Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 709 One Is Not Enough

Taoist Taiyu who was staying outside was staring nervously at the City Lord's Mansion in front of him where the array was closed. Even though he had great trust in the strength of his senior brother's dialect, Taoist Taiyu didn't expect his senior brother to break down the defense like that. Then go deep into it, it is the city lord's mansion, the mansion of the distracted cultivator, even if the Tianxing sect is powerful, even a distracted monk will not show mercy to the junior Nascent Soul because of this.

In front of the gate of the city lord's mansion, there are no monks guarding it anymore, but the entire formation is thicker than before. Taoist Taiyu also saw that it was a bit speculative for the senior brother to blast the formation just now. , and it is absolutely impossible to break through the formation so easily, but now I don't have the strength of my senior brother, even if there are no more than a dozen monks stationed there like before, it is difficult to break through the formation for a while. While thinking about how to enter it to help his senior brother, a voice of shouting and asking came out, with a terrifying momentum.

"This is the city lord, has the city lord finally left?"

Taoist Taiyu didn't know the owner of the voice, but he didn't hinder many local monks around him. As soon as the voice flashed, many people exclaimed, and there was a bit of joy in the voice. Seeing that this city lord is at least very respected in Cangyun City.

Taoist Taiyu's expression changed slightly, he had already inquired, the city lord Cang Lingzi had a mid-stage distraction cultivation, much higher than the one who kidnapped Chang Hui.

"Brother dialect is dangerous." At the moment when this thought flashed in Taoist Taiyu's mind, he suddenly noticed a fluctuation in his Jade Talisman of Communication. : "You guys leave Cangyun City first and find a safe place to stay. If the matter here has not subsided, don't come back to Cangyun City."

"Brother, what happened to Brother Fangyan?" Several Yuanying monks from the outer sect did not leave after hearing the words, but asked Taiyu one after another.

It is the tradition of Tianxing Sect to unite with the outside world, and it is the same for the outer sect. Hearing the rhetorical questions of several people, Tai Yu didn't care too much, but said with a slightly anxious expression: "The details are not clear, brother dialect let us Proceed carefully, I am impatient, since you don’t want to leave, you can take care of each other here, in Cangyun City, no one dares to kill my Heavenly Star Sect cultivator face to face, it is not safe to leave here.”

After finishing speaking, Taoist Taiyu urged the technique in his hands, and a group of five people jointly arranged a defensive formation to protect themselves, and then turned their eyes and consciousness to the City Lord's Mansion covered by the formation.

After realizing that the dialect showing the power in the middle stage of distraction sent a message to Taiyu, he put all his attention in front of him. Before he came in, the dialect had expected to encounter the monks in the middle stage of distraction. How panicked, I just stopped my movements, stopped shaking the long human meat skewer, and instead secretly urged the exercises to protect myself, and at the same time sent a message to Taoist Hu, asking him to do it at any time, facing the mid-stage monks who were distracted, Don't be careless at all.

I have seen many dialects of monks in the middle stage of distraction, and I probably know how powerful these people are. Just now, the aura is not as good as the core monks of the Tianxing Sect, Qi Yang, the sword star, but it is much higher than Qin Bai Chu Yunshen back then. In the meantime, Dialect had a general understanding of the opponent's strength, and he also had a calculation in his heart.

In an instant, following a faint and imperceptible fluctuation, a monk figure appeared in front of Cang Xuefeng and Danqing.

"Congratulations, Lord City Lord."

"Father."

He ignored the greetings from his daughter and his subordinates, but instead gave them a cold look. No one would feel comfortable letting others intrude into his house, let alone a mid-stage monk who was distracted.

Cang Lingzi, the city lord who was standing still, took a glance, but showed a trace of surprise: "Cultivator Yuanying? Tianxingzong?" Then he was furious, and shouted at the two behind him: "Cangxuefeng Danqing, you two I’m so disappointed that this guy is going back as he lives, so what about the Heavenly Star Sect if we don’t take him down, although our Cangyun City is small, it’s not a place where mere Nascent Soul cultivators can bully us at will.”

