Seeing that all the meridians in the body had reached their peak state, Ji Liao's eyes changed.
The spiritual energy in the spiritual sea instantly condensed into a small gaseous hammer.
A "boom" sound came from within his spiritual sea.
The small hammer hit the spiritual sea hard, and the spiritual sea surged like water into boiling oil.
Ji Liao's face was also twisted into a ball, looking extremely painful.
"boom!"
Another hammer blow, Ji Liao gritted his teeth and persisted.
All the pores on his body were opened, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy around him.
"Boom boom boom!"
Countless hammers fell, and Ji Liaolinghai finally began to tremble.
"It's now."
Ji Liao's eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth. The small hammer in the spiritual sea smashed more than thirty hammers in just one moment.
"boom!"
The spiritual sea in his body exploded instantly, and a wave of air spread violently outside his body, rushing towards the surroundings. The spiritual light flashed around him, and a surging spiritual energy instantly surged to his limbs and bones. This spiritual energy It was so turbulent that Ji Liao didn't even have time to react. He suddenly felt dizzy and passed out.
On a delicate boat on the stream, a woman wearing a blue silk gauze skirt was standing on the bow of the boat looking at the mountains in the distance.
A girl dressed as a servant followed behind her, looking unhappy.
But I saw a woman in gauze, with an extremely beautiful appearance. Her long black hair was tied with an aqua blue hairband, and an emerald green jade hairpin tied her long hair up. A pair of willow eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, seemingly showing endless sadness, and her eyes were like water waves. , there seems to be infinite tenderness hidden inside, the small nose and thin lips, every part of it does not make this woman a stunning beauty.
This woman is none other than Zhang Yunyao, the daughter of Zhang Weizhong.
"Miss, why did the master agree to Wang Xianfu's proposal of marriage? Who in Yongding City doesn't know the virtues of his third young master?" the maid said gloomily.
"Hey, Cui'er, stop talking. My father is also helpless. People like us who show great power are worse than pigs and dogs in the eyes of others. If I am used to exchange for the peace of the whole family, I have nothing to say." Zhang Yunyao Although he said this, there was a kind of unwillingness hidden in those watery eyes.
"Miss, that is your lifelong happiness, how could you..."
"Tui'er, look!"
Before the maid Cui'er finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhang Yunyao.
But he saw Zhang Yunyao stretching out his onion-like jade fingers, his eyes widened, pointing at the top of a mountain peak in disbelief.
"Hey, there's a ghost..."
Cui'er looked around and saw bursts of white light flashing suddenly at the top of the mountain pointed by Zhang Yunyao. The white light flickered for a few times and then disappeared. Cui'er suddenly opened her mouth wide in shock and screamed.
Zhang Yunyao didn't think as Cui'er did. Although immortals were rare in Fengyong Kingdom, they were definitely not absent. Zhang Yunyao knew in his memory that there was a famous family of immortal cultivators in Fengyong Kingdom, the "Ji Family."
She had never been there, but she had heard about it. She heard that the Ji family was extremely closed-minded and never interacted with mortals. Even mortal emperors would put down their arrogance and ask for peace with the Ji family when they came to the Ji family.
In the eyes of mortals like them, immortal cultivators are god-like beings. Those people come and go without a trace, walking high and high on the clouds. They can fly hundreds of miles away in an instant, and they usually don't cut it at all. When dealing with mortals, most of them practice alone in deep mountains and dangerous areas, or they monopolize an endless mountain range, establish a sect, and set up numerous restrictions to prevent mortals from entering.
Zhang Yunyao's eyes lit up and he turned around quickly, "Boatman, get close to that mountain quickly."
"Hey, okay!" The boatman wearing a bamboo hat responded, sliding the paddle towards the mountain peak.
After a while, the small boat arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Zhang Yunyao got off the boat without hesitation and headed towards the mountain.
