Although Mu Ningning shouted anxiously, Li Ping'an's expression did not change much.

There wasn't even a trace of waves in Taoist heart.

There is a saying that Li Ping'an was slightly disappointed by the Wanyun Sect spell performed by this young disciple.

This disciple is already at the second or third level of the God Gathering Realm, and the power of his spells is so ordinary, without the aura of shattering doors and breaking stones.

This is not the God-gathering realm that Li Pingan longs for.

Li Ping'an tapped his feet lightly, stepped back, and dodged the air swords steadily.

As the clothes flew, Li Pingan had a small crossbow in his right hand. A wisp of mana was injected into it, and the sound of the spring inside the crossbow exploded. Several rusty sleeve arrows were fired at the young disciples of Yaochen Peak.

The young disciple hurriedly backed down, and a sleeve arrow was pierced into his left shoulder. His face was so painful that his face was distorted.

The disciple was so angry that he flew away the arrows in his sleeves, sealed the wound, and used the talisman to activate the cloud-driving spell.

On the side, Mu Ningning arrived with a sword, and the sword edge swept across.

The young disciple had no choice but to retreat, staring intently at Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an remained calm and continued to observe Mu Ningning's fight with his opponent, sighing secretly in his heart.

Facing the God-Gathering Qi Practitioner, the mechanical crossbow he had carefully improved in the ordinary world could only cause some skin injuries; the sleeve arrows were originally quenched with some complex toxins, which could make mortals fall asleep quickly, but this young disciple had no feeling at all.

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All in all, it's not painful or itchy.

Mu Ningning fought with the young disciple to the ground with his sword, while Li Ping'an used the introductory talisman to attack from the treetops.

Soon, at the edge of Li Ping'an's sight, a group of patrolling disciples flying toward the mountain appeared.

Most of the disciples who patrol the mountain are outer sect disciples who are in the cultivation of virtuality and the realm of unity. Occasionally, there are outer sect deacons who lead the team.

Li Ping'an's mind was spinning rapidly.

Yaochen Peak, the third largest peak in the sect, is mainly responsible for the supply of elixirs in Wanyun Sect, and there are many immortals who are good at refining elixirs.

The young disciple who had a conflict with him and Mu Ningning was an official disciple of Yaochen Peak. Even if this disciple was at the bottom of Yaochen Peak and was responsible for taking care of the precious medicine spirit beasts, his background was not comparable to that of the young disciples of Liuyunguan.

of.

He can call him "Father Li Dazhi", what should Mu Ningning do?

Then, Li Pingan thought of his old father again.

My father has not yet established a stable foothold in the Wanyun Sect. Although he has a high seniority, his cultivation level is low.

Moreover, the status of Yaochen Peak within the sect is slightly different from other peaks...

Li Ping'an kept thinking about all aspects, his figure was dancing back and forth, elegant yet free and easy, and the yellow paper talisman in his hand summoned the thunder and fire technique, which greatly disturbed the young disciple.

When the group of patrolling disciples appeared in the air a little further away, Mu Ningning was temporarily repelled by the mana burst out by the young disciple.

Li Pingan saw the right moment and shouted:

"Can the disciples of Liuyunguan be bullied at will?"

This young disciple from Yaochen Peak said angrily: "If you don't come with me to receive your punishment, I will drag you back!"

Thunder exploded from the palm of the disciple's hand, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of thick mist, and dozens of Qi swords condensed from it!

Half of the qi swords were fired at Li Ping'an on the treetop, and for the second time they aimed at Li Ping'an's vitals, which made Li Ping'an's eyes flash with a cold light.

Half of the air swords fired at Mu Ningning, forcing Mu Ningning to dodge and block.

Mu Ningning has a sword to protect her body, and she is safe between advancement and retreat;

But when she turned her head and glanced at Li Ping'an, her beauty instantly turned pale.

Li Ping'an moved slightly on the treetop for half a step, and was hit by more than a dozen air swords at the same time. More than a dozen tiny blood arrows shot out from his shoulders, arms, and legs!

Li Ping'an let out a groan of pain and fell to the ground.

The young disciple is like a fierce tiger rushing towards Li Ping'an!

Mu Ningning threw out several rays of sword energy from the long sword in her hand, trying to force the young disciple back. Her left hand grabbed Li Ping'an's arm from a distance, but there was no time to support...

Li Ping'an's fallen figure has overlapped with the young disciple's open hand!

"Brother!"

At this time!

Li Ping'an suddenly opened his eyes, three black lights flew out of his left sleeve, and he shot at the young disciple's face!

