Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure: 155|154.1
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The purple-clothed Taoist stared at the rune for a long time, and was about to rub it off, but saw that the group of chased-out cultivators quickly returned to him.
His expression was condensed, and the pressure was like prison. Without talking, he caused cold sweat to overflow from the foreheads of the several cultivators. He immediately said: "Go to the head, the formation of the big formation was changed by the cultivator, and now we are also temporarily Unable to go out, you can only wait for Elder Song to crack. He said that if you want to break the formation forcibly, you must be responsible for repairs."
It’s not that I don’t want to break the formation forcibly, but Elder Song, the leader of the Ziyun Taoist talisman formation, never agrees to break it out. He was born in the royal family and knew that if the talisman formation was forcibly broken, he would rebuild it. The cost is almost waiting for reconstruction, and it will not be available for a while, not to mention that even though there are nearly half-spiritual relics on the north, southeast, southeast continents, the spiritual relics of Ziyun Dao are still tense, and each branch and vein has a strict quota. In order to use this big formation, at least one year's worth of Jin Guo must be filled in.
"I know," the purple-clothed Taoist nodded slightly and asked faintly, "The son of Taiqing who saved people before, can you see the seal clearly?"
The headed cultivator immediately said: "According to his subordinates, there is a lamp in the white lotus rune of the young man. The meaning of the white lotus is extremely pure and cannot be faked."
"It turned out to be Xie Chuandeng's line," the purple-clothed Taoist nodded, "Get down."
"Yes!" The cultivator of the **** of transformation left immediately, leaving only the Taoist in purple clothes to stay in place, as if he had formed his own world.
After a while, an elderly monk with long beards and white eyebrows flew in front of him, but he did not say hello to the ground and touched the circle again, looking at the rune modified by Feng Qingxiu, his eyes were raised. Bright, intoxicated, he couldn't help but nod: "Good way! Good way! It's so mysterious, don't lose the real pattern!"
The purple-clothed monk faintly said: "Naturally, that is the pulse of Taiqing."
"Are you blaming the undercover disciples I sent for failing to come back?" The white-browed monk sneered, "Come on, Xie Chuandeng used to lose his thousand-year cultivation base in order to steal the law, and swallowed the old Tanghou and mixed into Kun Lai. , But learned the entire Feilai Peak formation from Kun-Lai, but the result? He worked hard for decades and wrote more than 4 million sets of formations, but he could not find even a mantle disciple, even the foundation of Feilai Peak. I couldn't find any spiritual things. The drawings of the few houses left before his death were hard to look at. His own son, Xie Shouqing, was ridiculed by his incompetence and committed suicide. There was only one grandson left in the line of passing the lamp, and he was so angry that he could not get out of the mountain. How strong can it be?"
Understanding the Taoist intention of Taiqing Bailian, and possessing the unique knowledge of the formation technique is another way to pass the light. I want to come to his unknown grandson. Alas, he wants to swallow the rejuvenation pill and go to Kun-Lai for undercover, but unfortunately, although the rejuvenation pill can be rejuvenated, it will damage the spiritual roots, and its life span will be lost proportionally. His life is extremely limited. I won’t live for more than ten years after getting off. I guess I can’t finish learning a corner on Feilai Peak, let alone bake at the outer door for twelve years.
The purple-clothed monk is silent.
"Think about the actual way," Elder Song sighed, and continued to look at the formation with yearning. "It seems that Xie Chuandeng's grandson has inherited his mantle. I don't think you need to chase that Zhao boy anymore. Think of a way to bring this to me to ask for advice, then I won’t ask you for the formation magic artifact next year."
"You said that Zhao Hao got the Kun-Lai ruins back then, and there are manuscripts of the formation of the Xing Dao master." Brother Zi Ji said helplessly.
"It's all six hundred years old. You don't even know the formation of Kun-Lai over the past 100 years... Well, forget it, you don't understand the formation." Elder Song didn't want to make trouble. Professionals talk about professions, and continue to turn their heads and obsessively, this is the formation and talismanology from Kun-Lai! As a formation repairer, he has already admired the Xing Dao master to the extreme, "Also, take care of your daughter, how many times have you let Zhao Hao go?"
"Finally, I will try my best to negotiate with the Taiqing faction." The Brother Ziyi sighed slightly, but then he thought about it. Recently, I have never heard of the Taiqing Chuandeng line reopening the mountain. I want to come to the grandson of Xie Chuandeng to go out, Taiqing Don't know? No wonder he wanted to catch Zhao Hao--if he had a chance, could he be brought in?
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Although there is a chase, Feng Qingxiu is confident when the circle is opened and closed. Even the master of the circle will take some time
"Name?" Feng Qingxiu asked the young man he had captured at the foot of Chongnan Mountain.
"Why should I tell you?" The young man looked at him sideways. His high nose was perfectly curved, his eyebrows were deep, sharp, and his energetic eyes were black and white. The evil face can also make countless girls startled.
"I saved you." Feng Qingxiu said lightly.
"I beg you to help?" Qing Young snorted and said proudly, "If it weren't for your kid, I would have run away."
"If you don't say anything, I will send you back and escape again." Feng Qingxiu smiled and raised her hand, her fingertips filled with invisible sword energy, exuding terrifying pressure.
"Come on, see if you are willing to save me. There must be a reason to save me. If I don't say anything, I can go." The young man patted his butt, got up from the ground, checked his equipment, and found that there was no If it is lacking, only the back is left, "Thanks for the great grace, no need to see you again."
