After the defeat, Ling Zhen was full of praise for Dongfang Jibai, who had defeated him, and looked like he was yearning for him.
Ling Xiaoxiao just kept looking at her ninth brother for a moment, full of suspicion, and even once wondered if Ling Zhen had been taken away after losing.
Logically speaking, words like this that greatly enhance other people's ambitions and destroy one's own prestige would never come from the mouth of one's own brother!
When did the arrogant Prince Shenyuan, who was used to chatting with others, praise others so freely?
Dongfang Jibai may be like Yushu Linfeng, but does he really have such great charisma that he can make this arrogant young man with a mountain villa character even choose to be a head shorter than him?
Ling Xiaoxiao's heart was complicated, and when she was in a trance, her brother Ling Zhen suddenly raised his voice and shouted in a bad tone: "Hey, that guy over there, you've been looking at me for a while, haven't you? Come out quickly, you're so sneaky What does it look like?!"
Under the harsh words, a strange-looking boy walked out of the alley next door.
He was a thin boy whose height was between Ling Zhen and Ling Xiaoxiao.
He has a pair of long pointed ears and wears a green conical hat.
The facial features were particularly delicate, like a porcelain doll carefully crafted by craftsmen. The person couldn't help but want to pinch it a few times once he saw it.
After the man appeared and approached, Ling Zhen, who had basically completed his recovery, stood up from the stage and came to the pointy-eared boy. After looking at him, Ling Zhen seemed to be very interested in his appearance.
"Are you... from the Baihua Clan in Wanhui Continent?"
When Ling Zhen asked, the boy with a strange appearance widened his curious eyes, and his long eyelashes flickered.
The boy, whose appearance was significantly different from that of the human race, couldn't help but ask: "Can you tell my race?"
Ling Zhen rolled his eyes, thinking that this person was probably a fool, "Nonsense, which normal human being would have such pointed and long ears as you? Isn't it obvious that he is an elf from the Baihua tribe?"
The man whose race was suddenly revealed blushed slightly and seemed embarrassed. He whispered softly: "Okay then."
Ling Zhen looked at this guy again. After all, it was the first time in his life that he saw a living Elf of the Hundred Flowers Clan. Of course, he had to take a few more glances.
"You, don't look at me like this..."
The elf boy, who was only about half a head taller than Ling Xiaoxiao, was obviously a little embarrassed by Ling Zhen's gaze. A light red appeared on his smooth, white and extremely delicate face.
"Hey, you are so easily shy. Are you Baihua people such thin-skinned people? Haha!"
Ling Zhen found it more and more interesting, "Well, why are you hiding in the alley and eavesdropping? Why don't you be aboveboard?"
The boy of the elf race lowered his head, murmured for a while, then raised his head and explained: "When I was flying up just now, I noticed something strange on the ground. Looking down, I saw two Yang gods fighting in the center of the town, so I Come down and take a look."
Ling Zhen nodded, then quickly stretched out his right hand and put it on the boy's left shoulder with a "snap", making the latter act smartly.
The young man in tattered green robes smiled and moved his face closer, and asked: "Did you notice the embarrassment that I was in when I was beaten to the point where I couldn't stand up just now?"
At a distance where the breath could be heard, the extremely thin boy was forced to look directly into Ling Zhen's eyes. He swallowed and said "hmm".
"pretty!"
Ling Zhen opened the distance between his face and his face, took up the hand on the boy's shoulder, and clapped, "Okay, it's so beautiful! Now anyone in the world knows that I was beaten violently by Dongfang Jibai, There’s one more!”
The boy was as handsome as a porcelain doll. He looked at Ling Zhen, who was much taller than him, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I won't mess around."
Ling Zhen laughed loudly for a while, with a strong sense of self-deprecation, then waved his hands and said nonchalantly: "You, it doesn't matter even if you go to meet others. I'm not familiar with you, what are you afraid of? If I Forcing you to stop messing around seems like our human race is too small-minded and not broad-minded enough!"
The boy blinked his big, clear and bright eyes, "My name is Pan Jian, what's your name?"
