Chapter Three hundred and sixty-ninth I can't do it clearly and secretly I will dig you
His plan was good, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw half of the young man holding a jade slip in his hand and raising his neck and laughing. The fastest update of the novel and looking at his dress, he turned out to be a member of the Xuanhuo Sect.
The attire of a low-level disciple. Taoist Scarface was stunned for a moment, feeling confused in his heart. How could he, a low-level disciple, get through this Netherworld Fire Formation? But he still had the useless piece of "Nine Turns of Truth"
"Red Jue" is so fun.
The scar-faced Taoist was a little confused. He was about to ask a question when he suddenly raised his head, only to find a bird standing on a lamp several feet above the boy's head. At this moment, a pair of bird wings were pulling the bird's wings violently.
The magic flame of the great sun.
At this point, the scar-faced Taoist still didn't understand the truth. For a moment, his face glowed, and his mouth started to smoke. He designated Lang Fei and said angrily: "Okay, let me tell you why the bird came to attack again and again, but it turned out to be the sect.
There are spies mixed into it. As the saying goes, it is difficult to guard against house thieves at night. Boy, where do you come from? How dare you instruct this bird to harm my Xuanhuo Sect's Sun-Yang Jing Demon-Conquering Treasure Flame."
Seeing that the Taoist did not question him for stealing the jade slips, but instead spoke with the Sun Jing Baoyan, Lang Fei raised his head and took a look. Oops! That silly bird was desperately pulling a ball of sapphire blue flames towards the back of its head with colorful lights.
I feel dizzy.
Seeing that while he was grabbing the jade slips, the stupid bird went to harm Nao Shizi and the sun demon Bao Yan, Lang Fei felt a secret hatred in his heart and cursed: "You stupid bird that has suffered a plague,
One day I will be killed by you, and I have already advanced to the Qi Transformation Realm. Why are you still thinking about it? Are you going to eat it?"
Silly Bird pulled back fiercely, then drew back and glanced up at Lang Fei, who was looking up at him, and cursed back: "You know what the heck, you can't digest this stuff if you eat too much! I thought back then, I swallowed it in one breath.
I'm so choked that I haven't eaten for three months."
"Then why are you still thinking about it? Hurry up, hurry up, don't you see anyone coming over there?"
"If you want to leave, you can leave. This thing is a treasure. Where did you steal the jade slip? My hands are still empty. Don't you understand why thieves don't leave empty?"
This sentence left Lang Fei speechless. "Holy crap! If this stupid bird wasn't still wearing bird skin, he would be just like Lang Fei II."
Lang Fei had no idea, he couldn't leave it behind, so he escaped first. And because of his spiritual consciousness, he set out to come after Wuhuo Shang. Thinking that he had never fought against a refining monk since he entered the Yuan Dan realm, he couldn't help but feel in his heart.
I was a little moved, secretly wondering whether I should try two moves with the Scarface Taoist to see which one was stronger and which one was weaker.
Seeing that Lang Fei was slightly distracted, and also learned from the conversation between the two that one person and one bird have a close relationship, the Taoist thought to himself that if Lang Fei was captured, the bird would have to be wary no matter how great his magical power was. Wouldn't he be ready to do so by then?
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After thinking about it, the scar-faced Taoist secretly made up his mind, pointed his toes down a little, and straightened his body like a goshawk. With one hand, he shot out five true swords to seal the gap between Lang Fei's left and right, and with one hand, he opened his five fingers and pointed directly at Lang Fei's head.
Catch and drop.
When he thought about it, Lang Fei could only cultivate his own cultivation after rebirth. He relied on the help of birds to reach the Holy Fire Palace, and he stupidly regarded the "Nine Turns of True Red Jue" as a treasure. After all, he was also a spiritual practitioner.
Although the mid-level cultivation level cannot match that bird, it can still deal with the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in front of him as cleanly as killing a chicken with a knife. Even if it is not good enough, it can make the bird use rat traps to force it to stop stealing.
The Yang Jing's act of subduing the devil's precious flame on the great day.
The scar-faced Taoist's thoughts were not unreasonable, but he never thought that Lang Fei had any kind of self-reborn cultivation, but that he was a genuine Qi-training Dao Yuandan realm monk. Only the Taoist's ability to perform vertical movements from mid-air
, Lang Fei's aura has been rising steadily to a level that can only be achieved by monks in the early stages of ordinary spiritual practice, and it has not stopped, still rising.
"Hey, I want to see if your Zhen Gang Blade is more powerful, or if my Yuanli Shield is half as strong." Lang Fei moved, but instead of dodging to the side, he rushed to the Zhen Gang Blade.
On the way to pass, raise one arm and press forward gently.
