Zhu Xianning's original surprise turned into shock, because it was not until these opportunities intertwined from invisible to tangible, from elusive to intricate that he discovered that the surroundings of the concentrating monk were already filled with countless terrifying leaf-shaped sword lights!
House of Flying Daggers!
At this point, the man finally felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
But the occurrence of this feeling instantly made him angry and angry. The spiritual energy in his body surged and the expression on his face suddenly changed color.
He seemed to be too lazy to talk nonsense. He clapped his hands violently and made a clasping gesture. The body-protecting spiritual shield instantly opened, and all the leaf-shaped sword lights were driven back in an instant.
Then with a flick of his finger, a delicate brush about a foot long was summoned out of thin air from the Jinna Ring between his fingers!
What is different from ordinary brushes is that the front end of this one is not stained with dark ink, but is similar to the one made by Long Fu Shi with the Jade Flute Galaxy, flowing with dense and full viscous spiritual power!
"Um?"
As soon as this thing came out, Zhu Xianning suddenly let out a light hum.
At the same time, the concentration monk was like swiping ink, and within the reach of his spiritual power, the plants on the ground broke through the ground and grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, dozens of vines as thick as an ordinary human thigh were formed, rushing towards Hebai!
These vines were menacing, and they were covered with bloodthirsty spikes that could reflect light. It was obvious at first sight that they were not easy to mess with. He Bai suddenly jumped up when he saw this, and then shouted:
"Bitter Bamboo Qingming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light that had been blocked by the concentrating cultivator outside the body-protecting spirit shield changed into a dark brown color. At the same time, they overlapped and merged, and soon turned into several huge bamboo leaves, slashing straight down towards the vines.
Unexpectedly, those vines seemed to be harder than fine iron. Not only did his attack fail, the vines seemed to have spirituality, and they stood up together with He Bai's high jump!
If he was choked by this thing, the black-faced boy would definitely be riddled with holes.
Soon enough, an ink-like sword light streaked across the sky, and several of those thick vines were suddenly cut off!
If you look carefully at the fracture, it is filled with gray and white, and a vicious death energy is constantly eating away at the life on it.
Qingyun, Luo Yunjian!
It's a pity that the concentration monk is indeed very powerful, or his brush is also a good treasure. Qingyun's Luoyun Sword contains immortal punishment and unicorn purple energy, and has natural restraint on plants with abundant vitality.
Even so, he could only cut off a few vines with his own strength. Some of the remaining vines were nailed to the ground by the giant bamboo leaves transformed by Crane White Bitter Bamboo Qingming, and the rest were bombarded by the young master. On the body.
Fortunately, Qingyun's physical body was comparable to that of a monk in the Concentration Realm. After receiving such a heavy blow, he only flew several feet in the air and didn't even spit out blood after landing.
The young master and He Bai looked at each other for a moment, and they could see sincere appreciation and admiration in each other's eyes.
Especially Qingyun, after taking a closer look, he felt that the true spiritual power in Hebai was becoming more and more restrained, replaced by the vigorous and smooth spiritual power and swordsmanship.
This is completely opposite to what he has taken.
"Okay, little friend of the Chong family, let's stop here."
"Zhu...Zhu Alchemist?"
The concentration monk was about to use his brush to control the vines to attack Qingyun, but at this moment, Zhu Xianning came from behind the crowd and landed in front of him gracefully.
Apparently he knew Fei Lao's beloved disciple, the Jade Pot Alchemist Zhu Xianning. When he saw him, he immediately put away his pen and the vines dropped to the ground.
"stop!"
The monk Ning Shen shouted loudly, but after waiting for a moment, he did not hear a response. When he turned his head to look, his pupils suddenly shrank and his complexion turned livid.
I saw several Yuanhua Realm monks who had originally besieged Chongguan and Gaoling Sect. At this time, they fell to the ground, with blood on their hands and wrists, and they all seemed to have lost their fighting power!
"Could these two people be monks from the outside world!"
Originally a junior in the middle stage of the Yuan Hua Realm, he felt that he had lost face by forcing him to use the secret techniques passed down from home.
Unexpectedly, in just a few dozen breaths of effort, another young man who was also in the middle stage of Yuanhua easily defeated six monks of the same realm!
It’s even “stop to the point” and “no harm to life”!
This can only be described as incredible!
Suppressing the shock in his heart, he quickly removed the protective spirit shield, and at the same time put the brush back into the Jinna Ring, then hurriedly stepped forward and saluted:
"Junior Chongdun has met Master Zhu."
"Chongdun...your 'Modian Chunlin' skill looks quite impressive. Are you a descendant of Xuanhe?"
"Exactly! Master Zhu has a sharp eye! Chongxuanhe is the junior great-grandfather!"
"Oh? Haha, fellow Taoist Xuanhe gave me seven or eight little devils to help me discipline. You should be among them, right? In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred years have passed, and you have all grown up!"
"Master Zhu has such a good memory!"
The two of them were polite, and the monk named Chongdun seemed to quickly get closer to Zhu Xianning. However, after they had barely said a few words, Zhu Xianning abruptly brought the topic back.
"Chongdun, you are also a senior in the Concentration Realm. How could you instruct your servants to humiliate two juniors who are not in the Yuan Hua Realm for no reason?"
These words shocked Chongdun, and seeing that the group of people following him were obviously in the same group as the black-faced and white-faced sword cultivators, he suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart and hurriedly explained:
"Master Zhu, you misunderstood! That person is a disciple of my Chong family. Because of the family's order, during the Ascension to Heaven meeting, no trade with outside monks is allowed without authorization. Violators will not only have their income confiscated, but also need to be punished, so I..."
