As time passed by, the old man with a sharp face became more and more ugly and his body became more and more stooped, almost squatting on the ground.
Mrs. Huayin looked at the old man's embarrassed appearance and felt horrified in her heart, "This boy is so terrifying! It seems that her intuition is indeed good. This young man is at least a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul!"
The people next to them were even more frightened. The people who had made noise before were now standing in the formation with pale faces, not daring to move, as if they were held in place by invisible giant hands like the old man in the field.
"I've seen you, senior!" Several people who had been saved by Liangchen before thought for a moment and bowed to Liangchen.
Liangchen nodded with a smile and waved his hand.
Seeing such a strange scene, the two female disciples controlling the formation were stunned. After a moment, Mrs. Huayin rolled her eyes and waved her hand to the sharp-faced old man:
"Fellow Daoist Xu is not feeling well, so we should wait for the next transmission."
Then he told the disciple next to him: "Activate the formation! Farewell to our distinguished guest!"
"As you command!"
The two women hit the dragon jade with a spell from their mouths. The formation suddenly lit up, the space vibrated, and everyone disappeared from the high platform!
As everyone disappeared, the old man with a pointed face took a long breath and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, are you okay?" Mrs. Huayin immediately stepped forward and asked with concern.
"Madam is so... so unkind. Could it be... that you are teasing me on purpose! Which late-stage great monk did this boy transform into?!" The old man with a sharp face said breathlessly with a hint of fear.
"How can it be!"
"What? Late stage monk!" Mrs. Huayin and the woman beside her exclaimed at the same time, their faces no longer as calm as before!
"What? Madam's friend, don't you know his level?" The sharp-mouthed old man asked when he saw that the surprise on Madam Huayin's face did not seem to be fake.
"Who is my friend? It's just a sudden visit. I want to borrow the teleportation array! I can't sense the realm, and I don't dare to neglect it, so I thought of teleporting him away quickly. I never thought that fellow Taoist Xu was also... .....Isn't this..." Mrs. Huayin spread her hands and said helplessly.
"That's it!" The old man with the sharp face seemed to have finally calmed down and slowly stood up. Thinking of the overwhelming pressure just now, he suddenly felt a little scared.
"Is this son really a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?" Mrs. Huayin asked again in disbelief.
"Madam, please stop teasing me! I have also fought against mid-stage Nascent Soul monks before. Even if I am not an opponent, I can always withstand a few rounds. But today, when I have exhausted all my means and can't even take a step, what's the matter? Is it the power of a mid-term monk?" The sharp-faced old man waved his hands repeatedly.
"Yes!" The more Mrs. Huayin thought about it, the more it made sense. After all, they were both early-stage Nascent Soul monks. Even if they were invincible against mid-stage monks, they could always escape.
It was difficult for him to move forward unless he used great magical powers or used strange treasures to immobilize him. But the young man didn't make any movement at all. He should have only used the power of his divine thoughts!
The ability to achieve this effect with such a level of suppressive power is probably not something that mid-term monks can achieve!
Previously, she had preconceived the idea that this son was a mid-term monk, so she never dared to think about the late-stage great monk, but now she suddenly understood.
"Madam, I was tricked by you, and I offended a late-stage great monk for nothing!
Such great monks are all moody. If they suddenly change their minds and come back to look for me, I will be doomed! "
"That's all! I'm looking for a remote cave for the time being, and then I say goodbye." The sharp-faced old man felt extremely regretful and shook his head repeatedly, then he cupped his hands and walked out of the attic directly, turning into a blue light and flying towards the sea.
After the old man left, Mrs. Huayin's face was also uncertain, and she led the woman in palace clothes back to the top of the attic.
"Master! Is this person really a late-stage great monk?" The woman in palace clothes asked in surprise when she saw that there was no one around.
"Shh!" Mrs. Huayin made a silent gesture.
Then she waved her hands repeatedly, as if a butterfly was dancing, and as it danced, little bits of colorful fluorescence flew out from her body.
As soon as the fluorescent light touched the pillars and beams of the attic, it disappeared immediately. A moment later, there was a buzzing sound in the attic, and a thin layer of colorful light enveloped the entire room.
After everything was done, Mrs. Huayin finally spoke:
"My original intention was to test this person's realm, but I never had a chance. When I arrived at the temple and found that monkey, I thought of a plan and said that. With his irritable temperament, he would definitely stand in the way.
As expected, I originally wanted to watch them fight and speculate on this person's origin, but I didn't expect this person to be so calm. But it's the same. He used such a powerful spiritual power, which is no different from his attack, but he couldn't follow it. The origin is speculated in the moves. "
"Master, you are unparalleled in resourcefulness. Disciple will learn from you!" Upon hearing this, the woman in palace clothes understood the master's painstaking efforts and nodded repeatedly.
"She's actually in the late Nascent Soul stage!" Mrs. Huayin muttered.
"Master, there are quite a few monks in the late period of Zhongzhou! He is either the leader of a sect or a powerful person. This person is unfamiliar and he is so young. Could it be that his appearance has changed?" said the woman in palace clothes.
"Probably not. Draw this boy's appearance first, and then check if there is such a person in Jian Zong!" Mrs. Huayin thought for a moment and gave the order.
"Master, why do you want to investigate the Sword Sect?" the woman in palace clothes asked again.
"While talking to him, although his expression was indifferent and he spoke very few words, he asked where the head of Xiling and the head of Qingshan died!"
"Although I don't mean to be concerned, if you are not related to the Sword Sect, you will definitely not ask this question!" Mrs. Huayin said.
"So that's it! The master is still unparalleled in wisdom. When will the disciple learn such skills as the master!" The woman in palace clothes flashed her eyes and nodded repeatedly.
"You care too much about the power of charm, but always ignore the details. If you don't study hard, how can I let you go to the headquarters with confidence?" Mrs. Huayin stroked her hair lovingly.
"I feel comfortable on this island, but I don't want to go to that place. I just write and read books every day. It's boring to death!" The woman in palace clothes shook her head. As she spoke, a huge book appeared in her hand, with several large characters written on the front: " "Gujin Pavilion: Sword Department", she flipped the pages with her fingers, and the book flipped like the wind.
But for a moment, she exclaimed with surprise:
"Master! Found it! This person is actually the master of Liannan Peak of Xijian Sect!"
"What? The Eleven Swords of Nanfeng?" Mrs. Huayin seemed to have heard of this person's name. She looked in disbelief and saw an image drawn on a page in the book. It was the person who just left, with a line of small words at the back:
"The disciple of the Sunset Sword Saint, the master of Liannan Peak, named Dong Xi Sword, is a practitioner of both magic and body. Because he rarely wins in sword battles, and his strongest record is eleven consecutive defeats, he is nicknamed: Eleven Swords.
He has a spiritual pet, a strange ape named Black Night, and a one-eyed colorful bird named Rainbow.
The realm of speculation: the middle stage of Nascent Soul!
