The four demons of Lingshan, the temporary disciples of the old Taoist priest Ci Huan, were crushed under the "Four Fingers Peak" and lost their lives in this way.
"I have a close relationship with your real master, "Lingshan Ancestor". Alas, it is indeed a pity that the last sixty breaths are missing."
"It's a pity that your master is still serving his sentence on Jueying Island. Just you four disciples, and now this Lingshan sect has been wiped out!"
After completing the whole act, the old Taoist priest sighed a few words at the end and started laughing as he spoke. He turned around and said to Hui Huan and Yang Ya behind him: "Why are you two laughing? If I hadn't forgotten that there are only four of them, wait. Their [Four Pillar Warriors] were 10%, and now you are the ones being crushed to a pulp!"
Hui Huan chuckled and saluted again: "It's Master who is great, but they are unlucky. By the way, Master, why are you here?"
Yang Ya was as if he was seeing an idol, and he flattered him sternly: "Uncle, you are really amazing. This [One Qi Changhong Technique] is really exquisite."
Also, anyone who has learned the wonderful magic of "the best swordsman in the Huanjiao" in vain will not be allowed to play gongs and drums and have fun for three days.
The old Taoist priest wrinkled his face and said nothing. He raised his hand and waved out a "Sword Qi Cloud" more than three feet long. He carried the two of them and flew in the direction of the real dragon without any hesitation.
Before going back to resume his life, he wanted to see with his own eyes the real dragon that he had been searching for for thirty years in Wan Mountain, and also send it back to Huan and the others to a safe place.
This three-foot-long "Sword Qi Cloud" was so fast and steady that Yang Ya felt that he just blinked and the huge body of the real dragon was already in front of his eyes.
"You two go down and let me meet this old friend alone."
"Oh, one more thing. There are two more people in your group. They are near the other real dragon in Yifantan."
While the old Taoist priest drove them away, he revealed the most important information to Hui Huan.
Yang Ya was really happy when he returned to the world, thinking that the two of them had been unlucky all the way in [Futu], but at the last moment, they actually started to get lucky.
Huihuan once again thanked the old Taoist priest, and then took Yang Ya to the ground awkwardly. The two of them looked around and found that there were more practitioners following the real dragon in twos and threes than they expected.
"Let's follow like this. Once Xu Shi's life and death zone comes out, we will choose the opportunity to go to the captain's side."
After Yang Ya finished speaking, he continued to look up at the sky.
"Okay, I'm at your disposal at any time from Vice Captain Yang."
Hui Huan's mood at this moment was inexplicably refreshing.
"I have a bad premonition." Yang Ya licked his canines and said suddenly in disappointment.
"Are you afraid that Master will fight with this real dragon?"
Hui Huan also looked up and found that the speed of the "Rich Dragon" seemed to have indeed slowed down.
Hui Huan suddenly felt something in his heart: "Don't tell me yet, this is really a possibility!"
Yang Ya narrowed his eyes: "What grudges can there be between my uncle and this big dragon?"
Hui Huan shook his head: "I don't know, it seems to be some kind of obsession. After all, Master has been here for thirty years, but like us, this is the first time to face a real dragon and see it alive. "
Yang Ya sneered: "Is it what those alchemists in the sect said, that the soul of a true dragon can make an elixir of immortality?"
Hui Huan said in a deep voice: "It's not an alchemist, it was the teacher who told the master himself."
Yang Ya let out a sigh and stopped talking and didn't dare to talk anymore. He just opened his eyes wide again and continued to look at the sky.
Heaven.
Master Ci Huan's "Sword Qi Cloud" is like a giant sword, inserted diagonally from the side, just against the neck of "Wealthy Dragon".
Even he, Master Cihuan, had to look up to see the majestic appearance of this real dragon.
The head is as big as a mountain, the eyes are like Venus, and there is a majestic single horn on the head, like a fairy tree that is hundreds of millions of years old.
And his whole body was inlaid with countless gems, and the brilliance of hundreds of thousands of gems merged into a huge phantom light.
It was as if there was an extra Milky Way in the sky, hanging down.
It's like a gem holding up the sky, but it can still move on its own.
All the fantasies suddenly took on such a concrete image.
The old Taoist priest has traveled throughout the entire Tai'er continent in his life, and has never seen such a majestic, magnificent, and domineering creature.
He knew that this was indeed what the leader said, it was what he had dreamed of.
The true material most desired by alchemists in the world.
Countless times, Master Ci Huan has imagined himself facing him, when and where he would be, how it would be, what kind of weather it would be under, and what kind of mood he would be in?
What kind of reaction will there be?
Now, his heart suddenly felt blank for a few breaths.
It seemed like his strong heartbeat had missed a few beats.
Master Ci Huan felt that everything around him became a little unreal.
Then in the constant "clang" sound of the real dragon body gem, Master Cihuan and the [Shocking Rainbow Trailing Light Sword] he was carrying began to tremble uncontrollably, a little excited, a little excited, There are also some, small fears.
Master Ci Huan didn't know how long it had been since he had felt "fearful".
He suddenly liked it very much and liked it very much now.
at the moment.
this moment.
I really like this feeling of fear that can only be experienced by being a human being.
The old Taoist priest trembled and read out a poem.
A poem written intermittently over thirty years.
"The galaxy hangs upside down and we meet for the first time."
At the first sentence, the real dragon suddenly stopped, followed by everyone on the ground.
In the sky, the old Taoist priest's "Sword Qi Cloud" soared to tens of feet, and the second line of the poem drifted randomly under the Milky Way.
"The sword on the back of the hand seems empty."
The clanging sound of the real dragon became louder, and he cast his star-like eyes on the old Taoist priest.
He blinked twice.
The huge light and heat combined with the wind coming from nowhere blew the old Taoist priest's clothes, blowing his gray hair and beard.
The old Taoist priest read out the third sentence.
"The skill of swordsmanship has become heavenly."
The real dragon roared loudly, causing tremors in all directions. The monks under their feet once again suffered from the flying sand and rocks that were like natural disasters.
The old Taoist priest remained motionless, and the black sword behind his back also made a clanging sound of piercing the sky.
"Slay the real dragon where there is a real dragon!"
When the fourth line of the poem was read out, the old Taoist priest's tone changed, his eyes closed and opened, and at the same time, he moved his hands.
The flying sand and rocks, and the stars all over the sky, all stopped for a moment.
Everyone thought that the old Taoist priest was about to draw his sword.
Everyone believed that a war was inevitable.
Yang Ya clenched his fists tightly, so nervous that he wanted to break his teeth.
Hui Huan opened his mouth, knowing that once the old Taoist priest came out with these four lines, only one of the real dragon and the master would survive.
However, after the real dragon roared, he turned around and walked away even faster, as if he didn't pay attention to the old Taoist priest at all.
The old Taoist priest only brought his hands from behind to the front and made a slight fist.
"Brother, I understand, I'll see you later."
Then he looked up to the sky and smiled, Master Ci Huan set up the "Sword Qi Cloud", turned around and flew back to the Grand View without any hesitation.
Some people died, but not completely...
