle girl in a green dress watered the spiritual grass.
The sun is just right and the breeze is gentle.
The scholar with a gentle face is sitting on a stone chair on the top of the mountain, holding a scroll in one hand, and the breeze blows over his face, floating away from the dust.
This scholar, who was not actually very good-looking, had been sitting here for many years. He got tired of it for a while, and then he went on a long journey out of Daozong, enjoying the secrets of mountains and rivers, seeing all over the world, watching the joys and sorrows of the world with a cold eye, and making some
After all, when I came back, I never thought about leaving the mountain again.
Because the world is too boring.
This is his idea.
So when I returned to Daozong, I had no other interests. I watered the flowers, read a book, and wandered around the clouds and cranes every day. I felt that my life was very fulfilling.
Some people in the world tend to conflate the words indifference and ruthlessness, but this is not the case.
A ruthless person may not be indifferent, and an indifferent person may not be ruthless.
There was a slight sound of breaking through the air.
Dao Fan, the elder of Yuan Temple, appeared on the top of the mountain.
There was a slight ripple in the air, and a brief discussion between the two people was heard, but no one could hear it.
Su Mo held the sword, and a spiritual thought was transmitted to his heart.
"how?"
After a moment of silence, Dao Fan narrowed his eyes habitually and asked.
"Junior brother has a cold temperament. If it wasn't an emergency, he wouldn't be like this."
The gentle man in a white gown thought for a while and said: "What's more, it is also related to Yangliu, so the Yang family in Dongzuzhou should also pay a visit."
Master Dao Fan's face was calm and his voice was a little cold, and he said calmly: "Duanren Mountain has become more and more rampant in recent times."
The belief conveyed in that wooden sword was very concise and comprehensive, and only explained the current situation of the Yang family.
But how skillful Daozong is, as long as he thinks about it, he can clearly understand what happened in Qianliu City in East Zuzhou dozens of days ago.
"Junior brother has caused a lot of big things these days when he was out."
Su Mo looked at the horizon, smiled slightly, and said, "I heard that the female swordsman made three swords. I wonder how my junior brother is doing now."
Master Daofan said directly: "I'll go."
Su Mo shook his head.
Dao Fan was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why?"
As the Great Elder of the Yuan Temple and a peak expert in the Tribulation Realm among the upper three realms, he has never had the majesty and aura comparable to him in the Dao Sect, but he has inexplicable admiration and respect for Su Mo on weekdays.
Some members of the Dao Sect even secretly joked that Daofan Zhenren was a gatekeeper of the Yuan Temple, and that he had lost all his cultivation in vain. The latter was not upset at all when he heard this.
It's just that maybe the usually stern face is too rigid and covers too many things, so no one knows what the emotions contained in it are.
"Zhang Zhi has been mysteriously missing for a year and has not returned yet. He must be dead."
Su Mo was silent for a while and said: "I'm not too worried about Qinglu Palace, so I need to trouble you to keep an eye on it."
There was obviously no connection between the two sentences, but Master Dao Fan's expression gradually became serious.
The entire Taoist sect knew that Zhang Zhi had a grudge against Shen Yu.
When Shen Yu left, Zhang Zhi was retreating at Zuowang Peak. Although it was extremely secretive, there would still be some clues if careful investigation was done afterwards.
Shen Yu is still alive, but Zhang Zhi is dead.
What's interesting is that Xun Ju, the master of the Qinglu Palace, as a powerful practitioner with unfathomable strength, didn't have any trouble at all.
The quieter it is, the more scary it is.
God knows what will happen.
Master Daofan whispered: "Then..."
Su Mo stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and said with a smile: "In that case, let me go."
Master Dao Fan bent down slightly and said: "That female Sword Immortal has a withdrawn temperament, but her realm is acceptable. She is a domineering woman."
"My master gave me two things when I traveled far away, and they seem to be of some use now."
Su Mo returned to the house and said softly: "And the master said that it is only natural for a senior to take care of his junior." This chapter has been completed!