The original site of Fenglinzhou was in the center of the West Sea, an area of 1,500 miles. The island is surrounded by weak water on all sides. It cannot be crossed even if a feather does not float on it. There are many phoenixes on the island, each in groups of tens of thousands. There are also mountains, rivers, ponds, and hundreds of kinds of magical medicines, as well as many celestial beings.
This also means that there are various opportunities on Fenglin Continent.
Ci Song did not choose to look for those low-level calligraphy treasures first, but continued to go north. Along the way, Ci Song saw many students rushing to the secret realm, but Ci Song did not stay too long, but continued On the way, the battle between heaven and man is a battle of opportunity. The real opportunity is not those low-level calligraphy treasures, but the Dao fruit seedlings. As long as you have the Dao fruit seedlings, it means more hope of being promoted to a semi-saint.
"I don't know how Mo Yao is doing now. Has he encountered any danger?"
Thinking of Mo Yao, Ci Song couldn't help but feel a little worried. He and Mo Yao had made an appointment to meet at the Immortal Mansion in Fenglin Continent, but he didn't know where she was now.
"Forget it, it's useless to think about it so much. Let's hurry up and get on our way now."
Ci Song shook his head, shook these thoughts out of his mind, and continued walking towards the north.
At this moment, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and landed directly in front of Ci Song. This was a young man wearing a white bright silver armor robe. He held a silver spear in his hand. It exudes a powerful aura.
The young man in white robe took out a picture scroll from nowhere and compared it. Then he looked at Ci Song coldly and asked in a bad tone, "Are you Ci Song?"
"Who are you?"
Ci Song looked at the young man in white robe in front of him and became wary. He could feel that the aura of this young man in white robe was very strong, much stronger than when he met Shusheng Qin before.
"I am Li Mo, a disciple of the military strategist. Someone has posted a reward for you in my Soldier's Saint Pavilion. I am here today to take your life."
A sneer appeared on the lips of the white-robed young man, and the silver spear in his hand instantly turned into a stream of light, piercing Ci Song.
This shot was as fast as lightning and impossible to dodge.
Feeling that his life was in danger, Ci Song did not panic, but directly waved the Shui Han Sword in his hand and collided with the silver spear.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, air waves rolled, and the powerful impact caused Ci Song's body to fly backwards instantly and hit the boulder on the side.
"Ahem."
Ci Song coughed twice and stretched out his left hand to wave the dust. Li Mo's blow did not cause any harm to Ci Song. The reason why he coughed was because of the dust generated by hitting the boulder. He felt very uncomfortable.
"Is this the strength of Confucian disciples? It's really not that good."
Li Mo sneered, and the silver spear in his hand turned into a stream of light again and rushed towards Ci Song.
This time, Ci Song did not confront the young man in white robe head-on. Instead, his body disappeared instantly and appeared behind the young man in white robe.
"Qiang!"
The long sword drew a cold arc and struck directly at the white-robed young man's neck.
A trace of surprise flashed in Li Mo's eyes. He didn't expect Ci Song to be so fast, but his reaction speed was faster, and his body instantly moved some distance to avoid the sword.
"interesting."
The silver spear in Li Mo's hand turned into a stream of light again. This time he didn't give Ci Song another chance and stabbed Ci Song in the chest.
Feeling the sharpness of this shot, Ci Song knew that if he just treated him with the mentality of sparring, he might really be killed by this white-robed young man.
"Heaven and earth are eclipsed!"
A cold voice sounded behind Li Mo, and the next moment, his body froze in place, as if he had turned into a stone statue.
"Aren't you a Confucian disciple? How do you know Taoist methods?" Li Mo asked the same question as Qin Shusheng.
"That's not what you should know."
Facing the evil person, Ci Song had no reason to let him go. The long sword in his hand instantly turned into a stream of light, directly piercing the heart of the white-robed young man.
"you..."
The young man in white robe looked at Ci Song with an unwilling expression. He did not expect that he would fall into the hands of a Confucian disciple, and the other party also used a Taoist method.
"I have no reason to hold back against the enemy."
Ci Song's cold voice sounded, and the next moment, he pulled out the long sword in his hand, and blood spurted out, staining the ground red.
"Although I don't know what the Bingsheng Pavilion you are talking about is, I know that as long as I kill all those who want to receive the reward, the so-called reward will truly become a real reward."
As he spoke, Ci Song directly chopped off the head of the military student in front of him. The white-robed young man's body slowly fell, but his head flew to the ground not far away.
After doing all this, Ci Song turned around and prepared to continue walking towards the north.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Boy, have you thought about the consequences of killing Li Mo?"
Ci Song's figure stiffened for a moment, and then he slowly turned around, only to see a young man wearing a black robe appearing behind him at some point. This man was very handsome, but his face was dull. Very pale and looked very sick.
"Who are you?"
Ci Song looked at the black-robed man in front of him warily. He could feel that the aura of this black-robed man was very powerful, much more tyrannical than the previous white-robed young man.
The man in the black Taoist robe looked at Ci Song quietly and sneered: "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that what you are using is the secret skill of my Taoist school. Ci Song, where did you learn it? Truthfully recruit it." !”
"What's more, you are now wanted by various schools of thought. Apart from the talented scholar who was a poet many years ago, you are the only scholar who has such a blessing."
As the man in Taoist robes released his pure black talent, he looked at Ci Song with a greedy look in his eyes, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.
"As long as you are eliminated, you will get a great Confucian calligraphy treasure. I am very confused. I don't know how a small scholar is worthy of a great Confucian calligraphy treasure. I originally thought it was a cheap deal for others, but I didn't expect that you, a scholar, would Being able to easily kill Li Mo within three moves is a feat that not even I can achieve."
After hearing this, Ci Song frowned slightly and murmured in his heart: "It seems that there are really many people who want to harm me, but if such a reward order can be spread among various schools of thought, I must be sure
He is a person of high authority, otherwise, they would not have the energy and financial resources to support him in doing such a thing. "
"Boy, I don't care where you come from. If you learn my Taoist skills without permission, I should fight you. Today I will show you what the true eclipse of heaven and earth means."
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