The luggage is a small baggage, and it actually weighs nothing when hanging on the body. However, since Qingping City is too far away from here, Xie Jingsong is exhausted just carrying it, so it naturally becomes the straw that breaks the camel's back.
After flying for two minutes and resting for half an hour, she kept flying and stopping like this. It wasn't until the midday sun climbed behind the Western Mountain that she could take her eyes off and see the prototype of Qingping City.
Compared with the small town she started from, Qingping City seemed to be more than two times larger. Although it is bloated in area and does not have a moat to add color, the number of sentry towers surrounding it can be counted on one hand, giving it a somewhat chilling air out of thin air.
Xie Jingsong just glanced at him, and before she even got close, strong pressure came over her. She had a premonition that she would be stabbed into pieces if she took a step forward, so she paused.
Unexpectedly, flying was prohibited over such a large city. Xie Jingsong regretfully took back the popular charm and landed on the ground. His little brain with magical structure turned around and came up with new ideas.
She bent over and took two pictures of the wind character on her legs, and started enjoying the speed and passion with a pair of artificial scuds.
However, misfortunes never come singly. After all, it was due to bad luck. As soon as he took two steps to run, a burst of exciting music leaked into his ears from the wind whistling by his ears.
Playing music passionately in this deserted forest outside Qingping City, this kind of performance art was still too early for people at this time... but the ensuing sound of fighting and the sound of trees collapsing interrupted it Her teasing.
It's broken, it seems like someone started a fight.
With a thump in her heart, Xie Jingsong ran away in the opposite direction without thinking, but the wind charm, which was so effective, threw her near the battlefield before she could react.
Looking around, there were at least two figures of skeletons turning their heads in an instant, showing her hollow and sunken eye sockets.
At some point, the skeleton flashed behind her and stretched out two skeletal arms to lock her in his arms.
……Wow.
A bit strong-willed...female.
It can be seen from the surrounding area that people fleeing famine swept by, and this battle is fierce. Even if she, the third person who suddenly intervened, poked his head around, no one stopped what they were doing - the highest treatment would be for everyone to give her a stingy look, right?
The field was clearly divided into two parties. The weaker party was the male and female monks who were leaning back to back. They were holding flutes to their lips, one on the left and the other on the right. A steady stream of air blades poured out from them and hit the skeleton frame with little effect. of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
On the other side was a tall man wearing a bamboo hat to hide his face, like a cat playing with mice. He was strolling around, commanding the skeletons around him to dodge, and from time to time he could see through the defenses of the two people and the things inside their bodies. Bones shake hands.
"You're just a second-level qi-training guy who dares to commit suicide," the man in the hat looked away and sneered, "but my bones army doesn't care about cultivation."
Xie Jingsong quietly raised her fingertips and sighed quietly: "I'm just passing by, do you believe it?"
The man in a bamboo hat snorted coldly: "Passing by? Could you happen to bump into this place? Don't care, just kill him."
The arm holding her suddenly exerted force as soon as these words were spoken, like a cobra entangled in its prey, intending to strangle her alive in his arms.
She didn't want to become a skeleton and have an unparalleled love affair with the skeleton holding her. She was planning to use a wind talisman to chop the guy to pieces and then run away. The female cultivator who took the time to glance at her moved over and made a few notes that strayed away from the battlefield. The air blade helped her realize her idea in advance.
Although the air blade was only strong enough to miss Bai Gu's hand, these few combos were enough to weaken his strength and give Xie Jingsong some time to escape.
"run!"
The real body is relaxed, but the spiritual body is once again burdened by the shackles of human debt. Xie Jingsong was silent for a moment, instead of retreating, he advanced and opened his hand.
"I really hate debt of gratitude!!!"
The true energy of heaven and earth was summoned, and it surged in with joy and joy. It condensed into a ball of moon-white light in her hand, and she held it.
After thinking for a while, Xie Jingsong summoned wind and fire, and ignited it into a fire dragon that swept all the skull bones into its belly.
"Okay, brother, my corpse has turned into a skeleton, and you still want me to follow you 996," Xie Jingsong reached out and picked up a handful of ashes, held it in the palm of her hand and blew on it, watching the ashes falling to the ground. , "I'll cremate you, thank you."
An incredible voice came from under the bamboo hat: "Who are you? My bone army was tempered by fire! How could it be burned by ordinary fire!"
Unreasonably, Gao smiled and raised his hand, summoning several wind blades aimed at his weak point, and fired them all in unison without a word of nonsense!
Seizing the right opportunity, the male nun Xiu changed the content of the music tacitly. It was like the sound of clear water in the stream swept away her laziness and replaced it with a comfortable excitement!
"..."
WTF? What kind of bad buff is this!
The man in a hat suddenly came to his senses: "That's it!"
The wind blade behind Xie Jingsong's back hair was eaten away by the strange black energy wielded by the man, but the discerning aftermath still blew away his bamboo hat, revealing a face that looked like he had been dead for three days and three nights.
No matter how good-looking his face is, he can't withstand being made like this, not to mention his looks are pretty at best!
Stopping playing, the male cultivator frowned and said, "Aren't you the Qianchigu Ying Cangliu?"
The man in the hat held the flying tulle, said a few words, and then jumped into the strange black energy he had unleashed.
"Haha... I never said it was him and I won't play tricks with you anymore. Since you are determined to die, you can take care of yourself."
Like Xie Jingsong's wind blade that was eaten, the man in the hat seemed to have been "eaten" as well.
The land that had just been forcibly borrowed to serve as a temporary battlefield has returned to its previous peace...but the messy surroundings and ashes everywhere seem to be unable to recover in a short time.
The male cultivator coughed twice, straightened his clothes and came over to say thanks: "Thank you so much for your help, fellow Taoist. I'm a disciple of Luozhu Pavilion of Xuanjian Sect, Wen Zhixian."
The female cultivator who came out from behind him breathed a sigh of relief: "I am Wen Xunyin, this guy's sister, and a disciple of Luozhu Pavilion. Thank you very much just now!"
Xie Jingsong, who wanted to state her name politely to maintain social relations, paused and quietly poked the ashes on the ground with her toes.
These two names sound so familiar... They seem to be the two people she used to divert trouble.
...It doesn’t seem like it, right?
Xie Jingsong, who was in a complicated mood, thought of another thing.
In Ji Shi's words, these two are excellent opponents. In Yang Wangqing's opinion, the two brothers and sisters who can play a murderous poem by picking a leaf are also Le Xiu's geniuses.
But what she just saw was the scene where the so-called genius was almost beaten into the ground?
"I am...um...Xie Jingsong, a disciple of Tingquan Sect. I have something to ask you."
The brother and sister looked at each other and both looked at her.
