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It's just that God decides what he plans and what he plans is! Although Master Qingjun's plan was good, he never expected that Lang Fei not only did not fall, but also successfully understood the sword technique thoroughly. At this time, he
It was displayed under his nose. Looking at its power, it really moved the world and shocked the ghosts and gods. He knew what Fairy Hua Ming's cultivation was! He also knew what the quality of "Dragon Clam Dinghai Pearl" was. But it was this kind of power.
Hua Ming Witch, who was strong enough to stand in front of him, actually fell into the hands of that boy. From this point of view, this "Wanxiang Senluo Sword" is really a blessing.
The thoughts in Master Qingjun's mind turned several times, and then he turned his attention to Lang Fei. "Is it possible... is it possible that this kid is a Qi Tao monk?" Thinking of this, Master Qingjun was shocked. "If
What I expected is true, this kid may have a Qi training method that is suitable for the current cultivation environment! He may also have some treasure that can provide the innate vitality needed for cultivation."
"Not as good as... not as good as..." Master Qingjun looked at Lang Fei with increasingly cold eyes. Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw Xiao Yu'er turning back to stand on Lang Fei's shoulder, and he saw Ji Qing not far away.
Xiao Bai'er, who was fighting, couldn't help but add some worries. Considering that the boy in plain clothes was already extremely powerful at this time, if he was not careful, he would cause a big trouble for Tianjian Sect. His expression kept changing.
After many changes, after weighing the gains and losses, Master Qingjun finally gritted his teeth and gave up the greed in his heart.
Others may not have noticed the change in Master Qingjun's expression. But Fairy Yunxia on the colorful cloud boat took it all in her eyes. Through the changes in the expression on his face, she could probably guess what he was thinking.
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"Huh! Old guy, you're wise enough not to have any crooked thoughts, otherwise..." Fairy Yunxia had a slight smile on her lips, and gave Master Qingjun a meaningful sideways look. When she saw Lang Fei perform
After "Wanxiang Senluo Sword", Lao Niubi's subtle psychological changes were all within her expectation. She thought that the reason why she concealed the details of Lang Fei's death in the battle with Master Leng Sha was to protect Lang Fei from danger.
She was plotted by Master Qingjun. To be fair, if she were put in the position of Master Qingjun, after learning that Lang Fei could exert its due power to the "Wanxiang Senluo Sword" that had been useless for a long time, he would not be tempted.
That is false. If a person cannot control himself and is blinded by greed, he will definitely do something that will endanger Lang Fei's life. This is what Fairy Yunxia does not want to see. Therefore, as a last resort, she strictly orders the Yunxia disciples to be careful.
This secret is not allowed to be revealed to the public at all. It is related to the situation of Lang Fei's sword killing Master Leng Sha.
However, in the view of Fairy Yunxia, this method is just a delaying tactic after all. Sooner or later, the Tianjian Sect will inevitably find out about it. But the situation on Hailan Star is extremely subtle now, and the Demon Sect is pressing forward step by step.
, she didn't have any extra time to think about how to deal with possible crises in the future, so she had no choice but to take it one step at a time.
But who would have thought that Lang Fei, this kid, would actually be looking for trouble. He would come here to disturb something that he couldn't even hide from. When she saw him coming to the boat earlier, Fairy Yunxia really wanted to curse him.
But in the blink of an eye, he saw that his cultivation had improved again. After hearing Lang Fei's purpose of coming here, and considering that he had Xiao Yu'er and Xiao Bai'er helping him, he unconsciously thought of a way to defeat others without fighting.
The strategy of the soldiers is: let Lang Fei take the vanguard, give the Demon Sect a disincentive, and at the same time make Master Qingjun realize that Lang Fei's current strength is no longer what it used to be. If he wants to have any evil intentions, he must first weigh something.
Is it worth the gamble to provoke such a tyrannical enemy and possibly bring disaster to the Tianjian Sect?
In the impression of Fairy Yunxia, Master Qingjun is not only a hard-nosed man, but also a cautious person. He always considers everything before acting and prepares for the worst in everything. With a character like his, of course,
There was a high degree of confidence that he could retreat in spite of the difficulties. In fact, in line with Fairy Yunxia's guess, after weighing the pros and cons, Old Taoist Qingjun finally gave up the dirty thoughts in his heart with great helplessness.
Different from Qingjun and Yunxia, Zen's sweetheart didn't have so many thoughts. Everything was about his Tianjian Sect and Yunxia Sect. As far as Jialan Sect was concerned, there was no direct interest in it. On the contrary, Qing
Jun Laodao thought that he thought he had taken advantage and forced himself to lose seven relics. But in the end, he still missed a move and was tricked by Fairy Yunxia and that little bastard. If he had known that Lang Fei could cultivate
After learning the "Wanxian Senluo Sword" technique, with Master Qingjun's character, how could he be easily deceived by him? Somehow, whenever he saw Master Qingjun being defeated, Master Zen would be extremely happy in his heart.
Not to mention that Lang Fei also severely injured Fairy Hua Ming, who had always been against him. In the eyes of Zen's sweetheart, this boy was so pleasing to the eye. As for the heartache for the seven relics, he had long since abandoned them.
Flying to Java country.
Ignoring the reactions of the other people watching the battle, I only talked about Lang Fei in the field. After frightening Fairy Hua Ming away, when he looked back, he saw Xiao Bai'er just like a cat playing with a mouse, pushing Master Luo Yan away.
