He returned to Jiayin Realm refreshed, looked at the newly built Zhuiyun Cave, and thought to himself: "Ding Longfei has been sent to Xuanlou Temple, he shouldn't come back to kill me, right? Why is the story line still there?
No change?"
"This thing is so stubborn!"
Yan Xi meditated for several hours, and on a whim, he practiced swordsmanship in front of Zhuiyun Cave. He didn't use a long sword, even though he had several swords in his black cloth pocket. His palms were interlaced, and with a tap, there were two streaks of ice.
The sword energy shoots out.
Now Yan Xi's ice sword energy can reach a distance of more than ten meters. It is light and winding, twisting and turning, just like a lightsaber that can be long or short, and has an unparalleled sharpness.
Of course, the ice sword energy may not be as sharp as the lightsaber.
Usually, cutting down a big tree can be broken in a circle, but cutting down a stone will only leave a mark. Yan Xi has never tried cutting down gold and iron, but he estimates that cutting down a car will not be a big problem.
Yan Xi flew his hands, and two strands of ice sword energy were like jade belts wrapped around his waist, dancing gracefully. After practicing a snow mountain sword technique, he seemed to have gained a lot of insights.
Yan Xi was about to practice another set when he suddenly heard someone clapping. When he looked up, he saw a group of people appearing nearby for no apparent reason.
Yan Xi glanced at this group of people and was slightly surprised, because there were several people who clearly had Taoist skills, but there were also many who didn't look like they had magical powers.
Especially the leader, a middle-aged man with a majestic bearing, looked like a big shot in the political world.
In the Jiayin world, those who can be called political figures must be the nobles of the Gon Dynasty. It is not convenient for politicians from other countries to come and hang out.
A man with a pale face and no beard screamed: "You rough fellow, why don't you come over and pay homage to Prince Xing!"
The dignified middle-aged man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Xiao Xian is a man of virtue, so there is no need to be strict with etiquette."
Yan Xi touched his chin. He really didn't know what kind of king Xing Wang was?
Nor did he have the consciousness to meet the big shot.
Political figures from various countries in modern society will only take the initiative to shake hands with civilians. Although it is a political show, they will never put on the airs of a big shot. Yan Xi really has not received similar training.
When Wang Xing saw that he was so courteous and virtuous, this sturdy little Taoist priest still ignored him, and became slightly angry, shouting: "Little Immortal, do you dare to ask me, is there an immortal family living here?"
Yan Xi laughed and said, "No!"
"This cave has been vacant for many years and no one has been there for a long time. If you want to visit, I can buy tickets from here. They cost fifty taels of silver each. Couples can buy them as a group."
King Xing was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of tickets, let alone group purchases.
Not to mention him, there is only one emperor and royal family member in the world who has experience in buying tickets.
A black-robed Taoist priest laughed sinisterly and said: "How can a junior who has only just mastered the sword spirit dare to take advantage of it and pretend to be a master?"
"His Royal Highness, please let Xiaodao teach this person a lesson."
King Xing hesitated slightly, but did not say anything to stop him. The black-robed Taoist crossed to Yan Xi's side in one step. The black fly whisk in his hand turned into black threads all over the sky, and he hit Yan Xi on the head.
Yan Xi also didn't understand, how could this person do anything randomly?
He wasn't particularly rude, he was just trying to trick people into buying a sect. These people seemed to have a strange combination and must be rich. Zhuiyundong Cave was the property of the teacher's old friend. He was the one looking after the house. What was wrong with selling tickets?
Faced with the black-robed Taoist who directly attacked him, Yan Xi was worried that the pistol was not powerful enough, so he took out a submachine gun, pulled the trigger hard, and emptied the entire magazine.
He didn't know when he got this submachine gun as a trophy, and its performance is not bad.
The black-robed Taoist was beaten so hard that sparks appeared all over his body. He was stunned for a long time, then he laughed ferociously and shouted: "This poor Taoist has been in the world of law for many years. He has strong power to protect himself and only a hidden weapon. How can he plot against him?"
Yan Xi took out a Mistral. The name of this thing was very rude, but it was made by the French company Matra. One missile was worth 46,500 US dollars.
It was a "northwest wind launch" directed at this black-robed Taoist priest who spoke shamelessly.
The "Mistral" warhead weighs 3 kilograms and is composed of high-energy explosives and 1,850 tungsten alloy steel balls. It can destroy all types of aircraft and anti-ship missiles.
The black-robed Taoist priest had never seen such a sharp "hidden weapon". He held it up for a moment, shook off the black fly whisk, and wanted to use his magic weapon to catch this small gadget.
How could he have expected that the tail of this northwest wind warhead would trigger flames, and it would hit his body as fast as lightning. The force was incredible. It was blasted hundreds of meters away with the protective whisk magic weapon attached to it, and hit a spot.
The stone wall was shattered into pieces.
Yan Xi carried the launcher. The wholesale price of this thing was more than 30,000 US dollars. He was reluctant to throw it away. He put it in his black cloth bag and bought another one.
Fortunately, Wang knew that the black-robed Taoist had great magic power. He was one of the top three warlocks under his command. However, this little Taoist used a weird magic weapon to blow him up into pieces, leaving all his bones intact. He couldn't help but feel horrified and shouted: "
Dear immortals, hurry up and protect us."
A Taoist priest, also wearing a black robe, raised his hand and shot out a stream of black energy, which turned into a black cloud and covered everyone.
The Taoist priest shouted: "Don't be afraid, King Xing. I, the black cloud of the Dharma Protector, can't even burn the real fire under the Three Fire Gods. Even if this little Taoist priest has magic power, he can't hurt Your Highness."
When Zhao Yaner fought against Ding Longfei that day, the disciples of the Three Fire Lords fought fiercely with this group of people, but failed to break the dark cloud of protectors and had to disperse in the end.
In the past few days, King Xing had encountered several martial arts fights, all of which were protected by the Taoist's guardian black cloud. He was very convinced of his ability and shouted: "Little Immortal, I don't mean any harm, please don't do anything."
Yan Xi smiled and said: "I don't mean any harm! That Taoist master suddenly wanted to fight. Who would have expected that he couldn't even catch a thunderbolt in his palm. This is already the worst Taoist method in our sect."
King Xing asked in shock: "Is the thunder in the palm so powerful?"
The Taoist priest who urged Heiyun shouted: "Don't listen to his nonsense. Palm Thunder is a very weak spell and may not be able to defeat His Highness's bodyguards. This is an evil spell called Five Flames and Yin Thunder. It is not easy to practice, although it is very powerful."
, but after one shot, it was consumed.”
"Fortunately, the king didn't see me. He replaced another mine, and it turned out that the mine rack was empty!"
Fortunately, the king felt relieved and called out: "Little Immortal, can you contain the Five Flames Yin Thunder so that we can have a long-term discussion?"
Yan Xi thought for a moment, then put the Mistral missile away and said, "That's fine."
There were several magicians in this group of people. Yan Xi saw that the other party could move the billowing black clouds, and he knew that even with the northwest wind, he could not gain the upper hand and could only take advantage of the situation to injure a few people.
Now that one of them has been killed, it would be a good idea to use language to deceive him.
Yan Xi secretly thought: "This is another group of people who are looking for flying swords."
"It's too lively with people coming and going in Zhuiyundong! Why don't you go to Yichan Nunnery and stay for a while? It's cleaner over there."