Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the fragrance of ink is overflowing.

Ye Bai has never been a monk who advocates hard work, especially in the way of talismans. Most of the time, he has the mentality of taking time to practice. However, he was much worse than Mo Er. The reason for this was that he did not paint too much. Most of his time was spent on practicing skills and spells.

Before going down the mountain, Mo Er once said to him earnestly: "Junior brother, you can be lazy and leave it to me to study the town character talisman, but you must worry about the talisman pen."

From this, it can be seen that Ye Bai is lazy in practicing talismans. [

However, after getting the talisman skin today, he couldn't help but start writing immediately. During the trip to Hell Valley, the talisman had brought him great help, especially several auxiliary talismans. Brother Dan's role is no longer great.Now I can only try to use the help of the talisman skin to make the effect of the talisman even higher.

Ye Bai moved his pen quickly, and after taking the purple jade honey, his primordial spirit skyrocketed by about half again, according to Liu Yun's estimation, it was roughly equivalent to the level of a mid-stage Jindan monk who had just advanced.

At this stage of the Golden Core Stage, more and more monks have begun to pay attention to the cultivation of the Yuanshen, preparing for the future Nascent Soul Three Tribulations.

Moreover, there are some simple attacking methods of Yuanshen that can be used. For example, when Ye Bai looked at Di Gua'er earlier, it was Liu Yun who taught him a technique of legitimacy. The opponent's will is not particularly firm.Almost no ability to resist.

At this time, if factors such as chance and coincidence are excluded, generally speaking, the Golden Core cultivator who has practiced for a long time will have a relatively stronger primordial spirit. Ye Bai is less than a hundred years old.It is already quite terrifying to have such a powerful primordial spirit.

A moment later, a golden talisman appeared on the table, it was Ye Bai's favorite gravity talisman.

Ye Bai stretched out his index finger, and tapped lightly on a strange imprint in the center of the talisman, closed his eyes slightly, and carefully felt the vitality sealed in it.A powerful wave of vitality passed through the fingertips.It spread to the depths of Ye Bai's mind.

After a few breaths, Ye Bai slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were solemn, and there was no joy on his face. Even if it was replaced with a specially processed talisman skin, the aura of this gravity talisman only increased by about three layers. This level of increase.For Jindan monks, it is almost negligible.

Ye Bai can only hope that this talisman can stop the monks in the early and middle stages of Jindan.Two or three moments.

After drawing the Gravity Talisman, Ye Bai drew another Teleportation Talisman, the quality is still silver, the technique is not much more proficient than half a year ago, but with the help of the Talisman skin, this Talisman Record is still better than half a year ago.

Ye Bai took out a pot of wine.After taking a few sips, he drew all the remaining talisman skins into gravity talismans, and then used talisman paper to draw a lot of silver teleportation talismans. He still had a lot of golden teleportation talismans in stock.At the critical moment, the teleportation talisman made of talisman leather is not needed.

After finishing the painting, Ye Bai stretched himself, fell headlong on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. Ever since he got down from Cangbai Mountain, he had almost no rest, and used meditation instead of sleeping.

This sleep was surprisingly sweet, and he didn't get up until the next day when he got up and headed for the City Lord's Mansion of Longyu City.

Wandering on the main street, he had the time to take a closer look at this city, one of the seven major cities in the Soul Continent.Compared with Yicheng, this city is obviously too big, Ye Bai's spiritual sense swept it away, and it was about nine Yicheng's range.The city wall is hundreds of feet high, like a prehistoric beast, dormant on the ground.

The streets in the city are wide, and there are many high-rise buildings. There are a lot of monks coming and going, and the realms are different.Ye Bai is already in the appearance of Li Lu at this moment, and he only has the cultivation base of the late stage of Foundation Establishment. He is inconspicuous here, and has not attracted the attention of others, and his spiritual sense has not noticed that anyone is following him.

After scanning Li Lu's memory, Ye Bai went directly to the northeast. The City Lord's Mansion of Longyu City was built on a fire vein in the center of the earth.In fact, the entire Longyu City is built on a large sea of ​​fire in the center of the earth, and the City Lord's Mansion is the place with the most abundant fire energy.

The air in this city is full of fire-type aura, which is worse than the Baili Volcano that Ye Baijian once visited, so most of the monks in Longyu City practice fire-type aura, and even ordinary people can light a fire Attribute martial arts.