Feng Qingxiu tilted her head, thinking that she was Kun-Lai’s senior brother, no matter how the other party got Kun-Lai’s core inheritance, they would be regarded as Kun-Lai’s outer disciples. Then, educate yourself The Way of Childhood is not only what it should be, but it is also quite right.
When the invisible sword came out, the young man seemed to be frivolous, but in fact he was fully on guard, the long sword was out of the sheath, bringing out a cold autumn water, and his cultivation level suddenly turned into a god.
But it was just a sword dodge, and the magic weapon on the young man's body had screamed nearly a hundred times, causing his face to change slightly-this means that the opponent has at least nearly a hundred swords that can injure him at this moment. If it weren't for him to have that special magic weapon body.
"Stop!" The young man couldn't help shouting, "What kind of skill is this magic weapon, dare you come with a real sword?"
This superb magic weapon can withstand a moment of time for a monk in the same way. It is the biggest reliance on which he hasn't died for so many years, but it takes time to recover the consumption. If it is used up all at once Consuming, this magic weapon can be useless, but the opponent's invisible sword energy is too sharp and weird. In such a moment, the magic weapon is almost exhausted!
Feng Qingxiu curled her lips slightly, retrieving the incomparably sharp Heaven Demon sword aura, using her finger as a sword, and posing in a pleased pose.
The young man thought to himself that this guy must be an old monster monk’s young baby who just came out of the nest, so he was easily aroused into the trap, but he likes it! He stared at the opponent intently, suddenly raised his hand, swiped the long sword, changed his body shape, and quickly passed the opponent, folding his right wrist, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the enemy's neck.
Feng Qingxiu's fingertips gently touched his blade, drew flowers from the side to avoid the blade, the other side followed the trend, and the left hand drew a small sword from the hilt and moved it close to his body. Draw to the waist, the small sword is as light and cold as a snake, and when it draws out, it brings out a weird whistle, following a trajectory that conforms to the way of heaven. If you don't avoid it, you can easily cut a person into two.
Feng Qingxiu did not move the fingertips of the sword, raised her thumb, and changed it to a twist. The young man dragged it down, ignoring the great strength of his sword, and the last hair came first, like pulling a ribbon. The long sword was drawn to the trajectory that the little sword was about to traverse.
The youth's expression changed, and he couldn't bear his own double-sword self-attack, kicked his right knee on his wrist, and forced the small sword into a thorn while turning, avoiding the double-sword attack, and continued to poke his kidneys away.
Feng Qingxiu's expression did not change, but she pulled the long sword downwards. If the opponent didn't stop her hand, her arm would definitely be pulled and broken.
The young man frowned, abandoning the sword with his left hand and retracting, but the small sword still stabbed under the control of his spiritual thoughts, and with his left hand retracted, it came out like a poisonous snake one after another, and pointed it into a sword, bombarding it. on.
Feng Qingxiu raised her eyebrows, closed her left hand and made a fist, flashed in the air, and directly hit the bridge of the opponent's nose.
The young man took a big step back and stood still. Before he recovered, he was tapped on his neck with his fingertips.
"Let go!" The young man waved his hand angrily, "It's great for you to come to the door, if you want to kill or kill you, I don't have anything, and I don't have a map. I don't know the ruins. Soul search is ineffective for me. Everyone knows that there is a kind of bite me!"
"What's your name." Feng Qingxiu asked calmly.
"Why should I tell you!" The young man looked at him through his nostrils.
So Feng Qingxiu beat him again.
"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu still asked calmly.
"I, why should I tell you!" The young man wiped off his nosebleeds, showing indifference with his swollen nose and swollen face.
Feng Qingxiu had to beat him again.
"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu asked calmly.
"I, I won't tell you!" the young man gritted his teeth.
Feng Qingxiu raised her hand again, and the young man reflexively protected his head, but found that the other party just stroked his broken hair: "Can you just use a pseudonym? I just want you to say Just talk by name."
The young man suddenly raised his head and glared at him for a long time before he said in irritation, "Don't you all know my pseudonym Zhao Hao?"
Feng Qingxiu nodded, indicating that she knew: "Then, where did you learn your mind?"
"Random cultivators are all incomplete exercises in the ruins, do you really know or not?" The young man looked at him strangely.
"Where are the ruins?" Feng Qingxiu asked.
"It's ruined, and I automatically collapsed when I came out." The young man lowered his head with a sad expression, and wiped his tears naturally and skillfully.
"Take me to see." Feng Qingxiu felt that if he could know where the ruins were, chances were that what the master was looking for would also have whereabouts. This news might be more reliable than Yunshan City.
The youth frowned: "I said it was ruined, don't you believe it?"
"Believe, but just take a look." Feng Qingxiu looked at his panda eyes and gave him a delicate bottle, "Swelling cream, rub it."
"Who knows if you are a poison/drug." The young man named Zhao Hao looked at him vigilantly.
Don't forget it, Feng Qingxiu withdrew her hand. There is really no trust between people in Zhongzhou.
When he retracted his hand, he revealed a faint sea character on the medicine bottle, which made the young man's eyes gleam, and immediately stretched out his hand to grab it: "It hurts so much. Give me a wipe!"
This is a good thing. I saw it in Yueyan before. I heard that it is the top grade Wufengyu Xue Gao from Xizhou. It can be used externally or taken internally. It has a miraculous effect on the treatment of dark injuries to the body meridians. It was personally passed on by her Ziyun Dao. The identity was only given to such a small bottle, and this guy actually took it out directly... Zhao Hao's vision of Feng Qingxiu immediately changed, and even the cordial smile on his face switched to a natural perfection.
This is not a young child, it is obviously a fat sheep!