Early on the next morning, everyone in the Tianlan Sect rushed north as fast as possible. At this time, Ning Chen did not realize that the danger was coming. After the early morning practice, he continued to move forward leisurely, exploring left and right in the mountains and forests.
When Ning Chen was in China, he loved the natural scenery the most. When he had time, he would go to famous tourist attractions. When he was in middle school, he went to Huashan Mountain and Zhongnan Mountain in the northwest. After going to college, he planned to use his time in college to visit the famous mountains in China.
He visited Dachuandu, and after visiting the Five Mountains, he met the mysterious stone ball in Huangshan that is still hidden in his sea of consciousness, and embarked on his current journey of time-traveling and cultivation.
After walking less than a mile, Ning Chen found a few snow mushrooms under a thousand-year-old tree. These mushrooms were not big in size and were not high-grade, but they had their own spiritual energy and rich fragrance. Whether they were barbecued or cooked.
Soup is an excellent condiment. Although it contains a small amount of toxins, these toxins have no effect on Ning Chen now.
"I didn't expect that I would be a ruthless person who eats poisonous mushrooms now. I'm not afraid of starving to death during outdoor trips in the future." Ning Chen teased himself while stepping forward to put the few snow mushrooms into his magic bag.
At this moment, Ning Chen suddenly felt a sword light dozens of feet long passing through the sky. After patrolling in the sky, it fell straight to where he was.
"Monk Ningyuan period, are you here to find me?" Ning Chen's expression was shocked, and his consciousness instantly prepared all the magic weapons and talismans in the magic bag. The sword light fell to the ground and dissipated, revealing a short and fat figure.
The old man in yellow is none other than Baili Xiang, the elder of the Tianlan Sect.
Baili Xiang looked at Ning Chen and showed an inexplicable smile, "Ning Chen?"
Ning Chen looked serious. He was not surprised that a Ning Yuan Stage monk from the Tianlan Sect appeared. What was surprising was that he appeared so quickly. It seemed that the Tianlan Sect valued the alchemy master's inheritance more than his own.
Imagine.
"I am Ning Chen. What do you call me?" Ning Chen said in a deep voice.
"I, Baili Xiang, hold the position of elder of Tianlan Sect." Baili Xiang said proudly. Seeing Ning Chen's calm expression, neither humble nor arrogant, he couldn't help but frown, secretly unhappy.
At this time, there was another noise in the forest, and Ning Chen saw about ten more monks in the Qi Refining Stage emerging from the woods. The two middle-aged men at the head were the Long Mo duo he had seen a few days ago.
There are also two monks, a man and a woman, who are in the late stages of Qi refining.
The woman was wearing yellow clothes. This was the first time Ning Chen saw a female monk from the Tianlan Sect. The style of her clothes was different from other sect members. She looked pretty, but her eyebrows were slightly higher and her eyes were sinister. You could tell her character at a glance.
Li Li, looked at Ning Chen with disdain.
The man was dressed in a green shirt. He had a handsome face and a smile on his face. He looked polite. His eyes looked at Ning Chen very calmly, but Ning Chen could faintly feel the indifference behind his eyes.
"You are Ning Chen, you are so brave!" Zhong Ting yelled, "How dare you despise our Tianlan Sect! Hand over the alchemy master's inheritance, and then abandon your cultivation, and we will spare your life."
Ning Chen raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhong Ting, and then looked at Mo Bubu on the other side. He thought to himself that these two people were indeed disciples trained by the same master. Even their words were exactly the same.
"I'm really used to being a master." Ning Chen sneered, "Am I bold? You know the specific things better than me, and I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Want to inherit the alchemy master's inheritance? Yes, let's see if you can get it.
Got it!"
Baili Xiang was standing a few feet away. The aura of the Ning Yuan Stage made Ning Chen's body tense. This was the first time he faced an opponent from the Ning Yuan Stage. Although after fighting against Wang Chaoyang, Ning Chen
He is extremely confident in himself. Even if he doesn't use the talisman, he can still fight against the monks in the Ning Yuan period. If he uses the talisman, who will destroy whom?
