"The talent is good, but it's a pity that the cultivation level is a bit poor." Master Kusong withdrew his hand and looked at Lang Fei coldly as if he were looking at a dead person. "Boy, what other methods do you have? Let's bring out the generals together."
The only person who answered him was the Tiger Roar Formation. Lang Fei was already heartbroken at this moment. Even Xiao Yu'er, who was able to compete with the refiner, could not stop Master Kusong at all, let alone him.
"Roar, roar, roar..." Xiao Bai'er roared angrily, his tiger eyes focused fiercely, and he stared at Master Kusong with hatred.
"Hmph, it's just a spiritual beast. I can kill it with just one hand." After saying that, he glanced at the lost Lang Fei. Master Kusong curled his lips and said in a cold voice: "You little bastard, give up? That's fine.
, I’ll send you on your way right now.”
"I was born a scoundrel, stealing credit from all over the world for wine. I opened a cup and drank with you, holding my sword in the wind and singing a long song."
Master Withered Pine was about to take action when suddenly, a burst of singing came from the distance on the top of the mountain. It was far away and then close. It seemed that it was right next to his ears, and it seemed like it was thousands of miles away.
Master Kusong couldn't help but hesitate and looked up, only to see a person vaguely appearing behind a huge rock on the mountainside.
"Who is it? Come out."
As if he didn't hear Master Withered Pine's warning, the figure still walked slowly towards him. After a few snaps of his fingers, he walked around the huge rock and slowly walked down a gravel path.
At this moment, Lang Fei, who had been stunned for a long time without seeing Master Kusong make a move, had come to his senses and responded to the call. However, he saw that the visitor had a middle-aged appearance, about forty years old, with a tall body and slender limbs. His starry eyes were hazy.
Her face is red. She wears neither a hat nor a hat, and her black hair is scattered and reaches the length of her shoulders. Looking at her clothes, she wears a gray and white thick gown on her upper body and a pair of worn-out hemp shoes on her feet.
He held a withered yellow wine gourd in his hand, and he swayed with each step. He took two steps forward, took a small sip, walked back three feet, and took a big sip. When he was eating wine, there were drops of wine on his unshaven chin, and he couldn't even drink it.
He forgot to wipe it off with his fingers and put it to his mouth to lick it. He looked like a depressed drunkard.
"Who are you?" Master Kusong didn't know why. Thinking that a person suddenly appeared out of nowhere in such a wilderness, and he didn't even notice it. He couldn't help feeling a little worried, so he couldn't help but ask again.
The man just walked away, occasionally twitching the corners of his mouth, but he didn't know what he was mumbling.
Lang Fei paid attention and activated his consciousness. When he saw the corner of his mouth moving again, he listened carefully; but it was something like "The world is big when you are drunk, and the sun and moon are long in the pot." The boy couldn't help but laugh. It was true that the man was a drunkard.
undoubtedly.
He heard it, and Master Kusong naturally heard it too. He couldn't help but feel angry and shouted: "If you want to drink, go away. If you dare to go forward again, I will definitely take your life."
The man didn't know whether he heard it or not, so he just took away the wine gourd and made another nonsense sentence. "I have stayed in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and I have been there year after year. I call the mash to wash the bones, and fish for the moon to accompany the wine fairy. Who is as passionate as me? I am willing to do it."
The world of mortals is full of bones. There are burial grounds everywhere, why do we need green hills?"
Lang Fei smiled knowingly, and he was sure that this person was a troublemaker. A glimmer of hope arose in his heart. This time, he paid attention to see what was strange about the person coming, but he saw that although the middle-aged man looked drunk, his steps were calm and powerful, his eyes
The light was bright, and he exuded an awe-inspiring righteousness. In addition, as he got closer and closer, Lang Fei also noticed that the middle-aged man was wrapped behind him, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. Occasionally, he could use his kick to move the thin
The stone collapsed and broke. I think the load on my back must be a hundred kilograms away.
