It was still noisy inside and outside the restaurant.
The Sui Dynasty had always been rich, and the people were willing and daring to spend money. After all, the Gao family of Geyang, who sat on the dragon throne, had created an extremely stable and peaceful event during these hundreds of years.
Over at the window on the second floor, Mao Xiaodong looked out the window and reminded Chen Pingan behind him: "Remember to protect yourself, don't worry about me."
Nine realm golden elixir sword cultivator, Longmen realm military monk, Longmen realm formation master, Far Traveling realm martial artist, Golden Body realm martial artist.
Five assassins.
No matter their identity or position, they all gathered together and hid within a thousand feet of this restaurant.
This kind of battle, let alone chasing and killing a Yuanying Earth Immortal other than a sword cultivator, I am afraid that even a Jade Pu Realm cultivator can be killed.
Chen Ping'an recalled the scene in Caiyi Guocheng's God's Pavilion where the girl with bells on her wrists and ankles met by chance. As the daughter of a county guard, although her cultivation was not high, she always helped every time.
It was just right and made Chen Pingan have a good impression of her.
After that, he traveled to two continents and an upside-down mountain. It was always Chen Pingan who either fought against strong men alone or accompanied by four people in the painting. It was Chen Pingan who made the final decision. This time in the capital city of the Sui Dynasty, Chen Pingan changed
After becoming him, Chen Pingan only needs to stand behind Mao Xiaodong. This situation makes Chen Pingan a little unfamiliar. However, deep down in his heart, he still feels a little regretful. After all, he is not returning to the blessed land of lotus flowers where "there is a god above his head who suppresses people with the way of heaven".
In the vast world, Chen Ping'an's current cultivation level is still too low.
Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "When you get to my age, if you are still a useless Nascent Soul monk, I will scold you to death for you."
Chen Pingan had no choice but to pat the sword gourd on his waist and tell Feijian Chuyi and Fifteen from his heart to be ready for the assassin to appear at any time.
Inside the two large sleeves of the golden robe, there is a shrinking talisman twisted on the fingertips of the right hand to prevent sneak attacks, and on the left hand is the true body talisman of the Day and Night Wandering God to defend against powerful enemies.
Mao Xiaodong felt relieved.
Junior brother, the long journey to the rivers and lakes was not in vain.
Mao Xiaodong suddenly raised his voice on Chen Ping'an's heart and asked, "Have you ever had the experience of walking on the river of time before? It was even more uncomfortable than the previous experience of the suppression of awe-inspiring righteousness in the Confucian Temple."
Chen Ping'an responded with the number of Wufu Road that gathers sounds into a line: "I walked it twice. The first time I walked through it in Lizhudongtian Town before I practiced martial arts. The second time I walked in Ouhua Blessed Land and was watched by Taoist temples.
The old temple owner pulled me, and I have probably seen the flow of time for at least two hundred years, and the order was often reversed and intertwined back and forth. Therefore, even though I was already a fifth-level martial artist at that time, I still felt it was extremely difficult.
If you feed it to people, the taste will be exactly the same."
Mao Xiaodong asked with a smile: "You and I were chatting about our travels in the study before. Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you don't talk about such a feat worth showing off to others, it would be like suffering in vain. Even for a Nascent Soul cultivator like me,
Before I became the head of the Cliff Academy, I had never experienced the scenery of the long river of time. That is a picture that only monks in the Jade Purity Realm can have access to."
Chen Ping'an suddenly had an idea and revealed the secret, "Master Mao Shan really has the magical ability to move mountains. He temporarily turned this place into a small academy?!"
Mao Xiaodong nodded and said: "Yes, in the past few years, I have used the protection of the little treasure vase to travel around the capital of the Sui Dynasty, concealing the truth, and accomplished this secret thing. I carried the cultural incense of an academy on my shoulders to guard against others.
The heart is indispensable."
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "It's understandable."
Mao Xiaodong laughed angrily and said, "You haven't even called me Senior Brother Mao. I want you to understand?"
