Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 150: Battle under the Moon (1)
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At eight o'clock in the evening, the rain for several hours finally stopped.
The moon rises from the last ray of sunset when it is about to sink into the sky. The moonlight seems to have been washed away by the rain. The moon tonight is especially clear.
Mother Lin and the others are enjoying the coolness in the courtyard, Ma Lin stared at the light in the bedroom upstairs and sighed:
"Xiao Ran went upstairs after lunch and never left the door. What's the matter?"
Qu Yi people just learn from that Hong Kong sister, and smile if they can't answer. In fact, a few hours are nothing. Although monks in the Qi training period can't fast, but they have enough food and drinking water, it is common to retreat for several years.
I just don’t know, where is Sister Lin?
The eyes of Qu Yi people are shining. Sister Sister will be the first to build a foundation among them, right?
Different from what Qu Yi people thought, Lin Luoran was not meditating. In the quiet bedroom, Lin Luoran closed his eyes, and a group of colorful lights floated in front of him. After forcibly compressed, it finally becomes a brilliant colorful glass bead.
Lin Luoran opened his eyes, carefully put away the beads, lowered his eyes for some thought, and closed his eyes again, hoping to restore the aura consumed in the body in the shortest possible time.
Little Jin opened his eyes from time to time and looked at the back mountain vigilantly. All day long, he was restless and his eyelids jumped fiercely—this is the unique spiritual sense of the Jinling Eagle family.
Unconsciously, the hour hand pointed to two o'clock in the morning, making Lin Luoran's lingering view of Houshan Qingcheng, suddenly bursting out a strong spiritual energy fluctuation, and in just a few seconds, he returned to calm.
Lin Luoran opened his eyes suddenly and confessed a few words to Xiaojin, this Diao'er's face became more solemn.
Lin Luoran opened the window and turned over and floated down, only to see Qu Yiren and Li Xi'er also get up. Such a large aura fluctuated even the two with slightly lower cultivation bases.
Seeing that Li Xier was about to call her, Lin Luoran made a booing gesture, and Lin Luoran's rare and serious voice suddenly sounded in their minds: "Stay at home, if things are not right, run quickly... …My parents and Luo Dong, Xiaojin will take care of it, so you can take care of yourself."
What Qu Yiren wanted to say, Li Xier grabbed him and nodded to Lin Luoran.
What Dad Lin said, he also developed a sense of anger. Lin Luoran's cultivation level was high and he couldn't notice it. Li Xi'er and the others didn't intend to hide from anyone, so they naturally woke him up. When Dad Lin put on his clothes and came out to see, he only saw Lin Luoran swooping up like a big bird, his clothes fluttering and disappearing into the deep forest in a blink of an eye.
Yuehua is like practicing, Li Xier's face is solemn, and she forced a smiling face:
"Uncle, I'm afraid I can't sleep tonight."
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For Lin Luoran today, the Jilishan Road is not far away. After a few steps, she can already see the upturned corner of Qingchengguan—there are people on the roof!
Lin Luoran looked up, a skinny old Taoist could not see his face clearly. The black-clothed woman stood at the other end. Needless to say, the skinny old Taoist was the master of Qingcheng. Looking at the aura fluctuations just now, the two have already played against each other.
Lin Luoran knew about her own strength and was not sure that she could hide the two of them, so she approached them generously and walked a few steps closer, only to see a few drops of blood on the corners of the black-clothed woman’s mouth. There is a trace, it seems that Qingcheng Guanzhu has the upper hand in the fight just now.
Lin Luoran feels a little loose in her heart. Maybe Lin's parents and Lin's mother will just run away tonight, so naturally it's the best.
They still had their faces torn apart after all. It was only an afternoon, they could bear it till now, and they didn't know what happened in the middle.
The woman in black laughed, the blood on the corners of her mouth was still wet, and there was a glamorous beauty in her laughter, "Here is another one, God is really saving me trouble..."
