Immortal... At this moment, the same thought arose in the minds of countless people in the divine capital city.
In one building after another, curious heads poked out, looked up at the sky, and then their eyes became dull, and some even kowtowed in the street.
With a tacit understanding, if the strongest people at the top of this world fight, they will rarely choose to fight in a crowded place to avoid affecting ordinary people.
Moreover, the cultivation world has been peaceful for hundreds of years, and weaker monks cannot create such a momentum. Therefore, even the "well-informed" people of the divine capital are rarely lucky enough to witness such a grand scene.
Not only that, when the sky was covered with red clouds covering the divine capital, a large flock of birds fluttered their wings and flew high in the sky.
Birds flock to the phoenix.
"Fire Phoenix...Master actually came to visit in person this year."
In the post house, Gao Mingjing stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. Next to him, a black-haired girl was hiding in a simple inkstone and shivering.
Behind him, a famous painter and musician either meditated on the spot or stood leaning against the wall, his face pale, resisting the pressure of the aura coming from the high-level practitioner.
Comparable to an adult fire phoenix in the Divine Treasure Realm, the aura it releases naturally suppresses practitioners who contain spiritual elements in their bodies.
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"Friends come from far away."
Gou Hanyi sighed, a mist of starlight appeared on his body, resisting the pressure of the aura, but he was still old, and he was about to collapse when he staggered.
beside.
Luo Huaizhu stepped forward to support the old man. The girl's legs were trembling, her thin shoulders seemed to be pressing on a mountain, and her face was flushed with exertion.
But he stubbornly raised his head every inch and looked at the outline of the huge divine bird, without any fear in his heart.
Just thinking: It turns out that the old friend my uncle mentioned was the other party.
Jinyuan, tea room.
Li Guofeng stood in front of the window. His official robe was pure white and embroidered with a mysterious star map in gold thread. His handsome face had dark golden pupils.
There was a "chichi" sound in the room, like a spider web of thunder and lightning. The sound was terrifying, and the power of the Taibai stars was difficult to contain and restrain.
Behind him, Pei Sili held the round table with one hand and sat back on a chair, with bulging veins on the back of his hands and shortness of breath.
"The Beast Control Sect is still as domineering as ever." Li Guofeng looked ugly.
The presence of the fire phoenix shows that the Master is with him. Although the Grand Prize in the Divine Capital is grand, the "sect masters" of various sects may not come.
In Pi Ru Mo Lin, the leader was only Gao Mingjing. Not Master Merlin.
"The person who came here is not a good person." Li Guofeng sighed in his heart, realizing that this martial arts performance would never be easy.
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royal palace.
Emperor Yuan Qing, dressed in ordinary clothes, walked out of the imperial study accompanied by Eunuch Deng, stood in the corridor, and looked up at the red clouds rolling above his head.
The red cloud looks like fire. The entire magnificent palace building was covered with a layer of crimson. The Imperial Ancestral Temple should create layers of pale golden ripples, isolating the palace from the outside world.
"Fire Phoenix..." Emperor Yuan Qing's eyes were sharp, and then he snorted coldly. He raised his hand to grab at the Ancestral Temple. There were wisps of dragon energy surrounding him. He was about to take action, but he suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of Qingyun Palace.
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Qingyun Palace, Silent Garden.
In a quiet room in a cold garden, the Taoist female headmaster sat in front of the window, her robe spread out, holding a pen and copying Taoist scriptures as usual.
No matter how many birds fly toward the phoenix and the red clouds roll, there is no change at all. Even the speed of copying words has not changed at all.
It wasn't until she finished writing the last word on this page that she slowly raised her slender goose neck. On her beautiful face, her slender red phoenix eyes reflected the entire sky.
Immediately, Xin Yao's fiber-optic jade hands casually tore off the page of Taoist scriptures that had not yet dried on the ink stains. With a flick of her wrist, she folded the paper into a sword.
"go!"
The red lips parted softly, and the wrist flipped, and the flying sword made of paper covered with Taoist scriptures roared out, making a sharp roar, leaving a faint burning mark in the air, and slashed towards the sky.
As soon as it took off, a strong wind blew up throughout the Qingyun Palace, the grass and trees swayed, and the lake made huge waves.
Within a few seconds, in the entire city of God's Capital, the spiritual elements of heaven and earth gathered from all directions. A page of Taoist scriptures burned into fire, and with it as the center, a circle of circular air waves exploded.
Then, the tail spit out clusters of golden flames, turning into a thin golden thread.
The sword energy is like a rainbow.
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Qinglian Xiaozhu.
The courtyard door was suddenly pushed open. Huang He, who was wearing a Sichen robe and holding a food box in his hand, felt his knees weak and almost fell over. He held on to the door knocker with one hand to prevent himself from falling down due to fear and pressure. Prone to the ground.
