This Master Jinghong is actually in the phaseless state!
How does Xu Qian know the strength of the other party? Although Jinghong Zhenren is famous throughout the country, the depth of his cultivation has not been announced. There are all folk rumors. Anyway, to ordinary people, immortal cultivators are superior and powerful. As for what realm they are. , what’s the difference.
Just now Xu Qian asked Jinghong about his identity, but Jinghong didn't answer, and now Qian Shu doesn't pay attention to his question at all. Jinghong felt a little embarrassed and snorted coldly: "No matter who you are, you can't save anyone in my hands today! Even you, you have to stay!"
Qianshu has defeated a strong person in the formless realm with his own hands, and the momentum he displays is naturally different from that of an immortal cultivator who has never defeated the formless realm. Not only is there calmness and confidence in his eyebrows, but there is even a hint of excitement in his eyes when he looks at Master Jinghong. It means disdain.
The imitation elf gun in Qianshu's hand moved, and Master Jinghong noticed the gun. The pattern on the gun was very elegant, and you could tell at a glance that it was not ordinary.
A spear shot from the air, and Jinghong's fly whisk swung, forming multiple layers of body-protecting aura. The Elf's spear failed to completely pierce through it. Just as a smile appeared on Jinghong's face, Qianshu flew forward and slapped the tail of the gun with his palm. The elf spear that prevented it erupted again with great power, instantly piercing the body's protective aura. He was shocked, and immediately flew back, but it was too late, and he was still stabbed in the shoulder by the spear, cutting off a small piece of flesh.
Jinghong stabilized his body, threw the fly whisk in front of him, then pushed it with both palms, and the fly fly flew towards Qianshu with colorful brilliance.
The whisk suddenly released countless silk threads, trying to bind Qianshu. Qianshu waved the spear in his hand, drew a circle, and cut all the threads.
At this time, Xu Qian saw an imperceptible smile on Jinghong's face, and felt bad.
Sure enough, in the next moment, those cut silk threads seemed to be alive, and they were as hard as steel needles and flew toward the thousands of trees.
Xu Qian's face turned pale with fright. Could it be that Qianshu was so beautiful that he would become a sieve?
Elf Frozen
Suddenly, a layer of hard ice about a fist thick appeared around Qianshu, and a faint blue light appeared above the ice layer. Obviously, this was no ordinary ice.
Even if the thin thread is as hard as a steel needle, it cannot penetrate the ice layer, and some of the threads are even frozen by the ice layer.
At this moment, the head of the fly whisk in Master Jinghong's hand disappeared somewhere. He was holding a wooden stick in his hand, and the head of the wooden stick was actually a metal pointed cone with a cold glow.
Everyone present knew that the weapon that could be used as a weapon in the hands of a strong person in the phaseless realm could not be ordinary metal. This sharp cone could definitely pierce the body of a monk who was far stronger than ordinary people.
The sharp cone pierced into the ice. As expected, the ice could not withstand such a ferocious attack. It immediately shattered and then atomized without a trace.
Qianshu's beautiful eyes flashed with coldness, and she held a spear in her hand and was about to swipe across Jinghong's throat.
At this moment, Qian Shu found strangely that his body seemed to be restrained by something, and his movements became half slower.
Although it is only half a point, when strong players fight, even a momentary mistake can become a fatal mistake. Qianshu's spear missed, but Jinghong Zhenren's palm fell heavily on Qianshu's shoulder first.
This palm was really not light, and Qianshu flew backwards. Fortunately, Xu Qian caught her, otherwise she would not be able to control her body in time and fell heavily to the ground.
"That dwarf is weird." Qianshu's voice sounded in Xu Qian's ears.
When Xu Qian entered Prince Chang's Mansion, he was grabbed by a big hand. At that time, he felt that he could avoid it, but he didn't know why. It felt very strange, as if he was in the ocean. His movements It suffers from the resistance of water, so it is generally slower than in air.
Both he and Qianshu suffered. Qianshu's words may not be understood by others, but Xu Qian understood the meaning as soon as he heard them. What made their movements slow was the little man who had been standing next to Jinghong.
Master Jinghong did not continue to take action, but looked at Xu Qian and the two with a slightly proud look.
"I told you, none of you can leave today!"
Xu Qian said disdainfully: "Why are you so arrogant? It's not because you have the ability. If it weren't for him, you would have been dug into a hornet's nest by this spear."
In fact, Jinghong was not as unbearable as Xu Qian said. Even in the fight just now, he only suffered a small loss because he initially underestimated Qianshu's strength. If there was a fight to the death, it was still unclear who would win.
