Chapter 81 Old Dao (Congratulations for quitting the LOL leader!)
Bi Lian'er was pinned to the ground, still a little dazed.
She never imagined that this young Taoist could be so powerful.
The ‘Five Poison Fairy’ who had gone to great lengths to invite was actually killed in one encounter.
"Little Snake...Long time no see."
Fang Xian smiled and said hello, and took the Five Poison Fairy's magic bag in his hand. Suddenly, his expression changed again, and a flame hit the opponent's body.
The Five Poison Fairy immediately turned into ashes, but there was a strange golden light inside, making a squeaking sound, and trying to fly away.
Fang Xian snorted coldly and activated the spiritual secret. Immediately, a fire dragon flew out and pressed down the golden light.
The golden light chirped several times, obviously quite spiritual, but no one took charge. It finally calmed down and turned into a golden flying sword, with a golden thread seemingly wandering on it.
"Huh? It's actually the Golden Silkworm Sword?"
His vision and experience at this time were unlike anything he had seen before, and he recognized it immediately.
This flying sword was made by Grandma Lu who was envious of the sharpness of the flying swords of the Immortal family and went through various methods to refine it. It looks like a sword but not a sword, and looks like a beast but not a beast. The main material is a flying golden silkworm, and the soul of this golden silkworm is restrained.
on it.
Although it is not a serious method, it is just a flying sword.
If the Five Poison Fairies really refined this flying sword, they might be able to block a move from the Immortal below.
It's a pity that she borrowed this sword from Grandma Lu, and she never refined it until the sword became one and could protect the master through spirit.
As a result, he died in frustration at the hands of Fang Xian before he could show it.
"Little Taoist priest... you killed the Five Poison Fairy, she was Grandma Green's beloved disciple... Haha..." Bi Lian'er laughed: "I'll see how you die."
"It's just a side sect golden elixir..." Fang Xian shook his head: "You hate me very much? But because of the three-year agreement, Marquis Lu went back on his word?"
"Of course, if you weren't such a badass and taught Lu Lang Taoism with bad intentions, how could he treat me like this?" Bi Lian'er's eyes were about to burst into flames.
Marquis Lu was on the side, his face was as red as blood, he covered his face with his sleeves and did not dare to speak.
Fang Xian felt depressed for a while, and secretly thought that this disciple was also a coward, and immediately shouted: "Disciple, please take care of this little snake spirit. You are not allowed to kill or release..."
He also restrained Bi Lian'er's magic power, and then asked Marquis Lu to take him away.
Looking at this apprentice's back, he couldn't help but shake his head.
He was accepted as a disciple for the purpose of forming a good relationship, and his aptitude and temperament were really average. Fortunately, he didn't have much hope. He only waited for Lu Hou to advance to a higher level, and then he was given the Fire Dragon Sword, thus ending the cause and effect.
Even if this apprentice takes in another disciple, there will be no affection for him, he will just let them fend for themselves.
Otherwise, Marquis Lu really doesn’t know what the ruthless nature of heaven is!
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After solving a minor problem, Fang Xian began to think about his future plans.
"Nowadays, it is natural to form a golden elixir...but I always hesitate...even if I obtain the energy-devouring method and am sure to cultivate the Great Sun True Yang elixir, I still seem to be worried about gains and losses..."
"Besides this, it's the second opportunity."
The leader of the Three Immortals has two great destined opportunities outside of the Shushan Sect.
Only after Fang Xian obtained one did he have the magical power he has today.
If the other one was just an inheritance, he wouldn't want to take it, lest he provoke fate again.
But secretly, he felt that this opportunity was very important to him, so he was a little hesitant.
"It's hard to make up my mind about practicing at this time, so why not go out for a walk? It just so happens that the sword fight between Shushan Sword Sect and Xuanguang Zhengzong is approaching...Cao Qiu even sent me an invitation..."
"There is also a newly acquired method. I will go out to find a few evil people to open a profit market. I will also buy some spirit turtles and use them to calculate the future..."
He still owed Master Tianhuo a lot of external power, and now he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to pay it back.
When a monk from a well-known and upright family travels, he must do some good deeds and accumulate external merit.
As soon as he thought about this, he sent a message to Marquis Lu to give a few instructions, raised the Fire Dragon Sword, let out a long roar, and pulled out a sword light several feet long, which suddenly flew into the sky!
This is the art of sword escape, and it is the fastest escape method among all sects. It can be said to be lightning fast.
