Where the Fairy Way

Chapter 302

No matter how you ask, Cheng Qingbi bites her tongue and doesn't say anything, Fang Ya has no choice but to let her go, Lan Yun sees the guests back, sees her like that, just treats her as having some children's business, just laughs it off, Did not delve into it.

"Senior sister, seeing this Sang Yun, I don't know why, and suddenly I feel a little scared. I don't know how many hidden people like her are in this Xingchen Market." Lu Jueyin who came out looked at the shops in the square, I always feel that each has its own background.

"Haha, don't make me laugh, okay? Can the Sang family be the same? For thousands of years, the Sang family, including Sang Yun, has only appeared in front of the world twice. If we don't talk about it, who knows the magic pill A person who can't even practice well will be a master of the hidden world." Wu Qing looked at Lu Jueyin, and it was even more funny, "The family motto of the Sang family, it is said that they are not born in the Yuanying, and they are not allowed to be born. A hidden family like this , has its advantages as well as its disadvantages. It has been passed down for so long. Have you not seen that there are only four members of the Sang family? It is said that thousands of years ago, because of some grievances, one member of the Sang family, Sang Yushu, was wiped out. The eight villages in Tianying Mountain disappeared from the eyes of the world at a glance, and the Sang family was not prosperous at that time, but now, it is even more difficult."

"That's such a pity. That day, Sang Yun was able to switch freely among the Bee Demon, and his pursuit speed seemed to be no less than the short-distance teleportation of the Bee Demon. Although his talent was very high, he had to be limited to a small I am afraid that it will be difficult to become a Nascent Soul. If she can let go of everything and come to Mufu with us to take a chance, maybe the road to success is not out of the question." Lu Jueyin just kept thinking for Lan Yun protest against an injustice.

"Sang's family is definitely not the only one in such a hidden family. They are afraid that the family will become smaller and be annexed by others, and they are also afraid of entering the sect and being assimilated by others. She must have known the final outcome. You didn't read it, we said When she cultivated her experience, did her eyes shine brightly? In the future, if you have time, if you can mention some, you can mention some, such a person will not owe anyone favors." Wu Qing's eyes flashed, "Look at her The bone age is not very old, I am afraid that it will hit the middle stage of alchemy, and in the future, it may become the second Nascent Soul cultivator of the Sang family who can come out and walk."

Lu Jueyin nodded, she couldn't bear to look at her savior, who wasted such a great aptitude, if she hadn't come over at that time, she wouldn't be able to hold on for long, looking at the bones of her hands, it seemed to be hurting again, Shaking his head, he shook off the hallucination, "Uncle Master wants us to look at the people of Nanwang Shuiyue Sect for a while, why?"

Wu Qing gave her a white look, "Didn't you read the jade slips sent by the Foreign Affairs Hall today? That fellow Shui Ling who wiped out the four immortals of the Black Demon Meishan also came to the Star Market with her two senior sisters. The Black Demon Because of her, I heard that the Eighteen Sons of Fox Mountain have been dispatched, if something happens to them on our territory, we may not be able to explain it to people from the Shuiyue Sect in the future."

"Ah, the Eighteenth Son of Fox Mountain, the black devil's skill is really big."

"Isn't it possible? That Shui Ling'er basically killed the other three immortals in an instant, and the four elephants made a decisive decision. Even if we are the top ten people in the east to the knot, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it. Eighteen sons of Hushan, Hmph! It's just a false name, and it's still uncertain who will die." Wu Qing was annoyed when she thought of this, because she was afraid that the Eighteen Sons of Fox Mountain would make trouble in Xingchen Market, and she couldn't go back to take a good rest.

As soon as the two turned to another street, they noticed a violent aura coming from Xianheju from a distance. Several monks rushed out one after another. Among them, a woman, looking at her clothes from a distance, should be a member of the Shuiyue Sect. The two were shocked and hurried over.

A long cyan silk was wrapped around it while flying, and the one who rushed over first, the monk wrapped in black, sneered at the corner of the monk's mouth. For a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, even if he is tied up, can he break his protective aura?
He didn't care about the long silk at all, and was about to kill her with a claw. From the beginning, Nangongjing, except for her complexion, was not afraid. Head, like a bone-biting snake, inserted into the monk's dantian with a 'pooh' sound. Immediately afterwards, Nangongjing avoided another monk who followed, and swung her left hand, and the long silk was stirred back and forth in the monk's body .

"Ah, sixth brother, seventh brother, tenth brother, thirteenth brother, avenge me." The monk who fell to the ground covered in blood rushed out of a phantom of the primordial spirit, and when he saw his body, his face was full of resentment, and he rushed towards him. The four who rushed out shouted.

The old man who was avoided by Nangongjing, with one hand, a giant cauldron-like thing, appeared out of thin air, and turned towards Nangongjing slowly and quickly. It blocked all her escape routes, no matter which direction she went, the giant cauldron seemed to be there.

"Die." Another black-clothed monk slapped his palm, and a phantom of a giant palm appeared in the sky and pressed down. The speed was so fast that the air could hear the sound of cracking.

Nangongjing gritted her silver teeth, her body turned like a spinning top, and rushed straight to the giant palm that was pressing on her. Amidst the piercing sound of drilling, the monk, with a muffled grunt, rushed out of Nangongjing surrounded by the giant cauldron, and her face turned pale.