Cui'er, who was standing on the boat, hurriedly followed and said anxiously, "Miss, what are we doing here?"
Zhang Yunyao ignored her and said to the boatman behind him, "Boatman, wait for me for a while and I will give you more money."
"Okay!" The boatman smiled happily. It was rare to meet such a wealthy person who chartered a boat. If he could get more money by wearing his watch after waiting a little longer, he couldn't be happier.
Zhang Yunyao lifted up her skirt and stepped forward.
This mountain is not high, about forty feet tall, but it is difficult to see anyone setting foot on this place, so it is extremely difficult to walk, with strange trees and overgrown weeds.
The two of them walked for almost half an hour with only a dozen feet apart, and they also received many scratches on their bodies!
Cui'er muttered as she walked, "Miss, why are we here? Look at what's happening to you. When you get home, the master will scold me again."
Zhang Yunyao smiled slightly, "I must go and see what is on the mountain. Maybe there is a great opportunity for me there."
Zhang Yunyao had a few weeds stuck in her hair and a few blood-red wounds on her arms, but her eyes were bright and she walked firmly towards the top of the mountain.
After about an hour, the two finally climbed to the top of the mountain. When they looked up, they found that the top of the mountain was not big, and it was desolate as far as the eye could see.
When Cui'er saw that there was nothing here, she couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, "Miss, after crawling for so long, there is nothing here."
"Looking for it!" Zhang Yunyao said.
The master and the servant were looking for each other on the top of the mountain.
"Ah..." Cui Er screamed and looked behind a boulder in horror.
Zhang Yunyao hurriedly ran over and saw a young man wearing a black robe lying behind the boulder. The young man was about sixteen or seventeen years old, seven feet tall and had a simple appearance. He was sleeping there.
"Found it!" Zhang Yunyao's eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The master and servant leaned over, Zhang Yunyao frowned slightly and moved his nose slightly.
Cui'er pinched her nose and said, "Miss, why does this person smell so bad? Look at the sticky stuff on his body. It's so disgusting."
Zhang Yunyao was also puzzled, but he rolled his eyes a few times, gritted his teeth, walked over, tried the young man's breathing, and found that his breathing was stable, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He bent down and said, "Tui'er, help me put him on my back. I'll carry him down the mountain."
"Ah? Miss, you want to carry him down the mountain? No, no," Cui'er decisively refused.
"Just do what I tell you to do, faster." Zhang Yunyao scolded.
"Then let me do it, miss." Seeing that the miss was a little angry, Cui'er trembled and gritted her teeth after thinking for a while.
Zhang Yunyao shook his head.
"No, I'll do it myself."
Ji Liao slowly opened his eyes and found that he was lying on a comfortable bed, his nose filled with a refreshing fragrance.
"Where is this?" Ji Liao frowned slightly.
"Are you awake?" A gentle voice sounded.
Ji Liao turned around and saw a very beautiful woman appearing in front of her, smiling calmly at him.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Zhang Yunyao."
"Where is this?"
"this is my house."
"Your home?" Ji Liao was slightly surprised. He remembered that before he fell into coma, he was trying his best to break through the third level of Qi. Unexpectedly, when he broke through the third level, a surging spiritual energy suddenly burst out in his body. After that, he Can't remember anything.
Thinking of this, Ji Liao quickly closed his eyes and looked inside. At this time, Ji Liao's spiritual sea expanded again, and the spiritual energy was much richer than the second level of Naqi. The soul-sealing talisman was still purifying spiritual energy, but Ji Liao's body's The meridians were damaged in many places, obviously injured.
"How did that happen?"
Ji Liao was puzzled. This was the first time he encountered a sudden burst of spiritual energy since he started practicing. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't understand it, so he simply didn't think about it.
Ji Liao opened his eyes and found that his clothes had been changed. He was shocked and reached for his waist. There was no storage bag on his waist.
Ji Liao's face darkened, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Girl, where are my things."
