However, what a useless skill this was, he suddenly discovered.
Jiang Feng was a little helpless as he pondered the changed skills of the long sword "Mo Di", but he was still implicated by the Dharma Appearance "Black Gold Gourd".
[Self-hiding]: You can hide in the sword body at any time until someone tries to refine the sword, or it exceeds half an hour. When in the hiding state, the sword cannot be put into a storage bag or other space-based magic weapon.
When you hide at this time, the shape of the sword will change greatly.
The question is, why am I hiding it inside? Hiding it inside is like an ownerless thing, a third-level low-grade magic weapon. Anyone who sees it just picks it up.
This attribute will change according to the Dharma during the sacrifice, but which characteristic of the "Black Gold Gourd" does this take? Is it possible that the gourd is big enough? Big enough to hide people? While complaining in my heart, I am concerned about this
There was nothing he could do about it. Fortunately, the previous effect of increasing the power of water skills was equally useless to him. This attribute was better than nothing. Jiang Feng did not have the "Earth Spirit Crystal" on hand. Even if he did, time would not allow him to sacrifice it again.
Refining this sword has no choice but to give up.
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Qianshan Sect, Dayi County.
It has been three days since Ma Taiji secretly ran away from the Hanshan Sect, but he is not worried about the delay in the general affairs he is responsible for, because he actually has no general affairs at hand now, and has become a person affiliated with the sect without any position.
There is no casual cultivation of any kind.
He couldn't figure out why Ma Weidu was so heartless, but without Lingshihua, the livelihood of his relatives had become a problem. In the past five days, he secretly dismissed some of his family members and asked them to secretly go to Luoyingmen to make a living on their own. For this reason, he had to
He spent the last amount of spiritual stones to bribe the guards at the eastern checkpoint so that they could turn a blind eye and let his family leave.
He was really used to the good old days, and he was a little uncomfortable. But what he was more worried about was that there seemed to be something wrong with his body, and it seemed to be a big problem.
He vaguely felt something unusual. Although he couldn't explain it clearly, he knew from his past actions that this change was taking place and was tending to get worse.
"What's this?"
He glanced at a few lines of small words with dates on a suspected diary, and found that the words on it seemed to be written by himself, but the handwriting looked unfamiliar. He was about to consider the reason, but found that he
My thoughts are becoming slow, sluggish, or even uncontinuous.
who I am?
This was his last thought.
"lets go!"
He saw the figure of a young man in a trance. The figure was familiar in his memory, but also strange. He wanted to pursue it but was interrupted by the chaotic consciousness. His body followed involuntarily, like a controlled puppet.
After getting on the carriage with the Asanshan Sect's logo on it, I sat there motionless, and my last remaining thought was shattered.
"Why did you destroy his sanity?"
"Will Jiang Feng doubt him?"
"Okay, then sacrifice another ray of thought to control him, but not too much."
"Even if he self-destructs, the power won't be too great. Don't forget that he is only at the Xuan level."
"Even if we can't get it, we can't let it fall into the hands of others. Do you think the old thief from Yuanchu is so kind and will let you touch his things? Let's get our own things back first."
"There are a bunch of loose cultivators in front of us, should we kill them or not?" He was talking to himself in the carriage, but he didn't seem to be worried about the driver outside hearing it. If you look carefully, you can see that there was something in the driver's eyes.
Somewhat turbid.
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The "Red and Yellow" casual cultivator team that set off early this morning was very lucky.
They encountered two small teams of casual cultivators one after another, one with three people and the other with three people. Before they even took action, they just expressed the intention of "collecting" or "die", and the other party had already put down their weapons and said "very
"Happily" joined the team. Of course, there was also one person who didn't understand. His second-level low-grade magic weapon was currently resting in the storage bag of the leader Huang Xie. As for Jiang Feng and Kuang Shucai, they were divided into two.
There are about five or six of them, as well as a small bottle of qi-enhancing and blood-replenishing pills.
This can be regarded as a small fortune by playing the "downwind game". The two secretly smiled at each other and did not take this matter to heart. However, the good times did not last long. The team had just passed Langgu Town, not far away, and had not yet arrived.
Pujiang Town encountered a little trouble.
The "Chihuang" casual cultivator team took the official path of Chixiamen today.
Oncoming were dozens of motley carriages, forcibly blocking the broad road, leaving only a very narrow lane. Business travelers coming and going would be inspected one by one. The "red and yellow" casual repair team looked like a bunch of scattered sheep.
