The aura fell into the grove, the aura dissipated, and a figure appeared in the grove.
A thought moved my mind.
A green lotus appeared in Cheng Buzheng's eyes and swept around.
After confirming that there was no trace of anyone nearby, Cheng Buzheng touched the storage bag on his waist, and a doll appeared in his hand.
Immediately, Cheng Buzheng raised his right hand, and an experienced Taoist appeared in front of him.
But Cheng Bu Zheng's true body disappeared without a trace.
The old Taoist subconsciously looked around and made a spell with both hands.
After one breath.
A black and white spiritual light enveloped him, submerged him underground, and rushed towards Baiyun City.
Half an hour later.
In Baiyun City, an old Taoist with an immortal spirit appeared, and he kept going to shops one after another.
One day later, Lao Dao visited all the shops in Baiyun City, walked around the street stall area, and then set up a stall.
Two hours later.
Cheng Buzheng arrived at Baiyun City, walked directly to the street stall area, and came to Lao Dao's stall.
Like a normal customer, he bargained with the old man.
Not long after, when the two of them were trading, the two of them quietly completed the ulterior transaction in their wide sleeves.
In an instant, the two completed the handover.
immediately.
Cheng Buzheng wandered around the street stall area in Baiyun City for a while, like a poor casual cultivator arguing with several stall owners, and finally left Baiyun City in a depressed manner and disappeared.
The old Taoist also collected the street stalls two hours later, went to the 'Stand Management Pavilion' to complete the handover, and left Baiyun City directly.
Ten miles away from Baiyun City, six feet underground.
Cheng Buzheng quietly waited for Lao Dao to return. Originally, Puppet No. 2 and Lao Dao completed the transfer of storage bags, but Young Puppet No. 2 was shattered, so he had to go into battle himself.
In this way, the transfer can be completed without anyone noticing, not only without any risk, but also without any loss of property.
at the same time.
The old Taoist walked out of Baiyun City a mile away, cast a spell with his hands, and a black and white spiritual light enveloped him.
In an instant, the old man disappeared from the spot.
Half a month later.
The old Taoist left Qingmu City with an indescribable smile on his face.
Cheng Bu Zheng acted like a normal monk and walked towards the restricted flying distance of Qingmu City in a leisurely manner.
Aoki City, one mile away.
suddenly.
Cheng Buzheng sensed a wave of spiritual energy, and three golden flying swords came towards him.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng kicked his calves and flashed sideways. At the same time, he patted his storage bag and threw up a high-grade magic weapon that looked like a small tower. A layer of brass-colored spiritual light enveloped him.
"boom!"
The three flying swords struck one point on the brass shield in succession.
The brass-colored shield rippled in circles, which showed that the person coming was not an ordinary person.
Cheng Buzheng took a look, and the old man in green suddenly appeared, a ninth-level qi-training monk.
He thought to himself:
"As expected of the remnant of the Blood Refining Sect, where the traces first appeared, there are still quite a lot of evil cultivators here?"
"I just don't know what this person's specific strength is, but his hiding methods are pretty good."
"This is the first time I have encountered an evil cultivator trying to catch my attention!"
"Interesting, interesting."
After a moment.
Cheng Buzheng looked cold and said:
"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean?"
At the same time, he did not stop, and cast a spell with both hands, wrapping him in a gray crystal-like shield.
"Dead people don't need to know too much."
The old man in white robes glanced at Cheng Bu Zheng coldly, and at the same time, he continued to cast spells with both hands. The three golden flying swords, with great aura, surrounded Cheng Bu Zheng.
The old man in white robe shouted:
"change!"
I saw that the three golden flying swords each emitted a sword shadow, and merged into a giant sword that looked like a substance in the void.
"cut!"
The solid shadow of the sword was surrounded by a sharp aura, cutting through the solid air along the way, and slashed towards Cheng Bizheng again.
See this.
Cheng Buzheng's body flashed, moving left and right, and afterimages appeared. At the same time, his hands kept firing out spells.
"Bang!"
The brass-colored shield shattered, and the small brass tower fell to the ground. The solid sword shadow with residual power came into contact with the second layer of spell shield.
"when!"
It's like a gray crystal-like shield with a faint crack.
In just one breath, the brass-colored shield shattered, but it also bought Cheng Bu a breath of time.
At the same time, Cheng Bizheng's spell was also successfully cast.
Thirty-six sword shadows, exuding an astonishing aura, slowly turned in front of Cheng Buzheng.
Cheng Buzheng glanced at the white-robed old man coldly and said coldly:
"Then your Excellency, please give me a taste of the first grade. How is the power of this swordsmanship?"
While Cheng Buzheng was speaking, he was still making spells in his hand. Suddenly, he shouted in a low voice:
"combine!"
Thirty-six sword shadows turned into flowing light and merged into a gray giant sword, swallowing gray aura.
"cut!"
The gray giant sword was as clear as gray crystal. It fell like a meteor, knocking away the three golden flying swords in front of it. The formation was in chaos, and the sword shadows gathered together and collapsed.
Immediately, the gray giant sword, with astonishing sword energy, slashed at the white-robed old man.
"Bang!"
The white-robed old man's defensive shield collapsed, and the defensive token fell to the ground.
The gray giant sword chopped the old man in white robes into two pieces.
The old man in white robe widened his eyes, unable to believe until his death that he would be easily killed by his prey.
immediately.
Cheng Buzheng picked up the three flying sword instruments and token instruments that fell on the ground, and then plundered all the spiritual objects from the old man in white robes.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng cast a fireball with both hands, and the fireball burned his body into a handful of ashes.
He waved his sleeves, and an unknown strange wind rose.
——Floating in the wind.
After cleaning the fighting arena, Cheng Buzheng used both hands to create a spell.
After one breath.
A black and white spiritual light enveloped him, and in an instant, he disappeared underground and fled towards Beicang City.
at the same time.
Two thousand eight hundred miles away, Cheng Buzheng's true form, forty feet underground, thought to himself:
"We still need to refine some high-quality magic weapons."
"I thought before that the spells are enough. There is no need to refine the magic weapons. Just a few facade magic weapons will be enough. Plus, I was in a hurry to retreat, so I didn't pay attention to these little things."
"The shortcomings of the puppet were exposed during this battle. After all, the puppet cannot cast spells instantly."
"If you refine a high-grade attack weapon, you will be more calm during this battle."
Cheng Buzheng was summarizing this lesson in his mind while following Puppet No. 1, always maintaining a distance of 2,500 miles.
At the same time, he decided to make some repairs before entering Beicang City, replenish mana for Puppet No. 1, and refine several high-quality magic weapons for backup.