The young disciple originally came to capture Li Ping'an, but at this moment, he really didn't expect it. His expression changed drastically, but he had no time to dodge!

boom!

Three black lights exploded in unison!

A black light burst out with dazzling firelight, and the firelight was mixed with many powders;

A black light exploded like a lotus flower, and countless small needles of cow hair flew out from it;

A black light let out a rapid roar, and two thin leaf-shaped darts popped out from the left and right!

The young disciple only had time to protect his eyes with his arms and let out a miserable howl.

Why half a tone?

The moment the three hidden weapons exploded, Li Ping'an's right hand was already pressed against the young disciple's throat!

He didn't hold back any force, and pushed forward with a palm, and the magic power all over his body was condensed into a square inch!

Hearing another snap, the young disciple hit a tree trunk ten feet away and rolled down to the ground.

The man's whole body twitched, and he kicked his legs hard to stand up. His bloody face turned red... After struggling for two breaths, he simply passed out.

Look at Li Pingan again.

After delivering that palm, Li Ping'an directly hit the ground on the grass, slowly and gracefully turned his head and spurted out a small mouthful of blood, causing the small wounds on his body to continue to spurt out small blood arrows.

But Li Pingan felt that he was not miserable enough. Before Mu Ningning rushed to his side, he vibrated his meridians and created some fake internal injuries that would not leave roots.

"Brother!"

Mu Ningning half-knelt beside Li Pingan, her sword pointed at the young disciple, and she lowered her head to help Li Pingan up.

Suddenly she heard a whisper as thin as a mosquito's sound penetrated into her ears:

"Yaochen Peak is so powerful that Liuyun Temple is unfounded.

"Leave everything to me from now on, just cry."

cry?

Mu Ningning bit her lip lightly and said anxiously: "But, I can't cry. I won't cry when I'm three or five years old!"

"You can't prick yourself with needles..."

After Li Ping'an finished speaking, he opened the skin on his throat, turned his head and spit out blood, and lay in Mu Ningning's arms, making a show of breathing too much and not taking in enough.

In the air, several figures fell quickly.

"No fighting inside the door!"

"Oops! Help people! Why are we starting a fight with so little cultivation!"

"Go and notify the deacon!"

Mu Ningning was a little panicked. She gritted her teeth, pinched the thin skin and tender flesh of her forearm, and pinched it hard with her magic power. She was about to cry and her eyes were filled with tears.

…

Elder Yan Sheng has been the rotating master of the Fanshi Hall and Yangyun Hall of Wanyun Sect for the past ten years.

The main peak of Wanyun Sect has six halls, namely Wanyun Hall, Chuan Gong Hall, Daozang Hall, Miaoyun Hall, Yangyun Hall and Fanshi Hall, which can be regarded as the power structure of Wanyun Sect.

The Hall of All Things governs all affairs in the outer sect;

Yangyun Hall is responsible for regularly distributing monastic resources to the thirty-six peaks within the gate.

According to the rules within the sect, the rotating hall masters of these two halls should have been the elders of the inner sect or the masters of each peak in turn.

But the peak master and the inner sect elders are already in the realm of immortals;

When a living being reaches this state, it is only one step away from immortality. Everyone is focused on the slim chance of immortality. No one wants to waste time on these tedious internal affairs.

Over time, the rotating hall masters of these two halls became like Elder Yan Sheng, an outer sect elder whose cultivation level was trapped in the True Immortal Realm, with deeper qualifications and higher seniority.

——The levels of immortals from low to high are Yuan Immortal, True Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, and Daluo Golden Immortal.

According to the rules of Wanyun Sect, heavenly immortals can be the elders of the inner sect, and true immortals can be the elders of the outer sect.

Elder Yan Sheng has long been accustomed to the leisurely days during duty shifts.

He has been stuck in the bottleneck of the True Immortal for thousands of years. His thoughts on hard cultivation have long since faded away, and his Taoist heart has gradually become silent. Now the only pleasures left are sleeping, drinking tea, pondering formations, and refining elixirs.

In the corner of Fanshi Hall, Elder Yan Sheng, who had just woken up from his sleep in the rocking chair, listened to the noise coming from behind the screen, grabbed the dry tobacco bag on the side, and slowly took a puff of the smoldering dry spirit root.

The powerful immortal consciousness at the peak of his true immortality has not spread, he just listens with his ears, and his wrinkled and thin face is a little more energetic. - Immortals are called immortal consciousness, and those who have not become immortals are called spiritual consciousness.
To be continued...