Seeing three companions being kicked away by Ye Xiaochuan, the remaining ten or so teenagers immediately rushed towards Ye Xiaochuan with a roar. Ye Xiaochuan burst out laughing and did not let go of Lan Ling, and entered in a flash.
In the crowd of young people, they kicked here and there, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen young people flew out.
Invisible phantom, this is an advanced technique that gives even Yun Qiyou a headache. To deal with a few mortals who have not even reached the realm of controlling the air, they are naturally like wolves among sheep.
Among these disciples of the Langya Immortal Sect, Ouyang Caiyu is the fifth-level cultivator in the realm of flying in the air. The others have not reached the realm of flying in the air.
What is the concept of not reaching the level of flying in the air? That is a mortal. Only when you reach this level can you be different from ordinary people and can you truly enter the ranks of cultivators.
Ouyang Caiyu's face turned purple as he watched Ye Xiaochuan knock the person he was beating up over and over again.
She gave a sweet scolding, let go of the blue silk magic weapon, and squeezed the hand seals with both hands. Suddenly, the glow of the blue silk magic weapon surged, and it turned into a giant blue python, trying to wrap around Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan was startled and finally let go of Lan Ling's magic weapon.
Ouyang Caiyu was overjoyed when he saw that his magic weapon was finally back. He held one end of Lan Ling's magic weapon, and suddenly the blue light that filled the sky was directed at Ye Xiaochuan and hooded.
Ye Xiaochuan squinted his eyes and said to Yang Jiu: "Stay away! Let's see how this great immortal can hoe the strong and help the weak!"
Yang Jiujiu and his father, Yang Dashan, had been hiding away for a long time. Mortals like them were not allowed to participate in fights between gods. It would be bad if they were affected.
Now Ye Xiaochuan is very interested in the one-foot-long blue silk magic weapon controlled by Ouyang Caiyu. He can't name this magic weapon, but it has great spiritual power and is considered a top-notch magic weapon in the world of cultivation.
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The most valuable thing is that this magic weapon is actually a piece of silk, which is very different from the fairy swords and ghost-headed swords that I am familiar with.
Under the blue light, the surrounding wind was strong, and the flying sand flew away, making people unable to open their eyes. The dozen teenagers who were kicked to the ground by Ye Xiaochuan ran away grunting and crawling.
to avoid suffering from fish pond disasters.
The Lan Ling magic weapon was wrapped with hundreds of blue lights and shot towards him. Ye Xiaochuan shook his backhand, and the edgeless sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The dense green sword energy instantly filled the whole body and shuttled rapidly.
Suddenly dense green Qi swords appeared, which really startled Ouyang Caiyu. Most of the disciples of Langya Sword Sect were practicing fairy sword magic weapons. She had never seen anyone who didn't need to rely on hand seal sword techniques to activate them in an instant.
With hundreds of Qi swords.
It wasn't until the blue light she controlled was mercilessly shredded by those green Qi swords that she realized that she had always been a softie in the past, but today she had encountered a hard problem.
No matter how she mobilized her spiritual power to activate Lan Ling's magic weapon, she could not break through the defensive sword circle arranged by that brat. She soon understood that there was a huge gap between her and this dark boy's cultivation, and the other party did not want to kill him.
Himself, otherwise once he launches a counterattack with the Qi sword, he may not be able to hold on for even half a stick of incense, and will be pierced by Wan Jian and die.
Ouyang Caiyu was filled with shame and anger. He originally wanted to come over to cause trouble, but was hit all over his head by others. He believed that he had extraordinary qualifications. He had reached the fifth level of flying in the air at the age of fifteen, and should be regarded as the best among his peers.
Already.
Unexpectedly, the dark-skinned young man in front of her looked about the same age as herself, but his level of cultivation was unfathomable! This made her very hurt!
Another proud swan was struck.
If it were anyone else, knowing that there was too much difference in strength between him and the other party, he might have given in defeat long ago. But this proud swan gritted its teeth and persisted, mobilizing all the true methods in its body, the blue light increased several times compared with the original, and attacked Ye crazily.
Ogawa's defensive sword circle.
It seems that, in her opinion at this moment, it is no longer important whether she can defeat Ye Xiaochuan. As long as she breaks that abominable sword circle, it will be the greatest victory in her life.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't care, and just kept playing with this beautiful and unruly little girl. He was like a cat, teasing a poor little mouse.
Not far away, there were dozens of young nuns wearing gray robes, and a few middle-aged nuns wearing moon-white monk robes, all looking this way.
One of the nuns looked about forty, wearing very clean moon-white robes and spinning a string of amber rosary beads rhythmically in her hands.
Her body is a little put on, and her skin is a little sallow due to her long-term vegetarian diet. However, her eyes are very bright, as pure as autumn water.
She is Master Xuanhui, the hostess of Jishi Temple!
"Buddha Immeasurable Life is very good at the Eight Forms of Divine Sword. This young man should be a disciple of Cangyun Sect."
The person who spoke was an old nun who looked very old next to Master Xuanhui. Her face was already wrinkled, her monk's robes were a little worn, and her voice was rather low and hoarse.
Master Xuanhui smiled slightly and said: "Senior Sister Xuanbi, this young man has a very high level of cultivation. He is definitely not an unknown person in the Cangyun Sect. Why don't you guess who he is, Senior Sister?"
The old nun named Xuanbi glanced at Master Xuanhui and said, "Junior sister, it seems that you have guessed it. This young man's movement of the Eight Forms of the Divine Sword is very miraculous. Hundreds of air swords came out in an instant.
Only those who have cultivated the Cangyun Sect's Yin-Yang, Qiankun Dao to the seventh level of the mid-out-of-body realm can move there, but this boy is too young, he only looks like a teenager, and I really can't guess it."
Master Xuan Hui said: "A while ago, during the Cangyun Sect's grand examination, I sent Fan and a few disciples to observe the ceremony. According to what Fan came back to report, if I guessed correctly, this young man was here.
Ye Xiaochuan, who achieved third place in the Cangyun Examination."
The old nun Xuanbi was stunned and said: "Ye Xiaochuan? I've never heard of this name before."
Master Xuanhui said: "I only heard about it recently. He is the biggest dark horse in the Cangyun test. Even the Burning Smoke Fairy Gu Pan'er was defeated by his sword. In the end, he was defeated by Ling Ling.
Under the sword of the ice fairy Yun Qiyou. By the way, his master is Qingfeng."
A gleam of wisdom flashed in the eyes of the old nun Xuanbi, and he smiled slightly and said: "It turns out that he is the disciple of the old drunkard Qingfeng. This is no surprise. Perhaps he is the only one in the world who can teach a dark horse. Three hundred and sixty years ago,
In that Duantian Cliff fight, the old drunkard broke into the top ten without saying a word. Together with the two sisters Liubo and Liuyun, they were called the three dark horses at that time. He could teach the other dark horse nothing at all.
Unexpectedly, Namo Amitabha."
Master Xuanhui smiled slightly and said: "Senior sister, it seems that you are still brooding about being defeated by Qingfeng at Duantian Cliff. This is not good. As a monk, you have nothing to lose. Should you let go of some of your obsessions?
You have been trapped in the realm of spiritual silence for more than a hundred years. If you cannot let go of your obsessions, it will be difficult to make progress in your practice."