Ling Zhen thought about it and felt that it was okay to report his real name. It was unethical to make up false names to deceive foreigners, and it would easily ruin the reputation of his own race, so he said frankly: "My name is Ling Zhen. Two things. The Ling of water, the truth of cultivating Taoism and seeking truth, your name is Pan Jian, what is the word for sword?"
"Sword cultivator's 'sword'!"
The boy with elf ears responded loudly, "The word sword next to the sharp knife."
Ling Zhen smiled a few times, "It turns out it's a sword cultivator's sword. I thought it was a healthy Jian. Are you a sword cultivator? Where's your sword?"
"Yes, I'll show it to you right now."
As he spoke, a ray of white light quickly flashed across the boy's eyebrows.
In an instant, the wisp of white air split into five parts and condensed into the shape of a thin flying sword. The colors were red, yellow, white, black, and green.
All the Tongxuan flying swords were hovering in the air, gathering around the elf boy. They were extremely agile and gorgeous!
The girl in white, Ling Xiaoxiao, was dumbfounded, her mouth wide open, and no words came out.
Ling Zhen's eyes almost dropped when he saw it, and he stuttered a little: "Five, five? You have five natal swords?!"
The boy Pan Jian chuckled and explained very honestly: "No, no, I only have one natal sword, and its name is 'Banlan'. It can produce five colors at the same time and combine the five elements. To others, it looks like one person." It’s like having five natal swords, but they’re actually not that powerful.”
Ling Zhen muttered "bells and whistles" in his heart, and finally said: "You are quite powerful. How old are you? You opened the sword aperture and have a natal sword?"
Pan Jian replied, "Seventeen."
"Only seventeen?!"
Ling Xiaoxiao, the eighth daughter of the Ling family, exclaimed in surprise, "You are already a swordsman at the age of seventeen, so powerful."
Pan Jian looked at this "girl" who was not much shorter than him and asked: "Sister, how old are you and what is your name?"
"Call me sister! I'm five or six years older than you!"
Ling Xiaoxiao raised her neck and said, "My name is Ling Xiaoxiao, and I am Ling Zhen's biological sister."
Pan Jian was quite surprised. He tilted his head and stared at the girl in white clothes in front of him. He didn't understand why she was so delicate yet older than him.
Ling Zhen ignored the eighth sister who looked like her own child, and then asked: "Pan Jian, right? As an elf of the Baihua tribe, why don't you stay well in Wanhui Continent and why did you come to Hanlan Continent of our human race?" "
Pan Jian said without hesitation: "I am heading south now, going to the South China Sea."
Hearing that this boy's itinerary was similar to his own, Ling Zhen suddenly became less interested, "Nanhai? Why are you going to Nanhai?"
"Go find the mysterious island floating in the sea, and visit Zhuge Jielu, the great emperor of the human race."
Pan Jian smiled confidently, "My father is Pan Zhishan, the richest man in the Maya Kingdom in Wanhuizhou. When he was ferrying to the South China Sea, he unfortunately encountered a shipwreck. If Zhuge Jielu hadn't rescued him, he would have drowned in the South China Sea. So this time, I specially went to the island to thank my father. If possible, I would also like to practice swordsmanship in the Shang Academy and become a disciple of Principal Zhuge, who stands at the pinnacle of the human race."
Ling Zhen nodded thoughtfully, "What about your dad? Didn't you say thank you? Why didn't your dad come with you?"
The elf boy Pan Jian had a strange look on his face, his eyes dimmed for a while, and he paused and said, "My father is already dead. He died of tuberculosis at the end of last year. He had two wishes before he died. One is that I can go to the Island of Sorrow for him. , I would like to thank Enrang once, and secondly, my swordsmanship can continue to improve, and I can practice the Wuji Dao in my lifetime..."
As he sat there, Pan Jian felt bitter in his chest, and his delicate eyes were filled with ruddy luster. He suppressed his tears and said, "It would be great if I could become Principal Zhuge's teacher. Then I can not only repay my father's kindness, but also Sharpen your sword skills under the guidance of the Human Race Emperor and kill two birds with one stone!"
In fact, Ling Zhen originally found it very puzzling that he, an elf from the Baihua Clan, wanted to learn swordsmanship from Emperor Zhuge of the human race.
