However, Xiao Nizi never gave up on taking back the Qingling Fruit that she had almost sacrificed at the expense of Hue. She finally shouted at Long Yanzhi, as if to cheer him up.
"Brother Yanzhi, come on, how could you lose to a mountain villager! Get up quickly!"
But this encouragement sounded like a great irony and insult to Long Yanzhi's ears.
"Lost? When did I, Long Yanzhi, ever lose!"
In particular, Young Master Yan Zhi did not fall down at all. Although Qingyun was strong, he was still a monk at the third level of the Yuan Hua Realm. It was easy to release his force and stabilize his body when he landed on the ground. Therefore, Long Qingdi's words really made him He was ashamed and angry.
"Yan Zhi, stop it! Fellow Taoist, please show your respect!"
At this time, Long Fushi had been looking at Qingyun intently for a long time, and as her sweet voice, as soft as the spring of March, came into his ears, the young man suddenly and horribly developed an inexplicable heart palpitation. The feeling is very strange.
"what happened?"
Of course, this palpitating feeling only flashed for a moment, and was quickly dissipated by his eyes tightening and holding his breath, but at this time, Long Yanzhi would not give up the slightest opportunity he could grasp.
Obviously, he turned a deaf ear to the words of his eldest sister. He only thought that if I couldn't beat you, a young man who had just entered the Yuan Dynasty, then he would never be able to raise his head in front of sister Qingdi again. .
As a result, the green light of the emerald green staff rose sharply. Long Yanzhi raised his spiritual power, and with a crazy attitude, he launched another fierce attack on Qingyun!
Seeing that both of them were unmoved, Long Fushi's willow eyebrows were almost wrinkled. She glanced at the black-faced Hebai who followed Long Qingdi, and she asked softly again:
"Little brother, what on earth is going on?"
"this…"
Like Qingyun, Hebai felt a little uncomfortable as soon as the sound of Long Fu's poems came into his ears. The feeling of discomfort became even stronger every time he looked at the beautiful jade pieces on his eyes and neck.
Her voice seemed to have a magical power, and it seemed to unknowingly bring out the words in He Bai's belly.
Fortunately, that feeling of discomfort can also be called a wake-up call, causing He Bai to speak but he was still stunned, hesitating and hesitating in a funny and funny way.
"Huh?"
Seeing this, Long Fushi finally exclaimed in surprise, thinking that it was very rare among his peers to encounter a strong person who "had no idea what to do". Is it possible that a junior like you also has an iron-clad heart?
He Bai's anomaly made Long Qingdi quickly take advantage of the opportunity and add more details to the story of how the two met Qingyun before he could. Oh no, it should have been an earth-shaking change!
The young master was vividly portrayed by him as a maniac who ate people without spitting out bones, and was also a cowardly young maniac. This made Long Fushi laugh out loud at this clumsy lie.
But in just such a moment, the battle between Long Yanzhi and Qingyun has reached a fierce stage!
Boom, boom, boom!
The deafening and crazy sounds are endless, and the young master is still fighting with his bare hands against Long Yanzhi who is holding an emerald long staff!
It was seen that he first used a set of quite beautiful stick techniques. When waving the long stick in his hand, it looked like a long ink jade pen, and Long Yanzhi became a famous landscape artist who painted in the air.
"Master Yan Zhi seems to be drawing a soaring dragon!"
"Nonsense, what's the look in your eyes? What Master Yan Zhi drew is clearly a giant green-scaled python!"
"I said you are all blind! Didn't you see that Master Yan Zhi is preparing a powerful spell? I guess he is preparing to use his spiritual power to transform into an ancient ferocious beast!"
Unlike the children of the Long family who were enthusiastically flattering, Long Fushi was also attracted by the two people who were fighting fiercely. Just looking at them, her slender willow eyebrows that were originally stretched out slowly wrinkled again.
"Yan Zhijiu can't attack for a long time, and he may be defeated if he doesn't succeed."
She was still thinking secretly in her heart, but the stern-faced Long Hanjian beside her had already whispered:
"I'll help him."
But before he could draw the sword in a hurry, Long Fushi's jade hand came out from the fiery red cloak and pressed it on the hilt of Long Hanjian's waist.
His expression changed, and a trace of hesitation flashed across Long Fushi's face, but after a moment he still said:
"Wait a minute, this young man is strange and extraordinary. Let's take a look. Even if Yan Zhi is defeated, there shouldn't be any danger in the short term."
At the same time, the jade pieces on Long Fushi's neck shimmered like rain and mist in the forest, which was really beautiful.
Let’s talk about the other side of Qingyun.
The most obvious characteristic of physical strength is its immense strength.
Almost all monks in this world no longer focus on cultivating the physical body after breaking through to the Yuan Hua realm, and instead specialize in cultivating the Yuanshen.
Of course, as the soul grows stronger and the realm steadily advances, the power of the physical body will also be rapidly improved, but after all, it is not as powerful as through intensive cultivation.
And it is not known whether this Long Yanzhi is born with divine power or acquired through cultivation. The momentum between his moves and styles is like wind and thunder.
