Ordinary Cultivation of Immortals in Shushan

Chapter 29 The Enemy Meets
Enemies meet, especially jealous!
Mrs. Mao and Meng Qiu had a grudge against their disciples, and Meng Qiu remembered that in just a day or two, he was almost killed three times by the three masters and apprentices.

Luo Jiu had no enmity with him, so it's not easy to hurt others easily. When Mao Tai started to kill, Meng Qiu didn't feel burdened, so he immediately drew the flying sword and roared away.

"Good time!" Mao Tai slapped the treasure bag, and flew out the Chiyin sword bestowed by the master. It was also yellow, but compared with the sword light, it was thicker.

As soon as the flying sword touched in the air, both of them heaved a sigh of relief.

Meng Qiu found out that Mao Tiao was still in the Qi training period, no matter mana or realm, he was inferior to himself, he was surprised, but also relieved.

Practitioners, no matter Taoism, Buddha, demon or non-discipline, must have meditation skills.From qi training to the foundation building stage, even those with outstanding talents have to spend a long time in meditation to cultivate their minds.

A person like Mrs. Mao who rolls around in the world of mortals all day long and is greedy for enjoyment, how can he calm down to practice.

There was Emei Luojiu in the front, and Wutai Maotai in the back. Although he knew that the sect was a big one, there would inevitably be good and bad disciples, but such incompetent people can also enter the door, which made Meng Qiu feel a little less awe of the sect.

On the other side, Mrs. Mao was even more delighted. Although the opponent's magic power was pure and strong, the quality of the flying sword was much worse than the Chiyin sword in her hand.

Fighting skills above Sanxian depends on personal mana and the use of spells; below Sanxian, as long as the foundation is not bad, the quality of the magic weapon becomes particularly important.

Besides, when he went out this time, the master gave him a powerful gadget.

Thinking of this, Mao Tai couldn't help but work harder, the Chiyin sword shuttled back and forth, like a rainstorm, bombarding wildly, just the same as his chaotic cloak and staff method.

It was also thanks to Meng Qiu's outstanding qualifications, and the flying sword was practiced by himself, which was extremely suitable. Relying on his strong mana, he blocked from left to right, preventing a leak.

Fighting skills between monks is similar to duels in martial arts. Spiritual knowledge is like eyesight, magic power is internal strength, and magic weapon is arms and thighs.

The difference is that those who are wise in Taoism have produced changes in the magic weapon, making it self-tracking.Fighting with people, you can take a person's head with a sword from a distance and return; fighting with magic weapons, you can lock them and entangle them endlessly.

Unlike the former Fanluo Jiuquan who relied on magic weapons, Mrs. Mao obviously has real kung fu. Even though he has no power to fight back against the drunk Taoist, his sword skills and mana are among the best among his peers.

Meng Qiuchang's realm is higher, and the two are evenly matched. Under the confrontation, neither of them cares about restraining their mana.

Immediately, the sword energy flew across, and only the 01:30 point was exposed. The ground seemed to have been plowed countless times, and there were gullies, the deepest of which could be Zhang Xu.

Even the suspension bridge was cut off, the gate of the village and the watchtower were already dilapidated, and bricks and stones were splashed everywhere.

Chen Wei came to watch the crowds, and they all got too close like last time. In the first wave of attacks, many people were attacked. At least their arms and legs were broken, and at worst, their whole people were blasted into a piece of rotten meat, and there were no bones left.

The rest of the people were so frightened that they pissed their buttocks, and they crawled and hid in the village. They were more than two miles away, watching from a distance, trembling.

Such power is just the aftermath. Luo Jiu stood the nearest, even though she had magic power to protect her body, her heart was trembling, only then did she realize that Meng Qiu's subordinates had shown mercy a few days ago.

After finally calming down, Chen Changtai bravely touched him and said, "Xiang Luo, I don't think that Meng is a weak hand, Brother Mao will be hard to beat in a while.

It's getting late now, why don't you help me out, and kill this person quickly, so we can clean up the mess, and then go back to drink and eat meat. "

Luo Jiu's family knew about his family affairs, and his swordsmanship was low, so if he intervened, at most he could help Mrs. Mao suppress Meng Qiu, and he would never kill him.