But now, after Pan Jian explained the whole story in a few words, Ling Zhen understood it in her heart, and Ling Xiaoxiao sympathized with it and felt melancholy and sad.
Ling Zhen once again reached out and put his hand on the shoulder of the boy with the green hat on his head. This time the force was not too strong. He came slightly closer and said warmly: "Brother Pan, it just so happens that Sister Xiaoxiao and I are going south, and our destination is also the South China Sea. How about we get together and have someone to chat with on the way?"
Pan Jian was instantly overjoyed, clapped his hands, and exclaimed excitedly: "That's great, I was feeling bored along the way and wanted to have a companion!"
Suddenly, a pair of almost transparent wings appeared out of thin air behind his body.
Flailing the pair of wings that were not too big but were closely connected to the body, Pan Jian's entire body slowly rose up and slowly left the ground.
He floated in the air and shouted to the Ling siblings below: "Come on, let's fly to the South China Sea together!"
Ling Zhen was immediately frustrated and realized what a stupid suggestion he had made.
Human monks need to reach the third level of Pingxu Realm before they can achieve "Fengxu Yufeng" without consuming their internal energy and fly far away on the sea of clouds.
As for the members of the Baihua Clan, regardless of gender, as long as they are not disabled and have wings behind them, they can fly without spending any of their own life energy, and they are extremely free.
Ling Zhen, who is currently only in the Pingxu realm and unable to fly without using his true energy, looked as ugly as he could at this moment. He made up a random reason and shouted upwards: "I suddenly thought that there are some important things that need to be done." Deal with it as soon as possible. I can’t accompany you to the South China Sea. Brother Pan, the South China Sea has always been dangerous and dangerous. If you really can’t find the unsteady Tongdao, you might as well go back. It’s not worth throwing your life there. of!"
Knowing that Ling Zhen could no longer accompany him to the south, Pan Jian felt disappointed and spent some energy to adjust his mentality. The pretty young man grinned, stood in mid-air, smiled and shouted down: "Then Okay, I'm leaving! Brother Ling, it's a long way to go, so take care of yourself!"
Ling Zhen waved in greeting and finally said loudly: "Okay, Brother Pan, wait a minute. If we are destined to be together in the future, you and I will be together again!"
Pan Jian also waved vigorously, flapped his wings, reluctantly said goodbye to this "friend" whom he had only met by chance, and flew south.
Looking at the direction where the Elf boy from the Baihua Tribe disappeared, Ling Zhen, who was still standing there, pursed his lips and murmured to himself with rich emotions in his chest. He said with emotion: "It would be great if all humans can fly at some point. Ah, then all living beings can go up to the bright moon and take in the world's grand scenery. That would be wonderful, but it's a pity, it's a pity..."
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In the southern boundary of the Jinxiu Dynasty, there is a place that is extremely strange regardless of the time or location. It is called the "Eight Hundred Miles of Flame Mountain".
As the name suggests, it is a deserted place with no skylarks to be seen, only scorched earth stretching for 800 miles.
According to legend, there used to be a large green forest in Tu, but about thirty years ago, two golden apes showed their evil nature and maliciously set fire to the trees.
Turning a vast sea of lush forests into a sea of fire!
The fire raged for several months, destroying 800 miles of land, but the government was unable to extinguish it. Instead, they spent money to hire monks to make giant "watermarks" that would induce rain to pour down in an attempt to extinguish the raging fire.
Unexpectedly, this fire has great vitality and extraordinary magical power. It is refined by the magic power of two golden apes. It is not restrained by water at all. Even the heavy rain caused by the monks cannot extinguish it!
Later, the fire reached the foot of Mount Sumeru. Master Baizhu, the abbot of Qingling Temple, happened to be giving lectures to the monks in Yuanguang Temple of Mount Sumeru. After learning about the situation, in order to prevent the fire from burning the mountain, he used his profound magic power to prevent the fire from burning down the mountain. The true Qi of Buddhism enveloped the entire Mount Sumeru, preventing the blazing flames from ascending even half a mile up the mountain.
Two angry golden apes joined forces to kill the eminent Buddhist monk Bai Zhu, but they were defeated by the master with two palms and sealed under a giant Buddha statue in Mount Sumeru. From then on, they could never escape and their lives are unknown to this day.