What's surprising is that power players like him usually follow the path of wide open and close, and their bodies are often much bigger than ordinary people. However, this man is not only tall and thin, but also extremely agile. He is also equipped with a long emerald green staff. The power of the moves is not inferior to the spiritual transformation of ordinary Yuanhua monks!
"interesting!"
The young man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a strange red light flashed in his eyes.
At this time, he still didn't use his hidden edge, nor did he use Luo Yun's sword light. He still used his bare hands to challenge Long Yanzhi head-on.
When the long staff collided with Qingyun's fleshy palms, the originally low roar began to gradually become sharper, as if it was the sound of gold and iron like a knife and a sword.
While it cracked people's eardrums, it also made everyone gradually realize that something was wrong. The most aggrieved and horrified one among them was naturally Young Master Yan Zhi of the Long family.
This was the first time he encountered an enemy as difficult as Qingyun, and his initial attack rhythm was inadvertently disrupted by the young master.
Long Fushi's vision is very vicious. Although his stick skills are very smooth, his figure is also flexible and active. Coupled with his equally strong physical strength, he can beat Long Yanzhi's temper. nothing.
Walking between the afterimages of the long staff, Qingyun even saw the right moment and used both elbows up and down to clamp down on Long Yanzhi's long staff, as if he wanted to break it directly!
"Ahh! Don't let the little thief be so arrogant!"
Pulling out his beloved one from Qingyun's arms, Long Yanzhi's eyes were already filled with bloodshot eyes due to shame and anger. He simply threw the long staff into the air, and then divided it into nine parts, and suddenly trapped himself and Qingyun who were fighting. In it!
"Draw the ground as a prison!"
Long Yanzhi roared angrily.
"Hmph, I think you are trapping yourself in a cocoon!"
Qingyun shook his head and sneered.
Until now, both sides have used their physical strength to attack and defend each other, so I don't know Long Yanzhi's spiritual power.
If this person came up to directly challenge him with the powerful spiritual power of the third level of the Yuan Hua Realm, he might really have to use his hidden front to fight against him.
But Long Yanzhi, who looks gentle but has a bad mind, has been fighting him with the most primitive strength. What a joke, in the same realm, I have never been afraid of anyone in terms of physical strength!
The long staff was divided into nine parts and inserted into the ground, forming a dark green prison with a radius of more than ten feet. Then, strips of light like silk ribbons were shot out from the tops of each one. After converging into one point, the two of them were completely sealed. .
"Today, either you die or I die!"
Long Yanzhi looked ferocious and stared at Qingyun with gritted teeth.
"You will indeed die today."
Qingyun sneered.
In his heart, he didn't understand how a fool like Long Yanzhi could reach the Yuan Hua realm, and his state of mind was too bad.
And with the use of "painting the ground as a prison", the two of them were trapped at the same time, and Qingyun noticed that Long Yanzhi exuded a different kind of power.
Although the aura generated by this different kind of power is weak, it is very familiar to me. However, the two are fighting life and death. Qingyun has no time to think about it for the time being. He has tested Long Yanzhi before, and now it is time for him to stretch his muscles. !
But before he could summon Zang Feng, a sudden change occurred!
A strange yet familiar call quietly reached his ears again.
"Qingyun."
The voice was soft and soft at first, but full of hollowness when heard again, but even so, it was still hard to refuse.
"Dragon composes poetry?"
A trace of confusion flashed in Qingyun's eyes. He didn't understand why Long Fushi suddenly called out his name.
It's just that the word "Qingyun" seems to have a kind of magic power, and it seems to keep lingering in his mind for a long time. In the end, it becomes more and more familiar and familiar, and it makes him more and more trapped in it, and he can't extricate himself.
Until tears welled up in his eyes, Long Yanzhi and the ink jade cage disappeared into smoke. After turning into dust, they finally transformed into a figure wrapped in black gauze, which Qingyun had been thinking about for ten years.
"Sister!"
After shouting out the call that had not appeared for a long time, Qingyun froze like mud, and his eyes suddenly lost all their luster.
"Hurry up, Han Sword! This son's soul is extremely powerful. I can't completely invade his divine palace even if I use the Mysterious Sound Treasure. You only have five breaths! If you can't kill him, save Yan Zhi first, hurry!"
At this time, Long Fushi's voice was no longer as soft as when she faced Hebai and the others. She closed her eyes tightly and was sweating like rain, as if she was under great pressure.
"good!"
With a cold expression on his face, the Long Han Sword was unsheathed, and with a tap of his toes, he drove straight towards Qingyun!
However, if Long Qingdi's previous word "lose" stimulated Long Yanzhi's sensitive nerves, then Long Fushi's current word "rescue" is more like a fuse that ignites passion, completely defeating his last trace of reason!
"Hmph! Long Hanjian, I don't need your help!"
After saying that, Young Master Yan Zhi, who had his eyes raised to the sky, stopped where he was, glaring angrily, as if he was waiting for Qingyun to wake up.
"Idiot! Take the smoke cage back quickly!"
Although Long Hanjian was scolding, his tone was filled with the kind of anxiety that made him hate iron.
Whether it was Long Yanzhi's eager gaze or Long Hanjian's long sword coming, Qingyun had already forgotten everything at this time.