A group of people ran into this group of carriages head-on.
"Your heads, come here and talk."
On top of the carriage, a dark-faced man with a long knife on his back shouted to the crowd. Jiang Feng followed the voice and saw that the curtains of this carriage had obvious characteristics with those of the surrounding vehicles.
Blood red eagle claws!
This was the "Blood Claw"! Jiang Feng recognized it immediately and secretly touched Kuang Shucai on his shoulder, signaling him to take a few steps back and disappear among the many casual cultivators watching.
Huang Xie, Yan Baihu and Lu Gouzi naturally stood up. The reason why everyone was willing to mix in this casual cultivator team was because someone would come forward when they encountered "hard problems". Now, it was their chance to "show their strength".
Huang Xie waved his hand to signal the hustle and bustle to be quiet. He led Yan Baihu, who was slightly fat, and Lu Gouzi, who was stroking his mustache, to push aside the crowd and walk towards the opponent's carriage.
"Huang Xie, a casual cultivator, has met Taoist friend," Huang Xie clasped his fists, "My brothers and I passed by here and went to Stormrage Canyon to look for some opportunities. I wonder why my friend stopped us?"
"I'm Gaoping, the third leader of the Blood Claw Gang. I'm here today to recruit people of the same kind to join our gang and share the wealth. I wonder if you are interested?"
Everyone present moved slightly, but no one stood up. There were many rules and regulations for joining a gang. They were all used to being free and unorganized, so naturally they were unwilling to join. What's more, sharing wealth is probably the same as sharing the spoils equally with this team.
They are all lies and nothing can be done.
"Not interested." Huang Xie said coldly, "The road is facing the sky. Please step back, fellow Taoist, and we will go our separate ways."
"This is not possible." Black-faced Gao Ping snapped his fingers, and from the carriage near him, more than ten monks stood out, most of whom were above the Xuan level. "I have to ask them one by one. Joining a gang is very difficult.
If there is a future, I suggest you consider it."
Does this require force?
Jiang Feng secretly thought, are the Blood Claws crazy? Although they have defected to Chixiamen and are considered one of the gangs that can take the stage here, why do they forcefully recruit casual cultivators for no reason?
"Then let's compare notes! Shall we do it together, or one-on-one?"
The leader, Huang Xie, knew that nothing could be done, and suddenly a dark broad sword appeared in his hand. Yan Baihu and Lu Gouzi also took out their magical weapons respectively. The former was a red flower stick with eyebrows, and Lu Gouzi lived up to his name.
A pair of silver-moon double hooks is very rare among monks.
Three melee monks?
This was Jiang Feng's first judgment. Some of the casual cultivators nearby took out their magical weapons and prepared to fight. Most of them chose to remain silent and watch on the sidelines, or symbolically squeezed a few talismans with their hands. As for the rank, no one
Concerned about this, Jiang Feng also caught a glimpse of someone taking two pieces of yellow paper to make up the money.
The casual cultivators all retreated sharply, leaving a lot of space for the three of them. It seemed that everyone was more inclined to choose one-on-one rather than group fights. This was obviously different from the Shunfeng game just now. This time,
The opponent seems to be a tough opponent, and the worst is possible. This is the thinking of many people in the team.
Kuang Shucai secretly shook his head slightly and signaled Jiang Feng to retreat. He didn't want to get involved in the fight between the two sides. What a joke, a small bottle of Qi and Blood Pill is not worth fighting for this casual cultivator team.
"Hahaha, of course we go together!" Unexpectedly, Gao Ping, who was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, did not choose "one-on-one". Instead, he waved his right hand and the monks around him moved in unison, scattering various magic weapons and talismans towards the crowd.
Repair is coming.
I wipe it!
Jiang Feng initially didn't understand why the opponent chose to fight in a melee. After all, there was no advantage in numbers, but when he saw the fighting spirit shown by his side, he realized that this was the right choice.
Loose cultivators are just like a ball of loose sand. In Kuang Shucai's words, they are like a group of sheep, running rampant with the wind and fleeing against the wind.
As for the opponent, although they were small in number, they had undergone special training and were very particular about their actions and formations. After a while, they had completely turned into a headwind situation.
Jiang Feng did not use "Mo Di", nor even took out the Lan Yan sword. Both of them were too eye-catching among casual cultivators and could easily be missed. He randomly found a first-order mid-grade long sword.
He took out a few first-order quicksand talismans in his hand, looked at the occasional opening, threw one at the lone monk, and seemed to be at ease in the chaos.
