Changyang

The next day, Lingli Mountain flowed again.

Changyang got up early and prepared to go there.

The wolf-headed female nun in the Dongbu next to her also woke up. There was no quilt on her bed, which was still a bare stone bed. She was squatting on the bedside eating, with spiritual fruit in one hand and dried bacon in the other.

The demon cultivator is indeed physically strong and can recover much faster than her, Chang Yang thought as he looked at the other party.

Bai Mei noticed the gaze coming from the other side, and looked down at the thing in her hand, thinking that the other person was greedy for her food.

So, she stuffed the dried bacon into her mouth, broke off a piece of spiritual fruit, and generously handed it to Chang Yang: "Eat!"

Chang Yang took it with complicated eyes: "...Thank you?"

The wolf-headed female cultivator waved her hands grandly, finished the food in her hands, jumped down, made a thump, and walked away without even looking back, regardless of what the female cultivators in the two western stalls did.

Changyang looked down at the piece of spiritual fruit in his palm, which was only the size of his thumb, shook his head, and finally ate it, although he didn't taste anything.

……

When she arrived at Linglin Mountain, Changyang held a high-grade spiritual stone in her left hand and slowly absorbed the spiritual energy inside. She had no repair elixir and had exhausted the healing water, so she could only rely on the spiritual stone to speed up the healing of her wounds.

At the same time, she was wandering around the spiritual spring, trying to find a location with a spiritual spring so that she could meet the challenge of the new early-stage golden elixir monks.

In previous years, Chang Yang often fought against demonic beasts, and they often used their brutal demonic power to unleash their power. But a few days ago, when she fought with those early-stage Jindan monks, she discovered that the monks were different after all. Their bodies were more flexible and their moves were more novel.

Therefore, Chang Yang is very much looking forward to fighting against the early Jindan cultivators.

However, as she walked around, she found that even the most remote spots were occupied by people today.

Chang Yang: "..."

She got up early enough, but she still couldn't find a place. It seemed that she wouldn't be able to return to her residence next time.

After turning around again, there was still no position, but fights began to occur frequently.

Changyang wanted to end it very much, so she finally went to a mountain valley where spiritual springs flowed. When she saw a monk sitting cross-legged, she immediately prepared to step forward and challenge him.

But someone was faster than her, and a sword light flew towards the monk next to the spiritual spring in the mountain valley.

"Who?!" The monk opened his eyes, drew his sword and shouted angrily.

"This spiritual spring belongs to me." The monk who emerged from the dense forest sneered.

Chang Yang: "..."

She could only avoid it and find a new challenge target.

But today it seemed that she was going to have a bad start. Every time she wanted to take action, a monk would always be the first to challenge her.

Seeing that most of the day had passed, Chang Yang simply stopped leaving and waited for the two monks on the opposite side to decide the winner before stepping forward to challenge.

Half an hour later, the outcome was expected, but a new early-stage Jindan cultivator jumped out.

In fact, these golden elixir monks didn't even look at a foundation-building monk, and soon started fighting among themselves.

Being ignored, Chang Yang could only continue to wait aside, thinking that the winner would be determined later, so he quickly rushed forward.

At this time, she noticed that the sound transmission stone around her waist lit up, so she walked aside, picked it up, and opened it.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, I know you want to be strong, but sometimes people still have to give up face." Ping Qingyun's serious voice came out, "My master said that face is the most worthless thing. We may not know when we will need it. For the assessment, you have to improve your cultivation as soon as possible. I'm three miles away to the west. If you figure it out, come find me."

Changyang frowned, not knowing what was going on.

She touched the sound transmission stone with her fingertips and realized that Ping Qingyun had also sent a lot of news to her in the past few days.

At that time, she was busy guarding the spiritual spring and fighting with the monks in the early stage of the Golden Core, and did not notice the sound transmission stone.

One, two, three... Changyang made a rough calculation. Within five days, Ping Qingyun sent at least more than 40 messages.

She had never received so many messages.

Changyang clicked on the earliest message, and Ping Qingyun's excited voice from a few days ago came out instantly.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, come quickly to two miles south of Lingli Mountain. There is a fight here and the Lingquan is empty!"

Changyang raised his eyebrows slightly and continued to look at the second message.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, come one mile to the southeast. They are fighting. We can use the spiritual spring!"

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, there is a spiritual spring two miles southeast!"

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, we are three miles southwest, so come quickly!"

……

Later, Chang Yang opened a message at random, with similar words, but the location was changed.

