Taoist students

Chapter 124
At this time, the black-clothed figure is at a critical moment of advancement.

His eyes were closed, his expression was unusually solemn, and his breathing showed a regular state of three inhales and one exhale.

From the blood-colored air around, strong spiritual power was drawn out, turning into a milky white spiritual mist, which penetrated into his body.

And the momentum on his body was surging, rising steadily, and an invisible spiritual pressure swayed towards the surroundings.

Just when his spiritual pressure was getting stronger and stronger, and he was infinitely approaching the bottleneck of the foundation building period.

Beside him, purple light flashed suddenly, and a figure in a cloak suddenly appeared, this person was the boy in soap robe.

As soon as the soap-robed boy Fang appeared, holding an exquisite dagger, he slashed at it.

In an instant, a sharp white blade made a sound of "呲啦", cut through the air instantly, and slashed towards his neck.

Just at this moment, the black-clothed figure suddenly opened his eyes, seeing the sharp blade that was close at hand, his pupils shrank, and his face turned pale with shock.

At the very moment, he opened his mouth and spat out a pitch-black round bead, which swelled in the wind and turned into the size of a human head.

"Chong!"

The sharp edge chopped on the bead without fancy, making a crisp sound of metal clashing.

I saw that the jet-black bead's aura dimmed, and it flew back upside down after being chopped off, with an invisible crack cracked on it.

The black-clothed figure looked terrified in his eyes, and spit out a mouthful of hot blood when he opened his mouth.

"magic weapon!"

At the same time, there was an exclamation.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the bead.

You must know that this bead is his natal magic weapon, and it is extremely powerful.He is also extremely confident in this treasure, because even a high-level magic weapon can't hurt it in the slightest.

But now it was almost destroyed with just one blow, so he was sure that the dagger in the hands of the visitor must be a genuine magic weapon.

There was no time to think too much, and under this delay, the spiritual power that turned into a tornado around him was instantly disordered, and it was about to disperse in all directions.

If this is the case, the foundation establishment will definitely fail this time, and it will suffer a great backlash.

Now he only needs to hold on for a few breaths, and he can widen his spiritual sea, so as to break through in one fell swoop. At critical moments, there is absolutely no room for error.

So he stretched out his hand to grab at his waist, he held a black thing that looked like a short stick in his hand, and slapped the soap-robed boy in the face.

Zaopao boy missed a single blow, and immediately retreated, not confronting him head-on at all.

Seeing this, the figure in black was overjoyed, and he pinched his fingers quickly, and the spiritual energy gathered around him made whistling noises, and gathered towards him again like a divine enlightenment.

"A little bit more..."

As long as he breaks through, he has absolute confidence. Even if the opponent has a magic weapon, as long as his cultivation has not reached the foundation stage, he will not be afraid at all.

Just when his aura had reached its peak and was about to break through that critical point.

Looking under him, suddenly there was a shadow like raindrops.

Looking up, it turned out to be a pair of turquoise wooden swords.

The wooden swords are densely packed, galloping from top to bottom, the momentum is amazing.

Feeling the terrifying aura on the wooden sword, the expression of the black-clothed figure changed again.

At this moment, he bit his vermilion lip, clenched his fist with five fingers, and opened it again.

If the black short stick beside him disappeared, it was already on top of his head when it appeared, and it was stretched out instantly.

Upon closer inspection, the short stick turned out to be an oil-paper umbrella.

The oil-paper umbrella rotates automatically in the absence of wind.

"Clap clap clap..."

Suddenly, the sound of rain hitting the fence sounded.

Under the dense sword rain, the oil-paper umbrella only resisted for a moment, and then began to tremble violently.

Under the umbrella, the black-clothed figure has reached the final critical moment. The film that prevents him from breaking through may be broken away by him in the next moment, and he will enter the ranks of the foundation-building period.

He could feel the huge pressure on his head and the overwhelmed sound of the oiled paper umbrella. He had no doubt that if he remained indifferent, the oiled paper umbrella would be broken in an instant.

I saw him with a grim expression, as if he was making some kind of difficult decision.

But as soon as he thought about it, he understood the stakes and the next thing he did, he let out an extremely unwilling growl.

I saw him grabbing the handle of the umbrella, and at the same time mana tide poured into it.

"Buzz!"

The oil-paper umbrella shone brightly, and the remaining rain of swords pierced it, turning into streaks of spiritual light and dissipating without a trace. After a few breaths, it finally resisted all the thousands of wooden swords.

But at this moment, the tornado formed by the spiritual power around him collapsed with a "Hula!"

A terrifying storm of spiritual power centered on it, swept away towards the surroundings.

"Boom!" a voice.

A large expanse of sand and rocks was thrown up, with a radius of hundreds of feet, all covered in a piece of red wind and sand, completely blocking the line of sight.

At this time, two furtive figures in cloaks rushed out from the dust, stood on both sides, and looked into the dust with vigilance.It was Dongfang Mo and Zaipao boy.

Not long after, when the sand and dust dissipated, I saw a embarrassed figure, still sitting cross-legged on the spot.

His clothes were ragged, his breath was weak, and there was a streak of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Who are you, dare to ruin the good things of the slave family!"

The black-clothed figure said with a gloomy look and winking eyes.Although the words were cold, there was a hint of pity and weakness in them.

You must know that this attack on the foundation-building period is a matter of course. As the most talented young generation of Brahmins, he doesn't need any pills or help, he can easily break through by guiding the aura of heaven and earth.

