"Hahaha." Ma Yiren raised his head and laughed loudly, then his expression calmed down and he said to the tall man:
"I have long heard about the name of Chi Rifeng Yilang, the number one disciple of Tianqi Mountain Taoist Sect. It is said that you possess the ancient divine sword Red Flame Sword and have practiced the extremely powerful Burning Sun Sword Technique. Today, I will come down and give you a lesson.
Fan.”
Yi Lang hummed, his expression looked very arrogant, like a steep pine on a lonely mountain, and he said coldly:
"I don't dare. I also heard that Master Ma's wind, rain, thunder and lightning skills are extremely powerful. I also want to learn from him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly became solid. The surrounding area was silent, except for the two masters who looked at each other with their swords at war.
Suddenly, Yi Lang's fingers danced, and the red flame sword on his back flew out with a "swish". Yi Lang floated up, held the sword, and swung the sword across the sky according to his gestures.
A large wave of sword light erupted from the long sword and turned into a large flame, burning across the sky towards Mayi Ren.
Ma Yiren felt the heat wave rushing towards him, which was quite powerful. Looking at the posture, the opponent's spiritual power should have been cultivated to level eight or above.
But he was not guilty and scared, and instead looked calm and composed. He suddenly stood up, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and muttered something in his mouth, as if it was a spell. Then he turned his palms out, and there was a blue-gray ball in the air.
A hurricane suddenly formed.
The hurricane rotated on the ground, picking up dust and gravel on the ground, and collided with the large flames released by the opponent.
The flames ejected from the Red Flame Sword were pulled by the swirling force of the hurricane, and suddenly changed direction and burned towards the other side.
"What a wind spell!" Yi Lang couldn't help but praise. He knew that the opponent's wind, rain, thunder and lightning technique was very powerful. If he kept fighting with the opponent, even if his own red flame sword was powerful, he would not be able to pick it up.
Very cheap.
After Ma Yiren used the wind spell, he was also thinking: Yi Lang's Red Flame Sword is an ancient divine sword with extraordinary spiritual power. If the opponent uses all the Burning Sun Sword Techniques, he may not be able to take advantage of the opponent. He is
It is only right that those who come to rescue that child should focus on saving the child.
Thinking of this, Ma Yiren mobilized his eighth-level spiritual power and prepared to give the opponent a trump card.
As soon as his thoughts moved, Yi Lang had already changed his body shape in mid-air, and then the red flame sword was sacrificed in the sky. Then the sword dived, and the sword energy turned into countless meteorites and flames like falling meteors rushed over.
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This move is very powerful. If the red flame sword flies out directly, it should have the momentum to open up the world and burn thousands of hectares.
Ma Yiren didn't dare to take it hard and quickly turned over to get out of the way. He didn't dare to look down on him, so he danced with spiritual energy in his hands and made an upward throwing gesture.
Several dark clouds quickly appeared where the gesture was raised. The dark clouds began to shake, and a heavy downpour fell instantly. Most of the flames brought by the Red Flame Sword were extinguished as soon as they rushed over.
Ma Yiren did not stop, and continued to concentrate on casting spells. The spiritual energy in his hands kept fluctuating, and he shouted spells one after another. Several dark clouds dropped heavy rain, and at the same time, they shot out several bolts of lightning, hitting Yi Lang.
Yi Lang had already seen that the opponent's spiritual power was very deep, at least level eight. However, it was still very difficult to cast two spells in one breath.
He knew the power of the opponent's lightning and quickly floated several feet away behind him.
Seeing the other party retreating, Ma Yiren knew that his plan had succeeded. He couldn't help but snickered in his heart, and rushed to Jiang Yun in a single step.
While picking up Jiang Yun, he discovered that there was a cute and smart little girl beside Jiang Yun. That's all, good people will do their best. He held one in his left hand and another in his right, quickly turned around and ran away in the distance.
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Ma Yiren's movements were very strange and fast. By the time Yi Lang came to his senses, he had already crossed the stream and ran far away from the village.
Yi Lang yelled and cursed, knowing that this matter was already troublesome.
He had to do two things now. The first was to catch up with Ma Yiren and snatch the boy back. However, the other party's spiritual power was profound and his spells were quite good. He was almost as good as him. With his own strength, he could not do anything at all.
It's hard to get the boy back.
Therefore, the second step is to let Master know the current situation and send more experts from Tianqi Mountain to try to intercept Ma Yiren within the jurisdiction of Tianqi Mountain.
With his heart moving at will, Yi Lang took out a yellow talisman in the shape of a small sword from his arms, drew a few strokes on it with his fingers, and then chanted the spell to drive it, and the yellow sword talisman immediately turned into a fiery red one.
Cloud bird. Cloud bird flaps its wings and flies quickly towards Tianqi Mountain.
