Humanity’s Great Sage Chapter 144: Li Baxian, Feng Yuechan

In the core circle of the battlefield, the second-rank Zongmen Danxinmen is stationed, and on a mountain peak in the back mountain, there is a rock that protrudes like a flying eagle, called the Eagle Flying Stone. On the Eagle Flying Stone, a figure sits there, this person is white The close-fitting gown with red cloud embroidery on the bottom outlines the slender figure extremely sturdy, with snow-white silver hair, looking at his age, he looks like thirty, but his eyes are full of vicissitudes.

He sat on the Eagle Flying Stone, with one leg bent and the other drooping in the air, with a wine gourd beside him.

Looking at the sunset in the west, the man squinted slightly, reached out and grabbed the wine gourd next to him, raised his head and drank, but there was no wine in the gourd, and he just drank lonely.

The young man in white clothes and white hair shook the gourd and sighed leisurely.

At this moment, his eyes lit up, and he looked at a flash of light flying from below, hehe smiled: "The wine is coming!" Then he waved at the flash of light.

After a while, the light of escape fell to his side, revealing the figure of a charming and lovely girl.

The girl has a slender figure, wearing a green dress, and her hair is tied into two ponytails. As soon as she shows up, she smiles at the young man with a pear vortex on the corner of her mouth.

"Senior brother!" the girl shouted crisply.

"What Senior Brother!" The young man stared, "Calling Uncle Master!"

"Oh?" The girl tilted her head and looked at him, a sly light flashed in her beautiful eyes: "Are you sure?"

The young man said sternly: "The seniority can't be messed up. Your father is my senior brother, so of course you have to call me uncle."

The young girl put her hands on her back, stepped on the empty space with one foot, and was about to walk away, squinting at the young man: "Then you can think about it, the senior brother only drinks, and as for the uncle... stay where it is cool. ."

"Senior Sister Chan'er, you are so naughty!" The young man reprimanded seriously.

The girl named Chan'er then snorted, retracted her feet, and took out several wine jars from the storage bag. The young man hurriedly opened one, sniffed the smell, and raised his brows: "Good wine! "

I grabbed the wine jar and took a few sips. I burped the wine contentedly, and asked casually, "What's the point of this wine? It's a little old."

While pouring the wine she brought into the youth's wine gourd, the girl said casually: "My mother buried the wine in the bamboo forest."

The young man was stunned and looked at Chan'er stupidly: "Isn't this your dowry? You are too courageous, if you let your mother know..."

Chan'er giggled: "If you don't tell me, I won't tell, how would my mother know."

The young man looked at Chan'er with a tangled face, then looked at his wine gourd, raised his head and took a few sips. Anyway, he was used to being beaten since he was a child. As long as he did not leave the Lingxi battlefield, the old man would The witch will never think about what to do with herself...

"Senior brother, when will you marry me?" Chan'er put on the wine and sat in front of the young man, asking with a serious face.

"Cough, cough..." The young man coughed violently, wiped his mouth, and reprimanded the girl: "What nonsense? I'm your uncle!"

The girl tilted her head and pointed her red lips: "That night thirty-two years ago, you kiss..." She doesn't look like much, but in fact she is skilled in beauty, and she can't be seen from the outside. age.

"Shut up!" The young man looked flustered, and the thief looked left and right with a guilty conscience, "I told your mother to hear, can I still live? And I was still young at that time..."

At that time, she was only a few years old. Thanks to her being able to remember it so clearly, the past is unbearable!

"Then don't talk about it." Chan'er looked at the young man with a smile, and stretched out her hand and pulled it on her lips, as if her mouth was sewn up.

The young man immediately had a headache. After being with each other for so many years, he knew the girl's temperament.

He sighed: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Chan'er smiled and said: "Then I said, you want to marry me!"

"Shut up!" The young man turned around abruptly, leaving his back to the girl.

"You also don't listen to the Jade Blood Sect?" Chan'er's voice sounded from behind.

The young man turned his head, his expression became solemn, his mouth wriggled a few times, and finally said astringently: "Are you going to be deposed? It's almost time to count."

Chan'er shook her head, her big eyes curved into a crescent shape: "The Jade Blood Sect may not need to be deposed."

"What do you mean?" The young man frowned. He hadn't recruited disciples for thirty years. The Jade Blood Sect was on the verge of being deposed. After two months, the sect grade evaluation will begin. This kind of evaluation cannot be interfered with by manpower. After 30 years of support, the Jade Blood Sect has gradually dropped from the first rank to the ninth rank. This time, it is impossible to keep the name of the sect.

"I heard, I just heard that Tang Lao had recruited a disciple half a year ago, but he was attacked on the way back, and then Tang Lao had no choice but to send him to the Lingxi battlefield. Now, this little guy named Lu Yiye has already cultivated at the fifth level and is rushing to the Jade Blood Sect."

Before Chan'er finished speaking, the young man stood up with a look of shock and disbelief on his face: "The old man has accepted an apprentice?"