Chen Pingan admitted that he was in the wrong and stopped talking.
Mao Xiaodong put one hand behind his back, raised his arm with the other, and used his fingers as a pen. In an instant, he wrote the four words "Shan Ya Academy". With each stroke, golden light flowed out from his fingers and did not disperse.
After finishing writing, Mao Xiaodong shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Everywhere in the world!"
The four golden words flashed in all directions.
Mao Xiaodong turned around and said, "Just sit and drink."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Xiaodong had disappeared.
Chen Pingan took a deep breath, and the familiar feeling engraved in his heart was like a surging river. Chen Pingan was like a person who was not good at swimming, and was instantly under the water.
The world is silent.
There was no movement or sound at all in the restaurant.
The Dragon Gate realm master was secretly "arranging troops and formations". When his spiritual energy suddenly stagnated and his movement was not smooth, he suddenly raised his head and saw that the pedestrians on the road were motionless, and the birds in the sky in the corner of his eye were only hovering.
The formation master didn't care that he would be discovered by Mao Xiaodong from the Cliff Academy. He immediately stopped covering his Qi and poured out the force. He held a golden talisman between his fingers and was about to make a move.
He pressed the man's shoulder with one hand and said with a smile: "Your formation is derived from the lineage of Longmen Formation taught by Jun Ning Quanzhen of the Middle Earth Dao, right?"
The formation master was stunned.
He was unable to free himself from the big hand placed on his shoulder by the man behind him. The man's face turned red, hoping that one of the other four people could rescue him in time and help him get out of trouble.
An array master needs to use the power of heaven and earth drawn by the array he sets up to polish and temper his own body. Compared with sword cultivators, military cultivators and pure warriors, there is a huge gap.
Fortunately, the formation master did not completely despair.
A bright sword light started from the northeast, like a white line, flying quickly. The tip of the sword pointed at the center of Mao Xiaodong's eyebrows behind the formation master.
This sword light is in the small world, and its trajectory is not completely straight. The tip of the sword trembles subtly, and the blade of the natal flying sword fluctuates.
There was a squeaking sound, and wherever the flying sword touched, a series of lightning and flints were splashed by friction, which was extremely eye-catching.
This is the sharp flying sword that conflicts with this small world.
Mao Xiaodong did not dodge, and there was no sign of summoning the abundant spiritual energy of a Nascent Soul.
The flying sword, which was less than ten feet away from the tall old man and the formation master, suddenly caused a circle of ripples, like a stone thrown into a lake, crashing into the water and disappearing.
At the same time, the Formation Master's seven orifices were bleeding, and his whole body was shaking involuntarily. This movement collided with the omnipresent flow of time in the small world, and the blood flow became more and more unstoppable. What was even more terrifying was that the energy in the body was in chaos.
All the key qi palaces, the heart, and the gates of the palaces that are nourishing the life objects are like being nailed by thousands of needles. The array master tried his best to move the two fingers with the life-saving talisman twisted around them. The fingers can be moved, but the body is thick.
Like the aura of mercury, it freezes and cannot move at all.
Mao Xiaodong held the man's neck and threw him somewhere behind him.
The natal flying sword cultivated by the golden elixir sword stirred up a whirlpool of water behind Mao Xiaodong, stabbing out quickly like an evil guest breaking in through the door.
But it's already long overdue.
The formation master, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, happened to block the flying sword's path.
The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator in the distance had no intention of stopping the flying sword, and directly pierced the formation master's body, controlled the flying sword with his mind, and continued to assassinate Mao Xiaodong!
The formation master was killed on the spot and died with his eyes open.
Didn't it mean that Mao Xiaodong was just a Nascent Soul cultivator after leaving Donghua Mountain?
On the road of spiritual practice, there are hundreds of disciples from the three sects, who make elixirs and collect medicines, take food to maintain health, ask gods to teach ghosts, watch Qi for guidance, and refine inner elixirs. However, once they cross the big threshold, they become the fifth form.