"City Lord?"

"Father?"

Cang Xuefeng and Danqing were a little bit hesitant, if they didn't put dialect in their eyes at the beginning, after some competition they didn't have the slightest advantage, but now they put dialect on an equal footing.

How can Cang Lingzi not know the fear of the two, but the anger in his heart is even worse, and he shouted angrily: "With me here, what are you worried about, Feng Danqing, hurry up and go."

"Yes." With Cang Lingzi's words, Feng Danqing no longer hesitated, even though he urged the exercises to go towards the dialect, he who was originally worried about his beloved disciples soon showed a look of joy , the more than 20 monks who have been imprisoned in dialects have been freed from the confinement in an instant, and scattered around.

"Thank you, City Lord." The words of thanks from the rescued people around were still ringing, and Feng Danqing had already approached less than ten feet away in dialect.

"Boy, let's see how crazy you are." Without the cautiousness of throwing rats, Feng Danqing would not pay so much attention to dialects. He didn't activate any magic weapon, but only activated a fire-type kung fu to attack and kill dialects.

Looking at the flames all over the sky, they immediately surrounded the majestic dialect before, and even the Nascent Soul monks who were originally a little displeased with Feng Danqing in charge of the affairs of the city lord's mansion, including the white steward, had to admit that they were divided. The strength of the god monk is really not comparable to that of the Nascent Soul. These flames actually contain the power of the Golden Crow Extreme Flame, which is a higher-level existence than the Golden Crow True Fire. Such a powerful fire attack is the Nascent Soul. A consummated monk can't last for a moment, and it doesn't take ten breaths, it is the moment when one of them is seriously injured or even killed.

It's just that things are often unexpected. Under the unbelievable eyes of everyone, a figure wrapped in flames flickered around. I don't know what kung fu was used to resist Feng Danqing's fire attack. The Golden Crow Flame that burned everything did not achieve any effect.

"Ah?" Feng Danqing did not expect such a result. Before, it was because of the hostage in the hands of the dialect, but now there is no such fetter, but still did not defeat the dialect, but it made the distracted monk feel bad, especially Standing behind him was a city lord in the mid-stage of distraction, and Feng Danqing shouted in anger: "Danqing stays in ink, dances with fire."

With the sound of Feng Danqing's shouting, a pattern of rivers and rivers actually condensed above the illusory flames, blasting down towards the dialect below, like mountains, rivers, mountains, and steep mountains. Suddenly, everyone around felt the dignified majesty emanating from the flames, and everyone could feel that the various things condensed by those flames were not only empty and empty, but had real substance, which was better than the real one. Mountains and rivers will not be lighter, or even heavier.

A monk with a keen sense of spirituality can still feel that there is more than just the weight and coercion in the mountains of fire. If only the weight is not enough for a distracted monk to value so much, it must contain more power. These can only be felt by being in it. This is the true strength of Feng Danqing, the distracted monk. Not to mention the Nascent Soul monk, even many distracted monks can hardly say that they can withstand such a weird dual-line power bombardment.

The thing that surprised all the monks watching the battle and almost dropped their jaws suddenly appeared, and the dialect that had been sticking to it all the time suddenly roared: "Senior Cang Lingzi, if you just want to use force to suppress people, you need fellow Daoist Cangxue to do it together!" Okay, if you want to kill the junior, maybe the senior will do it himself."

Along with the sound of the dialect, there was also a loud bang, and the pictures of the mountains and rivers condensed by the flames collapsed in an instant, and turned into strands of flames flying again, but without the previous solemnity.

All the Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't help opening their mouths wide, and thoughts of horror flashed in their hearts: "Is this still a Nascent Soul cultivator? The same Nascent Soul cultivator, why is there such a big gap? The strength is too much against the sky."

Even Cangxue, Cangling, son, father and daughter who were watching the battle also showed a look of surprise, they could see it more clearly than others.

(End of this chapter)