A smile with unknown meaning appeared at the corner of Zhang Wenfeng's palm. A delicate peach blossom, a flame-shaped dark red treasure and a small turtle shield covered with runes appeared in Zhang Wenfeng's palm. He came to help Junior Sister Zhu'er in boxing, and on the way he went to a strange place. Lingyoujing.
Sharpening the knife is as good as chopping wood. He and the three old demons asked for three protective treasures that did not take too much time to refine.
He took out three rare black wood crystals and barely exchanged them. He must think carefully about defeat before thinking about victory. When faced with the challenge of a sixth-level monk, he must put his life first so that he can have the last laugh later.
A few days later, Yang Shuilan and Lu Zijin arrived, and Yingbin Peak was very lively. In addition to their daily homework and meditation, a few people did not spend much time practicing. They drank tea and chatted, read and painted, sat alone in a daze, or drank wine and kept their gourds in their hands like a son-in-law. They lived a relaxed and comfortable life every day.
Gao Leng also stayed at Yingbin Peak in the following days. Every day, he would sort out the various intelligence reports he received and hand them over to the viewer for review, and pay close attention to the movements of various forces in Nanyuan Continent, especially Qiu Wen's every move.
There are some signs of being ready to move, but the top leaders of the various forces in Nanyuan Continent are not fools. There are undercurrents surging, and no one is taking the initiative at this time.
More than two months passed quickly, and three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Zhuer walked out of the Houshan Cave House in seclusion.
"Junior sister Zhu'er, you really want to hurt me." Lu Zijin threw the wine gourd into the air, put away the treasure, laughed, and opened his hands in an exaggerated pose to show affection.
Zhao Zhuer fanned his nose with his hand and said with a disgusted smile: "Junior Brother Lu, you stink of alcohol. Get out of the way and don't block my way." He pushed away the funny Lu Zijin who looked like an iron tower and said hello to Yang Shuilan and You Mengchang, Then he looked at the spectator behind him and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, Mr. Qiu has bullied me, what do you want to do?" Lu Zijin looked hurt and muttered: "Preferring one to another, Junior Sister Zhu'er, you are partial. "Guanzhu Zhang took out three treasures and handed them to Zhao Zhu'er,
"This is the protective treasure I obtained from the three sixth-level demons in the secret realm. You and Fang Bailan seize the time to sacrifice it." He didn't need to tell him how to do it. Zhu'er had already made a plan in his mind.
Zhao Zhuer pinched the peach blossoms and smiled until her eyes were as crooked as moon buds.
"It's so beautiful. I saw Xiao Ni'er and Leng Xiang wearing this on their heads before. Thank you shopkeeper for taking the trouble."
"If my family doesn't say the same thing, I should thank you no matter what." Lu Zijin rushed to help the Guanzhu reply.
He was so heartless that he really didn't take Qiu Wen seriously. In his opinion, since Qiu Wen didn't follow the rules of the world and used the sixth level to bully the fifth level, then no wonder they were fighting in a group. It was impossible to fight one on one. Yes, who told them that there was strength in numbers.
Zhao Zhuer smiled and stretched her hand to the black man's chest.
"Junior brother Lu, don't just talk cheaply, show your sincerity and just compare it to the shopkeeper's."
"Three six-level protective treasures, even if you sell me, you can't get the same thing." Lu Zijin actually helped Zhu'er prepare the protective treasures, but now that he can't get them, he stopped showing off.
After joking for a while, Zhao Zhuer took the three treasures given by the temple master and returned to the cave. She also prepared protective measures herself, but there was nothing better than a sixth-level treasure.
Lu Zijin watched Zhu'er's back disappear from sight, with a trace of worry on his face. He turned around and walked to Old You who was smiling sinisterly and saying nothing, and whispered in a low voice: "Master You, please do me a favor." , help Junior Sister Zhu'er do the calculations, how bad will it be for you to go away?" If Zhu'er makes a mistake, it will be too late to kill that old man Qiu.
"Don't worry, it's a sign of good luck." You Mengchang opened his mouth. Luzi searched for a long time and found the Sanwen Guajin, and handed it to the old man.