However, at this moment, there were ten Qi-refining stage monks beside Ning Chen who were eyeing him, making him unable to let go. Ning Chen's eyes narrowed and he was ready to strike first, but before he could take action, Zhong Ting over there had already taken action.
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"You brave little thief, suffer death!" Zhong Ting shouted sharply and sacrificed the Diyuan Xuan Sword given to her by her father. The sword energy filled the air and formed a three-foot-long phantom of a mountain in mid-air.
In an instant, all the spiritual energy around him was gathered, locking Ning Chen firmly. After that, the phantom of the mountain paused for half a breath, and with the two-foot flying sword in the center of the phantom, it pressed towards Ning Chen's head.
Although this Zhong Ting is a woman, she is very suitable for the Panshan Sword Technique of Tianlan Sect. Once she strikes, she is earth-shattering, and the sword power is unparalleled. Moreover, once she strikes, she is most afraid of others helping her. She thinks it is against her.
humiliation.
Baili Township maintained its identity, and the other disciples also knew Zhong Ting's temperament, so when they saw Zhong Ting taking action, they did not step forward to help.
Ning Chen felt the power of the phantom of the mountain and sneered. He immediately offered a green rosy pearl and hung it three feet above his head. Waves of clouds spread out to protect his whole body. The Red Cloud Sword sprang out from the magic bag. Just a few feet away from his body, the sword
The surrounding light inspired billowing red clouds, and those red clouds were countless small red sword energies.
Those red clouds of sword energy met the phantom of the mountain from bottom to top, and only the sound of chichi was heard in the air. As the sword energy was consumed, the phantom of the mountain quickly became thinner, and it collapsed in a few breaths, revealing
The main body of Feijian has been removed, and although those red clouds are a little thinner, they still almost maintain their original size.
"What!" Everyone in the Tianlan Sect was shocked. They naturally knew Zhong Ting's abilities. Although her personality was a bit domineering, her cultivation was unfailing. Her father often gave her some tricks. In addition,
She is equipped with a top-notch yellow-level magical weapon, so although she is only at the eighth level of Qi refining, she has a profound foundation. The ordinary ninth-level Qi refining is no match for her. Unexpectedly, just now, she has made a move, and a mountain of yellow-level high-grade flying swords has been condensed.
The shadow was actually vulnerable under those red clouds.
"What!" Zhong Ting obviously didn't expect that her full blow would be easily neutralized by the other party. After the shadow of the mountain disappeared, the Diyuan Xuan Sword almost fell into those red clouds. If she hadn't reacted quickly and quickly retracted the flying sword, she would have
The other party cut off the connection between himself and Feijian.
"It's just relying on magic weapons to defeat each other, what's there to be proud of?" Seeing the smile on Ning Chen's lips, Zhong Ting snorted coldly. After seeing those red clouds disappearing the shadow of the mountain, they floated towards her again, she squeezed her handprints
, the Earthly Mysterious Sword shot out again.
This time is different from before. This time the sword light of the Diyuan Xuan Sword is only half a foot, but it is condensed and does not disperse. Although there is no phantom of the mountain, the sword light is thicker. Although the sword speed is not fast, it is as strong as the sword.
As soon as the red clouds suddenly intersected, a large area of red cloud sword energy was crushed, as if it was suppressed by a mountain instantly.
"Okay!" Ning Chen's eyes lit up. Just now, he thought that the phantom of the mountain used by Zhong Ting was the Panshan Sword Technique. Although it was powerful, it was far from the Cangyang Sword Qi of Wang Chaoyang back then.
I felt that the name was not worthy of the name, but now I realized that I had made a mistake. The sword light condensed and never dispersed, and the thick sword technique that swept back and forth like a hill was the real Panshan Sword Technique.