"There are places where bones are buried, why should there be green hills? There is such a place where bones can be buried, where can there be green hills! I will tell you to bury bones here today!" After saying this, Master Withered Pine stood upright, left Lang Fei, and walked towards
The middle-aged man rushed over.
"Huh? What a dry lone wolf. Just in time to stew some wine." The middle-aged man sipped his wine and uttered a vague sentence. He reached out with his right hand towards his back. When the white cloth shook off, he pulled out a strange handle.
The ultimate weapon.
If you want to say it's weird, what kind of weird thing do you mean? It's dark, round and round. It's said to be an iron rod, but it has a hilt, it's said to be a long sword, but it has no sharp edge. It's really nondescript and extremely weird.
Now that his life was saved, Lang Fei looked on and snickered, secretly laughing at the middle-aged man's origins but treating this thing as a weapon.
He was thinking secretly, but over there, Master Kuosong and the middle-aged man had already exchanged hands. Master Kuosong relied on his body training experience to attack directly with his fists. The man was not afraid at all, and opened his strange sword to face him.
.
"Boom..." The two sides connected, and the blow was half a pound, and both were knocked back half a step by the force of the rebound.
Lang Fei was watching the battle from a distance and didn't realize what was going on. Master Kusong was shocked. His cultivation was all on this piece of flesh. Not to mention the artifacts, even some ordinary magic weapons, rather than confronting them head-on.
However, not only was the strange sword in the middle-aged man's hand not damaged at all, it was able to force him, a body-refining monk, to take half a step back. In a certain sense, he was already slightly inferior.
"Your Excellency is holding such a magic weapon, so you must not be an ordinary person? How about your unknown name? Why are you preventing me, Jin Zhongshan, from doing anything?"
The middle-aged man did not raise his eyes or answer. He raised the wine gourd again and took a sip. Then he let out a sigh of relief and looked at him with a provocative expression.
"Hmph!" Withered Pine Shang was extremely popular. He moved his palms like a knife and his body like a top. He danced his whole body like a weapon and came up with strange moves. The middle-aged man did not hesitate to give in and swung the strange sword with great force.
, sometimes as a stick, sometimes as a sword, confronting Master Kusong with force, confronting force with force, but not evading at all.
The two men had a fierce fight on the mountainside, and it was like meeting an opponent in chess and meeting a good talent. During the fight, the remaining energy spread to the surrounding areas, and the entire valley shook, and the echoes continued, just like an earthquake.
The two men's moves were mysterious, like a dragon emerging from the sea, or a fierce tiger emerging from the col. Lang Fei watched dazzled and marveled at it.
After a while, the two people danced away lightly, dancing faster and faster. Lang Fei had no choice but to use his consciousness to take a closer look. In a trance, he vaguely saw the word "" and "" when the middle-aged man waved the strange sword.
"Dinghai?" Lang Fei lowered his head and thought for a moment. Suddenly his face changed drastically and he couldn't help but exclaimed. "Zhenyue! Dinghai!"
He had been on the mountain for several years, and he frequently visited Tianyu Peak. He heard about this while chatting with Yumai disciples. Tian Yuzi had exchanged two magic weapon-level edgeless giant swords from the Fangcun Holy Sect decades ago. Fang Zhengzhe
; The inscription is "Zhenyue", which is round; the inscription is "Dinghai". When Tianyu got these two swords, he took the Zhenyue Sword himself, but gave the Dinghai Sword to his spiritual beast.
"Yun...Yun Xie, are you Uncle Yun Xie?" Thinking of this, Lang Fei looked at the wine gourd on his waist again, and couldn't help but blurt out a question.
"Boom!" The middle-aged man swiped his sword horizontally and temporarily avoided Master Kusong. He turned to look at Lang Fei and said: "You little guy, are you the Lang Fei that guy Tian Yu said? Well, not bad, quite
Somewhat clever."
