Chapter 111 This is not only unscientific, it is not fantasy!
Chapter 111 Not only is that unscientific, it’s simply not fantasy!
The little loach loosened its grip on the fins.
Jiaolong, who was very energetic just now, was lying there softly, not wanting to move.
"Let them go!"
Qiu Ping hugged the pot and sipped it without looking back.
The nearby water gods were all frightened. Such a huge dragon was caught by a small loach and swung around in its legs. It was a huge shock to their world view.
Seeing Qiu Ping approaching, they suddenly made way for him.
Qiu Ping led a group of water gods from Changning County and wandered around the edge of the Canglang River.
As soon as the sun shines, many water gods are already fighting together on the river surface.
Some are fighting alone, while others are gathering with friends. From time to time, you can see some water gods being beaten back to their original form, throwing away clay pots and fleeing in despair.
The fighting was very fierce.
Qiu Ping was dumbfounded. It was his first time to see such a large-scale fight between gods. Various magical powers were flying in the sky, which was quite exciting.
He suddenly understood why Uncle Honghe asked him to bring so many people over, and they were waiting there!
That reminded him inexplicably of the fights between villages over whether to irrigate or not.
I didn’t expect that gods also have that kind of gameplay.
But the little loach has always been kind to others, so why would he get into fights? Of course he would just run away with his legs.
Among the countless water gods, the strength of each party can basically be judged based on the size of their respective clay pots. The larger the clay pot, the higher the status of the river god behind it.
Bu Nao, high strength does not mean that you can win in a fight. Qiu Ping has seen several gods holding large clay pots being beaten to the east of the alliance of several forces, and they were forced to flee before.
Chaos! The scene was extremely chaotic.
There are no rules at all when fighting for water there. I just have to win, and no one cares about me even if I attack by surprise or use dirty tricks.
Don't be afraid to end your grudges. The gods have their own jurisdictions.
Each one of them can borrow the power of the mountains and rivers in their own territory, and they are powerful. But when they go to their place, they can be manipulated by others, and no one dares to seek revenge rashly.
In that situation, the water gods everywhere have no authority to rely on, and the fight depends on their own cultivation level.
If the battle for water fails, we can walk five to six hundred miles westward along the Canglang River to get water from the source of the river mouth.
It's really tiring to go back and forth.
The fighting between gods is extremely fast. Basically, at a higher level, the strength is much higher.
Many people who were not strong enough were eliminated first, leaving the river quite empty.
Among the many gods in Shengdong, the most eye-catching one is a young man in red who looks young, maybe twelve or thirteen years old.
There are red jade-like scales on its forehead, which look like some kind of snake transformed into a human.
He followed the path of demon-immortal transformation. Before, he wanted to shed his beastly aura and enter the Heavenly Palace as a pure spirit.
As the saying goes, the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation.
Whether following the path of demons and immortals is a very expensive behavior, whether it is a method of practice or a demand for resources, it all stems from the path of demons and beasts.
Yes, if all of these are not lacking, the prospects for the Demonic Immortal Path will be relatively bright.
Just like the young man in front of me, there is clear light flowing in the red clothes, and the seven flying swords are flying in the east, passing countless sword lights in the void, and intercourse with many gods at the same time, and he is very dominant in the wind.
"Hey, why do those swords look so familiar?"
Qiu Ping looked at the clear sword light, and suddenly remembered that there was a set of [Seven Swords of the Coiling Snake] in the corner of his scale space, which he had exchanged from the city god's niece. [See Chapter 41 for details]
Because I never use it, it has been sitting in a corner for a long time.
That young man is not related to Cheng Huang's niece.
Those connections are so enviable.
Just as Qiu Ping was thinking wildly, the young envoy's sword energy suddenly withdrew and turned into a single sword, which swept across in front of him.
The gods in front of him didn't dare to confront him head-on, so they had to retreat one after another.
But the young man gained the upper hand and showed no mercy. The sword light bloomed again and he chased after him.
His wrong leg is no longer interested in fighting, so he can run away with his head in his arms.
The young man raised his sword, and the clay pots of the gods fell into his lap.
At this time, besides the giant clay pot, there were two large clay pots and five small clay pots beside the young man.
The total amount of water inside and outside could probably fill ten Fu Rivers.
Is there a drought in my house? That’s a lot of water!
Qiu Ping secretly despised Yidong Wofang.
Qiu Ping sighed in his heart, and then he hugged the jar and prepared to leave.
"Qiang."
Accompanied by a soft chant of sword energy, a sword turned in the void and turned into a ray of light, landing in front of Qiu Ping.
The sword's edge was sharp and emitted a faint cold light.
"Whoosh."
The hovering sword turned slightly and stabbed Qiu Ping's fin holding the jar.
If Qiu Ping hadn't loosened his legs, the fish's fin would have been stabbed in a big hole.
Qiu Ping's figure swayed slightly, and he dodged the attack like a ray of Yongxuan.
"Why?" Qiu Ping raised his head and looked at the young man in red in the distance.
I already have so much water, so why do I want to grab his water?
Naturally, the young man didn't bother to answer him. His sword vibrated slightly and he chased Qiu Ping like Yong Xuan.
The beard on Qiu Ping's lips trembled slightly, and his body swayed one after another. Although the sword kept flying close to his body, it was still an inch away from actually touching him.
Seeing that the little loach had such slippery legs, the young man's eyes narrowed, and the remaining six swords turned into clear light and escaped in an instant. Together with the previous swords, they were arranged at seven points and attacked Qiu Ping.
Although the young man looks young, his swordsmanship is really proficient. To the east of his envoy, the seven sword energies are like seven flying dragons of light, sealing Qiu Ping's surroundings tightly.
Qiu Ping was a little bored by the man's nagging attacks, so he loosened his fins and dropped the clay pot in his legs.
With a faint cry of the sword, the pottery pot was lifted out, drew an arc in mid-air, and fell into the young man's lap.
The corner of the young man's mouth showed a hint of pride.
No, just as he was about to put away the jar, a black shadow suddenly appeared not far from him.
The young man reacted quickly and placed seven swords in front of him for protection.
"when!"
With a sharp sound of metal collision, Qiu Ping's fins formed into fists, and with the impact of flying over, he hit the sword hard.
The treasure that had been tempered for thousands of years actually curved outwards and went in.
The turbulent impact force turned into a strong wind, blowing the young man's clothes and hair flying in all directions.
The young man's pupils dilated slightly. Although he had seen the scene of the little loach beating the green-faced dragon, he had experienced it himself and knew how terrifying the power of the loach was.
How could a loach be so powerful?
Not only is that unscientific, it’s simply not fantasy!