The sword fight agreed between Shushan Sword Sect and Xuanguang Zhengzong was in Yuntai Mountain.
Fang Xian drove the sword light and hurried on. It could have been reached in a few days.
However, he calculated that it was still early, so he did not rush straight away. Instead, he occasionally visited a few places of interest or went for a stroll in the deep mountains and old forests.
In mid-air, a ray of fire flew past, and the faint roar of a dragon was heard.
Fang Xian figured out the ‘Nanming Lihuo Sword Technique’ and also knew that swordsmanship is divided into several realms.
Mastering the sword art, sending and receiving it from the heart, and even condensing it into the talisman of the divine way art in the Dantian is just the first glimpse of the door.
On top of this, there are multiple realms such as sword light breaking technique, sword light differentiation, sword sound like thunder, flying sword channeling, etc.
The Sword Light Breaking Technique means breaking through all kinds of magic with one sword. With the sharp edge of the flying sword, one can cut through thousands of magic spells and all kinds of self-protection methods with one sword, and take the life of the enemy.
Before, he relied on the Fire Dragon Sword to directly break through the two layers of the Five Poison Divine Sand and the Five Poison Fairy's protective spells, and easily took the life of this loose immortal.
The art of swordsmanship is vast and infinite, and even at the level of Yuanshen Daojun, there are endless changes.
Different realms are not higher or lower, they just have different effects.
The differentiation of the sword light can transform one flying sword into dozens or hundreds of swords, making it easy to set up a sword formation.
The sword is like the sound of thunder, and the speed of the sword is extremely fast, just like the speed of sound and light, like lightning and stone fire, it can reach you in the blink of an eye.
Strictly speaking, there is no higher or lower level in the realms of sword light differentiation and sword light breaking technique, they just have different emphasis.
Fang Xian's current swordsmanship has reached the realm of 'sword light breaking the law'.
As for the differentiation of sword light and the thunderous sound of sword, he still lacks some understanding.
At this time, he was wandering and flying, and a sword light pierced the sky. I don't know when, two identical sword shadows appeared around him.
Seeing that his swordsmanship had improved again, Fang Xian couldn't help but let out a long and joyful roar.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Suddenly, a cheer was heard.
A green sword light flew towards him, and it was on par with Fang Xian, as if he still had some strength left.
"Who is coming?"
As soon as Fang Xian's sword light stopped, he was not afraid and shouted directly.
"I occasionally go out with a sword. I saw my little friend perform sword escape. I was so happy when I saw the hunting spirit that I said it for a moment. Don't be surprised, little friend!"
The green sword light was restrained, and an old Taoist priest in green robes stepped on a flying sword, and it was Zhu Yun.
Seeing Fang Xian, his eyes sparkled and he praised: "What a sword! What a sword! You are really born to learn swordsmanship!"
'I always feel that you are scolding me, but there is no evidence...'
Fang Xian rolled his eyes inwardly and asked, "Who is the Taoist Priest?"
"Old Taoist Zhuyun!" Old Taoist Zhuyun stroked his beard: "I came here to avenge countless parents and countless lonely ghosts. Are you willing to work with me to hoe the strong and help the weak?"
'I want to see what you, old boy, are doing?'
Fang Xian smiled and said: "I would like to hear the details!"
"look!"
Master Zhuyun pointed his hand and saw a dark cloud flying towards him like it was fleeing from the light.
It's not that it doesn't want to change directions, but every time it does so, there is a psychic sword light behind it, forcing it to come here.
Fang Xian squinted his eyes and saw two monks in black robes hiding in the back of the light with frightened expressions. A look at their aura made people frown.
Everything has energy.
Under his [Dongxuan Eye], Bi Lian'er only had some demonic aura about her, but no resentment or blood.
But although these two guys were human cultivators, their resentment was as strong as substance, and they were full of blood. It was obvious that they had done a lot of harm.
"Two Immortals, we are Fengyun Sect disciples..."
These two people were only in the Talisman Realm. When they saw Fang Xian and Zhu Yun, they seemed to be scared of being hunted and quickly moved out of the backstage.
Fang Xian paid no attention to them, but looked at Old Taoist Zhuyun.
He suspected that this veteran was probably from the Shushan Sword Sect and wanted to save him.
‘I don’t know if it inspired me to punish evil and promote good, or to show off my exquisite swordsmanship, or both?’
The first thought in Fang Xian's mind was, should he bite this piece of fat meat that was delivered to his door?