After Yi Lang did this, he cast a spell to raise the Red Flame Sword, flew up and stepped on it, and chased in the direction of Mayi Ren's escape with his sword.
Several mountain peaks were steamed by clouds, making them look as ethereal and magical as a fairy Taoist temple. On the middle peak, a fiery red cloud bird fluttered its wings and flew down, then flew into the gorgeous Taoist temple.
The flaming red cloud bird passed through the silent and simple hall, and finally flew in front of a fat and short sixty-year-old Taoist with a round face and small eyes, and then hung in the air.
There is no doubt that the old Taoist is the master of the long-faced man Yi Lang, and the headmaster of the Immortal Clan in Tianqi Mountain. His eyes were half closed, and his face was calm and expressionless.
Suddenly, his mouth opened and closed and spit out the word "break".
As the fiery red Yunniao said the word "break" in his mouth, his whole body suddenly changed. Countless red lights bloomed from Yunniao's body, just like the rays of the sunrise.
The cloud bird gradually lost its bird form, and was completely destroyed by red light. Then the red lights began to slowly separate, twisting and floating in the air, forming three golden characters: Shuyuan Valley.
At the same time, Lao Dao's half-closed eyes slowly opened. He saw the three golden characters floating in the air, and his brows slowly wrinkled. The cold light emitted from his small eyes was like the eternal snow and ice on the cold mountain.
"This matter was done so secretly. How did you find the clues in Shuyuan Valley?" The old Taoist was very puzzled, but now he could no longer care about the doubts in his heart, because he had more important things to do at the moment.
He slowly stood up with his fat body and continued to pace back and forth in the hall.
Ten years of hard work cannot be destroyed in one moment. This may be his only chance. If he seizes this opportunity, he may be able to penetrate the secrets of heaven and obtain the amazing magic that he has longed for and dreamed of.
The old Taoist's eyebrows were raised, but he didn't see what technique he used. The three large golden characters hanging in the air in front of him suddenly dissipated, like clouds blown away by the wind in the sky.
Three silver rays of light slowly bloomed, and the old Taoist's fingers were like swords, dancing back and forth in the air. Three rows of small characters appeared in the silver light. The small characters were neatly arranged, and the writing was as old-fashioned and vigorous as a pine tree.
Each row of small characters merged into the same words: mobilize thousands of disciples to intercept the Shuyuan Valley disciples.
The small characters were attached to the silver light. The silver light kept flipping and suddenly transformed into three small silver swords.
Carrying the cold light, the small sword flew straight out from the ancient hall and flew towards the three surrounding cone-shaped peaks that were upside down in the air: Thousand Crane Peak, Jiuyun Peak, and Colorful Peak.
After about a while, the three peaks started to become noisy with people, as if there was some imminent emergency, and many disciples seemed to have come out.
In the blink of an eye, three powerful sword lights of different colors flew out from the three peaks, and then countless smaller lights flew out following the strong light. The formation was like countless meteors flying down the sky.
, strange lights bloomed, lighting up half of the sky.
The three peaks of Qianhe Peak, Jiuyun Peak and Qicai Peak are the areas controlled by the other three disciples besides the veteran Taoist disciple Yi Lang.
It seems that after the three apprentices received the master's order from the old Taoist, they mobilized all the disciples from each peak and flew out to perform the mission.
It was already daytime when Jiang Yun woke up. He felt a "whirring" sound coming from his ears. A strange middle-aged man was holding him with his left hand and his sister with his right hand. There was a ball of black gas under his feet.
It's like a dark cloud, floating fast in mid-air.
The younger sister didn't know when she woke up. She kept crying and called the middle-aged man a "bad guy" while crying. However, the middle-aged man let her cry and ignored her, concentrating on using spells.
Drive the flying gas under your feet.
"Ouch!" The middle-aged man suddenly screamed. With the pain, his mind was confused. The gas under his feet began to stagnate, and the gas dissipated little by little. The middle-aged man jumped around on it, and finally stepped on the ground.
, or rolled down from the gas.
It turned out that after Jiang Yun woke up, he bit the middle-aged man's arm unceremoniously. The middle-aged man was not prepared for the sudden pain in his arm, which instantly released the strong spiritual power condensed in his chest.
If it falls, the dark clouds summoned by magic will naturally dissipate.
"Ah!" The middle-aged man fell to the ground so hard that his butt almost broke in half. However, Jiang Yun and Jiang Xiaoyan kept lying on him, basically not touching the ground.
The middle-aged man felt very unhappy and cursed and pushed the Jiang Yun brothers away.
"Little bastard, why are you biting me?"
Jiang Yun ignored his question at all, all his thoughts were on his sister.
"Sister, did you fall?"
