I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 220 Capture the flag, mother and daughter

Whoosh!

The Moon Flag was waving violently in Yilal's hand, and the moonlight was like mist and flowing water, swirling and flowing around him as if it were materialized.

A chilly feeling that penetrates the human soul swirls and flows around.

Li Lang felt that his eyes had already been wrapped in the flowing moonlight before he could see anything.

The whole body was feeling cold. The chill was not strong, but the limbs gradually felt numb.

Everything is not violent, but it gives people an irresistible illusion.

"Humph!"

"Pretentious!"

A disdainful sneer appeared on Li Lang's face, and he stepped heavily on his feet, spreading a large amount of infuriating energy on the ground with his kick skills, causing the agitation and violence of the earth's spiritual energy.

Then, they canceled each other out and turned into a massive surge of fragmented spiritual energy, which spread out in all directions.

At this moment, Li Lang felt particularly intense and keen.

Under the blessing of a special state of mind, the originally short time seems to be stretched in the perception of the soul.

A faint light of fire flashed and flickered on the fingertips.

All the coldness of the moonlight was suppressed by this red sun.

The enemy who didn't know how to deal with it also revealed more flaws at this moment.

The center of his eyebrows was stimulated and beat violently, as if something was about to break out of its shell.

In an instant, restless anger and calmness actually achieved a brief unity in him.

Hundreds of thousands of fires reappeared urgently, and the fire light condensed on the fingertips, but it was like a god blocking the god and killing the Buddha, and the Buddha blocking the Buddha.

And in the midst of this collision, the Moonlight Warrior, hidden in the cold moonlight mist, had already slashed towards Li Lang's neck with a knife.

Li Lang was even distracted for a moment, wondering if this was a different kind of Saiyan transformation.

Yilal dropped the Yuelong flag and punched Li Lang hard.

This was the first time Li Lang saw a non-human figure.

While hesitating, he was already approached by the light of the sword, and it was extremely dangerous.

Even if you are not a practitioner, even if you are an ordinary person, the center of your eyebrows is a very sensitive place.

The wind helps the fire, and Li Lang's second set of tactics obviously has a core team member.

The fire marks that seemed to cover the sky and the earth began to compress under the influence of the wind.

After all, the initial setting of the Saiyan transformation is also anger in calmness, which has a feeling of the unity of Buddha and devil.

The Moonlight Warrior seemed to have been hit hard by a giant hammer and flew out instantly.

A sharp blade appeared in front of him, and the frost brought by the blade had frozen into fine ice marks between Li Lang's eyebrows.

Close your eyes and place your fingers between your eyebrows, and you will feel the uneasy restlessness.

This punch was fierce, vicious, and powerful.

With a "boom", a large wave of air was discharged.

Behind him, a moon-roaring silver giant wolf with three eyes could even be vaguely seen.

Of course, Li Lang would not miss this opportunity. He rode the wind and appeared next to Yilal at an unimaginable speed.

In an instant, waves of air rolled, centered around his ankles, and spread out in all directions.

The surging air waves collided with the surging cold fog and annihilated each other.

When suppressed to the extreme, it explodes.

A red sun burst out from Li Lang's fingertips, lighting up the entire night.

Supernatural power: Extremely urgent!
It was just a light finger at first, but later, it was as if it was wrapped in endless angry flames, and the ferocious momentum suddenly emerged. When the momentum climbed to the extreme, it suddenly condensed, as if the entire world was blocked by flames.

It's still the Divine Finger of Sunlight, but this fingering method has quietly passed the last obstacle and reached the extreme level.

Snapped!
Li Lang grabbed the Yuelong Flag and kicked Yilal away, kicking him out of the circular field in the center and into a tent.

And in this blockade, a gust of wind blows from nowhere!
Supernatural power: Samadhi Kamikaze!

This is a manifestation of the spiritual sense being stimulated to the extreme.

The magical power can penetrate the nine orifices, and the nine orifices can be unified into one. At the same time, the miraculous powers can be unified into one, and the magical powers are given by heaven.

Point out with your hand.

Bang!
Fingers and fists clashed.

Li Lang didn't have much mood swings. In an instant, all the ups and downs were suppressed.

At this moment, Li Lang had several solutions, but he was unable to use them directly due to the need to hide the real method.

Could it be that the one corresponding to his divine map is not the Monkey King, the Great Sage and the Victorious Buddha, but the Super Saiyan Monkey King?

