On the other side of the Silver Dragon Sword Sect, a silver sword light came through the air. It was the Silver Dragon Sword Immortal Cao Yan. He floated over in a white short shirt, carrying a long sword behind him, and landed dozens of meters away from the old Taoist priest.
In addition, he did not dare to overstep the mark in the slightest. The Twelve Realm Sword Immortal did not even dare to use his spiritual sense to explore the foundation of the old Taoist priest, because the majestic avenue overwhelming him was so scary that he knew what was in front of him without even exploring.
This person's realm must be higher than mine.
"Nishang Tianxia, Silver Dragon Sword Sect, Cao Yan, see the seniors, but don't know the seniors..."
Just when Cao Yan was asking respectful questions, the old Taoist priest suddenly took a step forward with his hiking pole, as if he and Cao Yan had hit a wall. But the next second, Cao Yan staggered forward and took a step forward.
Rin, when he turned around, he saw that he was no longer in Qingqu Mountain. He was surrounded by a forest of ice and snow. In just an instant, he was sent thousands of miles north by the other party.
What kind of magical power is this!?
"..."
As a twelfth-level Silver Dragon Sword Immortal, Cao Yan actually had no time to react in that instant. In other words, if this old Taoist wanted to kill him, it would probably be a matter of seconds.
He felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly raised his fists in the direction of Qingqu Mountain in the south, and said respectfully: "Senior, please... let the Silver Dragon Sword Sect go. Cao Yan and his disciples have indeed never done anything transgressive. Please, senior
Mingjian!"
"Know!"
The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Cao Yan, just be your own Silver Dragon Sword Immortal and don't worry about me. As long as your Silver Dragon Sword Sect doesn't overstep your bounds, I, an old Taoist priest, won't bother to care about you."
"Yes, thank you senior!"
Cao Yan was trembling with fear, fearing to offend this old Taoist priest whose cultivation was unfathomable. After all, he was a human race, and as a monk in the world of Nishang, he might lose his head if he overstepped his bounds. Thanks to the murderous spirit,
If you are a Taoist monk who is not very prosperous, if you are a military monk...if the Soldier Saint Ding Muchen appears in front of you, will you be able to do it without giving you a sword? His hands will be itchy.
…
Mountain top garden.
Lin Zhao came to the top of the peak again and placed a pear wood desk on the top of the peak. Then, he opened the fist pile of a farmer's nine fists and used the fist pile to warm up his fist. At the same time, he reached out with one hand and held it.
Qian Qijuanxue drew the Divine Speed Talisman one after another, and they were all relatively plump and shiny military strategist talismans. When the talisman was completed, the military strategist artistic conception in the talisman was already quite abundant. Now Lin Zhao is a nine-level talisman.
Sword cultivator, the spiritual energy written into the talisman is naturally quite sufficient, and this background is not false.
"Son."
At noon, Dong Zang brought food again. The martial artist's physical exertion in boxing training was too great, so Dong Zang took the time to deliver food every day for fear that his son would be hungry. Lin Zhao also gladly accepted the kindness and turned around.
Sitting by the stone and feasting, Dong Zang stood by and waited until Lin Zhao finished eating. Then he put away the dishes, then carried the basket and went down the mountain in an extremely virtuous manner.
Lin Zhao wiped his mouth and looked down at Dong Zang who was coming down the mountain. He thought to himself that Dong Zang is such a good girl. If anyone marries her, his life will be worth it. This is a great blessing!
Dong Zang carried the basket down the mountain, with a blush on his pretty face. He just saw the young master practicing boxing. He already looked like a master of boxing. The young master's boxing frame is really beautiful, better than Muzhen and Chen Ben's.
It looks much better. The two who are practicing boxing look too fierce and domineering. They are not like the young master who is practicing boxing. They are elegant and handsome, but the artistic conception of their boxing techniques is also quite rich.
Her face turned even redder. If a girl from any family could marry my young master, that would be a great blessing! As for myself, I didn’t even dare to think about it. I would be very happy if I could stay by his side and serve him. Dare to overstep!
