She waved goodbye to everyone and smiled at Mu Yan, who kept looking back at her sword. It wasn't until a few rays of rainbow light disappeared from the sky that she looked back and glanced around, unexpectedly encountering many unkind glances.
Seeing her looking over, these people hurriedly looked away and looked away, as if they had just looked at each other inadvertently.
The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth, so we can only take one step at a time.
When the moon rose above the willow trees, Yunli was still trudging through the streets of the city carrying a knife. He followed the man who was about to move out of Jinye Pavilion. He drank pot after pot of tea before she walked out of the city gate.
The city is full of people from Ye's Trading Company. It would be too disrespectful to Ye's to take action directly in the city. But looking at her like this, she won't be able to leave Tianyun City in a short time.
The people who followed left one after another and went back to their homes for the time being. Yunli also took out a wooden house and placed it on the street and began to rest.
Some of the monks who didn't go back couldn't help but be surprised that they still had time to sleep. Shouldn't she be rushing to Taiyi Sect day and night?
Meimei had a good sleep, and after breakfast the next day, Yunli was energetic and walked hard out of the city with a knife. Fortunately, he practiced Kung Fu every day and did not suffer any symptoms of back pain from excessive exercise.
As she walked tremblingly, she thought, such a beautiful knife needs a nice name. What should it be called?
Little fan?
Not domineering enough.
Peach Blossom Knife? Peach Blossom Short Sword?
Isn't it too straightforward?
The peach tree wards off evil spirits, should it be called an evil-proof knife?
Her brows knitted together, but she still felt that something was wrong. It was so difficult to name it. Should such a beautiful knife really be called evil spirits? It made her act like a ghost-catching Taoist priest, "Well, it seems like I am a Taoist priest."
Shaking his head, he looked sideways at the knife on his shoulder. Under the sunlight, the peach red color was even clearer, like the peach rouge carefully made by the master. The silver luster of the knife tip was not cold against the warm peach color. , revealing a calm sophistication.
After looking at it for a long time, her eyes were full of peach color. She seemed to have peach blossoms flying down, like a dream. The faint silver light flashed out of the peach blossoms, and the petals were shattered wherever they passed. After that, the silver light was once again hidden in the soft peach blossoms.
Yunli's eyes lit up, "Meng Zhan, dreamy and decisive, hmm, that's a good name, it's called Dream Sword!"
When the moon crept up again, she finally came to the city gate. Looking at the closed city gate, she was not anxious at all. She took the house with her and rested wherever she went. It was not too convenient.
Now she is not in a hurry to return to Taiyi Sect. She will have to make tea for Mo Huai in a boring way. It is better to let her carry the dream-killing knife outside. At least she can exercise.
Moreover, there were a bunch of foundation-building Qi-training monks around who were ready to attack her. When she thought that a lot of spirit stones were coming towards her, she really wanted to rush out of the city gate immediately and wait for them to come and rob her.
The next day, under the expectation of both parties, Yunli had not yet stepped out of the sight of the city gate guards. Her face was sallow, and her cheeks were as thin as a piece of skin sticking to the bones. The sword of a seventh-level male Qi practitioner fell on her. the front.
Yunli was confused, brother, were you sucked dry by the goblin?
The monks are nourished by spiritual energy all year round. Regardless of their age, they are full of energy and light in their steps. It is really rare to see such a heavy-smoking addict.
"Hand over the storage bag, please don't-"
Although there were many doubts in her heart, the movements in her hands were unambiguous. Before the man could finish his harsh words, she threw the dream-killing knife away, rushed over and punched the man on the bridge of his nose.
After knocking the person into a trap, she sealed his spiritual veins in two or two strokes. After taking off the other person's storage bag, she carried Zhan Meng and continued walking, not forgetting to say goodbye to the 'addict' lying on the ground: "Don't worry. The acupuncture points will be healed after a cup of tea. Welcome to visit us next time.”
The battle ended too quickly, and she didn't even have time to pull out the storage bag. The eyes of the other followers twitched, and they wanted to retreat. Although this girl was a seventh-level Qi practitioner, she was extremely strong. In addition, she bought this weapon. Dao, I'm afraid I don't have many spiritual stones left on me.
