"There's someone!" Mu Ziyun made a hissing gesture and slowly approached the source of the sound with gentle steps.
The sound was like the sound of a fight, and it was very fierce. Feng Jing vaguely felt the existence of magic energy, which meant that there was probably a battle between magicians ahead. Movement was different from transformation, and the scale was much larger. Like Feng Jing, Jing, a warrior like Huzi might be affected if he falls into a trance.
The three of them reached the end of the passage. It was a cliff with a narrow wooden bridge tied by hemp ropes. A little more moisture in the ground would make the wooden bridge sway. There is a treasure mountain at the other end of the cliff. Pearls, emeralds, silk and satin are just the foundation, and countless treasures are arranged in an inverted triangle on it.
They are piled up in a haphazard manner, and when the thin light of a lantern is illuminated, the whole mountain is illuminated. Halfway up the mountain, three people were fighting. One of them was the white-robed man that Mu Ziyun and the others had met before, and the other one they also knew was actually the disciple of Tianhe Sect, Mute, during the Lianzhuang War.
The last person is a strange face, a middle-aged woman, wearing a very beautiful pleated skirt, the main color is yellow and green, with orange patterns on the shoulders, and a blue flower embroidered on the waist. As for the appearance of the flower, Mu Ziyun Never seen it before.
The magic energy emanates from the white robe. He stands tallest among the three, and his face is more handsome. He is about twenty-three or four years old. This has to make Feng Jing admire him. A rare talent like Hu Xian, but at the same time After using three special-level spells, he still couldn't condense the magic energy. This man seemed to be stronger than Hu Xian.
Huzi stared at the mute, watching him scurrying around in the air, sprinting like a comet, trailing a long purple-black stream of light behind him. The stream of light could break away gold and silver and dye the utensils black, "Uh-huh... He is indeed a master."
"Ha, I think that woman is special." Mu Ziyun pointed at the middle-aged woman and said, "Look, the mute rushed to her side, but she didn't even dodge and directly caught him from the body, but he was always unhurt."
"Good guy," Huzi praised, "I never thought a woman could train her body to be so strong." "Ha, you idiot, how can you do this by training? Look at the mute, he looks like a little shooting star. The stone was broken by him, and the woman clearly had something wrong with her clothes."
"You mean her clothes?" Feng Jing looked at them for a while, but found nothing strange.
"I guess this woman is the Caiyi Tuo of Chi Miaofeng. She is wearing the same Caiyi that is invulnerable to weapons and weapons."
As if hearing Mu Ziyun's voice, Leng Yanzi turned around during the fight and forgot that she was indeed wearing colorful clothes, and this time she came to the cemetery alone to find treasures for Chi Miaofeng. The battle between Chimiao Peak Lianzhuang and Changke Zong after the war caused heavy losses to the sect and they had to recuperate. It was a helpless move to send Leng Yanzi alone.
Mute, white robe also appeared Mu Ziyun and the others. The man in white robe smiled and waved to them, shouting: "We are so destined, I can meet you wherever I go."
"Yes!" Mu Ziyun shouted back: "Come down to Qingshan Mountain Mu Ziyun, may I ask you who you are?" "Oh, it turns out he is a famous genius, disrespectful, Linlu Peak's famous disciple Jianghuai."
"Jiang Huai!" Feng Jing whispered in shock: "I know this man. He is the number one disciple of Linlu Peak. All outstanding disciples of each sect are secrets, but he is the most public. No one among the masters knows about him. Zhuang Zhan, we thought we would meet him."
"Then is he as powerful as Hu Xian and the Bu Pumen?" "That's not so. It's just that he has a great reputation. Although he has the power, if he really fights, Hu Xian will not lose to him. The masters of the Bu Pumen Not to mention many."
"Cut," Huzi said disdainfully: "That's just an embroidered pillow, it's of no use." "Shh, keep your voice down." Mu Ziyun gave a look, and then shouted to Jiang Huai: "Brother Jiang, why are you fighting?" ah."
Jiang Huai raised his head and smiled and said: "I'm not afraid to tell you that there is obsidian on the top of this treasure mountain. If you want it, come and grab it together."
"Ah! It turns out to be obsidian." Feng Jing was very excited after hearing this. "Sister, what is obsidian?" "Similar to your White Lotus Cry, the White Lotus Cry can turn the energy of heaven and earth into martial energy. Although obsidian is not as sacred as the White Lotus Cry, it is still a sacred object. It can transform obsidian into The Qi turns into Dharma Qi.”
"If I get one piece, I might be able to enter the luck level." Feng Jing couldn't hide her inner excitement. Obsidian has not been seen for many years, but now it is placed not far away.
Huzi rolled up his sleeves, and with a bang his right arm expanded, exuding martial energy, "Oh, since eldest sister wants it, I'll go get it. Anyone who blocks my way will die!"