Dongzang pursed her red lips. It’s not that she was really in such a good mood and she wasn’t greedy at all. In fact, Dongzang was also greedy. It’s just that she had experienced too much, especially the hundred years when she became an apricot girl. She had to endure so much hardship and humiliation while protecting a Qianqi Juanxue. Compared with those days, wasn't the life in front of her a fairy day?
In the afternoon, two beautiful figures went up the mountain from the mountain top garden.
It was Leng Yan and Shen Xingchen. They were both confidantees of the mountain owner. They were so familiar with each other that not only Tang Guangjun, Gao Zhi, Chen Ben, Chu Yu and others would not stop them from going up the mountain.
"Xingchen, Ayan, is here!"
Lin Zhao said with a smile while drawing the talisman.
"Um."
Leng Yan came to the edge of the cliff and sat down on the cliff. The scenery here seems to be better. It is not like the Beishan cliff. Sitting there, what you can see is just a sea of snow with very little blue. But it is different here at the mountain top garden. , the Confucian artistic conception that Mr. Qin stayed in the snow-covered Tianchi to nourish him still remains, so even if it is freezing outside, the mountain top garden is like spring all year round. Sitting on the top of the mountain and looking down, it is a lush green landscape. Mountains and jungles, farther north you can see a series of connected snow-capped mountains.
Shen Xingchen tilted his head and glanced at a speed talisman that Lin Zhao was drawing. It was very complicated, especially the bold part of the talisman. It was difficult to combine the text and the talisman to just remember the entire pattern, so he said Sentence: "Awesome, awesome..."
"necessary!"
Lin Zhao was not modest either, and continued to draw the talisman to himself with a smile.
Shen Xingchen came to Leng Yan's side and sat side by side with her on the edge of the cliff, kicking her snowy legs. The arrival of the two of them added a touch of spring to the mountain scenery that was already spring-like all year round.
"Are you okay today?" Lin Zhao asked.
"Yes."
Leng Yan glanced back at him and said: "The guild organized a 135-140 map guide upgrade in Baidi City today. A heaven-level boss will be refreshed in three hours, so I have three hours of wandering time. .”
"Where are the stars?"
Lin Zhao said while drawing the talisman: "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I have."
Shen Xingchen murmured and said: "Some of the jobs that the shopkeepers don't do are mine and Chen Xue. Is it okay? Isn't this a break from the busy schedule? The production team's donkeys need to take a breather, right?"
Suddenly, Leng Yan covered his mouth and smiled softly.
Lin Zhaoze's old face turned red and said: "Thank you for your hard work, I will give you some talismans to use later. Recently, I have produced a lot. Ayan, I will give you 100 speed talismans, 100 fixation talismans, and 100 pure heart talismans for you." You guys use it to fight the boss."
Leng Yan stood up immediately: "Okay, thank you!"
"Stars."
Lin Zhao also gave Shen Xingchen ten times as many talismans as Leng Yan. These are for everyone in the Scarlet Moon Knights. Chen Xue, Luo Man, Ding Chi, Mo Chenxue and others can all get them, so Leng Yan also I don’t think it’s okay. After all, Lin Zhao still has to think more about his guild. Take the Queyu Lake battlefield as an example. The guild that held back the demon cavalry the most was the Crimson Moon Knights. In that battle, the Crimson Moon Knights The average person in the guild has dropped 3 levels. What kind of concept is this? Other guilds simply can't do it.
After taking the talisman, the two of them sat on the edge of the cliff again, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance. They even wished they could set up a bed here and sleep here. The breeze was blowing, it must be very comfortable, and next to them was Lin who was painting the talisman.
Zhao, full of security.
"How are you doing lately?" Lin Zhao asked.
"Nothing special."
Shen Xingchen said: "More and more people have entered the Golden Core Realm recently. A lot of people in our guild, including Axue, Xiaoxue, Ding Chi, Luo Man, Zhang Jun, Lu Han, Fu Sui Liren, etc., have all entered the Golden Core Realm.
