The four of them walked into a teahouse and ordered four pots of herbal tea, each with a bowl. They each drank a pot before they could barely feel the coolness around them.
Murong Chen once again resisted the urge to take off his veil, wiped the sweat from his face, and complained: "I didn't expect that there are places more uncomfortable than the desert."
Mu Xiaomin smiled and said: "There is an oasis in the desert, and this is a fire jar."
Bai Yunsheng emptied the teapot and said teasingly: "Xiao Min is a master of water pulse skills, but he didn't even say anything when he came here, but you complained first."
Murong Chen twisted his nose and said immediately: "I don't have Xiao Min's life. I was asked by someone all the way whether it's hot or not, whether I'm thirsty or not, and whether I'm tired. Now I'll just say a few words to myself.
Already."
Bai Yunsheng was suddenly speechless, so he had to put down the teapot and ordered three more pots of tea.
When Murong Chen heard this, he immediately became unhappy and said, "Why three pots?"
Bai Yunsheng glanced at her and said calmly: "Because no one cares about you, just take care of yourself."
"Hmph!" Murong Chen pretended to wave his fist and was about to speak, but was stopped by a look from Xiang Wujian sitting opposite.
At the door, five figures had already walked in and ordered the table closest to the door.
Tea is here.
"It's them again." Bai Yunsheng picked up the tea bowl and said in a low voice.
"Is it a coincidence?" Murong Chen touched the blue and white flowers on the bowl with his fingers.
The four of them looked at each other and tacitly put themselves on guard.
Because the five people who just walked in were none other than the same people they had met at the tea stall outside the city when they first entered Jiangzhou. The other four may not have been remembered clearly, but the old man in purple was definitely not wrong.
Mu Xiaomin glanced at Bai Yunsheng nervously under his bamboo hat, while the other three drank tea in silence.
After a while, the sound of clinking porcelain bowls and footsteps could be heard intermittently in the shop. Another table of guests went out on their way, leaving only two tables at the entrance and the middle hall in the stuffy teahouse.
"Crack."
The four of them put down their tea bowls at the same time, gave each other a look that said "this is not a good place to stay for a long time", left their money, and walked out of the teahouse in a dignified manner.
Heat came from the soles of my feet again.
It wasn't until the teahouse was out of sight that Murong Chen took a long breath and said, "Are they going up the mountain or down the mountain? Why do they seem to be following us."
Bai Yunsheng said expressionlessly: "Let's leave here first."
After saying that, the four people used their karma and disappeared in the crowd of Dongzhou City in the blink of an eye.
When you leave Dongzhou, you also leave the human habitation.
After flying more than two hundred miles south in one breath, the four of them found nothing in front and behind them, only a sea of fire.
The rushing magma spits out tongues of fire, outlining golden-red writhing scars on the dark red ground. Magma spurts out from the scars, like blooming fireworks.
Not far away, black and red peaks stand out from the endless magma. The mountains are dry and devoid of anything, and there is no trace of life in sight.
This is the forbidden area of the Fluorescence Country, the only place to go to the legendary Yinma Mountain, the Tuoyan Mountains.
For Bai Yunsheng, this trip can be regarded as a "revisiting the old place". They had come here to practice in Xiao Mi Tian. But now that they see each other again, the rolling magma in front of them is still shocking.
After flying over the surrounding magma flow, several people entered the hinterland of the magma hell.
Bai Yunsheng was the first to land on a "small island" in the magma.
Murong Chen looked around and said thoughtfully, "Yunsheng, it seems we have been to this place before."
Xiang Wujian said: "In order to help Yunsheng practice in Tianyi Academy, we used Xiao Mitian to come here."
Murong Chen suddenly nodded.
Bai Yunsheng squinted his narrow eyes, raised his head and stared at the northwest sky, and said without good intentions:
"We have been here before, but we are not the only ones here this time."
Xiang Wujian and the other three looked back in response, only to see six figures flying towards them, and in the blink of an eye they landed on a piece of bare rock opposite them.
Murong Chen's expression instantly turned cold.
Coincidentally or unfortunately, they met Sima Polu and his party again.
Sima Polu crossed his hands on his chest and said condescendingly:
"It seems we are destined."
Bai Yunsheng raised his right finger and touched the tip of his nose. A smile appeared on his face and he said calmly:
"People who are destined to be together will never meet again after separation."
Sima Polu suddenly felt something was wrong and said with ill intentions: "What do you mean by this?"
But he could keep his composure, but the younger brother behind him couldn't wait any longer. The practitioner named Huo Yu bravely took a step forward, raised his head and shouted to Bai Yunsheng:
"It's you boy again. My young sect leader has kind words to say to you. Please don't toast me and you'll be fined with wine!"
Bai Yunsheng seemed not to hear the noise from Huo Yu at all, he just shook his head and said:
"It's a pity, it's a pity..."
"What did you say?!"
Huo Yu pulled out the sword from his back and was ready to attack.
Sudden.
"call!"
The black shadow turned into a wind, quickly blowing across the scorching sky of the magma hell, and disappeared in an instant.
"Puff."
Five clean sounds of falling to the ground dotted the heavy air, and the lives of the younger brothers around Sima Polu were gone with the wind.
Bai Yunsheng appeared quietly behind Sima Polu.
The young master of Bajiao Cave felt a chill on his back, and immediately turned around and said in shock: "Seven Killing Steps! Who are you?"
Bai Yunsheng raised his sword behind his back and sneered: "Huh, is this the strength of Basho Dong? He is vulnerable to a single blow."
At this moment, Sima Polu's body was as thick as a log, and his face was filled with thick lines of surprise and gloominess. He didn't care about the life or death of those disciples, the result would be the same soon anyway.
But the dazzling swordsmanship just now seemed familiar to him. Moreover, the strange blue-haired young man who killed the person actually used the Seven Killing Steps of the Heavenly Emperor Mountain in the Western Wasteland!
Back when he faced Bai Yunsheng, Sima Polu had personally experienced the terrifying speed of the Seven Killing Steps, and he would never forget that chilling feeling.
The two looked at each other for a while, and Sima Polu pulled out the Chenling long sword and said solemnly: "Your Excellency, if you say this, you are looking down on me, Bajiao Dong. If so, then I will teach you some clever tricks!"
"call!"
The cold light of the dust spirit blade instantly burned with flames, making the blazing land a little hotter.
Xiang Wujian stopped Murong Chen who was about to rush out. He knew exactly what Bai Yunsheng was thinking, and that was exactly what he wanted to do.
Bai Yunsheng raised his hand gracefully and raised the scabbard in his hand.
The sword is not unsheathed, but it is already cold.
Bai Yunsheng said coldly: "Let me see how strong the Sima family's Niu Ji is!"
As soon as the words fell, the figure disappeared.
"bite!"
The swords clattered and sparks flew everywhere.
Sima Polu has reached the fifth level of the magical skill "The Book of Nothingness" passed down by the Sima family. His strength is similar to that of Xiang Wujian. His karma is hot and pure, but also has a bit of the violence of a beast. His sword skills are wide open and powerful, and he is fierce and domineering.
.
Unfortunately, all this is useless in front of Bai Yunsheng's Seven Killing Steps.
Countless phantoms are lingering around Sima Polu like ghosts. The Bodhi sword technique is like wind and rain, elegant and infinitely powerful.
Chen Ling's sword couldn't keep up with Bai Yunsheng's speed at all, and fell into complete passivity for a while, with many scars already hanging on his body.
But Bai Yunsheng's longevity sword has not yet been unsheathed.