Without waiting for Mu Ziyun to stop him, Hu Zi rushed towards Jiang Huai. "Oh, you..." Mu Ziyun stamped his feet angrily, complaining in his heart, couldn't he wait until they fight each other before going to get it?
Unexpectedly, a figure fell in front of him, and it turned out to be a mute. The mute's eyes shone brightly, his expression vaguely filled with expectation and provocation. Mu Ziyun reluctantly stepped in and said to Feng Jing: "Sister, just stay here. It's hard for you to use your technique. I'll just go with Hu Zi."
"Don't try too hard. Even though it's a good thing, he doesn't have to do it, eldest sister. If you're in danger, come back immediately and protect yourself." "Okay, don't worry."
Mu Ziyun took a few steps forward and stepped on the wooden bridge. The old wooden boards creaked and the bridge swayed from side to side. The mute hand poured medicinal powder downwards. The medicine money fell on the wooden bridge to form the words: "I have been If I want to duel with you, I don’t have to hold back.”
"No reservations." Mu Ziyun stretched, "I heard you are very powerful..."
Crack... crackle, a stream of light cut the wooden board open and rushed towards Mu Ziyun. Mu Ziyun smashed the board under his feet with a bang, sprinted into the air, and when he fell back, he divided into six people, two in the vanguard, three in the rear, and the last one stayed in the distance and shot out three white feathers.
Dumb, his body spun around and brought up a small whirlwind, bah...this stream of light actually bent straight like lightning, and walked blah blah blah on the bridge. First it knocked away two muzi clouds, and then the body spun and soared vertically upwards. The stream of light also turned into a spiral shape, and the three subsequent Mu Ziyun were unable to attack and had to retreat.
The mute stopped and fell back to the bridge. At this moment, three white feathers came to his eyes. Poof, a jet of black air spurted out from the middle of the mute, blowing the white feathers away in an instant. Before it was over, the mute took a sharp breath, His right hand was raised to his mouth, and he sprayed thicker black gas toward the muzi cloud in the sky.
"Miasma?" Mu Ziyun felt something was wrong and took out three white feathers again (for insurance, Mu Ziyun brought three sets before coming here). He first used his strength to jump away to avoid the miasma, and then ran quickly along the edge of the cliff. The dumb one kept squirting, but his speed couldn't keep up with Mu Ziyun's.
In a moment, Mu Ziyun stepped on the rope that tied the wooden bridge, jumped on the rope and kicked towards the mute. Bah, bah, bang, bang, on the dilapidated and swaying wooden bridge, Mu Ziyun and the flowing light were fighting back and forth. For Mute, Mu Ziyun was a bit ridiculously fast. For Mu Ziyun, Mute's streamer was invincible, because it couldn't be penetrated, and looking at the wood stained black after the streamer, it was probably poisonous.
The six Mu Ziyun were reduced to two, each holding a white feather, and they switched quickly while cutting, so that there was no intermission in the attack. Over time, it became a bit difficult for the mute. The power of the streamer did not decrease, but he could not withstand the back and forth. The change of direction made me a little confused.
The mute roared, stood still in the middle of the wooden bridge, exhaled, and inhaled suddenly. Things twenty feet around were controlled by the strong suction, and gradually moved towards the center. Mu Ziyun was getting closer, and the gravitational force he received It was so strong that I could only move back as much as I could, but I felt bad.
The mute's body was surrounded by purple and black qi, which was getting thicker and thicker. Many jewelry items had already flown towards this direction and gathered on top of the mute's head. "Damn it." Mu Ziyun kicked his feet hard, "It will be bad if we don't get away."
"Ah!" At this moment, Feng Jing shouted. Mu Ziyun turned around in shock and found that Feng Jing was also attracted by gravity. Mu Ziyun turned around anxiously and shouted to the mute: "Hey! Our duel has nothing to do with anyone else. Don't hurt my eldest sister!"
Unexpectedly, the mute, who was about to complete the martial arts "Hundred Grasses", immediately stopped after hearing this. Mu Ziyun threw his body back violently and rolled several times before stopping.
"Um, thank you..." Mu Ziyun really didn't expect the mute to stop.
The mute looked at Feng Jing, poured medicinal powder on his hand, and the words appeared on the powder: "You, go to the top of Baoshan Mountain and stay there." Mu Ziyun also said to Feng Jing: "Sister, go to the top of the mountain and look at the guy at Chi Miaofeng. Don't. Let her steal the obsidian."
"Okay" Feng Jing ran across the bridge and climbed to the top of the mountain.
The mute poured out the powder again: "Don't keep it, let go." "Okay, come on!"
Rumble... The wooden bridge finally collapsed, leaving only two dangling ropes. "Gugu, Gulu..." On the mountainside, Huzi punched a blue bullfrog that was two people tall.
