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Dongfang Jing stood in the pavilion in front of Songfeng Pavilion, which was dozens of feet wide. He glanced at Huang Tengsong, who was sealed by the sea of qi and tied with ropes, and chuckled: "Your family is quite big.
I’m afraid I’ve reaped a lot of benefits in two years.”
It is not difficult for cultivators, especially monks with middle-to-high-level cultivation, to buy property and make a fortune once they are freed from the shackles of Taoism.
Huang Tengsong took off the shackles from his neck and felt much more comfortable than before, but at this moment his heart was ashen and he looked blankly at the door of Songfeng Pavilion, as if he had not heard Dongfang Jing's teasing.
Next to Dongfang Jing was Pei Zhongze. He had already held the bamboo pole in his hand, and the yin-yang bronze mirror was ready to be used at any time. He stared at the closed door opposite without blinking, and pinched it slightly in his hand.
He was sweating. After all, he was about to face a great mage-level monk, so he couldn't help but feel nervous. However, he was not afraid, but a little excited. During the time when he and Zhao Ran were escaping in the Xia Kingdom, two
He once joined forces to fight against a large group of Buddhist monks. He was not afraid at that time, so how could he be afraid now? What he was excited about was that this was the first time he took action after his crown was firmly established. He didn't know how far his cultivation would improve.
Rich Man Shen and Rong Niang stood ten feet away, one on the left and the other on the right. Rich Man Shen took out a chicken leg and kept chewing it, not knowing whether he was reincarnated as a starving ghost in his previous life; Rong Niang leaned against a green pine tree with her back,
A string of crystal-clear bracelets twirled around her fingertips, flying like a butterfly.
On top of the green pine, where the crown of flowers is like a canopy, where the needles are densest, Zhao Ran is hiding, and the magnetic mother's golden fetal bowl has long been turned into a golden shield, protecting him in front of him. According to Dongfang Jing's arrangement, Zhao Ran is responsible for setting up the formation this time.
He controlled the formation, and his safety was guaranteed by Rong Niang. Rong Niang was only eighteen years old, and she was only at the level of a Taoist priest, but she didn’t know why. Looking at the little girl under the tree with a smile on her lips and a romantic talk, Zhao
However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of security.
Well, he is a genius, but he is a loser, so there is no shame in the gap in realms, and there is no shame in being dependent - Zhao Ran comforted himself.
Looking at Rong Niang, Zhao Ran thought of Zhou Yumo. Zhao Ran has been in this world for more than four years, but to be honest, there are not many women he has met who meet his aesthetic standards.
There are only four. Not to mention the fierce Zhu Qigu and the charming Hu Chunniang, the Rongniang and Zhou Yumo in front of us are very similar in temperament and appearance. The difference is that Zhou Yumo is more dignified, while Rongniang is more cheerful.
It cannot be said that Rong Niang is not good, but Zhao Ran always recalls the graceful and luxurious woman at the Bijia Mountain Gathering, and the letters surrounded by light fragrance. Zhao Ran spent more than a month in Huayun Pavilion.
There has never been a chance to meet Zhou Yumo, who is in seclusion. Even now, there has been no communication for more than two years. I wonder if she will still remember him?
Zhao Ran also understood that he and Zhou Yumo were probably getting farther and farther apart. The idea of practicing together had never occurred to him in the beginning, but why did he feel a little wistful in his heart? It was as if he had missed something...
While I was thinking wildly, the door of Songfeng Pavilion slowly opened with a creak. An old Taoist slowly crossed the threshold and came to the foot of the steps.
Huang Tengsong struggled twice and called out "Master", with tears streaming down his face.
The old Taoist was Zuo Yunfeng. He smiled and said to Huang Tengsong: "Idiot, life and death, survival, poverty, virtuous and dishonest, reputation and reputation are the changes of things and the fate of fate. Knowing that there is nothing you can do about it and being at peace with it is like fate. Virtue.
So why are you crying?"
Huang Tengsong choked with sobs, said "yes" and put away his sorrow.
Dongfang Jing stared at the old Taoist for a moment, then suddenly said: "Master Zuo, it seems like your time is running out?"
Zuo Yunfeng smiled and nodded: "Yes, the old Taoist has been looking forward to it for a few months... It's just that he missed the mark at the last minute, and he felt a little unwilling. If he could extend his life for a year and a half, he might be able to break through the barrier and add more longevity.
Therefore, my disciple is concerned about the fate of the old Taoist, wants to change his fate, and wants to help the old Taoist to take a step forward... The old Taoist also knows that this is inappropriate, but in the end he cannot get past this level and wants to look up and see what's over there.
What kind of scenery is it..." He sighed for a moment, took out a brocade box from his Taoist robe, put it on the steps, and said to Dongfang: "Today has come to an end, what's the use of talking more, it's just an old Taoist talking...
The dragon's head orchid herb is in the box. If you are better than the old Taoist, you can take it away. The old Taoist master and apprentice can do whatever they want. If the old Taoist wins by luck, you can also take it away, but please let the apprentice go."
After saying that, Zuo Yunfeng took two steps forward and looked at Dongfang Jing: "Dongfang, do you like it?"
