After a while, Nie Xiaoqian returned.

She changed into a long white dress, with two strands of light gauze draped over her shoulders, revealing her graceful figure. Her long hair, which was originally pulled into a bun, was tied up with a simple hair tie. At this time, the breeze was blowing, and her black hair was fluttering.

, she bent slightly to avoid it, looking extremely weak.

"Which direction should we go next?" Wang Sheng said expressionlessly.

"Go straight to the north for three hundred miles and you should be able to reach the official road. There will be directions for the rest of the journey." Now Nie Xiaoqian seemed to have given up on resisting and was very cooperative. She even had a slight smile on her face when she said this.

With a coquettish eyebrow and a sweet smile, her pale face became an embellishment. If Ning Caichen were here, he would definitely feel affection for her and protect Nie Xiaoqian no matter who she was or what her thoughts were.

It's a pity that she met Wang Sheng, an alien who came from modern times. He had experienced too much information bombardment. Nie Xiaoqian's natural beauty was indeed stunning, but he was not unable to restrain himself.

"Then let's go."

When they came to a flat place, Wang Sheng did not dare to use the cloud climbing technique. With his magical feet, he carried Nie Xiaoqian's body, which was as light as a boneless body, without any burden.

Viewed from a distance, every time his toes tap the ground, his body will appear like a phantom several meters or even ten meters away, almost like a ghost walking out during the day.

After adjusting, Nie Xiaoqian changed her previous silence. Her eyes were bright and she said: "This body technique looks unusual. Could it be the legendary magical foot power in Buddhism?"

She had never seen a monk who could use the magic foot power, so she made this judgment based on past experiences and legends.

Wang Sheng did not answer, and she continued: "As far as I know, the Buddhist Shenzu Tong can only be learned and practiced, and there is no method of teaching it at all. Therefore, generally those who can understand the Shenzu Tong are those with Buddhist origins. Correspondingly,

Their cultivation must be profound, and there are very few monks who can comprehend the divine power innately."

In fact, she had never heard of anyone being able to comprehend the magical power innately. Wang Shengzhan was the first example she had heard of and seen.

"Is your identity as a monk true?"

"If this is really the case, there is no chance that you will really get any opportunities when you go to Shaolin this time. It is much easier to get opportunities as a monk." She spoke slowly.

Nie Xiaoqian observed Wang Sheng's expression and saw that his face was still calm and there was nothing unusual about it.

"I wonder if you have any news. It is said that this opportunity does not depend entirely on strength, but more on the guidance of one's fate. Opportunities will choose their own. In other words, those of us in the younger generation may not have no chance."

Wang Sheng still had no response, and Nie Xiaoqian gritted her teeth, "I heard that this opportunity can lead to a direct path. Regarding the mystery of becoming an immortal, as long as you get a little bit of it, you may be able to cultivate in silence for hundreds of years and become an immortal."

Become an immortal! Wang Sheng glanced at her.

He knew the weight of this word. Uncle Lingxuzi had been stuck at the peak of the Dao Jindan for hundreds of years, but he was stuck at the last step and couldn't make any progress. Even Guanyin lamented that he had little hope of becoming an immortal in this life.

It is conceivable that there are definitely not a few people in the world who are stuck in the last step like Uncle Lingxuzi, but very few people can successfully cross it.

If such an opportunity were presented to them, they would absolutely go crazy.

Nie Xiaoqian felt happy, Wang Sheng finally responded, and she continued.

"You are looking for the Sophora Tree Demon Grandma just because you want to get that rare treasure." She looked at Wang Sheng's face, "But to tell you the truth, that rare treasure is firmly in the hands of the Black Mountain Demon. With your cultivation,

Because I can’t get it at all, it’s because of this Shaolin opportunity. It doesn’t value strength, but rather fate. If you work hard, you might have some hope.”

Wang Sheng was expressionless and didn't say anything.

But for Nie Xiaoqian, Wang Sheng's failure to stop her from continuing to speak meant that she had something on her mind.

"Although no one knows what this opportunity is now, what is certain is that Buddhist disciples will have the upper hand, because this opportunity should belong to Buddhism and is specially prepared for Buddhist disciples. It is just a big tree attracting wind. Not only Shaolin, but the entire Buddhism

They all suffered great disasters because of this incident.”

Nie Xiaoqian stared at Wang Sheng, "But correspondingly, authentic Buddhist monks are protected by many forces. Therefore, as an authentic disciple of Buddhism, the best choice is to find a force to stay temporarily and use their strength to gain opportunities.

, it can be said that it kills two birds with one stone and everyone is happy." Her true intention was gradually revealed.

However, the next moment she saw Wang Sheng's other hand raised in the air, and a sharp edge of sword energy emerged from his index and middle fingers, she felt nervous.

The next second, Wang Sheng raised his eyebrows and his sword energy was activated. Nie Xiaoqian was shocked to find that the sword energy was not aimed at her. The sword energy shot straight towards a mound ten meters away in front of her.

The sword energy was so fast that it penetrated the mound in an instant and stirred up smoke and dust. Wang Sheng's body stopped and he squinted at the mound. From the gap where the sword energy shot out, there was blood flowing out.

"Master, spare your life!" The next moment a figure hurriedly crawled out from the mound.

This is a short, middle-aged man, dressed in martial arts attire, with a long knife wrapped in cloth at his waist. At this moment, he is kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, with a small hole in his leg dripping with blood.

"Master, have mercy on me. I'm just a passerby. I don't mean any harm!" He kept kowtowing to Wang Sheng.

Looking at his demeanor and dress, if Wang Sheng hadn't sensed murderous intent before, he might have believed it.

"You have to think carefully. This master is an angry King Kong. If you don't tell the truth, your life will be in jeopardy." Nie Xiaoqian glanced at Wang Sheng and said with a sweet smile.

The middle-aged man trembled. He kept kowtowing to Wang Sheng and shouted in a panic: "Master, this aunt, this villain is really just a passer-by. This is a chaotic place. The villain is living on this mound just for the sake of it."

I have no other intentions." He raised his head and looked at Wang Sheng with a pleading look on his face.

At this moment, a loud explosion suddenly sounded hundreds of meters away. Wang Sheng raised his eyes and saw a flash of a knife in front of his eyes. The middle-aged man suddenly took out the knife and rushed towards him.

The sharp edge hit his face, and a cruel smile appeared on the middle-aged man's lips, "What a damn bald donkey, I can't kill them all."

However, the next moment, a sword energy hit him straight in the chest, and his knife was caught by a pair of fingers and could not be saved.

The middle-aged man looked horrified. Severe pain came from his chest and made him unstable. Wang Sheng kicked him hard in the chest. The middle-aged man flew back several meters uncontrollably and landed on the ground, with a mouthful of blood.

Accompanied by coughing and violent spewing out.

Wang Sheng raised his steps and was about to rush over, but saw a pair of huge red pliers suddenly emerge from the ground, and instantly cut off the man's waist. The man screamed and died before he could escape, and blood continued to spurt from the severed body.

Dyeing a large area of ​​land red.

Wang Sheng was startled, and the sword energy in his hand was about to be released...

However, he saw that the red pliers disappeared underground after one strike. Wang Sheng's consciousness noticed that the pliers were disappearing at a very fast speed, and he had no time to catch up.

Wang Sheng felt solemn in his heart. The red pliers didn't look like weapons, but more like the claws of an animal.

"Cough, cough!"
Chapter completed!