The first thousand two hundred and sixty chapters sit on the mountain
With Qin Fengming's current level of cultivation, he was very clear in his heart. Even if what the two of them were fighting for in the distance were those precious treasures obtained from Baihua Valley, it would be absolutely difficult for him to go up and snatch them away with his own means.
With the powerful coercion displayed by the two monks, Qin Fengming could tell at a glance that the cultivation of these two people had reached the peak of the intermediate stage of infant transformation. As long as the opportunity came, it would be impossible to break through the bottleneck of the late stage of infant transformation.
No doubt about it.
As Qin Fengming thought in his mind, the two people in the distance stopped talking. In this situation, the old woman also understood that the other party was coming for the treasure in her arms.
So when she opened her mouth, a flower basket magic weapon appeared above her head. She pointed it out with her finger, and the flower basket disappeared in a flash. When it flashed out again, it had already flown above the male cultivator's head. Speed.
It's so fast, it's like teleporting.
"Hahaha, Fairy Yao's natal magic weapon seems to be more powerful than before. It will undoubtedly take a lot of effort for me to deal with it."
Following the male monk's words, a simple shield suddenly appeared above his head. The shield was extremely black, with a thick layer of black light covering it. In a flash, the old man was covered in it.
Just when the old man offered up the shield magic weapon, the flower basket magic weapon in the air had already started to move. Under the vibration, the bright fist-sized flowers flew out from one of them and slowly fell towards the old man guarding the shield below.
They look like bright flowers falling slowly, but when they fly through the sky, they all have an extremely obvious trace of breaking through the sky.
Facing this strange scene displayed by the flower basket magic weapon, Yang Kaishan, who was under the shield, also showed a solemn look at this time. Although he said it easily, he was very cautious about the old woman in front of him.
Yang Kaishan had fought against this old woman once before. At that time, both of them were in the early stage of transforming into infants. When they fought with each other, they both used all their methods. Although Yang Kaishan was superior in skills in the end, he still failed to defeat her.
How about this old woman?
At this time, the two of them had both reached the middle stage of transforming into infants, and they fought again. Their methods at this time were already more powerful.
Faced with the attack of the old woman's natal magic weapon, Yang Kaishan did not stop after offering the shield magic weapon. Instead, he opened his mouth and a skull flew out of his mouth. In a flash, it stayed on the shield.
Above the magic weapon.
Before the flowers in the air touched the shield, the huge skull had already turned into a size of ten feet. As soon as the forest white giant mouth opened, a ball of green will-o'-the-wisps flew out of the mouth, and in a flash, it turned into a fist.
The flames attacked the flowers falling in the air.
As the flowers fell, the flowers spun at high speed out of thin air. Under the high-speed rotation of the flowers, the gorgeous petals turned into Dawson Han's sword blades, which began to hesitate as the flowers rotated.
"Bang! Bang!~~~" In a moment, the sound of explosions sounded like exploding beans on the empty mountains. The attacks from both sides actually showed a situation where it was difficult to tell the winner.
"Hmph, who is this old man? It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Yang from the Yinsha Sect. I heard that Fellow Daoist died three hundred years ago, but I never thought that Fellow Daoist's death turned out to be a smoke."
As Yang Kaishan had to sacrifice his life magic weapon to resist the opponent's powerful attack, the old woman's eyes flashed and she had already recognized the owner of the huge skeleton magic weapon in front of her.
"Hahaha, Fairy Yao has not yet passed away. How can Yang pass away first? This time he comes out of the mountain again, but he has the intention of sending Fairy Yao off first."
Seeing that the other party had recognized him, Yang Kaishan had no intention of concealing anything anymore. He immediately waved his hand and the veil on his face disappeared, revealing his original face in front of the old woman.
Humph, the old man is really arrogant. After so many years, you have not broken through the bottleneck of the middle stage of infant transformation and entered the late stage. You no longer want to do anything like him in this life. At the end of the day, you only have a hundred years left in your life. Leave more time.
Since you are no longer useful in this world, I will send you back to the West."
Although the two of them spoke fiercely, their hands never stopped for a moment. With both sides waving rapidly, four more magic weapons with huge power were displayed in the air. The two were entangled and locked in a stalemate in the air.
Two monks who were in the middle stage of transforming into infants wanted to kill each other in a matter of seconds, but neither of them had such means.
Seeing that the magic weapon was unable to make any achievements, Yang Kaishan frowned slightly. As soon as the magic formula in his body moved, a layer of black mist quickly poured out from his body, instantly wrapping his figure in it.
As the magic formula inside his body trembled, runes flew out of his mouth. As his hands flew rapidly, the black mist around him began to roll violently.
Seeing the monk in front of her perform a spell, the old woman's expression became more and more solemn. At first, she was defeated by a powerful secret technique of the monk opposite. Now when she saw the other monk perform a spell, the old woman became more vigilant.
stand up.
Without much hesitation, the old woman waved out her hands, and as soon as the wall covered her figure, it was difficult for even Qin Fengming's powerful consciousness to see the old woman's figure at this time.
"Giggle, giggle, I didn't expect that I had just escaped from trouble and met two Yingying monks. Seeing that you two are eternal enemies, I became kind. If anyone takes the initiative to recognize me as my master, I will
The Lord took action and helped him kill the other person. I wonder what you two think?"
Just when Yang Kaishan and the old woman were activating the magic power in their bodies and exerting their own powerful secret techniques, an extremely wild sound of female laughter came from the mountains in the distance.
As the sound spread, a colorful streak appeared from the mist in the distance. After a few flashes, it shot in front of the two of them.
As the colorful light faded, an extremely gorgeous woman appeared on the spot. This woman had an extremely handsome face, a beautiful nose and beautiful eyes, and her skin was as good as snow. However, she was only in her twenties.
"Ah, who are you? You are just a monk in the early stage of transforming into an infant, but you can speak so loudly."
Following Yang Kaishan's loud shout, the two people who had not yet completed the spell retracted their hand gestures and reappeared. At the same time, under the urging of their spiritual thoughts, their respective magic weapons were separated, and they were guarded by each other.
on the chest.
Faced with the sudden arrival of a monk who transformed into an infant, both parties in the fight were shocked. Although the newcomer's realm was slightly inferior, no one dared to take it lightly.
Seeing each other's beautiful face, their hearts changed rapidly. After careful consideration, neither of them had the slightest trace left. Listening to the meaning of the other's words, they were extremely arrogant. The two of them were in the middle stage of transformation, so they were naturally angry.
Not small.
The two of them have also survived for nearly a thousand years. Such a beautiful female cultivator dared to say such words to two mid-stage infant-transformation monks. With hundreds of years of experience in cultivating immortals, the two of them would not treat the female cultivator in front of them like this.
Take it as a joke.
"Keke, it doesn't matter who this master is. What's important is that only one of you two can survive. The price of survival is to recognize this master as your master. If I hadn't needed a servant at this time, the two of you would
No one can escape death."
The beautiful female cultivator looked at the two of them, her expression remained extremely calm, and she smiled slightly, as if she was telling a trivial matter that was ordinary to her.