An Qingli practices his sword in the mustard space.
After breaking through to the Divine Transformation Stage, both the speed and strength of the shots will be greatly improved.
Now, An Qingli can achieve the Flower Sword Realm within eighteen moves.
Although progress has been rapid, it is far from enough.
The top swordsman ancestors of Wanjian Sect, when they swing their swords, they are like mountains, like the moon, like the sea, like the tide.
An Qingli was also looking forward to it very much. With one strike of his sword, a sea of flowers appeared like a waterfall.
The half-transformed little Lingxi, wearing a floral skirt specially designed for it by An Qingli, covering its two untransformed hind hooves, sat quietly under a leafy flower tree, as is common in the secular world.
Like a loving mother, she lowered her head and sewed clothes closely beside her.
Today, its face is like a full moon, its bright eyes are moist and clear, and its original two front hooves are no different from those of normal people. Its ten fingers are becoming more flexible, and it no longer needs to be wrapped with demonic power like before.
Handle your needle and thread, and proceed with caution.
But the little Lingxi still feels somewhat inferior. Its current body, half human and half animal, neither fish nor fowl, is really ugly.
"Xiao Lingxi, you don't have to feel inferior at all." Little Pegasus shook her newly dyed bangs to comfort, "That black corpse konjac smells so stinky but is so confident. You have to learn a little bit of its self-confidence."
Bingfeng also pecked Lingmi in approval.
Xiao Lingxi blinked her particularly beautiful eyes and nodded yes.
A little further away, An Qingli danced his sword wantonly, attracting thousands of flying flowers to circle around the sword, which was so beautiful.
The flowers are beautiful, and so are the people, making it a picturesque scenery.
With hair flying in the air, An Qingli clenched the sword in her hand and was walking quickly on the flowers. Suddenly, she sensed the good and bad mood through the agreement of the same heart.
When a monk reaches the stage of spiritual transformation, his mood will not be too low, let alone the highest good.
Apart from being dirty and messy, there were very few people and things that could put him in a bad mood.
"What's wrong?" An Qingli urged Lian Xin Zhu.
Shang Shan immediately activated Lian Xin Zhu and responded: "You will know the capital of the Qi family when you come."
The sky above the capital of the Qi family was filled with a stench.
Without warning, the Black Corpse Konjac suddenly arrived and vomited many formation masters.
I don’t know how to describe the smell, but if you smell it once, you will never forget it.
However, there are some people who pinch their noses and swallow their saliva, remembering the extremely authentic smell, which is too authentic, as if the smell of thousands of kilograms of ingredients has been concentrated together.
The smell is terrible.
"Supreme Goodness." The black corpse konjac, which exuded a foul stench but didn't take it seriously, moved to Shangshan's place in an instant, opened his mouth and said, "I heard that you are the husband-in-law of Qingli Grandmaster, and you also have a group of confidants outside.
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Although the people present were dizzy from the smoke, they did not leave in a hurry after putting up the spiritual shield, so the words "confidante" hit everyone's ears clearly.
It seems that this monster is naive and not very sensible, so why would he talk about it in public about something that everyone knows well and tacitly agrees with.
It embarrassed Master Shandao and also embarrassed Grandmaster Qingli.
Shangshan held up his spiritual shield and looked at the ancient demon with whom the Taoist couple had newly formed a contract. He said calmly: "It's true that he is a husband, but there is no such thing as a confidante."
"Could he still be Lan Yan's confidant?" Wu Ling couldn't help but exclaimed as he thought of the Heart-Connecting Pearl a long time ago.
The eyes of everyone present were all looking towards the place of good deeds.
First look at the Great Good, then look at the mist spirit.
I think that Wuling, as a benevolent demon pet, knows the inside story best.
Listening to the meaning of Wu Ling's words, Shangshan indeed has a good match in Wancheng Kingdom, but his gender, age and race are still determined.
The best is to keep your eyes down, but the lower part is to hide your murderous intention.
Wu Ling is a good demon pet. Sensing the flash of murderous intention, he immediately knew that what he just said was inappropriate. He couldn't help but trembled in his heart. He moved closer to Black Taro and stood side by side with Black Taro.
To say that the Supreme Being kills the mist spirit is extremely simple, it is just a serious thought.
Thinking of this, Wu Ling couldn't help but move closer to Black Yam.
The mist spirit is a spiritual body and has not yet transformed. It cannot smell the stench of the black taro, so after exclaiming, it stood opposite Shangshan. It did not dislike the black taro at all. Inadvertently, it stood side by side with the black taro.
Together.
Black Yam's eyes were filled with excitement, and he looked sideways at Wu Ling.
From the time it was a small seedling, it was rejected by those plants and trees.
The plants and trees growing around it were either wilted or stunted, and after it bloomed, the situation worsened.
In the jungle where it first grew up, all the plants and trees that were born with intelligence were full of disgust when talking about it.
It's so smelly that it kills ants and mosquitoes all over the place. It's so smelly that bees and butterflies don't dare come to collect honey. It's so smelly that it affects the growth and development of the same vegetation.
Therefore, the famous name of the Black Taro Demon King spread in that dense forest.
After it passed through the thunder tribulation and was captured by the human race, everyone it met despised it. Even the master it contracted with despised it.
Several times when I used the Rejuvenation Technique to care for it, I always had an expression on my face like I was going to the execution ground.
There is also the little Pegasus that relies on human power and has been vomited by it. What else can you say? You have to be aware of the stench of your body.
But the mist spirit in front of me is very different. It is different from everyone else. It has not disliked it at all. It has even taken the initiative to approach it. It has even seen admiration in the eyes of the mist spirit.
All kinds of eyes are still focused on Shangshan, and they are still using their spiritual consciousness to spread the sound lively.
Wuling looked at Shangshan's face and knew that Shangshan was not in a good mood, so he unintentionally moved closer to Black Yam.
Black Taro was a little more excited. He stretched out his arms and hugged the translucent fog spirit to his side. He faced Shangshan, opened his mouth and said loudly: "Sister Wu Ling, you don't have to be afraid of him. If he punishes you, I will
I can’t spare him!”
As soon as Black Yam opened his mouth to speak, he showed his ugly, dense and thin fangs. The turbid air in his mouth went straight to the door of Shangshan's face.
Although Shangshan had put up a spiritual shield, it still did not block the stench, which penetrated the spiritual shield and mixed into his breath.
The smell is terrible.
Shangshan held his breath, and with a thought, he took back the mist spirit that was sometimes shrewd and sometimes stupid, and looked at the Taoist companion's newly formed demon plant. He felt really bad.
An Qingli still held the sword in his hand, so he controlled the mustard space, walked through the fields, and came to find out.
In mid-air, the jade-white Shangshan was silently confronting the black-skinned and black-faced Black Taro.
Apparently, it was Black Yam who took the initiative to stir up trouble and get closer. After all, with his good nature, Hei Yu didn't want Black Yam to come within ten miles of him.
It happened that at this moment, An Qingli sensed that the little tiger suddenly entered the Wancheng country. Moreover, the little tiger was a little anxious and seemed to want to see An Qingli as soon as possible.
Of course, Little Huzi wanted to see An Qingli as soon as possible. On the way there, he heard that there was a powerful flower demon in the late stage of the tribulation who wanted to defect to his master and become the number one fighting force under the master of alchemy.