A scimitar appeared in the hands of another monk. About two miles away from the street, a monk from the Shuiyue Sect rushed forward with a cruel smile on his face. The scimitar flicked towards Nangong Jing, wanting to kill her her disciple.

Only then did the monks around come to their senses, but the ones standing here are not high-level. It is impossible to help Nangongjing stop the scimitar. Lu Jueyin and Wu Qing's complexions are not good. For a few moments, I could only watch Nangong Jing die on the long street.

A light shield, as if prepared for a long time, floated out from Nangongjing's body, tightly blocking the scimitar, the monk was about to increase his strength, and when he slashed towards Nangongjing, his eyes lit up, and a woman seemed angry. Standing in front of him with resentment, when he realized that this was the Shuiyue sect member, it was already too late, his neck felt cold, and he saw blood spurting from his neck, and he instantly entered the darkness, when he died He was still thinking, why they just came to kill a little foundation builder, and the soul of the old eleven could escape, but he was beheaded with his soul and body.

The scimitar that lost its owner fell to the ground with a mournful cry. Nangongjing licked the blood from her lips. Seeing the three black-clothed monks who were fighting with Gu Feiyu, she flipped her hand, and a talisman appeared in her hand , Without even thinking about it, he patted on the outermost monk.

"What a fast footwork. Although it can't catch up with Sang Yun's, it's not far behind." Lu Jueyin who rushed over was finally relieved to see that the people of Shuiyuezong were fine. I am very envious of the speed. That Fellow Daoist Gu was farther away than her and Senior Sister Wu Qing at that time, but now Nangong Jing can keep up with the four wrestlers at the level of the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and accurately place the talisman Hitting the enemy, just this, she must be the leader of the new generation of Shuiyuezong.

After a roar, the human-shaped wooden sticks that had been blasted into a pile of scorched corpses fell down.

Without the support of a monk, Gu Feiyu's movements became faster and faster. The blue light of the Tianji sword was in the middle of the two, erratic, always appearing in directions they could not imagine, and he blocked it twice. The two looked at each other and fled in opposite directions.

The corner of Gu Feiyu's mouth was slightly raised, and he made a move to the right. One of the monks who fled south seemed to have bumped into her flying sword, and quickly ran away from the headless corpse. After sprinkling nearly [-] meters of blood, he fell limply to the ground. .

Gu Feiyu didn't even look at the monk's appearance. He stepped out and followed the monk fleeing north. Another flying sword took shape in his hand, and he slashed it down. At this moment, Lin Qing was standing on the North Street, Watching the monk fly wildly for less than ten meters, split into two halves and fall.

On the south street, Shui Ling'er walked up to the headless corpse, sucked her right hand, and she grabbed two storage bags in her hand, "Senior Sister Gu, Jing'er, you two are alright."

Nangongjing shook her head and swallowed a elixir, "It's okay, fortunately Master Gu arrived early."

Lin Qing watched Gu Feiyu put away all the storage bags on the ground, and flicked an ice pick at the phantom of the primordial spirit who was about to escape. In the transparent ice pick the size of a mirror, the phantom of the primordial spirit was still in a panic. Like this, it fell to the ground with a 'snap' and fell to pieces.

"Jing'er, you are unresponsive. You are not as good as Ding Shu in the sect. If she was here, you would not need a talisman at all. What about the sword that the sect gave you later? With a sword in your hand, I have it in the world, and I will stay here for a long time You can't even use a sword, if you go back to the sect and your master scolds me, I can't spare you."

Nangong Jing's heart trembled. At that time, she really didn't dare to draw the sword, fearing that he would escape, so she used the talisman, "My disciple is wrong."

Lin Qing glared at her, "In a few years, Yetan will be stronger than you, go back and reflect on yourself."

"Senior Sister, Jing'er is already pretty good." Gu Feiyu felt that if Nangong Jing hadn't killed the cultivator with a talisman, she would have spent more effort.

"I haven't talked about you yet, but you should intercede for her first. You don't know how to fight in close combat. How does Senior Sister Qin teach you? Isn't it just spattering some blood? Your clothes are so expensive, don't tell me Me, you are the same as Hatsune, just one set of clothes? Even if it’s only one set of clothes, you can’t ink it. If we don’t come, or if we can’t catch up, they will come out a few more. You want to die, if you die , I won’t be able to live in Bingfengya when I go back.” Seeing Gu Feiyu, Lin Qing was even angrier, is there such a person?Actually, for the sake of looking good, whether she can kill her or not, she insists on waiting for them to escape in the ink blot, and if there is an emergency, Qin Meng can kill her alive when she goes back.

Gu Feiyu looked down at his clothes, and lamented in his heart, "Senior Sister Yuelin, I was wrong. Didn't I see you coming? I promise, there will be no next time, and you will definitely not have to live in Bingfengya."

Hearing her last sentence, Lin Qing kicked her, and she dodged to hide behind Shui Ling'er, and secretly tugged her, Shui Ling'er was helpless, "Senior Sister, Sister Gu's overall performance is not bad, this is the street, go back, what do you want?" If you punish her, I will support you."

(End of this chapter)