The realm has become a fairy in the eyes of ordinary people, and it is indeed infinitely beautiful.
But it is not without reason that people who practice Taoism cut off the world of mortals on the mountain and ignore the rights and wrongs of the world.
Because there are also Qi practitioners at the foot of the mountain who do not believe in evil.
There is also a Confucian academy.
Mao Xiaodong took a step forward and appeared dozens of feet away. After turning around, he caught the flying sword that was following him with his two fingers.
Although this feat of easily anchoring a flying sword with two fingers is shocking to the world, the news of it is enough to scare the earthly immortals of the whole continent.
But while Mao Xiaodong was wearing down his sword power.
The small world where Mao Xiaodong was sitting was actually shaking slightly unnoticeably.
The far-traveling warrior was in someone else's world and could no longer control the wind and travel far away, but he still ran as fast as thunder, and finally smashed through two walls, passed through the entire store, and punched Mao Xiaodong.
Come.
Several people in the shop were directly smashed into pieces by him, and the broken pieces finally slowly hovered in the air inside the shop.
This man's punch gathered all the pure Qi in that mouthful of pure Qi. He didn't even have the slightest bit of energy to accumulate, and he was actually willing to trade his life for his life.
Mao Xiaodong mobilized the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create a stone tablet with gently swaying golden inscriptions, and an archway that also appeared out of thin air. They were both turned into powder by the punch of Yuanyoujing martial artist.
The old man, a martial artist in the eighth realm, rushed forward with long strides, unstoppable.
In addition, the Golden Body Realm martial artist jumped up to the roof and came all the way like a dragonfly. He was not as fast as the Yuanyuan Realm old man. He was covered in golden body aura and collided with the time flow of the small world. The Golden Body Realm martial artist seemed to be on fire.
A large ball of flame finally jumped down and hit Mao Xiaodong who was standing on the street.
Mao Xiaodong, who had slight cuts on his fingers, threw the flying sword imprisoned at his fingertips towards the golden body warrior.
Mao Xiaodong stretched out his palm to block the punch of the Yuanyuan realm martial arts master.
Mao Xiaodong's big sleeves bulged violently, and his beard was fluttering.
Most of the golden body warriors were close friends with the golden elixir sword cultivator. Regardless of the flying sword pointed directly at his heart, he still killed Mao Xiaodong.
Sure enough, the sword Xiu Xinhu moved slightly, and with all his strength, the sword tip was slightly deflected, but it only penetrated the warrior's shoulder.
Mao Xiaodong was punched in the back by the Seventh Realm Warrior, who was supposed to be the weakest person.
The small world then shook.
Although his fist was blocked, Yuanyoujing martial artist, whose fists and spirit were still heroic, took this opportunity to punch smoothly like a drum.
Like a flash of light, Mao Xiaodong retreated step by step. The muscles of the Yuanyuan Bing old man's arms were knotted, blood oozed out, and his clothes were soaked, but each punch became more fierce and brave than the last.
The Golden Body Realm martial artist on the side did not take advantage of the situation and follow the Far Traveling Realm Grandmaster to fight closely with Mao Xiaodong. Instead, he tried his best to keep up with the two men.
It's not that he doesn't want to hit Mao Xiaodong hard in one go, but that he knows the pros and cons.
Chen Ping'an did not stand still, but walked out of the window and climbed onto the roof of the restaurant with a wide view.
He also did not interfere in this battle.
The Yuanyoujing old man's last punch sent Mao Xiaodong flying ten feet away.
The old man immediately stopped and swept back to get a breath of fresh air.
The Golden Body Realm martial artist immediately moved a few steps sideways, blocking the Yuanyou Realm body in front of him, standing on the line between the latter and Mao Xiaodong.
This is still not safe enough.
The Nine Realms Sword Cultivator takes advantage of every opportunity.
The flying sword flew away.
Straight into Mao Xiaodong.
The speed was so fast that it actually exceeded the first appearance of this natal flying sword.