After a few moments of respite, he turned his head and glanced at Master Yao Yan, whose face was as dark as water. He also saw that the other immortals of the Heavenly Demon Sect were about to make a move. Unconsciously, his heart moved. He snorted coldly and shouted: "Xiao Bai'er, stop delaying any more and hurry up."
Fight quickly!"
Hearing Lang Fei's words, Bai Hu'er's legs were full of wind, and he immediately approached Master Luo Yan. Seeing this, the old guy's face changed, and he hurriedly transformed the thirteen ghosts into thirteen rays of light.
, rushing in from the side.
Hearing the sound of the Feng Ming Knife coming from the side of his ribs, Xiao Bai'er didn't even look at it. One of his blood wings spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he shot out several blood thunders as thick as a child's arms. While the blood thunder and the Feng Ming Knife were interacting with each other,
When he was anxious, Xiao Bai'er's body suddenly jumped up, his mouth opened and closed, his huge teeth shone with a refreshing cold light, and bit down from top to the neck of Master Luo Yan.
Seeing the glistening tiger saliva dripping between the interlaced canine teeth, and smelling the bone-chilling wind blowing towards his face, Master Luo Yan's expression suddenly became extremely exciting, his livid face was filled with horror and eagerness.
With a move of his right hand, he pulled out a dark iron rod as wide and as thin as a child's thigh from the void bracelet on his left wrist. He then raised his arm and raised it to meet Sen Han's tiger teeth.
Faced with Master Luo Yan's desperate move to seek medical treatment, Xiao Bai'er continued to castrate his strength, closed his upper and lower rows of tiger teeth, and with just one bite, he chewed the dark iron rod that was only a magical weapon into pieces, and pounced again.
Master Luo Yan looking down.
At the same time, while Xiao Bai'er was biting the iron rod, Master Luo Yan moved quickly, turned his face to one side, moved his feet, and ducked outwards to hide.
Seeing that the old guy was about to run away, Xiao Baier remembered Lang Fei's instructions and how could he let him run away so easily. A small hurricane suddenly rose up from the two tiger claws behind him, spinning his whole body horizontally, still facing towards him.
He followed Master Luo Yan who was hiding to one side and left.
Master Luo Yan thought he had escaped from Xiao Bai'er's attack range, and was about to turn around and run for his life. Suddenly, he heard the direction of the wind in his ears.
Come.
"Not good!" This surprise was no small matter. Seeing Xiao Bai'er's cold giant teeth approaching with force, Master Luo Yan did not dare to hesitate at all, and hurriedly stretched out his body to avoid it. It was also because he had a tacit understanding, and just before Xiao Bai
When Xiao Bai'er's fangs and maw were less than half an inch away from his neck, he actually twisted his torso like a twist, forced his body to move a little further, and narrowly avoided Xiao Bai'er's blow.
Killer.
Feeling the biting coldness on the tips of Xiao Bai'er's teeth gradually go away, Master Luo Yan, who was already breaking out in a cold sweat, felt relieved. When he looked up, he saw Bai Hu'er exposing his flank in front of him.
As the saying goes: "The bold ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death! If you don't dare to be like a tiger's den, you can still catch the tiger's cubs!" Although Master Luo Yan was extremely frightened, in the end his greed prevailed. His twisted body followed the trend.
Turning around, the surface of his right palm was covered with a thick layer of bloody essence, and he struck out towards Xiao Bai'er's left abdomen as fast as lightning.
The distance between the blood palm and the tiger's belly gradually shortened under the gaze of Master Luo Yan. It was only a breath of time before and after. Seeing that the two sides were already close at hand, even the occasional flash of red light on the frost-white tiger fur was clear.
It can be seen that the corners of Master Luo Yan's mouth curved into a smile of success. If this palm strike was real, even Xiao Bai'er, who had a cultivation level comparable to that of the late stage of Qi Transformation, would probably suffer heavy losses.
"A monster is a monster after all. It really has the power of ghosts and gods, but it is also exquisite and clever." Master Luo Yan seemed to see the scene of Xiao Bai'er roaring and tumbling under his palm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.
Intense.
The blood-colored true energy illuminated the slightly dim sea and sky under the dense clouds, dyeing the hair on Xiao Bai'er's belly red. At this moment, the smile on the corner of Master Luo Yan's mouth became a little more ferocious, and he felt that
One of the palms stretched out in front of me can already feel the body temperature coming from Xiao Bai'er's body.[
Master Luo Yan was laughing, very happily. At this moment, a sharp blood wing composed of several bone spurs suddenly appeared in the scene reflected in his eyes, and it appeared out of thin air in front of him, as if falling from the sky.
Shura's scimitar cut from top to bottom with just a slight slash. The bloody light swept across the place, and a dark object wrapped in the sleeves of the robe was thrown into the air.
Accompanied by the drizzle falling from the sky, blood spurted out in an instant like a fountain rising against the sky. A cloud of silvery white air was seen densely forming in the belly of the tiger less than three feet away. Only a random roll was seen.
, the flying blood was blocked, and a drop of blood splashed on Xiao Bai'er's pure white hair.
"Ah..." Seeing this scene, Master Luo Yan just came back to his senses and noticed that an arm on his right shoulder had been broken off at the elbow level. As the miserable screams reached the ear, the belated pain at the wound also
Following the invasion, Master Luo Yan used his left hand to make a few false grabs at the place where the broken arm was thrown away. Then he yelled, not caring to call back the thirteen Fengming knives, and hugged the remaining half of his right arm.