Ignoring Jiang Yanxue for a while, he raised thousands of ducks in Xie Jingsong's ears. They all opened and closed their mouths around her and said, "What's going on? Please speak quickly, please tell me."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yunqing blocked his ears and stared at Xie Jingsong with pitiful eyes.
The well-educated Jiang Yanxue received an unbearable punch and cried out pitifully: "How could this be possible!"
Xie Jingsong, who had become the principal of a kindergarten inexplicably, was exhausted, but she still had the strength to hold back her eyes: "...you can see for yourself."
She opened her palms, and their eyes immediately focused on it, but they saw nothing.
"I said, should something pop out of it?"
"..."
Xie Jingsong wanted to pry open Jiang Yanxue's brain to see what was inside: "What is your cultivation level?"
"In the middle stage of foundation building, we are almost about to break through," Jiang Yanxue asked curiously, "Why do you ask this?"
"Nothing, I just suddenly wondered why cultivating immortals can't cure the brain."
Jiang Yanxue was not angry at being ridiculed like this. She changed her position and stared at him for a while, then shook her head and said, "I really didn't see anything."
"Who's true energy can be seen directly?" Xie Jingsong picked up a dead leaf and covered it. "She has never been an immortal and doesn't understand. Don't you understand either?"
Seeing the dead leaves floating in the palm of his hand rise and fall, as if the wind was blowing below, Jiang Yanxue suddenly realized: "That's it!"
Xie Jingsong casually flicked away the dead leaves, twisted her aching wrist and said, "After you introduce the Qi into your body, you will naturally find a path. I am following the Talisman Path."
Fu Dao, but it is the kind that can be written by writing, but there are many restrictions at present, and the only one that can succeed is the word "fire".
"Oh, oh, oh," Jiang Yanxue, who had no idea how talented he was at being able to find a way to bring Qi into the body within half a day, nodded, then thought of something else and retorted in a low voice, "I have only been practicing for two or three years. …”
Xie Jingsong, who knew that he was an absolute genius in being able to reach the middle stage of foundation building in two or three years, was startled, and unconsciously glanced back and forth at the young man in front of him with a somewhat scrutinizing gaze.
She was almost shocked to realize that this was the first time she was looking at him.
It's not that she looked down on people in the past, but she had a passive habit of subconsciously evaluating everyone who was close to her and could have an impact on her. So when someone could "deceive" her eyes, Xie Jingsong's suddenly awakened brain began to be alert.
The young Jiang Yanxue undoubtedly has a good skin, with red lips, white teeth, fine eyebrows and elegant eyes. When he met her eyes, he showed a smile that he didn't know why but just wanted to do, with a set of beautiful white teeth.
Although he was wearing the uniform robes worn by Xuanjian Sect disciples, his temperament was as high as the rising sun, and he could not be ignored no matter how he thought about it.
"..."
In the end, Xie Jingsong just calmly looked away and praised sincerely: "Two or three years... That's pretty good."
Jiang Yanxue, who didn't feel that the relationship between his predecessors was reversed at all, chuckled. Just as he was spreading some sunshine and getting ready to shine, he saw that Xie Jingsong was already looking at Zhang Yunqing, so he had to manually switch between sunny and rainy weather in his heart.
"I've found the master for you. Can you pack your bags and follow me later?"
Zhang Yunqing, who was so restless that he didn't hear what she said clearly, nodded randomly: "Well..."
He stopped mid-nodding: "Huh? What did you say?"
The eldest lady turned her head hard to look over, and met a pair of smiling eyes, but the confusion of shock broke away the twitching. She did not blink, just looked at Xie Jingsong infatuatedly, but the question in her mind came out: "What do you mean? What?"
Xie Jingsong looked at her and said, "Don't you want to cultivate immortality? I've found a master for you. Let's go back to the foot of the mountain and pack our bags."
Instead of seeing his expected eyes widening like bells, Zhang Yunqing's face drooped, filled with complex emotions about an elder in the family who had encountered a health care product scam.
She asked cautiously: "Are you serious?"
Xie Jingsong said in a shocked voice: "Am I the kind of unreliable person?"
"...It's hard to answer."
The reliability of this person depends on the degree of her convulsions, but who knows when she will have convulsions! ! !
"You're serious. Our master's name is Qu Yijiu." Xie Jingsong thought for a while and found an appropriate description, "He is a handsome man who seems to be very capable."
She emphasized the last two words.
Zhang Yunqing shook his head and said: "No, it doesn't matter whether a handsome man is handsome or not. This is what you pay most attention to, right? Do you think I will like a handsome man? And what I am thinking about is how long we have only been down the mountain. When did you... "
She suddenly paused.
"That time?"
Xie Jingsong showed a teachable look: "Not bad."
Jiang Yanxue beside her started to go crazy: "When was it? What secrets are you talking about behind my back? No, can I beg you to speak clearly?"
Xie Jingsong kicked his sword, and at the speed of light, she put on a childish expression: "I told you it's a secret, how can I tell you so easily?"
"Why do you keep kicking my sword! Do you know that if any monsters appear, it will protect you..."
"Hehe~"
Just at this moment, a faint chuckle came from afar, penetrated into everyone's ears, and interrupted Jiang Yanxue's words.