Not only was Mao Xiaodong's Qi machine unstable, but the rules of heaven and earth were not strict enough. In this short period of time, this old Jindan sword cultivator only relied on several flying sword movements to start to find some gaps and shortcuts.
The sage sits in the small world, and is known as the sky net. However, no matter how fine the mesh of a fishing net is, and the fishing net is always running erratically, there will still be loopholes that can be exploited.
To be able to become the most powerful sword cultivator in the world, and to become a golden elixir earthly immortal, no one is easy to compare with.
Mao Xiaodong reached out and grasped the ruler at his waist, and immediately stabilized his figure.
His snow-white beard was already stained with bits of blood.
Facing the slender flying sword that looked like a tarsal maggot, Mao Xiaodong did not hold it down with two fingers this time.
The big sleeves are rolled up and the flying sword is directly inserted into the sleeves.
Then I saw strands of sword energy blooming from the big sleeves, the cuffs turned, and at the same time there were bursts of tearing sounds of silk fabrics.
The Far Traveling Realm martial artist had finished breathing. He kicked the ground and cracked traces like spider webs on the street. The martial arts master used the power of wind and thunder to once again take advantage of the opportunity created by his allies to fight with Mao Xiaodong at close range.
The mountain master of the academy who unexpectedly "emerged" to the Jade Pu Realm, distanced himself and used up their chances to kill them all.
Being stared at by a distant travel realm master.
Ordinary Earthly Immortal monks' Qi will be pulled by it, and they cannot allow themselves to be distracted.
A burly man wearing silver-white armor used two extremely rare high-grade rank square-inch talismans in succession, as well as the green coir raincoat talisman that concealed his body shape and energy. It actually allowed him to seize an area where the flow of time was weakest, making him
Falling from the sky, he intertwined the fingers of his hands and formed a punch, hitting Mao Xiaodong's head.
At the critical moment.
The flying sword shrouded in Mao Xiaodong's sleeve was about to break open and jump out.
The Grandmaster of the Far Traveling Realm is about to kill him with one punch.
But the truly most dangerous killing move was that of the Dragon Gate Realm military monk who covered his body with armor pills.
Except for the formation master who was almost useless, the other four assassins worked together flawlessly.
It is hard to imagine that among the four people, only the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator and the Golden Body Realm martial artist are long-time acquaintances.
The ruler hanging on Mao Xiaodong's waist fell off on its own.
Like a slap on the cheek of the military monk, the whole person flew away and hit the ridge of a distant roof, shattering a large piece of tiles.
Mao Xiaodong rubbed his toes on the ground, raised his sleeves, stretched out his hand and pointed at the sword cultivator farthest away from him, "I'll give it back to you."
In an instant, the world turned upside down and twisted.
Just like a piece of rice paper that has been twisted randomly by a naughty boy but never crumpled into a ball, it is indescribably grotesque and absurd.
The Far-Traveling Warrior watched helplessly as he passed by Mao Xiaodong.
Moreover, Mao Xiaodong turned into an "inverted" posture.
It's obviously very close.
But it's far away in the distance.
The layer of paper that appeared was densely packed with golden words, each as big as a fist, which were classic articles written by Confucian sages to educate the common people.
He turned around and roared: "Be careful!"
Mao Xiaodong seemed to be moving slowly, but after the figure of Mao Xiaodong disappeared in the east, it appeared in the west, and then turned to the north. However, no matter the direction, Mao Xiaodong was always closing the distance between him and the Golden Body Realm martial artist.
The golden body martial artist didn't even know where he should hide.
Just like that, the tall old man appeared in front of him out of nowhere and slapped his whole head off.
And the military monk at the Longmen Realm kept having the ruler hit his armor like raindrops.
The small world returns to normal order.
Mao Xiaodong held the shoulders of the headless body with one hand to prevent the body from falling to the ground. He looked at the old swordsman from the Nine Realms with red eyes in the distance and asked: "Aren't you going to avenge your friend?"
Mao Xiaodong suddenly flicked his wrist, and the body flew out and hit the wall of a shop, turning into a big pile of flesh.
