"Sister, take this magic weapon." Zhuge Buliang handed the ancient tripod to Su Yan. The ancient tripod was originally something that could not be replaced by stone. Now that the stone has turned into fly ash, the ancient tripod has naturally become ownerless.
things.
Suyan was stunned and said: "Junior brother, what is this...this is a magic weapon that is not weaker than Huangpin."
Zhuge Buliang couldn't help but give the ancient tripod to Su Yan. Although the ancient tripod was damaged, it had not lost its function. With a little sacrifice, it would definitely regain its former glory.
The two left the mountain range and came to a city in Lizhou with their swords. This city was called Tianri City. The city was full of people and bustling. Zhuge Buliang and Suyan drove for two days in a row.
Feeling hungry, I planned to stay in Tianri City and explore the direction of Yandang Mountain.
In a restaurant, Zhuge Buliang and Su Yan were sitting on the second floor near!. The reason why they chose the seat next to! was because in some novels or TV series that Zhuge Buliang had seen in his previous life, the protagonists and heroes would choose to sit next to each other when eating.
Damn! This position seems very pretentious.
A clean-up woman like Xuan Yan will attract attention no matter where she goes. The two of them were sitting in a restaurant, and they immediately attracted many stunning looks from around them.
"Junior brother, have you noticed that there are many immortal cultivators coming and going in this small town?" Su Yan took a sip of tea and whispered.
Zhuge Buliang frowned and nodded. He also discovered this. It seems that the chaos of monsters in Lizhou has even attracted some cultivators or casual cultivators from other places. After all, for cultivators, many monsters have
Everything is a good material for refining weapons and medicine.
At this moment, a young man in white clothes at the next table caught Zhuge Buliang's attention. He was sure that this man must be an immortal cultivator. Even though he tried his best to hide his aura, the weak fluctuation of true energy could not be hidden from Zhuge Buliang.
Bu Liang's spiritual consciousness. But this is not the most peculiar thing. What makes Zhuge Bu Liang the most troublesome is that this person's temperament is too ordinary. In addition to his handsome appearance, there is no trace of earthly aura in his body. He is a bit ordinary.
Monster.
As if he felt Zhuge Buliang's gaze, the young man in white gave him a cold glance, and Zhuge Buliang immediately felt a biting chill on his body.
"Master!"
Zhuge Buliang was secretly surprised and quickly looked away.
At this time, the young man in white noticed the iron sword behind Zhuge Buliang's body, Judicial Qingyun.
After dinner, Zhuge Buliang and Suyan left Tianri City. He had already found the direction of Yandang Mountain, but at this moment, a biting chill hit him from behind, as if the air had condensed.
The guqin in Suyan's arms made a crisp buzzing sound.
Zhuge Buliang suddenly turned around and saw the young man in white clothes standing behind him.
"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean?" Zhuge Buliang looked unkind.
The young man in white raised his hand and pointed at the iron sword behind Zhuge Buliang, saying: "This sword...is it a judicial power?"
Zhuge Buliang was surprised. He didn't expect that the other party would recognize Judicial Qingyun at a glance, but he still nodded: "Yes, this sword is Judicial Qingyun!"
The voice of the young man in white was a little cold: "This sword is good, I want it!"
As soon as the words fell, the figure of the young man in white suddenly disappeared from the place. It was not a real disappearance, but an illusion that the speed was extremely fast. A powerful sword intent was approaching Zhuge Buliang, and the sound of tearing could be heard in the air.
Zhuge Buliang waved his robe sleeves, and a gentle wind gently pushed Su Yan aside. At the same time, he stepped on the air step and avoided it like a phantom.
The young man in white appeared, and in his hand was a gleaming long sword.
"Leave the sword and spare your life!" The young man in white had a cold and arrogant look, his voice was cold, and the long sword in his hand pierced with a sharp edge.
Zhuge Buliang stretched out a palm, and the invisible air palm enveloped the surrounding space, blocking the sword light of the young man in white.
The young man in white clothes was so conceited that he actually approached Zhuge Buliang. A series of sword lights pierced out and shrouded Zhuge Buliang.