The sun in the northwest has always been fierce, and is known as the peeling sun knife. Although it is autumn, its power has not faded much. It is nearly noon, and the red ancient road under the scorching sun is glowing like fire.
When pedestrians step on the road, the heat is like a sharp cone, piercing the soles of their feet.]
In history, this ancient road was once prosperous. When Ge Feng, the famous artistic conception school, dominated the city of Gorin, this Qinge trail was also very prosperous with people and cars. However, since Yu Xing came to dominate the northwest, Ge Feng
After being defeated in the western desert, Gorin City became deserted, and even the Chi Ge Trail became lonely.
Next to this ancient road, there is a tea shed. Three or five passers-by are sitting in it with bare chests and talking about current events. The tea shed also sells wine, but I don’t know how the cruel shop owner mixes it.
Yes, it's as light as tea, which makes these men a little unmotivated.
Wu Ma Xi looked up at the east. The ancient road in his eyes was like a burning dragon, extending to the end of the sky. He withdrew his gaze, tied the purple-hoofed beast outside the tea shed, and found a seat in the tea shed to sit down.
The dirty shop owner swayed over feebly, not even bothering to say anything, pointing to the list on the table and indicating to Wu Ma Xi to order tea.
Wu Maxi didn't say anything, and pointed to a clear stream of Xiaohe, which is a widely circulated tea in the mainland. It is like a stream flowing through the body, with the coolness of mint, which is a good drink to relieve the heat. However, the clearness of the tea shed
Xixiaohe was very unnatural, like a cup of rancid water, with a warm and sticky consistency. Wu Maxi was not picky about life, and noticed that there was nothing unusual about the tea, so she didn't take it seriously and glanced at the left side.
The five listless men glanced at each other and lowered their heads to drink tea.
There was a slight tremor from her wrist. Wu Ma Xi turned her head slightly and her eyes fell on the wristband on her left wrist. Under the cover of the orange wristband, there was a beautiful moon-white bracelet. The slight tremor came from
It came from the bracelet.
This bracelet was shot from the girl's wrist. The overall frame of the bracelet was made of Yuezang soft silver, and it was engraved with a delicate and elegant fairy shadow with six wings, with a full moon-like gemstone embedded in the middle.
The six-winged phoenix with fairy shadow is a special totem of the Jian family of the Great Xia royal family. Due to the influence of the Jian family, it has already spread on the mainland. The fairy shadow phoenix carving on this bracelet is extremely good, and the phoenix body leads the neck and sings softly.
It is extremely elegant and noble, with extraordinary charm. Judging from the materials and workmanship, it is worth at least one hundred thousand gold coins.
I lost tens of millions of gold coins, but only got this bracelet. This trip to the northwest was a huge loss.
This bracelet is extremely weird. First of all, it cannot be put into an elephant ring. This attribute is extremely rare in the mainland, which directly caused Wu Maxi to have to wear this beautiful bracelet that is obviously women's. In addition,
The bracelet will tremble slightly every once in a while. This kind of trembling has happened dozens of times in the few days after getting the bracelet. Wu Maxi checked the bracelet body and found the reason why it was not trembling, so she could only ignore it.
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After sitting for less than a moment, three riders, one old and two young, came galloping from the front of the ancient road. They got off the purple-hoofed beast next to the tea shed, entered the tea shed, and sat down on the small table outside. The thin and short young man picked up the
I looked through the tea list on the table with great interest and tossed it over and over again.
The shopkeeper standing nearby became impatient at first, yawned and said: "Qingxi Xiaohe, that one is better." After saying that, he ignored the three people's reactions and waddled into the back to prepare tea.
The old man glared at the short young man with some reproach, straightened his somewhat messy mighty beard and hair, turned to another young man next to him and said: "Xiao Rong, how do you feel about walking this journey again?"
Xiaorong lowered his head and thought for a moment, his resolute brows showing a bit of vicissitudes that were inconsistent with his age, and said: "Before I came out, Master Zeng told me that it is impossible to understand this journey just from the words in the classics.
Stories. As I walked, read, and thought about these past few days, I realized how profound and tragic the stories of our ancestors are." After saying this, I remembered the names in the classics that were unknown to outsiders, and I felt a little aggrieved by those names.