When Jiang Xiaoyan saw her brother, she burst into tears again. She hugged her brother's neck and cried more and more sadly.
"Brother, the house at home is on fire. My father was burned to death, and my mother can't survive either. Wuwu..."
When Jiang Yun heard his sister's cries, he remembered that his parents died tragically in the sea of fire, and that he had not even done the final burial for them. Jiang Yun felt as if he was being held tightly by others.
"Sister...brother promises to take good care of you in the future and never let you get hurt in the slightest!" Jiang Yun said with sobs.
"Hey, I'm talking about you two little brats, have you cried enough?" The middle-aged man felt very annoyed. He hated to see others miserable and crying.
Jiang Yun stood up and turned around, taking a closer look at the appearance of the middle-aged man in front of him. He had an unfamiliar face that he had never seen before.
Jiang Yun remembered that when he fainted, it was clearly a long-faced man in a green shirt who wanted to arrest him, but now how come he and his sister fell into the hands of the middle-aged man in front of him.
"Who are you?" Jiang Yun relied on his own intuition and felt that the man in front of him was definitely not a good person, so he didn't have a good tone.
The middle-aged man glanced sideways at Jiang Yun, then clasped his hands in front of his chest, held his head high, and seemed very proud.
"Little brat, I am the master of Hall Ma Yiren who is known to everyone in the mainland of China. He is ranked third in Shuyuan Valley with profound magic skills and is good at wind, rain, thunder and lightning!"
He talked a lot, which made Jiang Yun's head spin. In the end, Jiang Yun only remembered clearly that his name was Mayi Ren.
"I don't know!" Jiang Yun shook his head.
Those three words were like a basin of cold water poured directly on Ma Yiren's head. Ma Yiren suddenly deflated like a deflated rubber ball.
"It's normal that you don't know me, but I know you. I often see you being bullied by a fat guy named Zhang Dalong by the creek." Ma Yiren had a joking expression on his face.
"You, how do you know?" Jiang Yun took a step back with a suspicious look on his face.
Seeing the change of expression on Jiang Yun's face, Mayi Ren felt a little proud as if he was frightened by him.
"Little brat, I am the old man who went fishing across the creek in your village half a year ago. You never expected that, did you?"
"Brother, this uncle is lying. He looks nothing like an old man who fishes." Jiang Xiaoyan grabbed Jiang Yun's clothes and said. Jiang Yun also shook his head, obviously not believing it.
"You two little brats, don't you believe it? I told you that if I could change my appearance, would you believe it?" Seeing the confused expressions on Jiang Yun's brother and sister's faces, Ma Yiren was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
Suddenly he waved his hand, with a discouraged look on his face, and his tone suddenly softened.
"Hey, forget it if you don't believe me. I won't be angry with you two little brats. To be honest, the reason why I came to your village pretending to fish half a year ago was actually to save you.
Boy."
Ma Yiren stared at Jiang Yun and said seriously.
"Why should I need you to save me? My sister, my parents, and I were living a good life in Triangle Mountain Village. It was you. But after you came, something happened to our village."
Thinking of this, Jiang Yun burst into tears again. Suddenly his eyebrows raised, and two rays of hatred shot out from his eyes.
"Did you start the fire in the village?"
Ma Yiren was startled. He quickly waved his palms, straightened his face, and defended:
"You little brat, please don't wrongly accuse a good person. This hall master is not the kind of person who sets fire behind his back. Our Shuyuan Valley has always been upright and upright. This kind of sneaking around, killing people and stealing goods can only be done by those hypocritical people in Tianqi Mountain.
Only a very experienced person can do it."
As he spoke, Ma Yiren pointed to the mountains surrounded by clouds and mist in the east, which was exactly in the direction of Tianqi Mountain.
"Tianqi Mountain? Niubi Taoist?"
Jiang Yun seemed to have never heard of these names, but he did remember that the middle-aged and older man who came to arrest him had a bun on his head and a green sermon shirt. He was indeed dressed like a Taoist priest. It seemed that Ma Yiren was right.
Credibility.
"What does Tianqi Mountain do? Why did they set fire to our whole village?" The doubts in Jiang Yun's heart were not solved but became more serious.
Mayiren looked up to the east, where he saw clouds and mist shrouded in mist and mountains embracing each other, and he said slowly:
"Tianqi Mountain claims to be the only Taoist immortal sect in the world. They rule the Eastern Continent and have a very wide sphere of influence. The leader of Tianqi Mountain is an experienced Taoist who has reached the tenth level in spiritual arts. He has created many inscrutable swordsmanship.
.I have four major disciples under my knees, all of whom have reached the eighth level of spiritual skills and are extremely powerful. There are even thousands of other disciples."
[Author's digression]: I have just signed a contract, and with the encouragement of book friends, please collect more!