He did not fight against the monks, and fought and retreated. This was not obvious, because some people ran faster, especially the five casual cultivators who had been recruited before. They even threw down a few talismans of various colors at will, and they had already jumped out of the battle group.
, turned around and ran towards the jungle on both sides.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Before they entered the jungle, dozens of crossbow arrows flew out from the forest. The crossbow arrows were nearly four feet long, and they were all made of red copper arrows. They were extremely powerful and were not used by ordinary people. Instead, they were used by low-level monks in conjunction with ordinary people. Those who ran in front
Several casual cultivators were shot through each other, and the crossbow arrows seemed to be smeared with poison. Once they entered the body, they would die quickly.
Surrounded?
The casual cultivators jumped out of the circle one after another, and gradually only three leaders and a few casual cultivators were left in the battle group. The leader, Huang Xie, had the strongest fighting spirit. His broadsword was of good quality. As he danced, the surrounding wind swirled.
Ordinary monks were not allowed to get close to him. Only Gao Ping, who had just held a long sword in his hand, could confront him head-on.
Yan Baihu was a bit slippery. With the advantage of the range of his long stick, he swam among many opponents without confronting anyone for a long time. His eyes were wandering and he was keenly aware of the changes around him. Although he was under siege
, but has never been touched by any magic weapon.
Among the three, Lu Gouzi was the most embarrassed. He didn't seem to be very handy with his magic weapons. Not only was he being fought by a melee monk, but he was also harassed by other monks from time to time. The Fire Talisman, the Ice Talisman, and the Golden Light Talisman were constantly on his body.
Shining with all kinds of lights, because he was not good at fighting, he almost became the target of Sakon monks.
However, unlike Huang Xie and Yan Baihu, he had two loyal followers of casual cultivators who were nearby to help him maintain the situation, so he was not defeated. In the melee, the magic weapons and talismans that were used to kill people with an area of effect were useless.
, everyone must be distracted and pay attention to the opponents around them. In this case, the advantage of the melee monks is particularly obvious. For a while, the two sides were indifferent to the outcome.
Suddenly, an earth-level coercion rushed over from not far away.
"Someone is coming, run!"
I don’t know who shouted, and the chaotic formation of the casual cultivators who were already watching became even more chaotic. The cultivators who were still trying to support themselves in the melee suddenly wanted to retreat. At this time, another person shouted, "I am willing to join."
", quickly flew to the nearby carriage, knelt down and begged for mercy.
Who are they?
Yan Baihu jumped away, and with the support of a long stick with eyebrows, he quickly passed through the crowd. A blue light flickered in his hand, and a willow leaf-shaped flying sword suddenly appeared. He straightened up, stood firmly on it, and swung it in his hand.
He took out a large number of quicksand talismans, poured spiritual power into them and threw them into the field. Regardless of the people on the ground, the flying sword inspired red and yellow light and flew away into the distance.
He actually ran away?
And he used the same method many years ago to trick his teammates again.
The quicksand talisman came in such a hurry that Jiang Feng and Kuang Shu just glanced at each other. The two of them rushed forward. When several casual cultivators saw that the situation was not good and shouted slogans to flee, they also mixed in and landed on the carriage.
However, they did not stop. Instead, they pretended to exert too much force and fell under the carriage. While getting up in embarrassment, Kuang Shucai twisted his fingers and activated the "Snake's Kiss". Several monks nearby who were already in low cultivation
Gao, being suddenly affected, his expression was a little dazed and drowsy.
"Let's go!"
The two of them, one after the other, took advantage of the chaos and rushed into the jungle behind the carriage. It seemed that no one was ambushing there, and as long as they entered the dense jungle, the crossbow arrows would have no advantage. Just as the two of them rushed into the jungle, a burst of light appeared in the sky.
Above, a golden feather arrow went straight towards Yan Baihu who had just flown into the clouds.
Poof!
Yan Baihu was shot across the body, his body fell rapidly like a wild goose hit by an arrow, and he and the out-of-control flying sword fell into the dense forest nearly a mile away.
"The opportunity has come!"
Kuang Shucai seemed to have exhausted all his strength and ran rapidly in that direction like a leopard.
This is sacrificing one's life rather than one's wealth. Jiang Feng secretly thought that the earth-level monks were watching from behind. He hurried to follow. If Kuang Shucai had a shortcoming, he would not look good in the "grey clothes" team. Moreover, he also had a command on his body.