Cui Yuanzhou didn't dare to express his anger and looked straight outside the cloud car. The beautiful woman in the red dress spoke calmly.
"Little monk... no, little, little way."
The little fat man spoke quietly, but as soon as he uttered two words, he was immediately startled and immediately changed his words.
"Xiaodao was reckless, I hope the Heavenly Official will forgive me."
The woman opposite him always had an expressionless face, neither sad nor happy.
Cui Yuanzhou was just about to say a few nice words and give in, but when he saw the woman's wrist move slightly, he was shaken out of the cloud carriage.
He fell straight down. In shock, his whole body's energy surged, and he managed to use a ray of light to hold himself up.
Cui Yuanzhou saw many people flying out of the boat. Those people's auras were surging and their blood was as strong as the vast sea, making ripples in the sky.
When Cui Yuanzhou saw that they were vaguely surrounding him and cutting off his retreat, he couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.
"The little Taoist priest is too reckless."
In the crowd, there was a young man in black with a smile in his eyes. His eyes were as clear as glass. Cui Yuanzhou just glanced at him, his pupils were sour, and he did not dare to look at him again.
"Look, the boat was damaged by you."
The young man in black raised his hand and said, "How to compensate?"
"I, I..."
Just as Cui Yuanzhou was about to take out his Sumeru bag, another voice spread from the crowd.
"Your face looks familiar to me."
An old scribe with a high crown and a beard three feet long raised his eyes, looked at Cui Yuanzhou for a few times, smiled and said.
"Jie Jingshan Cui Gao, is he your uncle?"
"Exactly, exactly." Cui Yuanzhou hurriedly saluted: "I wonder what your surname is?"
"My name is Xie Ting." The old scribe nodded: "I am a close friend of your uncle."
The old scribe turned his face and pleaded with Xie Wei:
"This boy is a disciple of Lingchi Taoist Academy. His name is Cui Yuanzhou. He is also a young and handsome man with a bright future."
He pointed at Cui Yuanzhou and continued:
"The old man has a good relationship with his uncle. Seeing as this kid did it unintentionally, I hope I can let him go."
As soon as these words came out, not only the old man, but also several people came to help and apologized for Cui Yuanzhou.
Not to mention that Lingchi Taoist Academy has been friends with the Xie family for many years, and the identity of the little fat uncle Cui Gao, the fortune teller of Jie Jingshan, makes it difficult for them to be too harsh on Cui Yuanzhou.
"Is your teacher still in good health?"
When Cui Yuanzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, next to Xie Wei, a beautiful woman wearing a black bird's wings and a hairpin, and colorful clothes, asked with a smile.
"You are only fourteen, so the old Taoist can safely let you travel down the mountain?"
"The teacher said that I am smart and will not suffer any loss."
Cui Yuanzhou did not dare to neglect and quickly saluted the beautiful woman in palace attire:
"He is in good health and has recently taken in two more concubines."
"Damn bull nose!"
The woman who was smiling suddenly turned as dark as water. She turned her eyes and stopped talking to Cui Yuanzhou.
"Then let this kid go."
When Cui Yuanzhou's face was full of panic, wondering whether he had said something wrong, an old-fashioned boy of six or seven years old spoke lazily.
"Next time you dare to collide with my boat, I will give you three hundred lashes first."
"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."
Cui Yuanzhou was overjoyed and hurriedly saluted and bowed to everyone.
He looked longingly at Yun Che, who was held in Xie Wei's palm, with a flattering expression on his face.
Everyone laughed. Just when they were about to ask for a favor for him, suddenly, the woman in red's eyes turned cold.
"This cloud car is not yours."
Xie Wei's expression was indifferent: "If it were yours, it wouldn't mean that the center has not been refined yet."
"I……"
"Where is its owner?"
"Small, trail..."
Cui Yuanzhou gritted his teeth and spoke with determination:
"The cloud car is a new magic weapon given by the teacher. I am not good at studying and bumping into the magic frame. I hope you will forgive me!"
Only with Jie Jingshan and Teacher standing behind me can these Xie family members be more open-minded.