Both the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator and the Far Traveling Realm martial artist saw countless smaller golden words pouring into the tall old man's Qi Mansion from all directions in the world.
Both of them looked tragic and had a desolate feeling in their hearts.
How to fight this?
The two looked at each other.
They all saw determination in each other's eyes.
Mao Xiaodong looked around. From the beginning to the present, there were no clues, so there should be no Jade Pu Realm monks hiding there.
In other words, these five assassins who are determined to die have no backup plan.
Mao Xiaodong lifted up the torn sleeve, looked at it, raised his head and said: "You sword cultivators, earth immortals, and martial arts masters, haven't you all been calling the academy monks, are you all embroidered pillows who can only talk?
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Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "Yes, you are indeed right."
The sword cultivator and the old man from Yuanyuan Realm felt tight in their hearts.
Mao Xiaodong strolled leisurely in the courtyard, like a scholar meditating in his study.
In the border area of this small world, flying swords like swordsman's natal objects flew up.
Although the rank of the flying sword is not high, it is roughly equivalent to the natal flying sword of Guanhai realm and Longmen realm swordsman.
But with such a large number, who dares to take it lightly?
Not only that, but there were also Confucian scholars in blue shirts with different ages appearing on the roofs of various places, holding books or carrying swords.
The same level of cultivation is not high.
Just like winning by quantity.
In the streets and alleys, groups of burly soldiers wearing iron armor poured out.
Those flying swords of different shapes and sizes rushed towards the Jindan Sword Cultivator one after another.
The Confucian scholars on the roof and the armored warriors on the ground rushed towards the Far Traveling Realm warriors.
Mao Xiaodong came to the military monk who was tired of dealing with the ruler, but did not get close, and said: "You are the real dead warrior, you use the military armor pill as a cover, and you carry the golden elixir of the earthly immortal monk.
, as long as you get close to me, you will die with me. Even if you can't kill me, I will lose half my life for you and leave it to the other assassins, which is enough to keep me, Mao Xiaodong, here."
The military master Longmen Realm monk had firm eyes and turned a deaf ear to Mao Xiaodong's words. He only blocked the ruler with a fist to prevent the Jiawan from being knocked to pieces by it.
Mao Xiaodong stretched out his hand and pointed at the monk.
On the ground around the monks, strings of golden characters rose up, like the pillars of a house rising from the ground.
Eventually a prison was formed.
The military monk smiled miserably, with a ferocious expression on his face. Countless golden rays of light bloomed from his body and Qi Palace, and his whole person was shattered into pieces.
Even if he couldn't kill Mao Xiaodong, he still had to destroy the ruler, which must be a key life object.
It was just the suicide of a Longmen realm military monk and the explosion of a golden elixir, which completely destroyed the golden cage of the sage's words.
The ruler was safe and sound, but the words engraved on it were somewhat dim in spirit.
It gently floated back to Mao Xiaodong's hand.
Mao Xiaodong hangs on his waist.
Although Nine Realm Sword Cultivators are surrounded by dangers, their lives are not in danger.
The old man from the Far Traveling Realm killed all the Confucian scholars and soldiers within three feet of him, all of them were broken into pieces, and he mixed them with powerful aura. The puppets contained spiritual energy, and they were beaten into a turbid state that Mao Xiaodong could not control for the time being.
spirit.
Mao Xiaodong remained expressionless and allowed the last two assassins to slowly consume their spiritual energy and true energy.
The spiritual energy in the small world will eventually have its limit.
This is directly related to the stability and duration of this "Cliff Academy".
Therefore, the current world has unconsciously shrunk to a radius of four hundred feet.
If it were in Donghua Mountain, where the real cliff academy is located, and Mao Xiaodong had taken the same action, I'm afraid it would still be able to maintain an area of 800 feet.
This skill was not the orthodox mountain-moving secret technique of the Confucian Academy. It allowed Mao Xiaodong to step into the Jade Pu Realm. The flaw was that the Cliff Academy was incomplete in form and spirit, and basically stayed in Donghua Mountain.