She had to admire Ping Qingyun. Could this be the Transshipment Sect's ability to fish in troubled waters?
Chang Yang raised his head and looked at the two early-stage Jindan monks who had yet to decide the winner. After thinking for a moment, he decided to go to Ping Qingyun first, use the spiritual spring to promote the healing of the wound, and then find an opportunity to challenge the early-stage Jindan monks.

"I didn't see the summons a few days ago. I'm going over now." She replied to Ping Qingyun's message, turned around and rushed west.

……

When Ping Qingyun received Changyang's reply, he was lying quietly in the dense bush, carefully absorbing the spiritual energy from the spiritual spring not far away with his hands.

These days, he has become proficient in running specifically near the spiritual springs that are neither deep nor shallow. Generally, monks in such places are not strong enough to be in the middle stage, but they are not weak. It takes a long time to fight, and he is also I can sneak around a little longer.

Anyway, in the last five days, he was able to get in every time, and even if he was discovered, he escaped in time.

Ping Qingyun whispered to the sound transmission stone: "Come quickly, they probably won't finish for a while."

However, this time he finally overturned.

When he had just spread the news, the two early-stage Jindan monks who were fighting suddenly stopped and suddenly looked into the dense bush.

A monk even slapped him with a palm and shouted: "Get out!"

In order to avoid this palm, Ping Qingyun could only jump up from the dense bush, exposing himself to the two monks on the opposite side.

A monk said coldly: "What did I think it was? It turned out to be a mouse stealing spiritual energy."

"The two of us are fighting hard here, but the rat took the lead in Lingquan." Another monk laughed, but with murderous intent in his eyes, "Why don't we deal with him first, and then decide the winner?"

When Ping Qingyun heard this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. There was wind under his feet and he ran to the side.

The two monks chased after him, and their violent sword intent directly exploded the rocks under his feet.

A monk took advantage of the situation and jumped forward, blocking his way.

"Fellow Taoist, I just saw that it was a pity that the spiritual spring was empty, so I used some of it. When the winner is determined, I will naturally return it to you." Ping Qingyun was forced to stop and quickly explained.

"The spiritual spring is limited, you use it first, what should we use?" the monk behind sneered and stabbed him with his sword.

Ping Qingyun formed a seal with his hands: "All gods cover the body, and all evils retreat." He turned sideways, pushed left and right with both hands, and a green light spiritual shield poured out from his body, blocking the sword attack in an instant.

But that was all, the spirit shield broke instantly.

Ping Qingyun tried to take the opportunity to escape, but the two early stage Jindan monks were experienced in combat and had already seen his plan and chased after him.

After releasing the spirit shield time and time again, it broke again and again. The red light on Ping Qingyun's face had long since disappeared, and he felt that he was about to die.

He watched helplessly as the spiritual shield was broken open by the sword cultivator behind him, while the cultivator in front of him struck his head with a sword without hesitation.

bad bad!

Ping Qingyun had no time to regenerate a new spirit shield, and was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Seeing that the sword in front of him was about to hit him, he subconsciously turned his head to avoid it.

"Chong-"

A sword energy suddenly flew over and missed the sword repairer.

Ping Qingyun didn't wait for the sword to hurt him. He turned around in surprise and saw Chang Yang with his sword drawn in the distance. He was immediately overjoyed: "Fellow Taoist Chang Yang!"

He gathered his spiritual power in his palm, hit the sword cultivator, and ran towards Changyang in a hurry.

"Are there any helpers?" The sword cultivator was wary at first, then saw Chang Yang clearly and mocked, "It's a pity, it's just a foundation."

"A rat, a waste." Another swordsman stared at them, "Let's just deal with them together."

Chang Yang looked at the nearby spiritual spring, and then at the two monks standing side by side, thinking that it would be good to follow this disciple of the Transshipment Sect.

There is also a spiritual spring and there are early-stage golden elixir monks to fight. She likes it very much.

"Fellow Daoist Changyang, they are very strong. We will find an opportunity to escape later." Ping Qingyun whispered softly.

"You only need to hold someone back occasionally." Chang Yang replied.

"what?"

Just when Ping Qingyun was at a loss, Changyang rushed out and had sex with two early-stage Jindan monks.

Ping Qingyun, who had just escaped from the tiger's mouth, almost stared out of his eyes when he saw this.

This is this...

Fellow Taoist Changyang, are you really not afraid of death?The spirit world doesn’t prohibit killing people either!

Ping Qingyun gritted his teeth and simply rushed over.