Xu Qian could tell that Jinghong was more face-saving, so he spoke like this. Once the other person's mood became unstable, there would be an opportunity to take advantage of him.
When Master Jinghong heard Xu Qian's words, he couldn't help but retorted: "He is my servant. What's the problem when master and servant join forces to fight against the enemy? What about you, asking a woman to save you and yet you dare to speak arrogant words!"
Jinghong was right. A servant's ability was his master's face. Being able to make a strong man his servant also showed that he was very capable. This view was mainstream in the Tang Dynasty.
Xu Qian laughed and said, "She is my woman. What's the problem if a husband and wife join forces to fight against the enemy?"
Being refuted by the same sentence pattern, Master Jinghong was speechless and felt extremely unhappy. But Xu Qian said that there was no problem at all. A couple teamed up to kill an enemy. This kind of thing could even be passed down as a good story.
"Old Taoist, let me ask you, what is your relationship with King Chang? Why did you show up at his house?"
Master Jinghong laughed angrily, "Now that Taoist monks have the upper hand, when will it be your turn to ask questions? If you want to get information from my mouth, use some means to defeat me before asking questions!"
Xu Qian whispered to Qianshu, "You deal with that Taoist, and I'll deal with the dwarf."
Qianshu glanced at Xu Qian and thought to himself, it would be embarrassing for you to assign opponents like this.
Xu Qian was so shameless that he couldn't think so much. After saying that, he took out a spiritual sword and killed the short man. Upon seeing this, Qianshu immediately fought against Master Jinghong again.
Xu Qian had a very strange idea about this short man's abilities. Because he felt that this was not some kind of combat skill, nor did it seem like a natural talent, but more likely a superpower. However, it was recognized that there were no superpowers in Blue Sea Star. Could it be that this person was a superpower who came to the Tang Dynasty from the earth? A capable person?
Xu Qian's spirit sword was still two meters away from the short man. For him, this distance was only a moment, but he saw a strange smile on the other man's face, and then his movements slowed down, even to the point of slowing down. No different from ordinary people.
The short man dodged the sword.
"I don't believe it." Xu Qian continued to chase the other party. At this time, he felt a sense of shame of being teased.
But a minute passed, and he didn't even touch the opponent's hair. As long as he gets close to the little dwarf, his movements will slow down. But the opponent never took the initiative to attack. Even at the slowest moment, the short man just continued to dodge and escape without attacking once.
The fight between Qianshu and Jinghong was very lively. Both of them tried their best, but they still couldn't do anything to each other.
Master Jinghong could naturally see that Qianshu's cultivation level was not as good as his own, and being forced into a tie by a young female monk whose level was lower than his own, Jinghong felt ashamed and wondered whether to use some of his trump cards.
"Old Master Jinghong, let me tell you, why are you doing this? Why don't we sit down and talk, in case we don't need to fight at all, what is the purpose of this fighting?" Xu Qian still hasn't figured out Jinghong until now. Why do you appear here and why do you want to attack them?
Master Jinghong snorted coldly: "It's okay to wait, Dao Na is ordered by His Majesty to guard the Crown Princess here. Anyone who enters Prince Chang's Mansion rashly can be killed directly."
"Princess?" Xu Qian looked confused, "You mean Lin Qiaoni became Li Yuanxi's wife?"
"Calling the prince by his first name is contempt for the emperor's majesty. You really deserve to die!" Jinghong was about to strike again, but Xu Qian quickly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, I haven't finished speaking yet. I'll fight him after I finish." "
"You, a monk in the formless realm, would actually succumb to the imperial power? This is unreasonable! What are you trying to do?" Xu Qian didn't know much about the situation in the Tang Dynasty, but he still knew something about it. The emperor is the emperor of mortals. Few monks, especially high-level monks, will recognize the imperial power in their hearts. After all, monks are already half-immortals, can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and their life span is as long as a mortal's several lifetimes. Even one person can stand up to it. The last army had no attachment to worldly things, so there was no need to care about the ghost emperor.
Of course, the thinking of the Tang Empire was different from that of China. These immortal cultivators were just ordinary people at first, and the principle of king and minister was deeply ingrained. And as long as you don’t break through Taiqing, you are still not an immortal. You still have to eat and sleep, you also have seven emotions and six desires, and you have birth, old age, illness and death. It doesn’t necessarily mean that you can really be pure in heart and have few desires.
Therefore, there were immortal cultivators who served the imperial court in the Tang Dynasty, but there were very few immortal cultivators in the phaseless realm as strong as Jinghong.
