The only way

Chapter 636

Compared with Shen Buer and Mingkun real person coming and going, Yanbei and Hongying real person are opening and closing.

The fight between Mingyue and Qin Shuixian was particularly dull.

Two stunningly beautiful women stood at one place each, one with purple eyes and the other with a strange fragrance.

The silent battle looks peaceful, but monks who have a little knowledge of illusion know that this kind of battle with spiritual consciousness is the most dangerous.

There are many ways for monks who are physically injured to recover, but it is very difficult to recover from spiritual injuries.

A golden core monk has two fatal injuries, one is the golden core of the dantian, and the other is the consciousness of the sea.

If the golden elixir is damaged, it may be possible to save his life, but if his consciousness is broken, he will go straight to the annihilation of his soul, and there is no hope of the so-called reincarnation.

Therefore, everyone present carefully avoided Mingyue and Qin Shuixian's surroundings, lest the aftermath of the fight hurt them.

Everyone is vying for the position of true disciple, but in the end, everyone is from the same sect, and besides the map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, there are countless fellow sects and elders of the master's sect watching, no one will really make a move to death.

In a short time, among the four lotus platforms, only the lotus platform of Fang Yi was left peacefully.

Under the lotus platform, there are still four people who have not moved.

The only late Golden Core monk, Bai Cong Zhenren turned his head to look at Lingchu and Feng Qianshan, both of whom were only in the middle stage of Golden Core, and turned his head to look at Reverend Rong Xian, who was comparable to his own cultivation.

What came into my eyes was a face that was calm and breezy, looking at the sea of ​​clouds with fascination.

Master Bai Cong secretly sighed, the four people on the lotus platform, Qin Shuixian, Shen Buer, Yan Bei, Fang Yi, in fact, none of Master Bai Cong is sure of victory.

He even knows that he loses more than he wins, but now that he has come to this step, now that he has set foot on the top of Yangshan Mountain, he is only one step away from the lotus platform.

He has already walked 99 steps in a hundred steps, how could he retreat at this last step!
A stern look flashed on Bai Cong's gentle face, and his thick black eyebrows were raised. For a moment, his whole body was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, exuding a powerful aura.

The invisible wind condenses under the feet of Bai Cong Zhenren. On the top of Yangshan Mountain, the breeze stagnates, and the whimpering gust suddenly rises. Folding the body shape, the petals are tightly attached to the water surface, as if the soft branches are about to break in the next second.

The sea of ​​clouds outside Yangshan began to flow, and the grass around the lotus pond was clinging to the ground.

Lingchu could feel his robe fluttering in the wind, slapping his calves continuously, and his ink-like black hair also flaring up behind his head.

But her seemingly slender figure stood still in the strong wind, like a rooted sapling, unafraid of wind and rain.

Reverend Rong Xian, who had been looking at the sea of ​​clouds, looked at the rolling sea of ​​clouds, frowned and closed his eyes, and then seemed to feel that such a sea of ​​clouds also had a different kind of beauty, so he slowly relaxed his eyebrows and continued to look at the sea of ​​clouds.

Feng Qianshan at the side, with spiritual power surging all over his body, formed an invisible barrier around him, blocking all the violent wind from outside.

Then there was a faint solemn look in his eyes, and he looked at Bai Cong Zhenren.

This gust of wind was obviously driven by Reverend Bai Cong, just seeing that the gust of wind avoided Mingyue and Qin Shuixian, avoided several other lotus platforms, and only blowing towards Reverend Fang Yi is enough to show.

On the lotus platform, Master Fang Yi hunched over his body, swaying in the gust of wind, like a rootless duckweed, wandering and helpless, Master Fang Yi's swaying figure almost fell off several times On the lotus platform, it looks miserable and difficult.

The main target of Bai Cong's gust of wind is Fang Yi, and the impact on Lingchu and others is only incidental.

But seeing Master Fang Yi swaying left and right, seeming to be struggling in the wind, Master Bai Cong did not show the slightest joy on his face. He could see very clearly that although Master Fang Yi had been swaying, his footsteps , on the small place of the lotus platform, but it has never moved half a step!

Bai Cong's eyes were cold, and he flew up, his fingers brushed his waist, and a white glow appeared on Bai Cong's hands.

When Master Bai Cong flew around Master Fang Yi, raised the magic weapon in his hand, and the white light flashed, and everyone saw clearly what was in that white light.

It was a snow-white lupine!

It seems to be made of some monster's feathers, each of which is white and flawless, as soft as the feathers of the clouds in the sky, slender and graceful, and the rhizomes in the middle of the feathers glow with a golden streamer like water, which is extremely extraordinary to look at. The handle is clear and clear, as transparent and clear as the blue sky, and there are two thin, small golden feathers hanging under the fan handle.

As soon as this fan appeared, the wanton wind on the top of the mountain was suddenly suffocated, and everything seemed to calm down in an instant.

However, Fang Yi, who was facing the fan directly, had a rare expression of solemnity on his face. He could easily feel it at such a close distance. At this time, the extremely beautiful and delicate snow-white feather fan On top of it, a terrifying force is gathering.

Naturally, he couldn't wait for the attack to come quietly. Fang Yi's old face sank, and a pair of extremely white, tender and slender hands that did not match his face suddenly reached into the wide sleeves.

The next moment, I saw those white and tender hands take out two round stone spheres from the sleeve robe.

Master Fang Yi raised his eyes slightly and looked at Master Bai Cong. His hands were like butterflies wearing flowers, and he tapped the two balls with his ten fingers extremely nimbly. Everyone could only see afterimages.

Maybe dozens of times, maybe hundreds of times, but only less than a breath of time has passed.

In Fang Yi's hands, those two balls have changed greatly.

Every time Master Fang Yi tapped his finger, the ball changed its shape. In just one breath, the two balls had turned into two big birds that were completely condensed from cold stones.

It is hard to imagine that the seemingly heavy and thick stones can actually be made into stone birds flying in the sky, and between the wings of these two stone birds, they still look very light, just like two real birds.

The most conspicuous thing about these two stone birds is their eyes that seem to be made of rubies. While looking at the real Bai Cong coldly, there seems to be a hint of spirituality.

"Go."

Fang Yi said in a low voice.

The two stone birds neighed to the sky, and there was actually a crisp bird song.

Afterwards, the two stone birds were very nimble and light, and flew towards the real Bai Cong, one from the left and the other from the right. When the huge stone wings flapped, they also wrapped up hurricanes, as if they were flying against the snow-white feather fan of the real Bai Cong. Compete.

Looking at the two agile stone birds, Lingchu remembered what Senior Brother Yan Bei had told her, that Fang Yi, the real person, is best at tricks and tricks, with endless tricks.

This is indeed quite strange.

　Ah, because of the epidemic, Buyan has been forced to tutor relatives and children for half a month, and has been online for a long time with breakdowns and irritability!I don't even think about chapter names!
　　
　
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