"It seems so!"

"Where did the news come from, can you confirm it?"

"I don't know where the source is, but now the news has spread and many people know."

"It spread?" The young man frowned and whispered: "Not good!"

Speaking like this, a layer of sword light was wrapped around his body and he broke through the air.

"Remember to marry me!" Chan'er shouted from behind, and there was no response, she snorted softly: "In a hurry, don't ask where you are."

Having said that, he still sent a message to the youth, explaining in detail the information he had.

The next moment, a loud shout came from the front: "You are not allowed to leave the sect without order, Li Baxian, what do you want to do, ah!"

The voice fell down while screaming, not knowing what happened.

On the Eagle Flying Stone, the girl named Chan'er also stood up, pondered for a while, and said to herself, "Sacred Fire Cult, Jinyunlou, Bailiangu, which one should I go to? Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it!"

Looking around to see that no one was there, she took off one of her embroidered shoes, threw them into the sky, and looked at the tip of the shoe when she landed: "This direction, Bailian Valley? Then go to Bailian Valley. ."

Having said this, he raised his hand and threw a towel towel, and the towel immediately rose against the wind and turned into a spiritual tool with a radius of several meters. Chan'er flew onto the towel and flew away.

The voice that sounded before quickly sounded again: "Senior Sister Yuechan, where are you going?"

"Dodge, dodge!" Chan'er waved her hand unceremoniously.

"Ah ya ya..." The voice called out again and fell down.

After a while, a figure climbed up from the ground in dismay, looking at the direction in which the towel was leaving, like a mourning concubine.

The guard envoy and the deputy envoy ran away together. For so many years, Danxinmen has never seen such an outrageous thing happen.

This is a big deal!

He hurriedly sent out a message, and asked many of his fellow sects to guard important places in various places. He even opened the defense formation to prevent foreign enemies from taking the opportunity to invade. At the same time, he sent a message to Kyushu to inform the sect of what happened.

Two days later, in the inner circle of the battlefield, where the Bailian Valley was stationed, the Zongmen protection formation was opened, and the guard who sat here looked at the figure of the woman in the sky with resentment: "Feng Yuechan, what are you doing!"

But he could only hide in the protective formation and roar, and would never dare to run out to provoke him.

Without him, the woman flying in the sky is the top of the Lingxi list.

And it's an old oil who has occupied the top spot for more than ten years.

It's not because Feng Yuechan has a heaven-defying talent for cultivation. Her talent is not bad, but it's not enough for her to occupy the top spot for more than ten years.

The main reason is that this woman has been dragging her own cultivation base and not promoted. More than ten years ago, she opened her spiritual aperture to three hundred and sixty. Everyone thought she was going to be promoted to the Yunhe realm. However, more than ten years have passed. Well, she just didn't get promoted.

More than ten years of precipitation in the Lingxi realm made her possess more pure spiritual power than ordinary people. That's all, the key point is that this woman is still a practitioner...

Without improving her cultivation, she went to study magic techniques. As a result, the strength of this woman became stronger every year. Since she took the top spot more than ten years ago, she has not come down again.

There are rumors that there are hundreds of spells she is proficient in.

The average Lingxi ninth-level practitioner can master a dozen or twenty spells at most, and there may only be a few spells that they are good at. If you compare them, you can see the horror of this woman.

It's not a good thing to get stuck in her own cultivation and not be promoted, especially for a highly talented cultivator like Feng Yuechan, as her age increases, her potential will gradually decrease. affect future achievements.

You must know that people of her generation are basically in the Cloud River Realm, and even a few are in the True Lake Realm.

So even though she has been occupying the top spot in the Lingxi rankings, no sect cultivator wants to squeeze her down, and the price to pay is too high.

The Lingxi Ranking is an extremely fair list~IndoMTL.com~ is self-generated by the Lingxi Battlefield and is not artificially arranged, so even if a female cultivator of the second-rank sect has always occupied the top position, those first-rank sects None of the monks who came from the door questioned her strength.

In the past ten years, when the genius monks of the major sects have been promoted to the ninth-layer Lingxi level, most of them will choose to break through as much as possible and leave the Lingxi battlefield. Some don't look good.

Just now, the cultivators in the Bailian Valley deeply learned the strength of the leader of the leaderboard. After a few techniques were used, the resident defense formation hummed loudly. You must know that although the Bailian Valley is only a fourth-rank sect, But forty years ago it was a product.

Because I was killed too many times by a certain sect, I fell from the first rank to the fourth rank. The hundred-legged worm dies and does not stiffen. The Hundred Refinements Valley still has a strong heritage.

However, at this moment, a sect's station was blocked by one person, and all the monks in the Bailian Valley were shivering while hiding in the protective formation, showing the powerful deterrence of the top leader of Lingxi.

Faced with the doubts below, the girl Feng Yuechan responded that it was a fireball the size of a house. Compared with Feng Yuechan's fireball technique, Dong Shuye's fireball technique was simply the difference between a grandson and a grandfather.