The strongest fairy king

Chapter 68: Meeting a Cultivator for the First Time

After getting out of the car, while talking and laughing, Lin Yuyang came to the door. Lin Yuyang sniffed his nose. Suddenly, he stood still and said to Zhang Jia: "A master is here."

"Huh?" Zhang Jiaqiang didn't have such a keen spiritual sense as Lin Yuyang. Hearing this, he turned his face to look, but found that the alley was empty and no one showed up. Where did the master come from?Can't help asking: "Yuyang, why can't I notice it?"

"When the cultivation base reaches a certain level, there will be a special smell or aura emanating from it. That person's cultivation base is higher than yours, and the aura is very subtle. Brother, you can't detect it because the cultivation base is not enough. However, Under my inspiration, his breath is like putting a soybean in a handful of sesame seeds, which can be judged immediately."

As soon as Lin Yuyang finished speaking, a man's voice came from the old lady Wang's house next door: "Okay, I am really a master. I never thought I would meet a fellow cultivator in this small city." With the appearance of this voice, Mrs. Wang The locked lock on the door suddenly bounced, and then the door creaked and opened automatically.

"Damn, isn't it amazing?" Zhang Jiaqiang didn't take it seriously at first. Except for Lin Yuyang, he had never seen anyone who was smarter than him in Shangdu. However, what he saw with his own eyes now overturned his confidence. The conclusion, just relying on this hand, is something he can't accomplish, which shows the brilliance of the mysterious man.

After the gate was opened, Lin Yuyang saw a middle-aged man standing in Mrs. Wang's yard, holding a leaf of a persimmon tree in his hand, looking at them with a smile.

"Who are you, why did you trespass on Mrs. Wang's residence?" Lin Yuyang looked at the middle-aged man, and protected Zhang Jiaqiang behind him, because the person who came was not a martial artist, but a cultivator, and his cultivation was as good as he wanted to be. , is the fourth-level monk in the Qi refining period, and he came to Mrs. Wang's house sneakily, which made him a little suspicious.

"My name is Yang Rui. The owner of this house is my aunt. I came to visit relatives. When I saw that the door of her house was locked, I went to wait at her house." After the visitor reported his name, he revealed his relationship with Mrs. Wang. She looked at Lin Yuyang with burning eyes, trying to see his depth.

Yang Rui was still a little strange. When he came to his aunt's house, he didn't expect that there was a cultivator next door. Just relying on the aura he exuded, he could tell that his cultivation base was not weaker than him.

When Yang Rui was young, he left a letter and disappeared without a trace. He went to visit an expert in the deep mountains and old forests. After hard work, he learned a lot and went down the mountain. He didn't expect to meet his comrades so soon.

Lin Yuyang laughed, "Unexpectedly, you are also a cultivator. Since we are in the same spirit and Grandma Wang is not at home, why don't you come to my house and sit down for a while?"

Zhang Jiaqiang pursed his lips. He didn't expect that this ugly guy would call himself a cultivator, so he couldn't help muttering in his heart, "Yuyang met this person and said he was a fellow cultivator. Could it be that they are both legendary cultivators?" Cultivator?"

"Then bother." This Yang Rui was not polite, and followed Lin Yuyang directly into the house.

Zhang Jiaqiang looked carefully at the side, and found that after he entered the house, the lock that had fallen off in Mrs. Wang's house seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and it was locked directly, making a crisp click, and he couldn't help but secretly marveled. .

After entering the room, Lin Yuyang poured some tea and asked tentatively, "Which fairy mountain does Brother Yang come from?"

In the world of self-cultivation, some sects occupy mountain peaks of different sizes. As the caves where the sects are established, their monks follow the path of cultivation against the sky. It is called Xianshan.

"Fairy Mountain?" Yang Rui had never been to the world of comprehension, so of course he didn't know this allusion, and he was puzzled when he heard this.

Through the judgment of this sentence, Lin Yuyang knew that this person was not a monk from the cultivation world, but a monk from the ordinary world.

In fact, the world of self-cultivation and the world of mortals have not broken off. There are three interlinked space nodes in the two worlds. As long as you have the cultivation level of the Golden Core Stage, you can open the nodes and freely travel between the two worlds.

There are many monks in the cultivation world, about a million people, occupying a wider space than the ordinary world, while there are fewer monks in the ordinary world. According to Lin Yuyang's experience in the ordinary world in his last life, there are about tens of thousands of monks. Most of the people are casual cultivators, and some of them know the existence of the realm of cultivation, but most of them don't, and even if they know, they are rarely able to enter because of insufficient cultivation.

Lin Yuyang tried a word, and he had a bottom line in his heart, and said, "Oh, I was asking Brother Yang where he came from."

"To be honest, I was originally a native of Shangdu. Later, I was destined to cultivate, and I left for a while, and I just came back."

Yang Rui didn't know, and he missed the bottom line in a few words. He briefly told about his background, without hiding anything, but he didn't say it very carefully, just passing it in one sentence.

Lin Yuyang snorted, "Actually, I'm also a casual cultivator. Fellow Daoist's cultivation base is not weak. Would you like to have a sparring?"

Hearing the words, Yang Rui showed a thoughtful look, and then nodded.

Lin Yuyang stood up, and a beam of real energy was released silently, turning into a sharp sword energy, and went straight to Yang Rui's chest.

In the past few days of practice, Lin Yuyang tried to release the true essence, and finally succeeded. This is something he simulated based on the true essence bundle, and it has not been compressed by the mind. Although the power is not as strong as the true essence bundle, it is still Bufan, as soon as he appeared, he carried a sharp and sharp aura, cutting the air into a buzzing sound.

Yang Rui didn't expect that Lin Yuyang would sneak up on him silently, and he was startled immediately. The sword energy of true essence was extremely fast, and it cut to his chest in the blink of an eye. After uttering an instruction, a silver-white ring on his hand emitted circles of ripples, protecting his body inside.

puff!

The sword energy cut on the ripples, stirring up waves in circles, making a crunching sound, just like a chainsaw sawing wood.

Lin Yuyang smiled slightly, his spiritual sense commanded the sword energy, vibrated, and cut continuously, while Yang Rui stood in place, desperately inputting real energy into the protective magic weapon, the low-grade treasure Yuanyang Ring, to supplement the cut off part , forming a complete shield.

If Yang Rui didn't use the magic weapon and just used his true energy to form a protective shield, it would take five seconds at most, and the true energy would be exhausted. 10 minutes is fine.

"What kind of method is this?" Zhang Jiaqiang, who was next to him, saw this way of fighting with his own eyes, and he was stunned as if he had seen an alien, because their shots had surpassed the scope of martial arts, which made him feel Novelty and surprise.

Although Zhang Jiaqiang didn't understand, after all he had a wealth of fighting experience, he gradually saw the clues. In this battle, Lin Yuyang had the upper hand, because he looked very calm, standing with his hands behind his back, as easily as a man climbing high and looking into the distance. Yang Rui was struggling to hold on, his body was trembling slightly inside a transparent white mask, and sweat was dripping from his face.

"This guy seems to be just an ascetic monk with very little fighting experience." Lin Yuyang made a judgment in his heart, withdrew his sword energy, and then released the blue sun flying sword directly with a thought.

(End of this chapter)