"Mr.. Young Master... come back quickly..."
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
In the center of the yard, under an old peach tree, Ji Ping'an was lying lazily on a wicker chair, with a book open on his face.
When the phoenix sounded, he woke up from his light sleep, grabbed the book on his face, opened his eyelids, and looked at the oppressive blush that enveloped the entire sky, and the sword that was about to cut through the sky.
He whispered softly: "Little red bird, be quiet."
All of a sudden.
The sky above Shendu was like a thunderous explosion, and the red clouds in the sky collapsed. The fire and phoenix signs slowly faded away. In the blink of an eye, the pressure disappeared, and the sky returned to normal, revealing a clear blue sky.
It was as if nothing had happened.
"Plop!"
Huang He was caught off guard and fell to his knees on the ground, pressing on the brown-red food box, almost losing his breath.
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Silent Garden.
Inside the hanging flower door, a petite figure roared in despite the pressure.
As soon as Saint Yu Yufu stepped into the garden, she saw a flying sword rising from the ground and cutting through the sky.
There was longing and awe in his eyes.
Immediately, she ran into the room with admiration on her face: "Master is so powerful and domineering. He destroyed the fire phoenix with just one sword."
Everyone who saw this scene naturally thought that it was the Taoist female headmaster who took action to quell the matter.
Only Xin Yaoguang, who was sitting in front of the window and looking up at the remaining flames in the sky, frowned slightly. She was very sure that the fire phoenix had taken the initiative to disperse the Dharma form just before the sword was struck.
Don't you want to compete with me... But if that's the case, why do you want to announce your arrival with such fanfare?
Xin Yaoguang couldn't understand the bird's thoughts.
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"Sir, are you... okay?"
Huang He lay on the food box and panted for a long time before he got up with difficulty and looked at Ji Pingan on the wicker chair.
Ji Ping'an looked calm and said with a smile: "Fortunately... I was just lying down."
Huang He nodded and accepted this reasonable explanation. He walked over with a food box with a sore back, sat on the horse and rubbed his legs, grinning and saying:
"What happened just now? I felt like I was going to die. My heart was pounding, as if it was about to jump out of my throat."
He has never seen this kind of setting.
Ji Pingan explained:
"The book says that after a practitioner enters the realm of observing the sky, his own aura gradually merges with the heaven and earth, and he can borrow the power of heaven and earth. What's more, the fire phoenix is a descendant of the bloodline of ancient divine beasts, and its aura is naturally different, just like when a mortal encounters a wild beast, he instinctively trembles. The fear is unspeakable.
"At this time, instead of using your cultivation to compete, it is better to converge your spiritual essence and collapse your breath. On the contrary, you will be less suppressed."
Habitually be good at being a teacher.
Huang He took note of it carefully, with a look of admiration on his face:
"Young Master knows a lot. However, the fact that Fire Phoenix is here in person, does that mean that this generation of Masters is also here?"
"I guess so."
Ji Ping'an didn't continue the topic, opened the food box, his eyes lit up, and took out a steamed seabass to devour.
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The next morning.
After Ji Ping'an washed and had a meal, he went to "Liang Yi Hall" with his books under his arm.
As soon as they entered the hospital, they saw a group of Tianbang star officials gathered in a circle to talk and discuss. The atmosphere was solemn and depressing, and the air was filled with tension.
"Junior Brother Ji." Jian Zhuang, an old acquaintance, greeted, and the others moved their butts automatically to make room for discussion.
...Ji Ping'an couldn't refuse, so he sat down and said, "You continue."
Wang Xian, the "second child in ten thousand years" with a serious expression and a temperament similar to that of Li Guofeng, said solemnly:
"We are discussing the matter of the Beast Control Sect. Yesterday, its disciples entered the city. After entering the palace to meet the saint this morning, they sent people to send 'greeting notes' to the Taoist Sect of the State Religion and our Qin Tian Jian respectively, and agreed on a date to come to perform martial arts."
Shi Hao nodded and said in a low voice:
"The supervisors went to discuss matters early in the morning, probably to collect intelligence on their opponents. I went to the dining hall in the morning, and everyone was talking and people were panicked."
Ji Ping'an asked curiously: "People are panicking?"
Zhao Xinghuo drooped his eyelids and sat on the stool dejectedly. Hearing this, he raised his head and said:
"It's not the big scene caused by the broken bird yesterday."
After a pause, he cursed:
"I think the Beast Control Sect has planned this to make our people fearful. In the military book, is this called a soldier who conquers the enemy without fighting?"
Actress Lin Qin glanced at him: "This is called attacking the heart."
Stupid Fire Academy Star Officer...