So, he then circled around, randomly picking a swordsman to attack from time to time. When the other party came over and could no longer hold on, he slipped over to Changyang and asked her to deal with the two of them with a few moves.

It was much more difficult to deal with two early-stage Jindan sword cultivators than to deal with one, and Chang Yang had a lot of wounds on her body, but Ping Qingyun was also an early-stage Jindan cultivator after all, and he could help her hold off one of them at the critical moment.

Under such high pressure, Changyang actually made a new breakthrough, and the golden palace sea surged more obviously.

About half an hour later, a sword cultivator avoided Chang Yang's wrist-thrusting sword and ignored her other movements. He was hit hard by a kick and knocked down on a boulder.

The other sword cultivator felt that he was being suppressed by a foundation, and was extremely embarrassed. In anger, he came over with his sword.

Changyang controlled the handle in the tiger's mouth, turned sideways and raised the sword, holding it against his sword.

The two looked at each other, one was burning with anger and wanted to eat his raw meat, and the other couldn't hide his excitement, which was hotter than the sparks from the sword clash.

The sword cultivator who fell under the boulder managed to sit up and saw the foundation-building female cultivator in the distance using the sword move she had used before to deal with another person.

He covered his chest with his hands, he was so angry that he spurted out blood. He was dizzy on the altar and fell to the ground. Before he fainted, he had only one thought: This was a sword move that took him three years to figure out, and it was suddenly learned by someone. gone!

Just when he was unconscious, the sword cultivator in the distance was also knocked down by that move.

"You lose." Chang Yang pointed her sword at the monk on the ground. The wound on her right arm was bleeding, flowing down the hilt of the sword and dripping on the opponent's chest.

The monk couldn't believe that he would lose, but in reality he had the sword pointed at his throat. He struggled with his face, and finally lay on the ground completely, giving up fighting back: "I lost, and the spiritual spring belongs to you."

Only then did Chang Yang put away his sword. The sword cultivator immediately turned over and left, as if he couldn't stay here any longer.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, I didn't expect you to be so powerful!" Ping Qingyun also had some injuries on his body, but they were not as serious as those of Changyang. He said with a shocked look on his face.

Changyang's right arm was already injured, but she forced herself to use a newly learned move. The bones in her hand were basically broken. She nodded to Ping Qingyun and walked towards Lingquan.

This Wang Lingquan position is much better than the position she occupied in the previous round.

Next to him, Ping Qingyun looked at Changyang who was meditating. He remembered her appearance when she first came here, and followed her to test: "Fellow Taoist Changyang, have you ever heard that a few days ago, there was a foundation-building monk who picked up the early golden elixir in succession? thing?"

Changyang closed his eyes: "No."

Ping Qingyun hesitated for a while and then asked: "Then what was the injury on your body before?"

"Left from a fight with some early Jindan monks."

"Oh, like this."

Ping Qingyun nodded, suddenly widening his eyes and reacting: What do some early-stage Jindan monks mean?
Are all the current foundation-building monks so good at fighting? !
Changyang closed his eyes and meditated, using his spirits to repair his wounds. Next to him, Ping Qingyun simply protected the formation.

The sword cultivator under the rock woke up after half an hour, and did not conflict with the two men again. Although he was depressed, he still left quietly.

Night falls and the stars are in the sky.

Chang Yang opened his eyes and turned his right arm. The bones inside were connected.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, do you still have the Bigu Pill?" Ping Qingyun asked, stroking his growling stomach.

"you have not?"

Ping Qingyun sighed: "Master said that there is a canteen in the spiritual world, so I brought the remaining Bigu Pills and finished them yesterday."

Changyang took out a bottle of Bigu Pills and poured ten pills for him.

"Thank you." Ping Qingyun immediately took one.

"Hey, isn't this the person who stole my spiritual spring? I let you run away last time, so today is the day to settle the score."

Under the moonlight, five early-stage Jindan monks wearing Nan Douzhai stared at the two people, and the one who spoke was the monk at the front.

"Then how can it be considered stealing?" Ping Qingyun stood up and defended, "You are still fighting, and the spiritual spring is empty and no one will use it for a while. I just can't bear to see it wasted."

After hearing these strong words, the monk at the front felt a vein in his forehead and his face turned completely dark.

Changyang stood up slowly. She turned to look at Ping Qingyun. Based on the messages he sent last time, wouldn't he have offended more than 40 monks?
No, there are at least two people fighting, and this number has to be doubled.

When the tension was at stake, Chang Yang secretly nodded, this is good, she has plenty of fights to fight.

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