Seeing his acquiescence, Lang Fei felt happy. With the fierce cloud protecting him, Master Kusong was no longer afraid.
When he retreated, after listening to the conversation between the two, Master Kusong's heart tightened. He had also heard of Yun Xiang's name. He was the accompanying spirit demon of Tian Yuzi, the leader of the Alchemy Clan. Because he was a monster in the form of a beast, according to the legend
It is said that he is three points more powerful than Tian Yuzi. Although he is only in the early stage of Qi Transformation, if he recovers his animal body, his supernatural powers can directly catch up with the monks in the middle stage of Qi Transformation. Therefore, although Tian Yuzi is only in the early stage of Qi Transformation, he can be evergreen.
No well-known master in the world dared to look down upon him. This was also the reason why Master Lei Yang did not dare to respond when the three sects jointly put pressure on Lei Di Mountain a few days ago and Tian Yuzi proposed a fight.
Seeing that he was successful, he didn't want to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway. Master Kusong was secretly anxious. He didn't think he could defeat Yun Xie. Just now, the opponent could resist him just by wielding the Dinghai Sword with physical strength. If he recovered his beast body,
With its power soaring, it's unclear whether he can escape from its claws with his life.
"Silly boy, why are you still standing there? I've left this old thing in your hands. Why don't you leave quickly?"
Hearing this, Lang Fei came back to his senses, hesitated for a moment, nodded to Yun Xie, and was about to fly away, but suddenly remembered that this change had disturbed his mood, and he actually forgot to visit Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu'er was injured. There was nothing he could do. The boy hurriedly jumped off the tiger's back and rushed to where Xiao Yu'er fell to the ground. He gently picked up Xiao Yu'er and checked his breathing. He found that it was still stable, so he relaxed and stepped back on the tiger's back.
The tiger flies into the sky and flies away in the wind.
"He is no longer a member of your alchemy sect, why are you still protecting me like this?" After Yun Xie stopped him and couldn't catch him, Master Kusong could only ask with a cold face.
"Kusongzi, why are you asking? Just because I am happy to do it, Mr. Xie. Do you think that if Senior Brother Yun Yu and that fellow Tian Yu don't personally intervene in this matter, it is tantamount to acquiescing to you and waiting to harm him? Huh, if it hadn't been for Senior Brother Tian Yu's repeated warnings,
Please let me spare your life, but today, I will take your life as a bitch."
Master Kusong's face changed when he heard this. Yun Xie's words were unpleasant and did not save him any face. Although he was furious, he hesitated for a long time, but he still did not dare to speak back.
"You know the truth. Just sit here with me and wait for a while. If you dare to say no, I will destroy you first, and then use a plan to kill all your children and grandchildren in Jinzhongshan."
Feeling the bone-chilling murderous intent revealed by Yun Xie's words, Master Kusong's heart tightened. He did not doubt Yun Xie's words at all. On that day, Yuzi was always known for his boldness in the evergreen world.
How could a beast be a fuel-efficient lamp? For the sake of his own safety and the inheritance of the sect, he had no choice but to swallow his anger and stay where he was, not daring to make any rash moves.
Seeing that he was quite calm, Yun Xie didn't say much, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the gourd again, and poured wine frequently.
However, it was said that Lang Fei said goodbye to Yun Xie and flew eastward with his tiger in his arms. On the way, he used his spiritual sense to carefully identify the enemy around him, while thinking about the incident in his mind. He could never guess the thoughts of Tian Yuzi and Yun Yuzi.
If you said you were worried about him, then why didn't you help him when you were in the Flame Palace, but used seclusion as an excuse, and showed an attitude that you didn't want to get involved in the matter. If you said you gave up on him, then why did Song Yunzi send him down the mountain again, and then
Yun Xie was asked to come to the rescue. All these things were really unreasonable and weird, leaving him a little confused and at a loss as to what to do.