But at the critical moment, being interrupted by these two people, he suffered a great backlash. If he wanted to break through in the future, it would definitely be several times more difficult, and maybe he would have to rely on external forces at that time.

In that case, not only will it have serious consequences for one's own foundation, but it will also greatly affect future practice.

This enmity is comparable to life and death, irreconcilable.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo and Dongfang Mo stood in the distance and did not speak, they just looked at each other.

Even the Zaopao boy was extremely uncomfortable by the other party's "delicate" voice.

"The slave family knows that the two are not of the blood race. If the slave family's prediction is correct, they should be human monks who escaped from the blessed land of the cave."

Seeing that the two were silent, the figure in black continued to speak.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's body trembled slightly, for some reason this person could see his identity.

And his small movements fell into the eyes of the black-clothed figure, and he saw a flash of light, so dark that his guess was really good, so he said:
"They were born from the same root, so why rush each other. Since they are both human races, why did the two of you attack the slave family? The slave family is Yin Shang, a Brahmin, and Yin Li, the teacher of his family. I don't know how to call the two young masters."

"Yin Shang, even the name is neither yin nor yang, it really matches."

Dongfang Mo sneered, in his opinion, this person talking so much is nothing more than delaying time so that he can take the opportunity to heal his wounds.

"What did you say, dare to say that about my family, then don't blame my family for being angry."

Seeing the black-clothed figure named Yin Shang, he glanced at Dongfang Mo with shame and indignation in his eyes, and suddenly rushed towards him.

The corners of Dongfang Mo's mouth twitched, he was trying to provoke with words, but he didn't expect it to be so easy to be fooled.

Although this person's spiritual pressure is extremely strong, he may have reached the peak of the ninth order.But at this time, the breath was vain, and it was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries.

So he stomped his feet.

"Puff puff……"

Before Yin Shang had time to get close, several waist-thick vines emerged in front of him.The vines were full of thorns and thorns, and turned into a wandering dragon, entangled towards it with its teeth and claws.

"Humph!"

Yin Shang let out a cold snort, put the oil-paper fan forward in his hand, and twisted his wrist at the same time, and saw the oil-paper umbrella spin again, turning into a blurry phantom.

The umbrella surface was originally oily, but when it touched the hideous wooden thorns, it was extremely sharp, crushing all the vines and turning them into sawdust all over the sky, like rain.

Yin Shang's figure was blocked, and he jumped in the air at this time, holding an oiled paper umbrella and floating down.

When her feet landed, the handle of the umbrella leaned against her shoulders, her body turned around in a circle, her skirt fluttered, and she looked elegant and extraordinary.

If it was a woman, this appearance would be very eye-catching, but if it was a man, it would make people feel uncomfortable.

Yin Shang bit her red lips lightly, glanced at Dongfang Mo reproachfully, and said:
"Little slick, be careful!"

Immediately, his figure flickered and disappeared instantly.

At the same time, Dongfang Mo yelled inwardly.

Beside him, a faint fluctuation of mana came.

Turning around and looking, Yin Shang's figure appeared in an instant, with the oil-paper fan in his hand stretched out, facing him head-on.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and a human face unexpectedly appeared on the umbrella, and the human face smiled "charmingly" at him, and upon closer inspection, it was exactly Yin Shang's appearance.

In an instant, Dongfang Mo's eyes were blurred, as if the smile had some kind of magic quality, which made his mind temporarily bewildered.

"Jingle Bell!"

At the critical moment, a brass bell around his waist made a crisp and pleasant ringing.

Dongfang Mo woke up suddenly, but was shocked to find that Yin Shang had appeared in front of him, stroking his face with slender and white fingers.

The moment he saw the five fingers, Dongfang Mo felt a sharp crisis.So he patted his waist, and a palm-sized tortoise shell instantly turned into a person's height and stood in front of him.

"Crench!"

Five seemingly soft fingers, like eagle claws, grasped the tortoise shell.

There was a sound of steel nails scratching through the iron sheet, which made people pimple.

The rune on the tortoise shell was shining, and it was easily blocked.

One blow failed, Yin Shang's figure retreated sharply, and landed lightly in the distance.

Looking down at this moment, he saw that the nails were slightly worn, and when he looked at the tortoise shell in front of Dongfang Mo, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it, you're hurting my servant!"

I saw him pouted, and a trace of blame flashed in his eyes.

Dongfang Mo looked into the distance, and found that the soap-robed boy looked like he had nothing to do with him. His expression couldn't help but twitch, and he knew that this kid must have an attitude of watching the show, so as to relieve himself of the previous revenge of turning back on promises.

So he stopped hiding his clumsiness, took off the gourd around his waist, and then flicked his wrist.

With the sound of "buzzing", a gust of black wind gushed towards Yin Shang.

I just want to make a quick decision. The violent fluctuation just now might have attracted the attention of the blood race.

But he didn't expect that when Yin Shang saw the black wind, there was a flash of shock in his eyes, and then a look of ecstasy.

"I've been looking for it for so long, but I didn't expect it to be in your hands!"

"It seems that you killed that useless junior brother of the slave family, but it doesn't matter, let the past go."

"Little slippery head, let my sister tell you today, this bone-eating silkworm is not what you use, cluck cluck..."

After finishing speaking, Yin Shang reached out and took out a finger-sized wooden whistle with an odd shape from his chest, and put it to his lips and blew gently.

"Chirp..."

A gentle whistle sounded.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, the black wind suddenly paused, making the loudest buzzing sound ever recorded.

Dongfang Mo's scalp was numb, and heifeng, under his horrified eyes, instantly rushed towards him.

　One chapter tonight.

　　
　
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