He showed a half-crying look and quietly shrank towards where Xie Jingsong was.
Feeling someone carefully tugging at her sleeve, Xie Jingsong turned her head and looked at Jiang Yanxue's timid face: "Um, what's your current level of cultivation?"
Xie Jingsong made an estimate: "I'm on the second level of Qi training. Why are you asking?"
Jiang Yanxue, who had already unilaterally announced the end of the fight before the fight, said in a trembling voice: "It's okay. I want to say that it's good to die here. It's a place with beautiful scenery."
As the last ray of sunlight was swallowed up by the darkness, the thick fog that spewed out from nowhere spread over the woods in an instant. When the howling wind took away their only source of fire, Xie Jingsong subconsciously stretched out her hands to her left and right to catch a small quail.
Zhang Yunqing hugged her left arm tremblingly, and said in a voice that was not frightening at all: "What, what is this?"
Jiang Yanxue hugged her right arm tremblingly, and her voice was equally sad: "At least the skinned ghost at the Golden Core stage cannot be defeated. There is no hope of salvation. Let's wait to die."
No, buddy, you?
Xie Jingsong wanted to speak but stopped. He stopped talking but wanted to.
Just as she was waiting to get more information about the Skinned Ghost from Jiang Yanxue, her heart suddenly shrank.
With her eyelashes trembling slightly, Xie Jingsong suddenly raised her right arm and turned it in front of her chest, not caring about Jiang Yanxue who was almost frightened by her big move. Her fingertips flew in the air and wrote a scrawled "fire" "Character.
A small flame shook its head and pounced on the source of Xie Jingsong's uneasiness - a sharp piece of human skin that was hidden by the mist so that no one noticed it.
If the fire hadn't been set in time, the three of them would have been cut in half in a row.
The screams and wailing sounds from all directions intertwined with the blazing fire in everyone's eyes, forming a rather horrifying scene that made Zhang Yunqing's mind go blank and his body began to weaken.
"Is it afraid of fire?"
His tone was questioning, but his heart was certain. Xie Jingsong wanted to test it again, but suddenly heard Jiang Yanxue's loud reminder: "Be careful!"
The sound of being unsheathed rang in my ears, and at the same time, a bit of cold light began to leak out, like white frost. Jiang Yanxue's long sword buzzed and showed its edge, mixed with the sticky flesh that rushed towards Xie Jingsong.
Even more miserable than the skinned ghost's wail of pain was Jiang Yanxue's desperate cry: "Ahhhhh Shuangmang! Ahhhhh you're dirty! Ahhhhh brother! Damn it, I'll fight you!" "
He controlled the frost sword that could not be pulled back and jumped anxiously. He put his fingers together to concentrate and began to concentrate on fighting that lump of soft flesh.
The soft flesh seems to have infinite vitality, and it can grow back quickly after being cut off. Even if Xie Jingsong burns it with fire, it will not help - it is well protected by the layer of blood-smelling liquid on the surface.
The immortals practiced in the afternoon, and the people probably left at night. Whose good person used the ghosts of the golden elixir stage to practice?
She knew exactly what kind of rotten fish and shrimps she had here! A fool who is in the middle stage of foundation building, a defenseless silly Baitian, and she is a useless snack who just practiced Qi today. The combination of these three people is a big "crippling".
While paying attention to the movements around her, Xie Jingsong shouted at the top of her voice: "Isn't this near your sect! How can you sleep with such a thing? How many people can it kill with one slap!"
Jiang Yanxue had no time to worry about, but still took the time to answer her question: "This kind of monster is good at hiding! And no one reported that there was a ghost. I still want to ask what's going on!"
"Go away, kid, be careful behind you!"
Xie Jingsong glanced around, and after telling Zhang Yunqing, who was almost turned into mud, to be careful around him to protect himself, he put his hands together like a gun and fired several clusters of small flames, but still could not break the defense on the other side.
In the final analysis, the level is too low and the Qi is not enough, so the flames are like hitting an egg against a stone.
Seeing that his true energy was about to be exhausted, Xie Jingsong calmly found a place and collapsed, turning into a walking emoticon: I have burned out and turned into snow-white ashes.
Her side has come to an end, and the battle next to her is almost over - Jiang Yanxue stepped on the frost sword that was finally rescued and trembled, setting up a cold sword intent around her body, while the soft flesh staring at him eagerly below formed a circle. The team is ready to go.
"Help!"
Xie Jingsong read back frankly: "If you can't beat me, you're hopeless. Just wait to die."
Soon, spider web-like soft flesh surrounded them, and a mysterious perception made Xie Jingsong's thoughts move again. She raised her eyes and twitched the corner of her mouth: "Good at... hiding?"
A grotesque human-shaped flesh emerged from the depths of the forest...an oval ball. It had no eyes, but Xie Jingsong could feel the salivating desire staring straight at her, as if she were a walking Tang Monk.
Oops, I suddenly realized why I was targeted by this thing!
Jiang Yanxue didn't have Liu Shen Wuzhu at the moment, but it was almost there: "Yes, it's very difficult to catch. It will only come out in a sure-win situation."
What answered him was Xie Jingsong's faint smile: "...It's not a good habit to look down on people like this."