What was broken was not Li Lang's finger bones, but Yilal's fist.

"Who else wants to challenge me?" Li Lang held the Moon Flag in his hand. He had no time to feel the uniqueness and mystery of this magical weapon for the time being. He scanned the surroundings with his tiger eyes. As far as he could see, most of the barbarians The leader subconsciously averted his eyes.

"Hahaha! Congratulations to Master for winning this battle, come! Let us raise a glass to congratulate Master!" Nur Abe smiled happily and raised the wine bowl in his hand.

The atmosphere in the entire venue became active again.

Li Lang returned to the tent, took the wine bowl handed over by Adalanti, and drank it down happily.

Then he smiled and said: "The game continues!"

As soon as he said this, the next group of candidates spontaneously walked onto the central stage.

Nur Abe finally could no longer maintain the smile on his face, sat back in his seat, and then his expression turned gloomy.

The competition lasts for three days in total. Of course, except for the first few scenes, most people, including the leaders of each tribe, do not need to continue to watch the competition.

Most of the apparent victory or defeat is for people to see.

The private undercurrent is the beginning and end of real planning interests.

If you don't understand this, you will always be stuck behind.

Li Lang has shown extraordinary strength, and now he has nominally conquered the Yuelun tribe, so his words will naturally have more weight.

There were obviously more tribal leaders who came to visit him quietly and gave him various benefits.

For three days in a row, Li Lang worked very hard.

When faced with the offers of wives and daughters from some tribal leaders, Li Lang would basically accept anyone who looked good-looking and had a good figure.

Although most Hu women lack the elegance and shyness of women from the Central Plains, they have many tricks, good bodies, and are willing to do anything. They also actively participate in big fights. It really made Li Lang feel what it means to be passionate on the grassland. , the mind of a woman from the Western Regions.

Compared to barbarian female slaves, Li Lang preferred noble ladies and noble daughters.

The boldness, freedom, and unrestrainedness of the people from the Western Regions are even more obvious in them.

A simple comparison of the differences is that the former is like an advanced robot. Although it has high obedience, it does not have a sense of conquest, while the latter has a much better experience in this regard.

Many things were gradually perfected and negotiated through various exchanges of interests.

The funds Li Langming collected on his face were enough to lay the foundation of the Holy City of the Sun.

As for what to do if there is no so-called treasure of the night to support it after the foundation is cast?
There is a word called sunk capital.

The Hu people had invested so much. Even if they knew that Li Lang had no so-called treasure, they could only admit it and continue to invest more manpower, material and financial resources. Otherwise, the initial investment will be completely wasted.

In a sense, Li Lang was also helping the Hu people.

When the energy and money of each tribe are all dragged down by the Holy City of the Sun, then when the deserters attack Baiyuguan, they will naturally be unable to intervene. At most, they can only wave flags and shout from the side, and cannot be the main force.

Unless Baiyuguan collapses at the first touch, the barbarians will see the possibility of plundering the Central Plains in the blink of an eye.

However, with Shen Xinghai in charge of Baiyuguan, it is impossible for this situation to happen.

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The cool breeze blows and the moon shines faintly.

Even in the secret realm, the cold north wind cannot be completely isolated.

The cold snowflakes are flying down, and although they melt when they hit the ground, they are flying in the sky and the earth is still.

Adalanti sat by the lake, holding a blade of grass and playing it to her lips.

The desolate melody echoes along the lake and into the distance.

The horse accompanying her panted and kept nibbling on the tender grass at her feet, looking careless.

It had just accompanied its owner out of the secret realm and galloped around in the ice and snow. Now it was just when it needed to replenish its strength that it couldn't care less about comforting its owner.

Adalanti was dressed in a silver-white barbarian dress, with a small round hat inlaid with red edges on her head. At night, she looked like a fairy floating down from the moon palace.

There were footsteps approaching, and Adalanti turned her head quickly. After seeing the person, she relaxed again.

The visitor was also a stunningly beautiful woman.

She is very similar to Adalanti, but her temperament is more mature and her figure is more graceful and plump.

Time has not caused her any harm, but has given her a deeper charm.

It looks like a ripe peach, making people want to take a bite.

The pure white priest's robe was worn on her body, tightly wrapped, but tight. She didn't know whether it was intentional or just the way it was.

"Why is a man playing music here alone?" the visitor asked Adalanti.

Adalanti shook her head and said nothing.

She didn't know why, she just felt very confused, but couldn't express it.