Dongfang bowed his head in respect, picked up the Huang Teng pine, threw it up the steps, and landed right next to the box, saying: "Master Zuo, I should have called you Uncle Zuo, but your master and apprentice have already left the mountain, so regardless of seniority, today
If you have the guts to attack Master Zuo, please don’t blame Master Zuo!"
Dongfang Jingpiao then stepped back a foot, turned his hands, rolled his sleeves, and a whirlwind swept towards Zuo Yunfeng.
Zuo Yunfeng twisted his fingers with his right hand and instantly turned the whirlwind into nothingness.
Dongfang Jing took another three steps back, whispered the truth in his throat, stepped on the Nine Palaces, and in the blink of an eye turned into a tall red scarf warrior. He stepped hard on the ground with his left foot. With him as the center, the ground of the entire hall suddenly cracked.
Come, cracks extend towards Zuo Yunfeng.
Zhao Ran could see clearly from the tree and felt a chill in his heart. He had seen two martial uncles, Dazhuo and Xiaozhuo, fighting in martial arts. Uncle Dazhuo's special skill was to cast spells with the powerful warrior god.
With the power of nine bulls and two tigers, they suppressed the raccoon spirit effortlessly. The Dongfang Jing in front of him was a little younger than Master Da Zhuo, but he had already entered the mage realm, and he had even reached the second level of the Hercules God's Curse.
, directly invited the red scarf warrior, which is already the power of the dragon elephant, and is several times more powerful than Master Da Zhuo's yellow scarf warrior.
Zuo Yunfeng's legs were firmly planted on the ground, and the inner circles of his knees were not exerting any force. The cracks that extended reached his feet and stopped. Then he waved his left hand lightly, and a talisman rose above his head.
The screen-like flames flowed from top to bottom, forming a barrier to resist the rushing red scarf warrior.
The fifth-level talisman, the flaming Xuanmen Jingyang talisman, is launched, and the red-turbaned warrior transformed by Dongfang Jing cannot advance even an inch!
Zhao Ran seized the opportunity and threw out six jade jewels, hitting the six key points that he had already spotted before. The Moon Ming Fantasy Array was deployed instantly, covering Zuo Yunfeng, Dongfang Jing and Pei Zhongze.
Zuo Yunfeng's vision suddenly turned black, and he could only hear crisp chirping sounds, and at some point a waning moon appeared on the horizon. He chuckled lightly, and without hesitation, he pointed his finger upwards, and an invisible sharp blade slashed straight at the waning moon.
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Before the air blade could strike Zangyue, Zhao Ran could already feel the sharpness. He knew that the center of his formation could never withstand the attack of the air blade. In shock, he frantically mobilized the surrounding qi from the heaven and earth into the formation, turning it into a thick layer of energy. Dark clouds quickly covered the waning moon.
Pei Zhongze saw the opportunity, and the bamboo stick flashed a three-foot sword light, passing through the wall of fire transformed by the Jingyang Talisman of the Blazing Xuanmen, and stabbed Zuo Yunfeng between the eyebrows.
Zuo Yunfeng's eyebrows lit up, and a beam of brilliance spurted out, turning into a transparent light mirror half the height of a man. It was the condensation of the Qing Xuan Gong he had cultivated throughout his life.
The bamboo stick sword's light pierced the light mirror, and the stab was like gold and iron. No matter how much power he poured into it, Pei Zhongze could not move forward. However, this stab distracted Zuo Yunfeng, and the air blade Dissipated out of thin air, solving Zhao Ran's urgent need.
Several fireworks talismans suddenly floated out of the darkness, and at the same time a string of money darts hit Zuo Yunfeng's back, but it was Zhao Ran who tried to sneak up on him.
Zuo Yunfeng sneered: "What can a mere low-level illusion array do to me?" The Qingxuan Light Mirror in front of him suddenly extended backwards, tightly protecting him in the center, while the fireworks talisman and money dart returned in vain.
Zuo Yunfeng said again: "The two little guys next to you, come together!"
Rich Man Shen finished chewing the chicken legs, laughed, and entered the formation. A huge gold ingot flew out from behind his neck and hit Zuo Yunfeng on the head.
Zuo Yunfeng shook his hand and threw out a jade Ruyi, which flew up towards the gold ingot. The gold and jade intersected, and the fire shone out.
Zuo Yunfeng praised, "What a treasure!" He recited the magic formula softly, and Yu Ruyi circled the gold ingot to pierce it, taking the path of the flying sword. If it were someone else who was caught by surprise, he would probably eat a lot of food. Fortunately, Dongfang Jing had warned him before, and Master Shen did not panic. He responded to the enemy according to the method he had thought about before. For a while, the gold ingot and jade Ruyi were fighting inextricably.
Rong Niang glanced at Zhao Ran on the tree. Zhao Ran made a gesture. Rong Niang nodded and stepped into the formation.
Zuo Yunfeng glanced at Rong Niang and snorted coldly: "Little Taoist priest, I'm here to die too!" With a flick of his finger, a blade of air rolled towards Rong Niang. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, novels are better Update faster!