Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 134 Two people act together and two people sing

After hearing this, the monk surnamed Zhang looked a little bitter.

"This is what it should be, but this...I..."

His face turned red and he was speechless.

"Where is Fellow Daoist Zhou?" Wu Meng asked.

Although this woman with an unknown background has a childish face, if he insists on ranking, he would still prefer Zhou Daoyou.

Zhou Yunuo frowned and rolled his dark eyes.

"Let's do this, Fellow Daoist Zhang, I can protect you from death, but you have to do the fighting, how about it?"

Wu Meng was startled and looked at the other party in surprise.

This statement is really outrageous. Keeping someone alive is not on the same level as killing someone in terms of difficulty.

Zhou Yunuo, on the other hand, had a serious expression and spoke with certainty, not seeming to be lying at all.

Monk Zhang's eyes widened: "Fellow Taoist, are you... not joking?!"

"Of course not."

Zhou Yunuo's face was serious: "Let's make it clear that Zhao Xueying's cause and effect are too complicated. I don't want to get too involved with her. The ability to protect fellow Taoist is my limit."

"If Fellow Daoist Zhang doesn't want to continue, there's no need to force him."

"Fellow Taoist, you think too much."

As if he could sense the sense of caution from his previous words, the fear in the expression of the monk surnamed Zhang was much reduced.

"Causation and other things, nothing and long-lasting things, to us low-level casual cultivators, are not even as threatening as the contract in the alliance."

He smiled: "The foundation building technique is right in front of me, and my Taoist friend can protect me from death. If I give up this opportunity, I'm afraid I will be punished by God."

"Well."

Zhou Yunuo looked pleased: "Fellow Daoist Mo, I will leave the rest to you."

Wu Meng nodded: "I'll try my best."

The next day.

The sky is bright.

There is a breeze blowing through the bamboo forest.

Zhao Xueying counted the time and got up. Just as she was about to step into the pavilion, she suddenly felt something moving.

'Puff puff'.

Several extremely slight air-piercing sounds sounded at the same time.

Without thinking, she turned the emerald bracelet on her wrist, and saw that the bracelet dissolved into spiritual light, and then gathered into an exquisite screen, with thousands of flowers blooming on it, full of spirituality.

Thousands of flowers screen.

This screen is a high-grade magic weapon that can withstand attacks in the later stage of Qi training, and can also make people who look at it for a long time have distracting thoughts.

As soon as the screen came up, there was a continuous "duh" sound.

Dozens of shining silver needles landed in it, smashing the blooming flowers into pieces.

However, more flowers bloomed in an instant, and the silver needle was trapped in them, unable to move forward.

As the person who made the sneak attack, the monk surnamed Zhang had a look of astonishment on his face when he saw this scene.

This silver needle is a set of high-quality magical instruments, called the Spirit-Duling Zimu Needle.

Among them, there are more than ten sub-needles with concealed aura and extremely penetrating power. They are often used for sneak attacks and can be used accurately.

And the mother needle is known for its power.

The advantage of this set of magical tools is that by holding one silver needle, you can control the other silver needles through the 'spiritual transfer' effect. Compared with ordinary control, the power and sensitivity are increased several times.

This brings extremely obvious advantages when the Qi Practitioner's spiritual consciousness cannot leave the body.

The monk surnamed Zhang originally didn't expect Zi Zhen to be able to perform a feat, but he was surprised to be blocked so easily.

He held the mother needle in his hand and pointed it.

"go with!"

I saw dozens of needles flashing with light, making a circle, and going in from one side of the screen.

Not only that, he gathered spiritual energy in his other hand and also clicked on the mother needle.

The already stimulating silver needle accelerated again, making a crackling sound.

"Not bad!"

Zhao Xueying praised.

Her fingers changed, and half of the technique was temporarily transformed into two low-level techniques.

Two ice-condensing techniques!

Although it is a low-level weapon, it is quite powerful when used by a monk in the late stage of Qi training.

He saw an ice mirror filled with cold air gathered in front of him. Its size was no larger than the palm of his hand. Due to the compression of its area, its thickness increased to three fingers wide.

Not only that. The ‘Ice Mirror’ is also tilted at an oblique angle.

When the silver needle landed, although it disappeared completely, it was deflected at a slight angle.

As soon as it came out, another 'ice mirror' with the same slope was condensed.

Ice shards flew.

The menacing silver needle flew past the side of Zhao Xueying's face.

The breeze blew her hair, but when faced with such a thrilling scene, she raised the corners of her lips with a beautiful smile on her face.

This time is different from before.

The silver needle went away quickly and urgently, reaching three feet away in the blink of an eye.

The monk surnamed Zhang was dumbfounded. He adjusted his fingers again, but it was already too late.

I saw the colorful butterfly from yesterday fluttering its wings and flying towards me.

Along with Cai Die, there was Zhao Xueying's voice like a clear spring's "ding-dong" voice.

"Who gave you confidence?"

"Can't wait for the butterfly to explode!"

The monk surnamed Zhang ignored him and tried to remain calm.

He pulled away and retreated. When he turned around, he used the cover of his figure to quietly throw out the mother needle and draw a child needle into his hand.

Mix the mother needles into the daughter needles and the fish eyes into the beads.

This is his trump card.

Enemies often use their previous thinking to make judgments, and then suffer big losses.

Simple, yet easy to use.

Everyone in the world has three axes, not to mention the dignified late-stage monk. Although he is only a casual cultivator, few people can prevent this move since he got the Spirit Transferring Needle.

This also became his pride.

It's a pity that the Taoist companion is not around, and there is no finishing touch.

as predicted!

The other party just waved his hand and summoned a colorful screen.

The layers of flower shadows that were originally evenly matched were turned into powder by the sudden force of the mother needle.

Snapped!

The needle penetrated Zhao Xueying's heart, and a bright red line of blood spurted out.

"It's done!!"

The monk surnamed Zhang was overjoyed and saw the butterfly explode with a 'wave'.

It has just exploded now, it is obviously too late!

He was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Why has the magic never dissipated?

……

Time goes back to a breath ago.

"Who gave you confidence?"

Zhao Xueying said, but her eyes fell on the other two figures on the edge of the lawn.

One male and one female.

The man was concentrating on his thoughts. In her impression, he only glanced here twice at the beginning of the fight and showed no concern.

The woman lowered her bamboo hat and never glanced this way from beginning to end, as if she didn't even want to meet her eyes.

There was an indescribable strange feeling in her heart.

If the three late-stage qi-training monks came together, even if all three of them were only at the level of a hands-on person, it would be enough for her to deal with it with all her strength.

But how could this be the case now?

She shook her head.

I'm too lazy to think too much, just deal with everyone who dares to take action.

In the field of vision, the monk surnamed Zhang has put the mother-in-law needle into the storage bag. He is another fool who has a wrong understanding of the colorful butterfly.

She stretched out her bare hands and gathered snowflakes just like yesterday.

The snowflakes are rising in the wind, and the cold air is rolling in.

Just when he was about to suppress the opponent, in his peripheral vision, a disc suddenly lit up behind the woman in the distance, as bright as the moon and as gentle as jade.

At the same time, the man who had been meditating seemed to be aware of something and cast a curious gaze.

‘Is he watching a show? ’

An unbelievable thought came to Zhao Xueying's mind.

(End of this chapter)