Zhao Yisu's mood was full of ups and downs. He ran extremely fast and had unconsciously exceeded his previous limit. Even Jiang Yunchen, who was in the middle of the fifth grade, had to use all his power to catch up with her.
Finally, in a sea of clouds, Jiang Yunchen locked onto Zhao Yisu's figure: "Don't run away, that person didn't follow."
"I believe you. You didn't help me the whole time. Jiang Yunchen, I will remember you." Zhao Yisu said with a hint of tears.
Jiang Yunchen was speechless: "Isn't it just a head? I haven't seen any bones and corpses before."
"You don't understand! Someone took off his own head and gave it to you as a pendant! This is enough to give me three years of nightmares..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly felt a familiar consciousness coming from behind his butt. It was the seventh-grade man. The monk is chasing me!
"F*ck!" Zhao Yisu uttered two curse words and dug out her fifth-grade inner elixir. She frantically cast a few spells on the inner elixir, and the pure spiritual power contained in the inner elixir escaped. Let Zhao Yisu speed up the wind under his feet to the extreme in the shortest possible time!
run!
Run!
Run for your life!
You have to run even if you die!
She is still so young, she must not be entangled to death by a seventh-grade Shenjing Bing!
The figure in red disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Jiang Yunchen dumbfounded - so what? When I was hiding from the sixth-grade evil cultivator before, I didn't even use the trick of digging the inner elixir. Is this really the case?
Zuoqiu caught up behind him, and when he saw the red figure disappearing in the distance, surprise finally appeared on his face: "Can she still speed up? Could it be that she is not the fourth grade?"
He stopped and turned to look at Jiang Yunchen.
Before he spoke, Jiang Yunchen took the initiative to mention: "If you want to find her, you can go to Fuxi Mountain. If you can escape, a monk can't escape from the temple."
"That's right..." Zuoqiu nodded, "Hey, aren't you and her Taoist companions? Digging a hole for her?"
Jiang Yunchen raised his hand and patted his shoulder, then shook his head. The expression on his face was hesitant to speak, and finally left without saying anything.
Zuoqiu looked at his disappearing back, and a familiar picture suddenly appeared in his mind——
Thousands of years ago, when he was still a young man, his master made a bet with a ninth-grade cultivator, and lost so much that he even pawned his shoes and socks... At that time, his master was like a god to him, wandering around the six realms. I have been betting everywhere in the world and have never lost. I never thought that once I lose, I will lose so completely!
At that time, the ninth-grade major cultivator patted the master's shoulder like this, showing an expression that was hesitant to speak.
Thousands of years have passed, and he can no longer remember the person's facial features, but these eyes are silently imprinted in his mind.
"Could it be...that he?"
Zuoqiu stopped there for a long time, thinking about it again and again, and suddenly realized: Yes, it must be him! Only he can hide his cultivation and easily break through the Seven Star Pavilion! He must have accepted that Zhao Yisu as his apprentice, that's why Zhao Yisu sneered at the conditions he offered to accept his apprentice!
Yes, that's it.
Zuoqiu hammered his left hand with his right hand and stamped his feet on the spot: "Hey, I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid, I didn't see it through earlier! If I had known this, I wouldn't have forcibly accepted her as my disciple. I should have worshiped her as my disciple instead." The master is right! Since she can be favored by the Ninth Grade Great Cultivator, it shows that she has excellent talent. No wonder she can even draw talismans. She is ashamed of herself, ashamed of herself..."
Zuoqiu sighed, stamped his feet, lingered for a long time, and finally turned and left.
The Xuandan Palace has been destroyed, and his bet with others has automatically expired. His cultivation has just been promoted, and he is worried that he has nowhere to go, so let's go to Fuxi Mountain next.
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The sky was bright, and the gloomy weather in the Western Continent that was shrouded in demonic energy finally ushered in a sunny day.
Many people gathered outside Lizhou City early in the morning. The situation was initially settled. Many monks from all walks of life were about to return and were saying goodbye at the gate of the city.
After a battle of life and death, many monks have established friendships across sects. For example, Wang Polu won the admiration of many fellow Taoists for his fearlessness in life and death and his blood-shedding momentum when attacking the formation.
"Brother Polu, you are so injured, why are you leaving in such a hurry? If you stay for a few more days, I still want to have a drink with you!"
"That's right, brother Polu, I haven't seen enough of your big hammer. We agreed to go to the ring to compete. Why don't you run away in advance?"
Wang Polu: "That's... Kuanghai Hammer!"
He was lying on the shuttle boat, and his body was in tatters, which did not prevent him from quarreling with others: "Just wait, when the monk competition starts, I will beat you to death in the ring! Don't beg for mercy then. .”
"Go, go! I will be promoted to the fourth rank by then. Can you, a junior third rank, be enough for me?" The man said, "caressing" the back of Wang Polu's head: "Good son, don't think too much about going back. Your dad, practice hard, cherish your life, and let’s meet again in the world!”
"Bah, bah, bah!" Wang Polu tried to get up and fight with the opponent, but Chunxia immediately pushed him back to the board. He could only fight with the opponent with his eyes.
Dongfang Yu passed through the noisy group of people and came to the side of Suo Xingzhou and looked around.
Duanyang carried the sword on his back and looked towards him: "Brother Dongfang, I heard that you are in retreat and advanced. It seems that you have succeeded?"
Dongfang Yu: "I have just been promoted to the fourth rank. This battle has made a breakthrough in many people's mentality. Needless to say, your Wang Polu will also be promoted after he recovers from his injury."
Duanyang saw that he had been looking around and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Where's Zhao Yisu? Isn't she going back with you?"
"We were going to leave together, but we didn't see him this morning..."
As he was talking, a very fast figure flew behind him. This man was dressed in red, and he turned into a magic light at a fast speed, and appeared on the shuttle boat from a distance in the blink of an eye.
Many disciples subconsciously took out magic weapons to defend themselves, and those with quick hands had already thrown out spells.
Zhao Yisu stood firm and blocked all those spells with his backhand: "It's me."
Dongfang Yu watched her raise her hand and saw that her skill was indeed better than before: "Mid-level fourth grade? Your promotion speed is a bit scary."
It would take decades for an extremely talented monk to go from the third level to the fourth level quickly. Even he himself had been stuck in the third level Dzogchen realm for ten years, and Zhao Yisu had only... half a year, right?
If I admired Zhao Yisu before, now I admire him completely.
Zhao Yisu hid himself in the crowd and smiled awkwardly at Dongfang Yu: "Dongfang Yu? Why didn't you go to Tianjianmen and come to our shuttle boat?"
Dongfang Yu was helpless: "I heard that Master Changling asked you to propose marriage when I was in seclusion and was promoted. This was done without my consent, so I came here to apologize."
The embarrassment on Zhao Yisu's face disappeared in an instant and turned into a genuine smile. He stood in front of him generously: "I was scared to death. I thought..."
Jiang Yunchen caught up from behind: "What do you think? Do you think all men in the world admire you?"