There is a fire in my heart, but I don't know how to resolve it, how to vent it, let alone talk about it.

"Like the guru?" the visitor asked Adalanti.

Adalanti turned her head sharply, glared at the visitor angrily, and said angrily: "He is just a bull who only has that little thing on his mind. Like all men on the grassland, how could I possibly fall in love with him?"

"Oh! It turns out my little flower doesn't like it!"

"Then I'm not welcome!"

"I heard your sister Nalan say that his kung fu is very good. It's like riding a white dragon, climbing up the highest snow mountain, then flying down like clouds and mist, and then flying up quickly." It's full of truth.

Adalanti said coldly: "You go ahead! What does it have to do with me?"

"You are the same, just like all the women on the grassland and in the Western Region."

She was angry, but she didn't know what she was angry about.

She didn't really like that Master Chu Lun.

Although in terms of appearance and strength, Master Chu Lun meets the criteria for a daughter of the Western Region to choose a partner.

Even those who already have a family would not mind discussing Buddhism with that guru as long as the opportunity is right.

She was just angry.

Maybe she was angry. Although she was a barbarian, she didn't just have a barbarian heart.

She has been to the Central Plains and seen places farther away, and she feels self-sufficient.

Master Chu Lun built the Great Sun Holy City for the Hu people. In her eyes, he should be a great hero and hero comparable to Yanxi Tower.

But such a hero still can't get out of the dead end of the barbarian. He is still so casual about that kind of thing, as if he doesn't reject anyone who comes.

"Ha! That's what you said!" The woman nodded, seeming to have received a satisfactory answer.

Then he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait! No!"

"Anyone can do it, but you...can't!" Adalanti said seriously, word by word.

The woman looked back and smiled, her charm was even more charming than the moonlight and snow at the moment.

"This... you said it doesn't count!"

"Even according to the rules of the Central Plains, he has nothing to do with you. If your father doesn't mind, what I have with him has nothing to do with you!"

After saying that, he was already walking towards the location of Li Lang's tent.

It was still as warm as spring in Li Lang's tent.

There are beauties all over the floor and on the couch, some lying in natural postures everywhere, breathing evenly and dozing, while others are half-covered in gauze, drinking and having fun.

Li Lang was surrounded in the middle, holding a huqin with a drunken face and playing music.

The cheerful and exciting rhythm seemed to match the rhythm of certain movements.

As soon as one woman was defeated, another person immediately took over.

When the tent curtain was lifted, everyone's attention was rarely diverted.

"Everyone get out!" The voice of the priestess was soft and powerful, instantly waking up all those who were addicted to pleasure.

After seeing clearly who the visitor was, some barbarian ladies swallowed back whatever they said.

Then they all stood up, put on their robes and walked out of the tent.

Even the girl who was still dancing in front of Li Lang quickly stood up. Although her legs and feet were weak and she fell to the ground, she still got up and used her hands and feet to leave.

Li Lang looked at the visitor and was not in a hurry to cover himself. Instead, he wiped the fine sweat on his body with a soft gauze towel.

The martial arts practice just now was so intense that sweat covered his whole body. Now, when the cold air from the tent was lifted, Li Lang's whole body seemed to be covered with dense white mist.

"Give it to me!" The woman reached out and took the gauze scarf in Li Lang's hand, and then wiped it carefully for Li Lang.

Even some hidden places were brushed away from the roaring edge and wiped clean carefully without any perfunctory treatment.

Looking at this pretty face that was 80% similar to Adalanti's but even more charming, Li Lang couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing that the sword was about to pierce the throat and hit the enemy's vital point.

He put his cold palm on it unceremoniously, and then used the Cloud Rubbing Palm technique to overcome it.

Li Lang immediately took a breath of cold air.

This woman... is so terrifying!
Just one palm gave him a feeling of electric shock all over his body, numbness from his tailbone to his Tianling Cap.

With such a method, even the combined knowledge of Li Lang and his two generations was only limited.

This is a subtle method achieved by the perfect fit between strong cultivation and one's own conditions.

Li Lang immediately paid attention to this opponent, narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not dare to be underestimated or careless.

I am afraid that if I am not careful, I will be killed by my opponent before he uses his weapon. I will lose the face of the great man, and also lose the face of the readers and compatriots in time.

After all, the god of war per capita!
What you can’t get is always in turmoil, and what you don’t have is always an illusion.

(End of this chapter)