Chapter 1655 You are not even qualified to make the deity look down on you
"What the hell is that stove?"
Lang Ziqing asked.
Yang Yifei said lightly: "Didn't you say that it was an immortal weapon?"
"Humph, you can fool others, but you can't fool me."
Lang Ziqing snorted coldly and said proudly: "If the immortal weapon really explodes, the entire Blood Flame Mountain will be blown up. How can you and I escape?
Moreover, I went back and looked, and there wasn’t even a single fragment. I didn’t believe anything could explode so completely.”
The prodigal son Qing originally wanted to go back and pick up a few fragments of the immortal artifact. Even if they were fragments, they were better than ordinary spiritual treasures.
But when I got back, I found that there was nothing and it was completely fried. I immediately felt that something was wrong.
"You are quite smart."
Yang Yifei said.
"Boy, answer honestly and I'll give you a pleasure.
Otherwise, you must have heard of my reputation as a romantic swordsman."
The prodigal son Qing shouted.
"No."
Yang Yifei shook his head honestly.
With a puff, Xue Hongying laughed.
The prodigal son was furious: "Boy, there's no need to pretend to be stupid.
Since you don’t tell me, I will kill you and search for your soul, I’m not afraid of not knowing.”
Many monks know how to search for souls. After all, it is easier than torture.
"Kill me?
Just you?"
Yang Yifei immediately sneered, showing great disdain.
This disdainful smile hurt Liang Ziqing's heart.
Although many people hate him, they also admit that he is a genius. If he had entered a large sect such as Huangji Sect or Xingluo Demon Sect, he would have formed an elixir long ago.
But now, a young monk at the Foundation Establishment Realm dared to laugh at him, which immediately made the prodigal son Qing angry.
"Boy, I'm very confused. Where do you have the courage to go against me?"
The prodigal son Qing said coldly: "I have been following you for a long time, and I have already seen clearly that you are in the foundation building realm.
To be honest, if you were stronger, even if you were not at the peak of Qi refining, or even in the later stage of Qi refining, I would not dare to show your face, after all, it would kill Master Shile.
However, in the Foundation Establishment Realm, how can you escape from my hands?
Can you still come up with another immortal weapon?"
There was a hint of ridicule on the corner of Lang Ziqing's lips.
Before he showed up, he had already checked around and found no experts except for a few lucky monks.
Moreover, those monks were also eliminated by him silently.
Now, except for the three of them, there are no monks within a kilometer radius.
"escape?
Why do I want to run away?"
Yang Yifei looked at the prodigal son Qing doubtfully: "A waste like you doesn't think you can threaten me, right?"
"you wanna die."
The prodigal son Qing thought he had a calm personality, but he was also angered by Yang Yifei.
He immediately raised his sword and struck it, and the runes on it flashed away.
Boom... Suddenly a strong wind surged up, forming a tornado more than 20 meters high, and rushed towards Yang Yifei.
The long sword of Lang Ziqing is engraved with the runes of the Law of the Wind, which can activate the power of the wind, which is very convenient.
This tornado was like a sharp knife wheel. Wherever it passed, rocks were destroyed and trees were chopped into pieces.
If it falls on a person, it will be cut into pieces even if he is wearing a robe.
"careful!"
Xue Hongying still couldn't bear the death of Yang Yifei, so she immediately urged Xiaobai, rushed in front of Yang Yifei, swung her spear left and right, and actually blocked the tornado, but she herself was forced back several meters by the tornado, and she suddenly appeared
The difference with the prodigal son is Qing.
Liang Ziqing just casually struck a sword, and Xue Hongying needed all his strength to block it. The gap between the two was not as big as usual.
"hateful.
If I didn't only have ordinary skills, I would never be in such a mess."
Xue Hongying gritted her teeth and said.
"idiot."
Yang Yifei's voice suddenly sounded behind Xue Hongying. When he heard these two words, Xue Hongying was furious.
"I saved you with good intentions, but you actually scolded me?
Are you still not human?"
Xue Hongying said angrily.
"I'm not scolding you, but stating a fact."
Yang Yifei said calmly.
Even though he was almost attacked by a tornado, Yang Yifei was very calm.
He has seen many big scenes in the memory of the Creation Immortal Lord. He himself has killed twenty or thirty real Jindan people at one time. The attack of a mere half-step Jindan is nothing.
Just drizzle.
"You're calling me stupid."
Xue Hongying shouted.
"Is not it?"
Yang Yifei said calmly: "No matter what skills or magical powers, they are all external objects, the real foundation is to explore the avenue.
You don’t even know the essence of cultivation, even if I give you a Dao-grade Kung Fu method, you won’t be able to practice it.”
The more advanced the technique, the better.
For example, if a person has limited qualifications and understanding, he can barely understand it if he is given an ordinary-grade Kung Fu. If he is given a spiritual-grade Kung Fu, not only will it not improve his strength, but it will slow down his cultivation speed.
And if it were replaced by immortal or Taoist skills, it would not be good for him, but would harm him.
He couldn't understand it at all.
Xue Hongying didn't even understand the essence of cultivation. He only thought that the more advanced the technique, the better. Even if he started to gain results and could greatly improve his strength, over time, he would stagnate and be unable to move forward.
Therefore, in the world of cultivating immortals, qualifications and understanding are the first criteria for major forces to recruit disciples.
"You dare to look down on me?"
Xue Hongying immediately gritted her teeth.
What she hates most is that others look down on her.
But her words were interrupted by Liang Ziqing.
"You kid actually understand this?"
The prodigal son Qing said in surprise: "I only found out about this after hearing it from my master. How did you know?
Who are you, and which sect are you a disciple of?
If you tell me, if it matters, I can let you go."
"There's no need to get close to me, you're not worthy yet."
Yang Yifei said lightly.
"Okay, okay, okay."
The prodigal son Qing was so angry that he said three good words in a row and said with a sullen face: "This is the first time that someone looks down on me.
Even the inner disciples of the Huangji Sect are always polite when they see me.
Boy, I'm very curious, where do you have the confidence to look down on me?"
"You are wrong, I am not looking down on you."
Yang Yifei said.
"Why, are you scared now and want to admit your mistake?
late."
Lang Ziqing sneered.
Xue Hongying also cast a contemptuous look at Yang Yifei: "What are you afraid of? If you and I join forces, we can't kill him."
Yang Yifei said calmly: "What I mean is that you are not even qualified to be looked down upon by me."
"You...are brave!"
The prodigal son Qing finally couldn't bear it any longer and struck Yang Yifei with his sword: "I'll chop you up."
The bright and sharp sword light fell, and Yang Yifei frowned slightly.
Fortunately, I have recovered some spiritual energy in the past two days, otherwise it would be difficult to take action.
His eyes blinked, and they suddenly glowed with golden light. Two golden beams of light shot out from his eyes, immediately cutting off the sword light of Lang Ziqing and shooting towards Lang Ziqing.
Fiery eyes and golden eyes! Like Tushita Ziyan, fiery eyes and golden eyes were a magical power he had mastered and he has not lost it.
"What are you doing?"
The prodigal son was shocked and turned pale, and hurriedly ran away.
But no matter how fast he was, it couldn't be as fast as the speed of light. He was hit in the chest by those two golden lights, flew backwards with a roar, and hit the ground hard.