After the culprits, the two immortal apes, were suppressed, Master Bai Zhu spent a great deal of energy to cover the 800-mile boundary after the flames burned. The fire was extinguished and could no longer spread.
However, although there is no longer any fierce fire, the land is completely desolate, full of ruins, scorched earth and yellow sand, and is no longer suitable for people to live!
It has been almost thirty years since it was named the Eight Hundred Miles of Flame Mountain and has been uninhabited ever since.
The curtain is dim, the earth is red and yellow, the environment is harsh, and it is difficult to find people.
The Flame Mountain realm had been abandoned for thirty years. Today, two guys who seemed not afraid of death just broke in.
Looking at the posture, I have the idea of crossing the cluster on foot, which is not unheroic!
Two people entering the realm.
One person was wearing a brand-new green robe, looking high-spirited and high-spirited.
One man was wearing snow-colored white clothes, his face was full of resentment, and his back was dripping with sweat.
The Cu world was burned by the flames refined by the Golden Ape in the past. Although most of the fire energy has been annihilated by Zen Master Bai Zhu with Buddhist magic power, some of it still remains.
Therefore, the temperature is extremely high, literally no grass can grow, and everything is difficult to survive!
Walking on the scorching yellow land, everything is devastated, and every step is suffering.
Of course, this so-called "torture" is only relative to Ling Xiaoxiao, who is not physically strong. She cannot bear the favorable circumstances and circumstances, but that does not mean that others cannot bear it.
For example, the young man in green robe walking side by side.
Ling Zhen, the ninth son of the Ling family, didn't feel the heat at all. He was too used to it. He even felt like... going home to chat!
The green robe on his body has a refreshing appearance, making him more elegant and unique.
This robe was completely decomposed in the alchemy furnace of Ding Laojun given by Immortal Hao, and the upright green robe "Qing Emperor" was completely decomposed and fully integrated with the original damaged robe "Zhan Jiao". The latest thing carefully refined.
It can be understood that the quality of the Dragon Killing Robe has been improved to a higher level, and the damage protection effect has been greatly enhanced!
However, even if he were not wearing this precious military robe, the young man Ling Zhen would not find the environment here so difficult.
The reason is simple, naturally because he has been in seclusion for four full years in the secret realm of Red Lian Guixu, and he has already been able to adapt to the extremely high temperature and will not be affected by it.
Ling Zhen walked with long strides, the wind under his feet, and even urged the eighth sister to walk faster from time to time.
Ling Xiaoxiao was panting, and her walking speed kept slowing down. As she walked, she complained: "Huh, huhu, it's so hot! Brother, why do you have to drag me over? And why does the Xuanyuan Sword Furnace have to be built in Zhongniao? A hellish place where you don’t poop? Does that guy named Xuanyuan have a serious illness in his head..."
Ling Zhen listened to Leng Buding's laughter and comforted him with a smile: "Stop complaining. It was my mother who asked us to come here. There's nothing I can do about it! There shouldn't be much road left. As long as we find the highest point here, If you sit on the 'Bagua Peak', you can meet Xuanyuan Yin, the master of Xuanyuan Furnace. If you don't hold back, it will be soon."
"Almost? It's so quick..."
Ling Xiaoxiao, who was soaked in sweat, could hardly hold on, "This is the Eight Hundred Miles Flame Mountain. Do you know how many peaks there are? Looking for a needle in a haystack, when are you going to find it?!"
"Sister Xiaoxiao, have you forgotten? Didn't my father say back then, 'Where there's a will, there's a way'? It means that as long as we think about it, we will definitely find it!"
Ling Zhen said loudly and confidently, "It's only eight hundred miles away. We are all practitioners, so we should strengthen our bodies. What does this mean? Sprinkle some water."
Ling Xiaoxiao muttered with extreme dissatisfaction: "You can do whatever you want in your heart. What I want most right now is to get out of this hot and bloody place!"
The two of them had walked for half a stick of incense, when suddenly a slope appeared in front of them, and at the highest point of the hill, they saw a huge ball of fire.
Wrapped in the red fire was a girl hovering cross-legged in mid-air?
There is a fire girl on the top of the hill, purifying her body with fierce flames!