But also because of the fire energy, most of the people here are hot-tempered, and if they disagree with each other, they will fight with each other. After walking a few blocks, Ye Bai saw several fights.

Because of the dry and hot air, both men and women wear very little clothes here, which can only cover the chest and abdomen. The hot barbarian girl looks at Ye Bai with a smile on her face. [

At the same time, in a secret room in the City Lord's Mansion of Longyu City, two monks were sitting opposite each other and drinking.

The one on the left looks about 50 years old, with five long beards, elegant demeanor, indescribably chic and leisurely, aloof and unconventional, not very handsome in appearance, but a pair of eyes are deep and deep, as if they are real, and seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

The man raised his teacup, took a sip, and the rich fire energy flowed into his stomach along with the fragrance of the tea, dripping so much that even a thin layer of sweat trickled out from his forehead. The man sighed, "Good tea!" , I haven't seen it in decades, but the Yunshan fire tea in Zhuxiong's mansion is still so full of praise, I can't get enough of it!"

"Those guys on the vast sea are sneaky, but the method of making tea they passed down is really good!"

A person on the opposite side sighed leisurely, with a meaningful tone.This person looks younger, in his late forties, with a purple face and curly beard, he was born brave and brave, his eyes are like a tiger, and he is calm, and his whole body exudes the majesty of a long-term high-ranking person .

The monk on the left smiled playfully: "Brother Zhu seems to have some complaints about Immortal Island."

The big purple-faced man snorted coldly: "Brother Bian, since he went to Immortal Island, I almost couldn't recognize his appearance after he came back. Have you forgotten your barbarian origin?"

The monk surnamed Bian didn't get angry at all, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhu was joking, I have never forgotten my barbarian origin, but I will never forget the kindness that Xianrendao has shown me. My brother died of old age long ago."

The purple-faced man suddenly changed his face, and said angrily: "Brother Bian, do you know how many barbarian warriors die by cannibalism in Lihun Continent every day? Brother Bian, please don't tell me, you don't know that the hand behind everything is Those lunatics from Immortal Island."

The monk surnamed Bian let out a sigh of relief, and said with a painful expression in his eyes: "Brother Zhu, what's the use of saying this now? Even if the forces of Immortal Island don't intervene in the disputes in Lihun Continent, do you think there can still be harmony among the seven major cities?" Coexistence? When Immortal Island gave us great power, it also opened the box of desire in our hearts. We barbarians have always admired power, and for the sake of cultivating resources, competition is inevitable."

The big purple-faced man was slightly taken aback, thinking flashed in his eyes, his face gradually dimmed, and suddenly he slapped the table fiercely, and said sadly: "The ancestors of the barbarians are too short-sighted!"

The monk surnamed Bian said lightly: "It's not because they are short-sighted, but because of the situation. A few years ago, our barbarians were a group of weak races similar to wild beasts. We were bullied by monsters and didn't even have our own language. At this time Suddenly someone descended from the sky and bestowed great power on the ancestors, which no one would be able to refuse."

The purple-faced Hannai shook his head.

The monk surnamed Bian said solemnly: "Brother Zhu, I know you have a lot of resentment in your heart, but don't show disrespect to Immortal Island in front of other people. On the island, I have seen a monk with a breath like a mortal. With a gesture of his hand, he moved mountains and seas, and shattered the space. That kind of terrifying power made me unable to resist the slightest thought. There is a higher realm."

"A higher realm?"

The purple-faced man was shocked, and his eyes were full of horror. In his heart, he always thought that the lords of the Seven Great Cities were already the top existences in the world. This was also the biggest reason for his disrespect to Xianren Island. Keep a hand with them.

Cultivator surnamed Bian stopped talking, and stopped talking.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of "Tuk Tuk".

The purple-faced man suddenly woke up, regained his composure and asked, "What's the matter?"

Someone outside the door said respectfully: "Mansion Master, a monk came outside the door, saying that there was a secret letter from Xingfeng City, but..."

The person suddenly stammered.

"Just what? Tell me what you have to say!" The purple-faced man said impatiently. [

The person outside the door hurriedly said: "It's just that this person only has the cultivation base of the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and the subordinates can't judge the authenticity, please Palace Master decide!"

The purple-faced man and the monk surnamed Bian were stunned at the same time, and looked at each other, with a thoughtful look in their eyes.