The heroism of the witchcraft is praised by people across the continent, but who knows the heroism of the seniors in the sect?
Qingxi Xiaohe was served quickly. The short young man bent over the rim of the tea cup and took a loud sip. Then he shook his head and said, "Why does this tea taste like this?"
The old man chuckled and said: "You little guy who has never seen the world." After saying that, he felt a little sad again, sighed, picked up the tea and took a sip. Then his face changed, he spit out the tea, and stopped him from drinking the tea.
The two young men shook their heads, their faces solemn.
The three of them looked at each other for a moment. The short young man's face was full of doubts, but he did not dare to ask. The old man turned his head and said to the store: "Shop, check out."
The shopkeeper came over and said feebly: "One and a half silver coins."
The old man took out the money from his pocket and settled the bill. He considered it carefully and asked, "Shopkeeper, your tea seems to taste a little... strange."
The shopkeeper rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "With only one and a half silver coins, what kind of good tea do you want to drink? Do you want Qu Qing's Brilliant Dawn?" After that, he turned around and walked inside.
The old man's face was slightly red, and he was a little ashamed of his cup. He said to the two young people: "Let's go to the front to find a decent shop before eating." After saying that, he left the shop first, mounted the purple-hoofed beast, and was about to hit the road.
, a horse galloped from the west direction.
It was a cloud-stepping chrysanthemum-patterned deer, a very famous top-grade mount in the realm of cultivation. Its performance in all aspects was much better than that of the purple-hoofed beast, and its appearance was beautiful. It was once the honor guard mount of the Great Xia Dynasty, when the Great Xia Dynasty was at its peak.
During that period, a row of eight hundred horse-riding cloud-stepping chrysanthemum-patterned deer was a grand sight in the imperial city. However, with the decline of the Great Xia Dynasty, no other force could gather so many cloud-stepping chrysanthemum-patterned deer.
, this grand scene has become a last resort.
The knight on the deer was a middle-aged man with a dark red face, and his eyes swept over everyone's faces very unreasonably, just like Jane looked down on the world.
This unreasonable look aroused the reaction of a topless man on the inside. He put his palm on the table, stood up unsteadily, pointed at the red-faced middle-aged man and said: "That deer rider, your deer is the King of Congli."
Why do you look so familiar to me?"
The red-faced middle-aged man ignored his shouting and continued to scan everyone's faces. His eyes seemed to be looking for something.
Ever since she killed the two envoys from the Daxing Palace, Wu Ma Xi walked carefully on thin ice. When she saw something strange in the other party's eyes, she had already raised her alarm. If the other party was looking for her, there would be a fight.
A teacup was suddenly thrown from the hand of the topless man, and it hit the red-faced middle-aged man with splashing tea drops. At the same time, the topless man shouted: "Thief..."
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the tea cup exploded into pieces, and the weightless tea condensed into sharp ice picks, which were scattered towards the five people below like shrapnel. Everyone avoided the surroundings in embarrassment, and the ice picks were shot on the table.
, instantly turned the table into a sieve. The men looked at the red-faced knight, then at the table, all with embarrassed expressions.
The opponent's artistic conception seems to be a variant of the ice cone-type artistic conception. Judging from its sharp and rapid explosion, it can be regarded as the best in the ice-cone-type artistic conception. The ability to achieve close to instantaneous editing shows the opponent's strength.
Seeing the splendid artistic conception of the red-faced middle-aged man, the short and thin young man couldn't move, and stared blankly. The old man with a powerful beard was unwilling to stay in the place of right and wrong, and slapped him with his palm.
On top of the short young man's head, he pulled her away.
Wu Maxi withdrew her gaze from the red-faced middle-aged man, but still paid careful attention to the other person's movements. This kind of artistic conception that imitated natural phenomena was a celestial specialty, which meant that the other person should not be from the Daxing Hall.
The red-faced middle-aged man glanced around and seemed quite disappointed. Ce Lu turned around and was about to run towards the road ahead.
The bracelet on Wu Mayi's left wrist suddenly trembled slightly again.
"Gee!"
