Over the small island outside Wandering City.
Zhu Shifu, a Confucian cultivator in the Eastern Continent, was invited to have a discussion with Bao Qinghua, a Confucian cultivator traveling in the vast continent. He was slightly inferior and lost a move. The two sides exchanged Confucianism cultivators' experiences in the air and the conversation was quite harmonious.
Zhou Zhi, the Da Liang wizard who was watching the battle, had a gloomy face. He lost to Mu Yunjian, a Taoist priest from the vast continent, and was seriously injured. He did not want to pay attention to the foreign Taoist priest who looked arrogant and arrogant, and coldly waited for Zhu Shifu to finish the exchange. Go back to the city.
Originally, it was normal to win or lose when competing at the same level, but the winner's disdainful look made him feel aggrieved and helpless.
This is the first time he has encountered such a rude and arrogant person of the same level. His skills are inferior to others and he can't get angry.
After finally waiting for Zhu Shifu and the female Confucian monk to finish the conversation, Zhou Zhi urged: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, if you have anything to say, please go back to the city and talk about it. It's windy outside, which is not the way to treat guests."
Zhu Shifu smiled and extended his hand to Bao Qinghua to invite him, "I'm sorry to you, Taoist Bao, please come to the city for tea." Then he turned around and said politely to Mu Yunjian, who had a half-smiling expression on his face, "Fellow Taoist Mu, let's go to the city to rest too." ?”
Mu Yunjian took a look at the sky and refused: "It's still early, so Taoist Bao and I won't disturb you too much. Let's take our leave!"
Zhou Zhi suddenly received a message from a third-level shaman cultivator who was fighting outside Baizhang. A smile appeared on his face and he said: "Fellow Daoist Mu, don't you want to discuss with the masters? You can take a detour to Piaoling Island in the southeast. Let's Zhang Guanzhu, a master from the Eastern Continent, happened to be doing something on Piaoling Island."
Mu Yunjian said "Oh" and asked: "How does Guanzhu Zhang rank in the Eastern Continent?"
"Count one to two."
"Then I must go and meet him."
Mu Yunjian spoke easily, looked at Bao Qinghua and said, "Why don't you rest in the city first, and I'll be back soon?"
Bao Qinghua smiled and said: "Since I meet a master, I can miss it, let's go together."
She didn't dare to be separated from Mu Yunjian when she was away from home. Mu Yunjian had an unpleasant temperament but was extremely powerful. The two of them could take care of each other and avoid being plotted by others.
Zhou Zhi and Zhu Shifu discussed for a while, and finally Zhou Zhi took the two of them to Piaoling Island. They were all reassured about Zhang Guanzhu's strength. Zhou Zhi wanted to see with his own eyes that Mu Yunjian was defeated by Zhang Guanzhu's sword and kill him fiercely. The arrogance of foreign monks.
Many third-level monks who were watching the battle communicated with each other and returned to the city to disperse.
It's almost dusk and the tired birds are returning to the woods.
Zhang Wenfeng, who was meditating in the wild forest, suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the northwest, frowning unconsciously. Two fourth-level monks, a man and a woman, were brought by Zhou Zhi. The young man among them was so rude that he noticed His position was still stared at unscrupulously with his spiritual consciousness, full of provocation.
Zhang Wenfeng snorted coldly, and his invisible consciousness suddenly emerged, smashing into pieces the ray of consciousness coming from the opponent.
Mu Yunjian accidentally suffered a secret loss, his face turned pale, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Mu Yunjian, the Taoist priest of Guantian Pavilion in the Vast Continent, heard the name of Guanzhu Zhang, and came here specifically to ask for advice. Please don't shirk it!"
"Bao Qinghua from the Thousand Cities Academy in the Vast Continent has met Fellow Daoist Zhang."
Zhang Wenfeng flew up into the air, glanced at Zhou Zhi who held up his hands and apologized with a smile, nodded, and then held his hands up to the two of them, saying: "Zhang will do something to transcend the ghosts later. It will be limited to three moves, and there will be no delay." It’s business, Fellow Daoist Mu, please!”
He said this with a loud tone.
Mu Yunjian drew his sword in his hand and said with a smile: "Three moves are enough to tell the difference, please!"