But it's not a big problem.
As long as no outsiders intervene, the two remaining assassins will still have to commit their lives here.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Mao Xiaodong withdraws his magical power from Xiaotiandi at this moment, he temporarily returns Donghua Mountain to Yuanying Liang who guards the gate of the academy.
It's a little difficult to kill the enemy, but not so difficult to protect yourself.
But if that happens, it's not a happy thing.
Mao Xiaodong frowned.
A flying sword, like a golden ear of wheat, suddenly broke into this small world.
After suddenly hovering high in the sky, the tip of the sword was raised and then lowered, repeating this process, pointing in one direction.
Without saying a word, Mao Xiaodong withdrew his magical power and returned to the realm of Nascent Soul cultivation.
Chen Ping'an, who had been standing on the rooftop watching the battle, didn't even need Mao Xiaodong's heartfelt notification.
A shot of the sword gourd was taken out on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.
A square-inch talisman in Chen Ping'an's sleeve burned with a bang. He did not choose to target the Yuanyuan Realm old man. Instead, he shrunk to the ground and went straight to the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator, who had instant killing power and was even more terrifying.
If anyone were watching, they would definitely feel that Chen Pingan had chosen the wrong opponent.
At the same time, two "divine true bodies" of the Day Travel God and the Night Travel God, one foot tall, fell from the sky more majesticly than the previous military monks, and before Chen Pingan took action, they took the lead in hitting the great master of martial arts.
The god of sun travel wears golden armor, his whole body is shining with light, and he holds an ax in both hands.
The Night Travel God wears a pair of pitch black armor and holds a large halberd.
Mao Xiaodong smiled knowingly.
He also slapped the ruler and then rushed towards the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator.
The Yuanyuan realm warrior who was determined to die here was not afraid of fighting in the small world created by Mao Xiaodong.
When Mao Xiaodong hurriedly withdraws his magical power for some unknown reason, it stands to reason that as long as he cooperates sincerely with the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, he might have some chance of winning.
But just when the situation improved and it was no longer a certain death situation, the Far Traveling Realm warrior hesitated, then stood up and fled far away.
The sword cultivator was slightly surprised at first, and then ran away without saying a word.
Mao Xiaodong said: "Since we don't have the upper hand, we should not pursue the enemy."
He just found that Chen Pingan had stopped walking a long time ago and had no intention of chasing after him. However, he did not immediately put away the two wandering gods of day and night and let the fairy money slip away from the money bag.
Mao Xiaodong came to Chen Pingan, "I will take you back to the academy after I take a short rest."
Chen Pingan nodded, still looking in all directions and listening in all directions. Even the hand that went around his shoulder to hold the hilt of the sword behind him did not loosen its fingers.
Let your palms burn and your flesh and blood become blurred.
At a young age, he has grown up in the world.
That Nine Realm Sword Cultivator had a close friend die here, and his murderous intention became even more serious.
Therefore, Chen Pingan immediately chose this person as the target of the fight.
For an old martial artist in the Far Traveling Realm, no one can predict that he will retreat when there is a way out. But at least compared to the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, this person is more likely to leave his allies and leave the dangerous area and retreat on his own.
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Mao Xiaodong withdrew from Xiaotiandi in an instant.
Chen Ping'an made this decision in just a split second.
Therefore.
This move would make a far-traveling martial artist fearful and make speculations. For example, why did the other party choose a more dangerous swordsman to attack? Is he really planning to close the net? Or is there another trap waiting for them?
Chen Pingan released his hand holding the sword, and at the same time took back the true body talisman of the two gods who exuded rare power.
After the world was restored, frightened screams could be heard all around.
Chen Ping'an glanced not far away, and saw the head of the golden body warrior lying on the ground.
Three died and two escaped.
"Ready to go."
Mao Xiaodong stretched out his hand to hold Chen Ping'an's shoulder and said only one sentence: "There are some other people's stories that you don't need to know. Why do you know them?"