The monks in the Central Plains have a sense of arrogance, and the lower the level of cultivation, the more so.
For example, when An Qingli, who was wearing a curtain hat, went to eat in a restaurant, several people at the next table who were whispering to each other immediately raised their voices and spoke quickly and clearly when they saw An Qingli, a stranger.
There are many accents and the ending tone is rising, as if they are deliberately showing off their pure Central Plains accent.
The world of cultivation is vast, and there are local dialects in various places, which are mixed and awkward. However, families or sects with a little knowledge will learn another set of Mandarin, which is the Central Plains dialect.
For example, among the major sects in Luofeng City, the sects usually use Mandarin, but when they curse people in private, they may secretly use some slang with local characteristics.
But in the Central Plains cultivation world, from top to bottom, there is a set of standard Mandarin, and the accent is quite authentic. You can tell whether you are a local or not by hearing the accent.
An Qingli wore the attire of a far-traveler, and his Mandarin accent was not prominent enough, which naturally exposed his identity as an outsider.
"Tsk." The voice at the next table became a little louder, with a somewhat deliberate sigh in the loud voice, "Nowadays, the world of cultivation is declining day by day. In the world of cultivation in the Central Plains, there are still masters of the Alchemy and Talisman Array, and in other realms
Son, tsk"
"You can't say that." A strong man who had just entered the door, as strong as a bear, smashed the copper hammer in his hand on the table, spoke in very unauthentic Mandarin, showed his big white teeth and said with a smile, "We in the Southern Cultivation World
, isn’t there an alchemy master who can just make up for the shortcomings of the Central Plains.”
Many monks from the Central Plains immediately glared at each other. This man was so rude that he dared to curse their ninth-grade alchemy master, even though their alchemy master was indeed dying and would die within a few years.
However, in this restaurant, there were many monks traveling from north to south, and someone immediately supported the strong man from the south: "This fellow Taoist is right, and Grandmaster Mu Sheng from the south is here. He is indeed the leader of my cultivation world."
A blessing."
"Mu Sheng is nothing!" The casual cultivators at the bottom could not get the benefit of the alchemy master at all, so in their eyes, Mu Sheng was just a famous name, maybe he was better than a mount beside him.
"Mu Sheng, that little boy, is not even a disciple taught by our Grandmaster Songzhi! He is so girly, I heard he even keeps a lot of flowers and butterflies spinning around him."
An Qingli's eyebrows darkened, and he held a wooden chopstick in his hand and threw it out. The chopstick was attached with spiritual power, like an arrow, and pierced the man's mouth horizontally.
Several people slapped the table and stood up, glaring at An Qingli angrily.
An Qingli said calmly: "You will live a long time and you still don't know the truth that disaster comes from your mouth."
"Yes!" A group of people supported An Qingli.
"Hillbilly!" a group of locals shouted back.
The two sides are at war with each other and are ready to fight.
The boss here is not surprised. These monks, who are running for a living, have explosive tempers and speak out loud. They always want to find some excuse to vent their suffocation. However, fighting in the building and smashing tables, chairs and benches is not a good thing.
The boss released the coercion of the late stage of foundation building and said with a smile: "After you pay for your meal, go out and turn right. There is an open space. It is bright and bright. It is a good place to go there to compete."
The quality of this restaurant is not high, and the people who come here to eat are not very advanced. They snorted angrily and gradually subsided.
The building became quiet and the atmosphere was a bit depressing. Few people spoke, but many used chopsticks.
An Qingli was calm and relaxed as he picked and tasted some Central Plains-style meals. Some of them were barely edible, but they were still far behind the Lingshan Restaurant in Tianyun Zongfang City.
After paying the bill, An Qingli stepped out of the dilapidated restaurant. The casual cultivator who had been stabbed in the mouth with chopsticks gathered a group of people and followed him brazenly.
Someone followed to watch the fun.
See if the strong dragon suppresses the local snake, or the local snake swallows the strong dragon.
The open space next to the inn is indeed very large, large and flat.
An Qingli looked at the group of people and asked, "Should we come one by one or together?"
The casual cultivator covered his mouth that was not scabbed and said: "You country bumpkin, you have such a strong tone, today will be your memorial day next year!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the five foundation-building monks gathered around him.
An Qingli held the red flame sword in his hand, raised his eyes, and suddenly faced the weakest one. He slashed with the red flame sword in his hand and knocked the man unconscious to the ground. At the same time, An Qingli also
Taking advantage of the situation, he broke out of the circle surrounded by the remaining people.
The remaining people were shocked. They didn't expect An Qingli to attack so quickly, but they didn't react slowly and immediately moved towards An Qingli again.
An Qingli did not turn around, but he quickly twisted his wrist and swung his sword backwards. He immediately slashed out with a red crescent and ran towards the man who was rushing towards him like a cheetah.
The man's figure was still in mid-air, and he did not dare to resist the fierce sword energy. He twisted his waist, turned over in a beautiful kite, and quickly dodged to the right.
However, there was a companion on his right. Before he could react, he was turned over by the kite and staggered.
An Qingli saw the right moment and immediately struck out with a sword energy towards the dragged man.
However, at the same time that An Qingli swung his sword, several explosive charms came quickly towards An Qingli's back.
"Hey, you don't follow the rules!" Some people scorned, and just bullied the few with more, and even used talismans to sneak attacks.
Some people crossed their arms and sneered: "Where does the Bodhisattva's heart come from! It's a life-and-death fight, there are no rules! Let alone throwing talismans, just throw a handful of poison and die together!"
However, someone said: "The foreign monk who wielded the sword did not injure anyone's life when he made a move and left some room for it. But the party with more people struck a fatal blow. It is indeed unruly!"
Someone laughed again: "That's because the party with more people doesn't know what's good and what's good, and is deliberately looking for death!"
The talismans exploded one after another, and the black smoke did not disperse.
An Qingli was as light as a swallow. He kept wandering around and escaped three sneak attacks by the talisman. Finally, he walked around behind the man. With a calm look on his face, he raised his sword and swung at the person who threw the talisman.
In the black smoke, the red crescent moon split into two, then split into four, and spread quickly.
The person who threw the talisman was forced to retreat. When a crescent slash approached, he immediately jumped up.
An Qingli rushed forward, raised his sword and struck down.
The man saw no way to escape, and when he was on the line between life and death, one of his companions kicked out the man, knocking him several feet away.
Two red crescent slashes cut through the long leg that was kicked horizontally, and blood dripped from it.
Before An Qingli could hit the ground, an earthen gun came out of the ground and stabbed An Qingli's soles of the feet.
That is earth magic.
The tip of the spear is sharp.
Immediately afterwards, several earthen spears, like sharp bamboo shoots, stabbed An Qingli's soles of his feet.
An Qingli swung his sword and immediately cut off most of the gun.
A sharp whip came towards An Qingli's right rear.
An Qingli immediately swung his sword to kill him.
But a big knife on the left was slashing with murderous intent.
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