Once such a ruthless person is forced to escape, he will definitely hate himself later, and he can't stand it if he doesn't give Emei face and retaliates.

This Chen Wei is just a place for him to have fun, it is not necessary, why bother to risk his life?
Luo Jiu thought it through, and evaded: "Brother Chen doesn't know something. Last time in the sword fight, the man surnamed Meng shot down my flying sword, which hurt my spirituality. Now it's not easy to control. If I force my hand, not only will I not be able to hurt my opponent, but it will also interfere with Brother Mao's fighting skills."

Chen Changtai didn't have mana, so of course he couldn't see the specific appearance of the two groups of sword lights, but he still felt unwilling and said, "What if Brother Deng and you attack together?"

Followed by a yellow-haired, red-eyed old man in his 50s, eager to try, looked at Luo Jiu.

"He can't do it!" Luo Jiu stretched out his hand and pointed at the field, and said, "Did you see the magic light on Meng's body?
Although Master Nephew Deng has cultivated mana, he doesn't have the magic weapon, the flying sword, and if he uses a fire stick to steer him over, he can't even hurt the opponent's hair. "

Body protection method light is the monk's first defense technique. Even magic weapons and flying swords can't hurt them, let alone ordinary weapons, no matter how sharp or powerful they are, they can't get close to them.This is one of the reasons why monks are far better than people in the martial arts.

Chen Changtai heard the words, but he couldn't think of any good way, and he couldn't understand it, so he had to give up, stepped aside, and watched the battle from a distance.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them fought for more than half an hour, and Meng Qiu was hearty.

The last time Luo Jiutai was a good-for-nothing, he couldn't stand it after a few face-to-face encounters, which disappointed him greatly.

Now Mrs. Mao is a first-class expert in martial arts, so his swordsmanship is good, which is just for training.

In the beginning, Meng Qiu was inexperienced, and Yu Jian was still a little cautious. He relied on his magic power to fight Mao Tai. Later, his sword skills became more and more smooth, and gradually changed from pure defense to occasional attacks.

Mao Tiao was complaining in the beginning, his mana was far less powerful than the enemy's, it was already a bit unsustainable until now, and when he realized that the opponent was still making progress in the battle, he became even more angry and angry.

Although he is greedy for pleasure, he has worked hard on the capital of making a living.When I was young, I practiced martial arts, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer; when I was apprenticed to a master, I also practiced Feijian diligently all the way. This achievement is only possible after ten years of persistence.

Unexpectedly, the boy in front of me was a scholar who could be easily killed by himself five years ago, but now not only his skill is stronger than his own, but even his swordsmanship seems to catch up with him.

Mrs. Mao is a bit ugly, and her aptitude is not top-notch. In her life, she hates the kind of good-looking, extremely talented young man. When he was walking in the rivers and lakes, scholars and young heroes killed many people. Unexpectedly, another one appeared among his opponents.

He gritted his teeth, quietly let go of the treasure bag, touched something into his hand, saw the opportunity, and swiped it out.

I saw a bead bouncing into the air, and it turned into a pale skull with the wind blowing, with black smoke constantly emitting from the eyes, nostrils, and ear holes, and the upper and lower teeth opened and closed, making a clicking sound.

It is a magic weapon bestowed by Maotai Master Fa Yuan, one of the 12th Yuan Chen Bone Rosary.

There are 24 pieces of this magic weapon in a set, and it is extremely powerful after practiced, even a first-rate Sanxian would be hard to resist.

However, the refining method is extremely vicious. It is necessary to find a pair of men and women in the year, month and day of the twelve zodiac signs, and kill them on the 12th birthday.

This process is very difficult, and if you are not careful, all previous efforts will be wasted.Fa Yuan worked hard for many years and killed countless people, only to get seven.

What Mrs. Mao is holding is the Si Snake Yin Bead, which is the most poisonous. If one accidentally inhales the black smoke, those with weak skills will be killed immediately.

Although Meng Qiu didn't know how powerful this magic weapon was, he didn't dare to tell it to close his body easily. He quickly raised his hand and struck a thunderbolt on the skull.

(End of this chapter)