However, seeing Yunli's swaying steps, like an old lady with bound feet walking on a mountain road, it was shaky and wobbly, giving people the feeling that they would fall down the next moment. Everyone couldn't help but rekindle their fighting spirit. As long as the speed was fast enough, It's easy to succeed in a sneak attack, just in case she still has spirit stones.
A ninth-level qi-training monk was the first to take action. The bright fireball hit Yunli's vest. She stumbled, ducked to get past the fireball, and the dream-killing knife slid along her shoulder to the ground.
There were fireballs coming from behind. In addition to the fireballs, there were also various spells such as wind blades, sword energy, etc. Others felt that they could not wait any longer, so they launched a tacit siege. Without the sword, Yunli's whole body was as light as a swallow, as light as a swallow. Jump away with a light jump.
A quarter of an hour later, the monks were lying on the ground in a mess, all with bruises and swollen faces. Yunli picked up the dream-slaying knife and turned around unsteadily, "I still have to walk for a long time, don't be in a hurry, you have earned enough." Come find me again with the spiritual stone."
The faces of the monks who were robbing the ground were colorful and beautiful. After a cup of tea, their spiritual veins returned to normal. They stood up one by one and looked at the one in front of them who walked five or six feet away and trudged step by step. , the girl in green looks like a dying old man, but no one has the desire to snatch her away.
Among them, there were not only Qi training stages, but also many foundation building stages, and several later stages of foundation building. However, under the girl's hands, there was not much difference, just a few more breaths of time.
At this time, they woke up from their desire for wealth. The twelve viscera training stage body cultivators could only drag the knife forward little by little. It was extremely difficult for the Nascent Soul stage monks to carry it.
No one came to send love along the way. Although it was much cleaner, it also lost a lot of fun.
Sure enough, fists are the last word among monks. Once those who are dissatisfied are defeated, it will stop.
In the afternoon, a disciple from the sect brought a small black chicken. He said, "Senior Brother Mo Huai said, you raise your own chickens" and walked away.
Yunli was speechless. Master Danyang could be regarded as his senior brother in the next room. He just threw the little black chicken to her, not afraid that the monks passing by would catch it and make soup for it.
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The setting sun is like blood, soaking the mountains and forests.
Wei Lin opened his mind and swept over. There were two long lines of monks waiting to enter the city outside Anxi City. He frowned. At this time, were there more people entering the city? Anxi City was just one It's a small town, close to the secular world, and there aren't many monks and caravans coming and going. Why is there such a long queue?
After careful inspection, there was nothing unusual about the city gate, except that the monks entered the gate a little slower. As for the isolation formation in the city gate, it was unknown.
"Junior Brother Qianjiu, is there anything unusual?"
A man in the late stage of Foundation Establishment withdrew his consciousness, glanced at his expression, and asked nervously. He also checked that among the monks lining up in front, most were in the Qi training stage, and there were only a few in the Foundation Establishment stage. Yes, it is in line with the situation of a small monk city like Anxi City.
Wei Lin frowned, not noticing anything strange, and there was no sense of crisis in his heart. However, it was this normality that made him uneasy. He raised his head and looked at the sky. Is there really no crisis, or has the way of heaven blurred his perception?
"Are there any other cities around that have Oriental Grass?"
The monk with his other arm wrapped in a bandage shook his head, "No, this place is adjacent to the secular world. There are not many monks. Only Anxi City has Ye's shop within a radius of ten thousand miles."
Wei Lin frowned. Only Ye's family had Gurong grass. He missed Anxi City. There were many high-level monks in other large cities and it was even more dangerous. It seemed that Anxi City had to enter.
He rubbed his brows, hoping that he was being suspicious.
"Ying 7, Ying 9, you two come with me, the others will take care of you here."
He ordered two people with minor injuries in the late stage of foundation building to go with him towards Anxi City.
The setting sun has set a little lower, and the afterglow has no warmth.
The cool evening breeze blew away the impetuosity in people's hearts, but it could not blow away the indifference on their faces.
All the way to immortality