According to his own words, Senior Brother Shen is just a casual cultivator who got lucky and has no background.
He said so, and Cui Yuanzhou believed it.
The Xie family is kind to me, but they may not be so patient with Senior Brother Shen.
Cui Yuanzhou's calves were shaking a little, but he still mustered up the courage to step forward.
The woman in red raised her eyebrows and looked at Xie Jiu, who was in black.
Xie Jiu looked at Yun Che, held up his cheeks, and nodded to Xie Wei with conviction.
"Waiting for the owner of the cloud car to come back."
Xie Wei's voice still echoed in place, and people had drifted into the magnificent building.
"We'll talk about it then."
Cui Yuanzhou's face fell, he moved his lips, but lowered his head slumped.
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Under the blue sky, the mountains are undulating and well-proportioned.
Countless miles away from Cui Yuanzhou, a shrill white light shot straight up into the sky, filling the sky. The strong wind was instantly crushed and shattered within ten feet of the white shadow.
The violent roar of the wind howled with the air currents and spread far away.
Around the white light, the void twisted and folded, revealing countless light and strange scenes.
The corners of Bai Zhu's eyes were cracked, and a few drops of red blood slipped out.
The center of his eyebrows radiated a great brilliance, which penetrated his body and radiated far away, making him seem to be covered with a layer of cold white clouds.
In the Niwan Palace, a flying sword of two to three inches in length is changing shape.
Sometimes it curls up into a round, clean and small Jianwan, and sometimes its body swells up, as if it is hundreds of feet long, as if it wants to penetrate the Niwan Palace.
The spirit of Bai Shu sits cross-legged on the top, pointing to the sky with one hand to attract the energy of the infinite heaven and earth, and pressing the sword with one hand to suppress the drastic changes.
From the point where the palm of the hand comes into contact with the sword blade, wisps of golden light from the soul are slowly pouring into it, dyeing half of the sword body with a faint halo of yellow.
Feijian's unexpected riot caused him to suffer a small loss.
As soon as the sword embryo was completed, a spiritual fetus was secretly conceived.
Only by completely driving the soul into the flying sword and transforming the spiritual fetus into the fetal god can this flying sword be subdued.
The sword energy is as vast as a waterfall, or like the turbulent Tianhe water falling down. The place where the physical body comes into contact with the sword energy makes a crackling sound like iron.
Occasionally, a few blood marks appeared, but they healed quickly under the nourishment of strong blood energy.
"open!"
Rising to a very high altitude, even the mountains that were just looming were no longer visible.
At this distance, there is no need to worry about anything anymore.
Bai Shu no longer suppressed it, all the 18,000 pores in his body opened, and Pei Ran's sword intent violently spurted out.
In the sky, another round of sun bloomed.
Suddenly——
Great storm!
In the Niwan Palace, behind the Yuanshen villain, a three-eyed, wet-born Asura suddenly appeared.
He slowly raised his palm, and like the Yuanshen villain, he also gently pressed it on the sword.
The endless buzzing of the sword suddenly slowed down, and the struggling sword seemed to be suddenly frozen.
The golden light in Bai Zhu's eyes shone brightly, and there was a faint scream from the sword, which then stopped suddenly.
The spiritual fetus of Feijian itself has been erased. Now, it is time to start forging the fetus god.
Bai Shu closed his eyes slightly and simply sat cross-legged in the void.
As Baizhu's consciousness penetrated, slowly, the sound of heartbeat gradually came from the sword fetus.
The golden light of the soul flows, slowly and firmly covering the sword body bit by bit.
Endless runes and principles flow crazily on the sword tire, like the huge waves on the sea surface at the moment of rising tide.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Bai Shu closed his eyes, loosened his five fingers, and slowly spread his hands.
The sword flashed, as if it was about to cut through the endless sky.
There was a sudden chill in the air, and then they dispersed like silver dragons, turning and flying out.
In the palm of Bai Zhu's hand, a small and exquisite flying sword, as long as a little finger, was floating quietly.