"Thank you for your good wishes." Mid-Autumn Festival, Dongyue Daofang City. Countless monks looked eagerly at the western sea. Several received the message and shouted: "Fellow Daoist Fang and the others are going south, let's go."
"Let's go, follow us." Many monks were divided into several groups. The ones flying in front were Tu Kun, Rong Shuzhi and other fifth-level monks, chatting in low voices, followed by countless fourth-level and third-level monks who came to watch the excitement. Most monks have an attitude of not having anything to do with themselves.
Not long after, arriving over the sea area about three hundred miles away, hundreds of monks from the Nanyuan Continent on the opposite side also came.
An old man in black robes with a goatee was alone in front. It was Qiu Wen who initiated this challenge. He half-squinted his eyes and looked at the many fifth-level monks thirty miles away. The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant, and the whispers became noisy. Silence fell.
No one came forward to say hello or salute, and the two sides were clearly divided.
"Coming, coming." Someone shouted excitedly in a low voice. Dozens of people flew in from the northwest, led by two women with white skirts and tassels, fluttering sword sleeves, wearing curtains and hats to hide their faces, and wearing long swords of the same style at their waists. It was difficult to tell who was the real Fang Bailan. .
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and exchanged greetings with Lu Yuanyuan, Chen Qingqiao and others he invited, and allowed Zhao Zhuer and Fang Bailan to fly forward to confront the old man in black robes. On the way here, several people had already sent messages to discuss several countermeasures. Lu Zi Jin didn't know what bad idea he had when he sent Zhu'er a message, and the two of them laughed in an evil manner.
"Fang Bailan, after we said goodbye that day, you didn't expect that we would have a battle today, right? Haha, I have endured humiliation for more than a hundred years, in order to regain the dignity I lost that day, and also to give a belated explanation to Brother Qu who lost his life at your hand." Hei. The old man in the robe stroked his goat's beard and smiled happily.
You need to be famous as a teacher, so you can just find any excuse. Many monks from Nanyuan Continent more than ten miles behind him cheered and made noises. Just like the scene before, there were many people praising the strong man's bad feet.
Fang Bailan stopped more than ten miles away from the other party and said coldly: "Qiu Wen, as a sixth-level monk, you won't mind if my junior sister joins forces with me to challenge you, right?" The old man in black robe looked at the two women in the same dress. After a few glances, he chuckled and said: "Back then, this Zhao Zhu'er lived and died with you. Today, of course I want to be beautiful as an adult. Please! Pull out your sword. I won't run away hundreds of miles in advance this time." He said to Fang Bailan's words that caused him great loss of face
"I asked you to run a hundred miles before drawing the sword" has always been in my heart. One more and one less does not hinder him, but it can also show his generosity.
The sun was at noon, and the sea breeze was fishy and salty. You Mengchang ignored the other monks and sent a message to Lu Zijin beside him: "Lao Qiu should not be underestimated. He has hated Fang Bailan for more than a hundred years. You are always ready to help Zhao Zhuer." The left hand folded in his sleeve was not Stop pinching, at the critical moment, he still uses the magician's method.
He knew that it was the invisible and subtle influence of Heaven's will, coupled with the obsession in Qiu Lao'er's heart, which amplified certain emotions, and turned into this villain's successful face, which he couldn't even look past.
Lu Zijin looked serious and replied via voice: "Understood!" As the conversation in the venue spread, Zhang Wenfeng also stopped greeting, and everyone stared at the old man who was uttering wild words.
Fang Bailan suddenly said unexpectedly: "Qiu Wen, we surrender, and the title of No. 1 in the world is given to you." The crowd on both sides made an uproar.
As for playing with them, why didn't you admit defeat when Qiu Wen launched the challenge? The confrontation was staged with great fanfare. In full view of the public, he suddenly surrendered and gave up. Everyone was confused.
Zhang Wenfeng also showed surprise on his face. Zhao Zhuer did not discuss the matter with him in advance. He looked at Lu Zijin and You Mengchang who were alone on the side. He suspected that the two guys pretending to be surprised conspired with the ghostly and elf Junior Sister Zhuer. This time?
What kind of fun is this?