The two were about three miles away from each other. Bao Qinghua, who was watching the battle, suddenly sent a voice message to remind: "Senior Brother Mu, be careful. Judging from his appearance, this person should be the Zhang Wenfeng mentioned by Senior Lu. He is good at swordsmanship..."
Before he finished speaking, the bronze sword held in Zhang Wenfeng's hand thrust forward with a "chi" sound, and a wisp of sword light disappeared into the air.
The next moment, a bright light burst out from Mu Yunjian's body, and the robe on his chest was sunken inwards and was close to his skin. He was so aware that he retreated quickly, deflecting the sudden and sharp sword attack, and at the same time shouted: "Feng Sheng Shui" rise!"
The biting blue cold wind swirled around Zhang Guanzhu from all directions, followed by the sound of water falling from the sky.
He dares to look down upon his peers, and he has real abilities at his disposal, and he can prepare a powerful attack with great force.
Zhang Wenfeng struck out with his sword, but he could not stay where he was. A very pale shadow was left in the sky. He landed on the treetops of the forest below and stepped on it. When he reappeared like a ghost, he was already thirty feet away from Mu Yunjian, avoiding the opponent. Wind and water spell attacks.
The sword light struck vertically and horizontally, and the killing intent was like a rolling tide.
"Bang bang" a series of crashes, water and ice crystals splashed, Mu Yunjian flew dozens of feet, his robe was shattered on his chest, a horrific wound almost disembowelled him, and blood spurted out.
"We admit defeat!"
Bao Qinghua screamed. If she had shouted slower, Zhang Guanzhu, who looked rather regretful, would have struck a blow.
Zhang Wenfeng watched the woman bandage the wounds and stop the bleeding of Mu Yunjian, who was described as miserable and seriously injured. He sneered in his heart, this is the price of arrogance, and said calmly: "I accept it!"
Mu Yunjian asked weakly: "Your Excellency, are you Zhang Wenfeng, Taoist Master Zhang?"
"It's Zhang."
"I'm sorry, I heard Senior Lu mention it before, and today I saw that it is indeed well-deserved. Mu is not good at learning, so I am convinced that I have lost. I say goodbye!"
Mu Yunjian reluctantly raised his hands in salute, swallowed the elixir, and flew slowly to the northeast with Bao Qinghua supporting him.
There was no need to go back to the Eastern Continent anymore, and this defeat was something he would never forget.
Zhou Zhi couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth. Seeing the arrogant Mu Yunjian take only two moves under Zhang Guanzhu's sword, and then return home seriously injured and defeated, he was in a great mood and greeted the guests warmly: "Fellow Taoist Mu , go to Wandering City to recover from your injuries before returning. It’s a long way to go, you are injured, be careful of being robbed by bandits at sea.”
Mu Yunjian curled his lips and said, "Thank you, Daoyou Zhou, for your kindness. Mu is still able to protect himself."
Watching the two of them disappear into the night, Zhou Zhi and Zhang Guanzhu landed on the top of the mountain, talked for a while, and then flew to the northwest with satisfaction.
But it was said that Bao Qinghua protected the seriously injured Mu Yunjian and flew more than three hundred miles and landed on a three-mile-sized rocky desert island.
"Senior Brother Mu, please heal your wounds. We will continue our journey in the morning. We are not in a hurry."
She took out more than a dozen formation flags in her hand and flew all the way. She carefully checked the sea surface and found no monks following them for dozens of miles nearby.
Mu Yunjian said "Thank you, Junior Sister Bao", and sat cross-legged on the high rock, waiting to meditate and adjust his breath to heal his injuries. Suddenly, the whole island suddenly became filled with black mist, and suddenly became ghostly, separating him and Bao Qinghua.
He stood up quickly in shock, drew his sword in his hand and shouted: "Who are you, Fangxiao? Are you so sneaky and shameless?"
Jie Jie's strange laughter came from the ghostly mist.
"Boy, if you want to blame, blame your ancestors for causing you to be killed today."
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(After the sun has passed these days, I feel tired, sleepy, and have a persistent cough. I have to ask the boss for leave tomorrow to get an intravenous drip. I heard that the white lungs are too scary)
