Qingxuan Luojia's judgment was very accurate. After a few moments, the roly-poly's energy reserve was not enough to support his unscrupulous use of magnetic rays. The attack frenzy came to an end, and the situation of defense instead of attack returned to the beginning.
Qingxuan sighed, "The power of the magnetic energy rays is so strong and concentrated that even you and I cannot easily seize its edge and have to fight it with all our strength.
But if you look at the immortal transformation, it looks embarrassed, but it is actually relaxed! I guess it is the result of the transformation of the body by the immortal power! It also has the ability to suppress energy damage forms!
Such a body is immune to all forms of energy based on Yuan Li, so I don’t know which way can really cause harm to him?"
Luojia shook his head, "Yuanli and Xianli are fundamentally different. In any external way, it is difficult to fight fairly!
If I had to choose, maybe a physical attack like a flying sword, or simply physical training would be better?
It is also a matter of fifty steps and a hundred steps, there will be no fundamental difference!
Senior brother, it’s time to call this old man back! This old man may not be good at fighting, but his temper is actually stubborn. I’m afraid he will barely support me. Although his life is worry-free, it’s not good to damage his foundation!”
Qingxuan nodded, "That's exactly what I meant!"
So his spiritual consciousness called him, but the roly-poly turned a deaf ear. It wasn't until Qingxuan spoke harshly and threatened Shang Qinglai that he reluctantly stepped back with a livid look on his face. Although the old guy was old, he had quite a bad temper.
Qingxuan and Luojia exchanged glances, and he stepped forward to advise the roly-poly, but Luojia came to his junior brother's side and shortened his consciousness.
"Oshi, luckily you have lived up to your command, it's your turn!"
He was twisting his neck because he was not used to it. "I said your junior brother is also a cruel person. How can he twist his neck like this for thousands of years? I have been pretending to do this for months and feel a little unbearable. My neck doesn't matter, but it's always like this. With your head held high, you can only look sideways and glance at people. What a really special talent. He is best suited to look after people's homes and nursing homes, where they are guaranteed to have fights every day!"
Luo Jia laughed and said, "I'm sorry for you! I didn't want to find such a flawed identity, but time is tight, and it's hard to think about it all at once... But I see that Yasi's ability to transform is truly flawless. , not only are they similar in appearance, but also similar in spirit, especially this pure aura of superior purity, it is really fake and real, it is hard to say, maybe it is the ability of the above?"
The stiff neck chuckled, "I'm a rough guy, how can I have that kind of ability? I just borrowed foreign objects and brought some things down from above. I can't go in vain, can I?"
Luojia sighed in his heart, Asi is a real god! Not only did he return safely from the fairy world, but he also got some things? This ability is hard for ordinary people to compare with, you can't help but admire him!
He did know the news about the internal strife in the Sanqing Dynasty too late. He has been studying in his own Taoist monument for the past hundred years. He ignored the affairs outside the monument and closed the monument to reflect on himself. Only after the monument was opened did he realize that the dispute between the Three Qing Dynasties had started. He was a die-hard family splitter and a staunch defender of the Qing Dynasty. Of course, he couldn't just ignore it, so he hurried to the fight!
On the way, he was caught by someone. He was really caught, and he had no ability to resist at all. When he saw clearly who it was, he couldn't help but be overjoyed! He secretly sighed that with this person here, Shangqing's affairs would be worry-free.
The two of them must find a good way to prevent Taiqing and Yuqing from talking about this conflict. The most difficult thing is not how to fight, but how to have a reasonable excuse to participate.
That's why my junior brother said that he was stiff!
It is true that people who suffer from stiff necks do have such character traits. There are also situations where fairy seeding fails. The only difference is that real people die because of failure to seed seeding. This is actually what fairy seeding fails to do.
This is a normal situation of failure. Most people can't survive it, but only a few can survive it!
There is no problem with the identity. The only problem is how a sword cultivator can seamlessly pretend to be a Shangqing Dharma cultivator. That is not just a matter of appearance and characteristics. The key is the trace of Shangqing aura, which cannot be faked! Especially
In front of hundreds of Sanqing half-immortals, there are more onlookers outside, countless critical eyes, and there is no room for any mistakes!
But what seems completely impossible to him, seems to Lou Xiaoyi to be ordinary! He has a complete set of clothes from Shangqing Zhenjun Xiyao Xianjun, from clothes to treasures, they are all pure Shangqing
The breath is purer than that of the monks in the lower realm!
Appearance, shaping is; Xianli, purple entropy substitution, who can still tell the difference?
Perfect! Even Luojia, who has been with his junior brother for thousands of years, would have thought it was his junior brother's rebirth if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, and he would no longer have to worry about his identity being doubted.
It is not a glorious thing to die miserably with a stiff neck. Naturally, it was kept secret, which made their operation easier.
All you need to do is bring the custodian to the scene of the fight and release him, and the situation is decided!
But Luojia still mustered up the courage to remind him, "Asi! This is an internal dispute within the Sanqing Dynasty! It's best not to fight! We will still have the fate to meet in the future. If we become mortal enemies, it will go against the original intention and the gain will outweigh the loss."
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Lou Xiaoyi rolled his eyes, "There is no good words for scolding, and no good hands for fighting. Your request is a bit excessive! Go out and ask around, has anyone in our company ever recovered from a fight?"
Seeing Luojia's embarrassment, he took a breath and said, "I will definitely not agree to your promise. I can only say that if they know how to advance and retreat and will not kill them, then I will naturally reciprocate and be merciful! If they have bad intentions,
I will definitely pay you back twice as much. Are you satisfied with what I say?"
Luojia let out a long breath, "Of course, Pindao is relieved; in the past ten years, there has not been a single death, and even serious injuries are rare. According to our Taoist tradition, there is no harm in such a fight, and there is still a sense of propriety.
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Lou Xiaoyi said, "They have no intention of harm, they just feel that everything is under control. If the situation really gets out of their control, will you look at them again?"
He flicked his robe sleeves and tilted his head, just like a soldier in a military parade of a great country in a certain time and space, floating out; like this, he couldn't look at people well, and everyone looked condescending. Who was treated like this?
Everyone would be angry to see him, and it was as if everyone owed him money.
But this is indeed him, a semi-immortal who is somewhat famous in the small world of cultivation, but his fame does not come from his strength, but from his weird personality.
Ever since the monks entered the Nascent Soul realm, their state of mind has settled down and they have rarely been so arrogant without reason. However, this man has persisted in his temper for thousands of years and has not been killed by anyone. He has his own abilities.
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As soon as he came on the stage, someone among the Taoists around him immediately mentioned his name. No one knew why this man only took two steps. It seemed that one step was less than a thousand years?
But in the chaotic world of cultivation before the era, what is impossible?