A ball of purple light lit up from the palm of his hand, instantly forming a honeycomb-shaped round shield. As it swayed, traces of pale golden light passed over its surface.
In the blink of an eye, the True Gang Blade and the Yuanli Shield were close at hand. Before the two collided, a cloud of mist spread out from the Yuanli Shield, and the three-foot-long red True Gang Blade struck with it.
When they meet each other, they are like encountering a natural enemy, and they are defeated thousands of miles away.
In just the blink of an eye, the three-foot-long Zhen Gang Blade had been corroded until only one foot remained. Not only that, its color also changed from the initial red color to a dim pink color.
At this point, the True Gang Blade had just connected with the main body of the Yuanli Shield. Immediately afterwards, Lang Fei pressed his fingers together, and the remaining one foot of the True Gang Blade instantly turned into scattered light spots and disappeared without a trace.
The whole process is a long story, but in fact it only took the blink of an eye, and there was no sound during the period. Seeing this scene, the Taoist's pupils shrank. In his opinion, this situation and scene are as weird as any. He has been practicing for so many years.
Never encountered such a thing.
In ordinary battles between alchemy monks, as long as the difference in cultivation level is less than two small realms, the side using the True Gang Shield will definitely be able to defend against the True Gang Blade, but there has never been such a phenomenon like an egg striking a stone.
The Taoist really looked at everything that happened in front of him, how could he not be shocked! How could he not be frightened! How dare he use his moves to death? He hurriedly stopped and turned around, turned back in mid-air, and fell back into the distance with a whoosh.
Deng Deng Deng took a few steps back, and after he stabilized his body, he raised his head and looked at Lang Fei with a horrified expression.
"Yeah! Not bad..." Lang Fei was quite satisfied with the performance of the Yuanli Shield after his promotion, nodded, and took back his Yuanli.
Seeing the powerful momentum emitting from around Lang Fei, which was comparable to that of a monk in the middle stage of alchemy, the scar-faced Taoist stood at the door of the hall with a pale face, not daring to get closer or retreating.
"Well... why did the Netherworld Fire Formation stop?" At this moment, an old voice came from outside the door, followed by another voice. "Two senior brothers, Taoist Brother Huanyun, hurry up!"
"No! Those ancestors of human immortals are here." Lang Fei swept his consciousness and saw Master Wuhuo and Master Huanghuo leading the way outside the Holy Fire Hall, followed by two silver-haired Taoists, and behind the four there was another
The elders of the Qianxuan Fire Sect followed. A group of people had arrived less than ten feet away from the Holy Fire Palace.
"Haha, although I don't know who you are and how you hid your cultivation from all the other brothers, but now that the four ancestors have arrived, even if you have wings under your ribs like that bird, you can't escape.
Uncle Master's Wuzhi Mountain." Hearing the commotion outside the hall, the scar-faced Taoist became courageous and ordered Lang Fei to look up to the sky and smile.
The four ancestors came, two were in the middle stage of Qi Transformation, and two were in the early stage of Qi Transformation. Lang Fei asked himself that it was really difficult to match him, so his face changed, and he looked up anxiously, and saw that Xiao Yuer was about to dig them out.
Ninety percent of the work on the ancestral tomb was completed, and seeing that there was only one last ray of flame left to finish the work, I couldn't help but feel anxious, and urged: "Hurry up, mother, if you are even half a minute slower, we will both get involved."
"What the hell are you yelling about? I don't know you yet? How dare you take risks if you don't have a foolproof plan! Shut up and stop talking about nothing. It distracts me for nothing." Xiao Yu'er was unwilling to accept it.
Showing weakness, he turned around and cursed back.
Just as one person and one bird were fighting, two people rushed in at the door of the hall. Master Wuhuo stood up and took a look. When he saw the scar-faced Taoist, he couldn't help but frowned. He turned his head again and saw the person and bird on the opposite side.
, couldn't help but turn cold, and asked the scar-faced Taoist: "Who is he?"
Scar-faced Taoist did not dare to neglect and explained briefly. At this time, two other Taoists and several elders with higher reputations also walked into the hall. After hearing Scar-faced Taoist's words, they all looked at him with cold expressions.
Lang Fei.
"Cough...cough...Hi! Hello everyone! Let me introduce myself first!" Lang Fei smiled sarcastically. "Young Master, I am just a nickname given by others; I am more elegant than Pan An, and I am proud of my appearance."
Pressing Song jade, everyone loves to see the flowers bloom, both chic and wise, vulgar but not romantic... No, no, no, romantic but not vulgar, with a pear tree pressed against the begonia...
.........What is that coming from?"
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I forgot my lines, don't blame me, don't blame me!"
"Senior brother, he is stalling for time, catch him quickly!" One of the two people who walked in behind Master Wuhuo, an old Taoist with a hooked nose, shouted sharply.