Ji Ping'an looked at Zhao Xinghuo with a smile in his eyes and asked knowingly:
"According to your Huoyuan temperament, shouldn't the stronger your enemies become, the more troublesome you become? Why are you so dejected?"
Mu Yaoyao, who was sitting aside, took advantage of the opportunity, blinked, and added:
"I know, I know! Fire Phoenix belongs to fire, and it corresponds to the same path as them, Yinghuo Star. What is this called... According to the National Master, it is called level suppression of this path. Yesterday, the star officer of the Fire Academy was restrained It's the worst, even worse than Shuiyuan."
Zhao Xinghuo cursed and exited the live broadcast room.
At this time, Pei Sili came in with a book under his arm. Everyone ended their conversation, returned to their seats, and started class.
At noon, Ji Ping'an picked up his books and was about to leave, but was blocked for the second time by a man wearing aqua blue Si Chen robe.
Lin Qin's eyes were soft and generous, and he invited:
"Is everything okay this afternoon? Let's have dinner together?"
Ji Ping'an thought for a while and found it difficult to refuse: "Okay."
…
When Ji Pingan walked into the dining hall, he immediately attracted a lot of eyes.
Speaking of which, Huang He was used to bringing food, but he rarely came over to eat. Si Chen from each hospital and many supervisors were very familiar with him and immediately started talking in low voices.
"He is Ji Ping'an."
"That Senior Brother Muyuan? He is indeed very impressive."
"Hey, is he Senior Sister Lin next to him? Didn't you say that he often walks with Senior Sister Luo?"
"What do you know? This is called enjoying the blessings of others..."
During this period, a female supervisor even came over, holding a notebook and asking him to sign it.
Ji Ping'an felt uncomfortable for a while.
However, after the initial novelty wore off, everyone continued to talk about yesterday's battle in the sky above the capital city.
"Snapped!"
A Huoyuan Sichen listened for a long time, suddenly slapped the table and said angrily:
"The Beast Control Sect has gone too far to bully others! It is extremely abominable to give us power before we even enter the city. How dare you do this when the National Master was still here?"
Next to him, several Huoyuan Sichen echoed incessantly, filled with righteous indignation.
Among the five courtyards, yesterday was the worst for them. Many people who were walking well were directly pressed to the ground and their faces were humiliated.
"What's the use of talking about this? Who said that the Imperial Master has passed away and the prisoner can't come out of seclusion? I don't know how to deal with this martial arts performance." Another student was more pessimistic.
Hearing this, sighs came from around.
Yesterday, under pressure, Xin Yaoguang stepped in to boost the momentum. In comparison, Qin Tianjian is much weaker and can only be covered up by water and earth.
This makes many students feel quite disappointed, and they feel that the once glorious institution has declined.
Partially, this is indeed the case. Without the backbone of the Imperial Preceptor, and the supervisor not showing up for a long time, the Qintian Supervisor has only a few supervisors with the highest apparent combat power.
Normally I don't feel much of it, but with the major sects entering the city, this sense of gap is inevitably frustrating.
"Junior Brother Ji, don't pay attention to those gossips. Our Qintian Prison has only been established for more than a hundred years, and our current achievements are already extraordinary. When the prison breaks through and is promoted to the Divine Treasure, we can regain our glory."
Lin Qin held her chopsticks and saw Ji Ping'an was distracted, so she couldn't help but whisper advice.
Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "I understand."
But he sighed softly in his heart.
As an "old bird" who has been promoted to Shenzang twice, Ji Ping'an knows very well that that state cannot be achieved by practicing hard in seclusion or transforming into a mortal.
Opportunity is needed.
Especially since the great cycle of star positions restarted four hundred years ago and the spiritual elements of heaven and earth entered a period of decline, it has become even more difficult.
Just listening to the worried discussions of those young students made him lose his appetite for food.
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afternoon.
Ji Ping'an rarely returned to his small courtyard, but went straight to the Four Seasons Pavilion.
And found Xu Xiurong sitting cross-legged in the quiet room.
"If you don't sleep in your own courtyard, why are you here?" The outstanding-looking actress said in a strange tone.
Regarding Ji Ping'an, she always had a bad temper and couldn't stand up to the prisoner.
The key point is that he clearly knows that the other party is a "personal descendant of the national master". Although he has no status, the fact is that he has the same seniority as himself, so it is especially difficult to control him.
Of course, there is another layer that is inconvenient to mention, which is that this "little junior brother" has repeatedly helped her when she was in danger and was at her wits' end.
Even after getting along with him for a long time, Xu Xiurong felt more and more that this guy was very similar to the deceased national master in many cases.
Ji Ping'an smiled gently and stared at the female disciple:
"I would like to ask about the information about the Beast Control Sect."
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