Lin Luoran ignored her, but just bowed to the Qingcheng watcher: "The younger generation is here to thank the long aisle for taking photos." In this case, it is not appropriate to be long-winded, just click on some words. It is more careful not to say than to say it.
The old way of Huizhu nodded, in exchange for a sneer from the black-clothed woman: "When is the cultivation world popular to support younger generations..." Her voice is getting lower, but it makes people want to hear the second half of the sentence clearly, Lin Luoran Thinking of the abnormal behavior of the Lin family today, she was secretly alarmed, biting the tip of her tongue, and the pain made her sober.
The scene in the original scene has changed dramatically. The whisk in the hands of the old Taoist Huizhu is a magic weapon. At this time, thousands of whiskers are clearly rooted under the moon under the instillation of spiritual power, and they all stand upright, like thousands A steel needle that makes people fearful.
After the foundation is built, the sea of energy will open and the dantian will be completed, and the spiritual energy in the cultivator will slowly be refined into spiritual power. The magic weapon must be displayed in order to truly use the power of the magic weapon itself.
The woman in black chuckled, and a black lotus flower suddenly appeared on her right hand, slowly unfolding in this month, Lin Luoran's eyes did not blink. This was the woman's magic weapon.
In this cultivation world, not everyone is a sword repairer. Lin Luoran brushed the single-headed phoenix hairpin in her palm. If there is nothing wrong with the snow sword and the two swords merge, maybe she doesn't need to worry like this?
The roof of that item is already in battle. The Huizhu Old Road's whisk is flexible and good. Between every wave, the attack range is all around the woman in black, and it will never involve any other places.
Maybe this is the strength of the predecessors in the foundation period, or the current aura of the earth, forcing them to do not waste every hit? Lin Luoran was reluctant to move his eyes, naturally because the fighting method during the foundation-building period was not common, and each style was an inspiration to her who lacked fighting experience.
The black lotus petals gradually opened, revealing the white lotus inside. The contrast between black and white was strong. Lin Luoran felt that there was another fragrance in the air. The familiarity reminded her of the black night that she found on the edge of the cliff. , It seems, it's not...
Lin Luoran shook for a moment, and a pink mist filled the body of the woman in black silently. Lin Luoran's pupils shrank, and before he could say "Be careful," the powder mist turned into a snake. Pounced towards Huizhu Old Road——Compared with the fog snake in Zou Yaowei's back alley of the Blue Bird Club, the black woman's snake was obviously more ferocious and faster, and he arrived in front of Huizhu in the blink of an eye.
Lin Luoran took a deep breath, no wonder he was familiar with it. This is clearly the same as Zou Yaowei. Is this woman in black here to avenge her? Then she can't let the people of Qingcheng view take it on her behalf...The single-headed phoenix hairpin came out with a sword. Although there is no big river here to take advantage of the water, there is always no shortage of water and air between the mountains and the night, isn't it right? When it's frosty?
Since the woman in black might be the teacher of Zou Yaowei, how could Lin Luoran feel soft.
What? You said you can't sneak attack? Shit! Whoever is a gentleman these years is a pig!
The old Tao of Huizhu obviously has an unfamiliar combat experience than Lin Luoran, and the big powder mist snake didn't even touch the corners of his Taoist robe, so he easily avoided it——
At this time, Lin Luoran's "Frost Drop" was really like the "Frost" that formed quietly at night, and it hit the back of the black-clothed woman silently.
All Lin Luoran's mind was concentrated on the sword, and seeing Zhao Jian was about to be cut on the woman in black, a strand of silver thread instantly wrapped around the sword...
Lin Luoran looked at the old Huizhu Dao who suddenly shot himself, like being struck by lightning.
The woman in black giggled, her branches trembling.
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I accidentally got a fever, my head is dizzy, and the chapters written by the sick are not satisfied. I am better tonight, and the chapters that have been changed will be added in these two days (*^__^*)