With a tragic roar of deer, the red-faced middle-aged deer was forced to turn around by the red-faced middle-aged deer, and stood in front of the tea shed and stepped uneasily. The red-faced middle-aged man reined in and sat firmly, his eyes shining brightly on Wuma Xi's body.
, after a moment of confusion, his eyes were filled with murderous intent. This murderous intent was so strong that the hair on Wuma Xi's back stood up instantly, like a lion about to fight.
"Moon bracelet, why is it on you?" The middle-aged man's voice was very explosive, like a huge wave hitting a rock.
The moon bracelet the other party mentioned should be the Immortal Shadow Six-winged Phoenix Bracelet, but how did he confirm that the bracelet was on his body? Could it be that slight trembling?
Wu Maxi didn't answer, thinking silently.
The killing intention in the opponent's eyes is like a blade, sharp and solid. It is difficult to escape this battle. It is better to fight late than to fight early. It is better to strike first. The moon suddenly formed like a bow, and the sharp arrow flew out of the table, like a shooting star towards the opponent's lower abdomen.
Nail it everywhere.
"snort!"
The red-faced middle-aged man picked up the reins to control the deer. An ice mirror suddenly stood in front of him. The sharp arrow collided with the ice mirror, instantly shattering the ice mirror. The broken ice edges splashed everywhere, and the light and shadow were gorgeous in the sun. Sharp arrow
After passing through the gorgeous light and shadow and continuing forward, the middle-aged man turned aside, and the sharp arrow flew past his neck and shot into the sand next to the ancient road.
The middle-aged man felt a chill in his heart. He didn't expect such an inconspicuous arrow to be so powerful. He didn't dare to raise his voice any more, and roared, the mood was realized, and the clear stream lotus in Wuma Xi's cup suddenly condensed into ice spikes.
She came towards the door facing Wu Ma Xi. Wu Ma Xi leaned back and kicked under the table. The tea cup flew up with a sound, and several ice spikes deformed in their tracks. They instantly penetrated the fragile roof of the tea shed and shot into the sky.
Wu Ma Xi tilted her body sideways, and at the right moment, she flew over with a cone spell, just in time to shatter the opponent's newly formed artistic conception. Her body flashed up like a spirit fox, quickly closing the distance with the opponent.
A strong wind rose from the ground, rolling up rocks everywhere and whizzing towards Wuma Xi in mid-air.
Wu Ma Xi tapped lightly on a stone the size of his head. In an instant, he was carried away by the stone. Before he landed, a sharp cone was already spinning and rising from the ground towards Wuma Xi's waist and eyes.
Come on.
Wu Ma Xi bowed her waist, hit her back next to the ground cone, and her body flew out instantly.
This is the artistic conception of Da Zhang Gong. I found it from the storage bag of the special envoy named Yu, and Wu Ma Xi took the time to learn it. The recognized spiritual power of Da Zhang Gong is orange, yellow and red are also good, Wu Ma Xi’s
The purple spiritual power is a bit far behind, and it is not very smooth to drive, but at the critical moment, this is indeed a good mood.
With a flick of the bow, Wu Ma Xi was thrown to the roof of the tea shed. While he was in the air, a Jingzhe had already planted towards the middle-aged man. The free current in the void became lifelike, and as the artistic conception of Jingzhe evolved
The guidance formed an invisible dragon and shuttled towards the middle-aged man's internal organs. His muscles were twitching constantly under the stimulation of this electric dragon.
Although the middle-aged man was still frightened, an artistic conception expanded with the heart as the center, like an invisible air film. The Dragon of Insects was forcibly expelled from the body and hit the head of the Deer with the Cloud-Stepping Chrysanthemum Pattern.
The chrysanthemum deer screamed, jumped nearly ten meters high, and threw the middle-aged man on its back away. It jumped on the ground and screamed miserably. Thunder and lightning were raging in its tear-filled eyes, and soon the eyes were scorched by electricity.
His voice was hoarse, and white smoke slowly escaped from his seven orifices.
An ice knife flew over quickly and slashed at the lower part of the deer's neck. The deer's blood spurted out instantly. Thousands of tiny drops of blood solidified in the air, turning into sharp ice thorns, overwhelming Wuma Xi on the roof of the tea shed.