Although your overall strength has not improved much, you have played a lot of endless mode. You understand when and where each boss appears, and what characteristics it has. So as long as your strength and operation can keep up, you can basically enter the Eight Realms.
no problem."
"really."
Leng Yan said: "We Shengtian also have at least 20 or more Jindan realms. It seems that the Jindan realm has become worthless overnight, but it is strange. So far in the national server, it seems that there is still only Lin Zhao.
Ninth realm players, other players, even people like Su Xinghe, Passerby Wuming, Ding Chunqiu, the Nascent Soul realm seems to be far away."
"nature."
Lin Zhao said with a smile: "The Eighth Realm can be achieved by playing endless mode, but if you want to enter the Ninth Realm, you have to break the state of mind. If you don't break the state of mind or encounter the right opportunity, it is impossible to enter the Ninth Realm."
Leng Yantan opened her mouth slightly: "Does that mean I have no chance to go to the fifth realm in this life?"
"uncertain."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "This game develops dynamically, everything is possible."
"Um!"
Shen Xingchen and Leng Yan nodded together, deeply agreeing with this sentence, so the two of them simply lay down on the cliff, enjoying the spring breeze and sunshine, while Lin Zhao glanced at it, it was amazing, they looked like ridges and peaks from side to side.
Ah, he hurriedly stopped looking at it, so as not to disturb his mood, and focused all his attention on the talisman.
…
In the evening, dusk falls.
Lin Zhao drew one talisman after another, and his whole body was filled with the artistic conception of a military strategist. When Leng Yan and Shen Xingchen felt something strange, they all stood up and turned to look at Lin Zhao. They saw this guy lying on the desk, raising his hand.
Thousands of horses and snow are raised, which is quite the style of a generation of literary giants. With his pen, a speed talisman is almost drawn in one stroke. Suddenly, wisps of crimson military artistic conception continue to rise around him, even "sizzling"
There were wisps of golden thunder and lightning flashing around him, and his eyes were glowing with golden lightning, and his whole person seemed to be possessed by a talisman.
In the sky, the clouds were rolling, and wisps of golden thunder were flashing. Among the clouds, there seemed to be military cavalry, and the golden atmosphere of the military warriors wielding swords to kill was emerging. This accident actually triggered the military atmosphere again!
"Ding!"
System prompt: Congratulations on your successful comprehension: [Lance Like Forest Talisman] (SS level)!
"Ding!"
System prompt: Congratulations on your successful comprehension of: [Cavalry Killing Formation Talisman] (SS level)!
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Qingqu Mountain.
The old Taoist wearing a patchwork gray robe has been wandering around the foot of the mountain for several days, looking very sneaky. When he gets tired, he takes off the green gourd from his waist and takes a sip of wine. When he feels energetic, he uses the hiking pole again.
Walking around Qingqu Mountain, he seemed to be holding something in his hand, but Cao Yan, the Silver Dragon Sword Immortal, couldn't see it at all. It seemed to be something beyond what he could see in his twelve realms.
.
"call……"
Cao Yan squatted on the top of a peak, not daring to disturb him. He just watched the old Taoist work quietly. It didn't matter. As long as this old Taoist didn't slap the Silver Dragon Sword Sect to defeat, he could do whatever he wanted.
I will never do anything arrogant.
But at this moment, two golden elixir sword cultivators on the mountain landed their swords at the foot of the mountain. It was the ghost king Jiang Chong and Feilong Zaitian. Jiang Chong looked at the old Taoist walking around in front of him, frowned and said:
"Old Taoist priest, why are you wandering around the foot of our Silver Dragon Sword Sect's mountain every day? Have you fallen in love with one of my younger sisters from the Silver Dragon Sword Sect? What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I will kick you.
Kicked ass in half?!”
"Um?"
The old Taoist turned around and looked in the direction of the top of the mountain, his face full of doubts.
…
"oops!"
Cao Yan suddenly slapped his thigh, his face full of embarrassment: "This evil obstacle makes me angry!"