"Chongguan...Hey, why didn't I expect..."
There was no need for Chongdun's advice. Zhu Xianning looked stunned at first, and then showed a little bit of shame.
"Even if it is punishment, there is no need to humiliate people so much, right? So many traumas..."
As he spoke, Zhu Xianning's eyebrows knitted together. He kept pinching his goatee as if his mood was getting worse.
At this time, Qingyun and Hebai came to Chongguan. He first nodded slightly towards Gaolingzong, then took out several pills and forcibly fed them to Chongguan, and asked with concern:
"Brother Chong, are you okay?"
The young master can see that Chongguan did not suffer any fatal injuries as Zhu Xianning said, and even the Gaoling Sect, which was struggling to support him, was not a problem.
But his injuries were very serious, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He looked funny and ridiculous. Qingyun could guess what Chongdun was thinking with his toes.
It was just the feeling of resentment and humiliation. After being moved and thinking about it, Chongguan finally managed to squeeze out a smile, shook his head and said it was all a misunderstanding.
"Misunderstanding? You've been beaten like this and you still call it a misunderstanding?!"
He Bai is a straight-tempered person who talks casually.
"Tell me, what on earth is going on?"
Qingyun simply turned around and asked Gao Lingzong on the side.
After taking a look at the evil spirit in front of him, Gao Lingzong shuddered and quickly spoke out.
What left everyone speechless was that the story was indeed as Chongdun said. Chongguan rented a stall privately and broke the rules by selling goods.
But the major families and even the entire sect turned a blind eye to this kind of thing, otherwise the Dengtian Society would not have to be open to the public at all.
But Chongdun Lion opened his mouth and tripled the amount of water that was originally "turned over" to the family. Chongguan suddenly couldn't get so many spiritual stones and credits, so he played into his hands and was severely repaired. pause.
The key is that most of the goods sold by Chongguan are "increased production and reduced efficiency, low-profile versions" jointly refined by Qingyun and Long Fushi, and the prices are already low.
It was even more impossible for him to hand over all the income that originally belonged to the young master to the other party. In the end, he just received a heavy beating from Chongdun and others.
"We wanted to sneak away quietly, but unexpectedly these people had already targeted us and set up an ambush outside the city in advance."
Gao Ling Zongji was fine, but he seemed to be frightened. Even though it was obvious that the savior had arrived, he couldn't help but pat his chest hard.
I don’t know if he could survive three episodes if he was put in Kyushu with his courage.
"Then why are you here?"
After listening to his story, Qingyun's tone remained unchanged and he asked coldly.
"Qing...Brother Qingyun, Lingzong is my friend. He also contributed a lot when the elixir was put up for sale."
Chongguan had heard about the feud between the Gao family and his son, and he quickly explained.
Qingyun nodded when he heard this. It was not that he disliked the Gaoling Sect, but he felt resentful that Chongdun deliberately humiliated his friend.
At this time, Zhu Xianning, who had been silent, spoke:
"It was my dereliction of duty."
He didn't know who he was talking to, but Zhu Xianning immediately turned his attention to Chongdun, who was beginning to look uneasy.
"Chongdun..."
His eyes seemed calm, but his tone was like a calm before a storm.
"Junior is here."
"This is your Chong family's business. I shouldn't have to deal with it, but Chong Guan is my student. I hope fellow Taoist Miaoyan and your Chong family can give me some face."
"Master Zhu, you are serious in your words. I will definitely bring your words to my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, and say goodbye."
Chongdun's concession made Zhu Xianning's storm no chance to fall. In fact, he was very lucky. Looking at Master Zhu's ugly face, if he had ordered someone to take a heavy blow earlier, I am afraid that even if they could go back alive now, they might not be able to. Just go back "alive".
Thinking of this, he became even more humble as he bowed and saluted.
Even when he retreated to a group of injured Chong family disciples, he did not forget to smile at Qingyun and Hebai. After calmly treating their wounds, he bowed respectfully to Zhu Xianning and cupped his fists. Leave.
"Ha, although this guy's strength is average, he is tough-minded and has a deep city. He is quite a character."
Hebai danced a beautiful sword flower with his long sword and commented in a serious manner, but just as he was about to put the sword into its sheath, he squatted down out of curiosity.
"Hey, such a thick rattan was not transformed by spiritual power! Could it be that it was born just now?"
"This is one of the secret arts of the Chong family. Their family has an ancient inheritance and is good at cultivating and manipulating spiritual plants in Zhijing Cave."
Zhu Xianning gave a brief introduction and then said:
"Don't cut it down, little friend. This kind of vine is difficult to damage with gold and iron. I see that the bamboo and stone swordsmanship is also full of vitality. It may be difficult to cut the weeds and eradicate them. Let Qingyun do it."
"Okay Master Zhu."
Qingyun nodded, and immediately used the Luo Yun Sword, which contained Kirin Purple Qi, to completely cut off the vines that were twitching randomly due to no one's control, sucking them dry.
"Of course, I don't mean that the bamboo and stone swordsmanship is not good. There are too many things in the world that are mutually reinforcing and interfering with each other. Even ordinary fire can burn them out. Naturally, it does not mean that the flames are more powerful."
Zhu Xianning pinched his beard and smiled again, making the young man wonder whether this guy was afraid of offending Wan Congfang.
Ding Ding~: To be honest, I never thought about writing about Long Aotian, the growth history of a young man, his experience of family, friendship, love, and the joys and sorrows of the world, that's all.
