The flying boat is about six feet long and two feet wide. The whole body seems to be made of an unknown wood, and there are complex spiritual patterns on the hull and sails. The cabin has two floors, and the bow is a ferocious animal head. The entire ship
The flying boat floated quietly in the air seven feet away from the square.
"This is Elder Situ's famous magic weapon to escape the calamity of the flying boat. It is not only fast, but also has strong attack power."
Luo Bing lowered his lips and whispered in Niu Xiaosheng's ear, his tone full of envy. As a soul cultivator, who doesn't want to have a magic weapon in his hand?
"Come on board."
As Situ Zhong spoke, his whole body turned into a white light and submerged into the flying boat.
Seeing this, other people also used their skills and boarded the flying boat. From this, some details about the ten people, except Situ Zhong, could be seen.
The first person to board the flying boat was a young man wearing the uniform of Jindingfeng. He stood on a white cloud under his feet, and his clothes fluttered, supporting it very extraordinary. The speed of the white cloud was also extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the flying boat.
superior.
Then the second place was also from Jin Dingfeng. This was a woman. Because she was covered with a veil, her appearance could not be seen clearly, but her figure was very proud. Every time she took a step, a water lotus would appear under her feet. It only took two steps to reach her.
above.
The third person was a martial arts cultivator from Qingniu Peak. He didn't make any moves. He just appeared on the deck, leaving a faint afterimage on the ground.
The last person to board the boat was Niu Xiaosheng, who followed the principle of keeping a low profile, neither fighting nor grabbing, and trying his best to be a marginal person.
After everyone came up, the flying boat turned into a ray of light and disappeared in the sky in an instant.
"Junior Brother Niu, I made some pastries, would you like to try them?"
On the deck, Luo Bing sat on her knees on the ground, her shoulders were shaved and her waist was plain. She took out a food box from the package and opened it. There were some pink flower cakes inside, but they had a faint aroma.
"Thank you."
Although Niu Xiaosheng was not hungry, he still picked one up and put it in his mouth. After all, you have been invited. It would be too awkward to refuse directly.
"Junior sister Ji, I brewed some fruit wine, it tastes good, you can try it."
Suddenly, a magnetic voice sounded nearby, and the young man who was the first to board the airship was holding a wine bottle and was courting the second woman who boarded the airship.
This scene gave people an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The tips of Luo Bing's ears were slightly red at this moment, and her delicate oval face was almost buried in her chest.
Regarding the young man's kindness, Junior Sister Ji refused without mercy, "I don't like to drink fruit wine, so I'd rather bother Senior Brother."
"That's okay. Whatever junior sister likes to eat, I'll bring it to you next time."
The young man said with a smile on his face, not feeling embarrassed at all by being rejected.
Niu Xiaosheng suddenly felt familiar from this person.
Hearing this, the woman frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness on her expressionless face. She and Ximen Gong were disciples who joined Daoyigong in the same year, and they happened to be selected into Jinding Peak. Over the years,
Ximen Palace has been pursuing himself.
In the sect, there are even some good people who regard the two as a couple of gods and gods, but in fact, Jiya has no feelings for Ximen Palace at all. Instead, she finds him annoying.
"Senior Brother Ximen, I told you that I am already engaged, so it is best for us to keep some distance."
"I don't care, Junior Sister Ji. Ever since I first saw you, I swore to myself that I would never marry you unless you were married in this life. As long as you are not married, I will not give up."
Ximen Gong looked at Jiya with an affectionate and indifferent expression on his face, which did not match his handsome and unrestrained appearance at all.
This bloody scene also opened the eyes of everyone on board.
"Brother, please respect yourself."
Jiya's face turned cold and she turned around, leaving Ximen Palace with a pretty back.
Ximen Gong put the wine bottle to his mouth and took a big sip, which seemed to be a way to drown his sorrows. After this small episode, the deck became quiet again.
The Zhenwu Dao Palace is located in Jizhou, north of Qingzhou. Even by ferry, it takes several days to travel. However, taking Elder Situ's flying boat, it only took one day to reach the mountain gate of the Zhenwu Dao Palace.
The Zhenwu Dao Palace is different from the Dao First Palace. This is a sect that focuses entirely on soul cultivation. Warriors here can only be regarded as outer sect disciples, and their status is completely inferior to those of the inner sect's soul cultivation.
The person who came to receive Daoyi Palace was also an elder from the Zhenwu Dao Palace. There were several disciples wearing gorgeous Taoist robes beside him. One of them was Yuan Chenzi, an acquaintance of Niu Xiaosheng. When he saw Niu Xiaosheng in the crowd, his eyes suddenly showed a trace.
light.
"Master Situ, how are you? It's been ten years since we last saw each other, and you haven't changed at all."
It may seem like a polite sentence, but the tone makes people feel that it has special meaning.
"Haha, Master Qiu has aged quite a bit."
Situ Zhongpi replied with a smile. Although Dao Yigong and Zhenwu Dao Palace are allies, there is also a competitive relationship between them. Not everyone is like a family, such as Qiu Zhenren and Situ.
After all, they are a pair of old enemies. They have been fighting each other for most of their lives, and they mock each other openly and secretly every time they meet.
"For us soul cultivators, skin is not important at all, but you are already old, and you still make your face look like a twenty-year-old boy. Are you embarrassed?"
"Hmph, just say so if you are envious."
"Who is envious? What's the use of being handsome? Back then, Junior Sister Ruohua——"
Having said this, Qiu Zhenren immediately closed his mouth, glanced at the people around him who were gossiping, and said to the disciple Yuan Chenzi behind him: "Yuan Chenzi, take all the friends from Dao First Palace to the wing to rest."
"Yes, Master."
Yuan Chenzi cupped his hands, and then said to Niu Xiaosheng and others: "Everyone, please come with me."
After Niu Xiaosheng and others left, the two quarreled again.
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"Brother Niu, I didn't expect us to meet so soon. Let's go to the Zhenwu Stage later to discuss our differences."
Yuan Chenzi, who just broke through to the third level some time ago, said to Niu Xiaosheng impatiently.
"Not going."
Niu Xiaosheng shook his head.
"Why? Are you afraid of losing?"
Yuan Chenzi was puzzled.
"That's not true. Even if we compete once, you will still lose."
Niu Xiaosheng said calmly, his tone full of confidence.
"It's impossible. When our soul cultivation reaches the third level, our strength will be qualitatively improved. I'm determined not to lose."
Yuan Chenzi said seriously.
"Forget it if you don't believe it."
Niu Xiaosheng said, raised his chin, pointed at Zhang Ling who was about to go out not far away, and continued: "Nuo, have you seen that guy? His name is Zhang Ling, and he is my defeated general. He has reached the late stage of the Three Realms.
, but he is still no match for me. When you defeat him, come and compete with me."