Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 145.
"What a thief, you actually killed Nephew Yu!" Yu Dehai yelled loudly. As soon as he came out of the sword array, the wind was bleak, and people outside could only see a cloud of mist covering Mo Xian. He was obviously the one who killed Nephew Yu. But he hit a palladium.

Mo Xian's anger rose in his heart, he didn't speak, and drew a talisman in the sky. In an instant, black winds rose up, and the darkness merged, gathering into cloudy thunder beads, which turned slightly, and exploded.

A group of green flames exploded in the gray mist like a volcano. The Shark Tooth Sword was drawn into the green flames. Yu Dehai seemed to be slammed by someone, his face flushed. Rolled up and engulfed him all at once.

He yelled, and flew out with green flames on his body. Jindan's cultivation was not a joke, he didn't die, even though he was seriously injured.

But Mo Xian would not let him go, the Yin Talisman Sword turned into a sword light, dazzling his eyes, he could no longer avoid it, screamed in horror, split into two pieces, and fell from the air.

The other monk's face changed, and he raised his head and flew down without turning his head. Mo Xian glanced at it indifferently, and then used the golden light method to go in the direction of Liyu.

Mo Xian did not catch up with Liyu, and Mo Xian guessed that he changed his way, so he didn't care. When he arrived at Jianshan Island, ordinary people on this island knew some things about cultivation, but due to various reasons, they didn't get started.

Mo Xian arrived at the teahouse agreed with Li Yu, but Li Yu didn't come, Mo Xian didn't know what happened to him, but he just met by chance, he didn't care, he sat there, ordered a pot of tea, but his ears were pricked up stand up.

He is here, and he is not familiar with the place, so he listens first and then talks.

"Boss Peng, why didn't your brother Song Laosan come?" There were three people sitting at the next table, one with his arms open, and the other two dressed casually, but they all carried swords, not ordinary swords. It's a magic weapon. The man with his arms open puts his sword on the table. It looks like he is Boss Peng. The other two are carrying swords. When Mo Xian passed his eyes, they had Qiankun bags on their bodies, but they were carrying swords. , a bit of a sword cultivator's posture.

"He went back and got Lizhu in Lizhu Island, so he happened to go back and get married." Boss Peng said.

"When will you get married? It's so difficult that you want to marry Fairy Piaoyun?" The person who said it was obviously joking.

Another person said: "Fairy Piaoyun is so fucking beautiful. If I can get her favor, I'd be willing to die."

"Forget it, just these two things, if Fairy Piaoyun takes a fancy to you, you probably won't be able to live until now." Boss Peng said frivolously.

Their words turned to women. Mo Xian was not interested. He was interested in the East China Sea Alliance and the owner of Taiping Island, but they didn't mention a word. Mo Xian also knew that about the East China Sea Alliance and Taiping Island. Pass so fast.

Mo Xian bottomed out a pot of tea, but before Liyu came, he left by himself, and he met Liyu by chance.

As he walked, he saw that practitioners on this island were with mortals, and mortals would also get the resources needed by practitioners. Generally, they would sell the shops opened with practitioners on the island, and some people set up stalls. Some practitioners, There are also ordinary people. Ordinary people sell some raw materials, while practitioners sell a lot more things, such as talismans, magic tools, spiritual pets, etc., and some even sell cultivation methods.

What surprised him was that the practitioners on the island were basically Taoist practitioners, and there were very few Buddhist practitioners. In the whole street, he only saw one person, who was dressed as a Toutuo, but he was selling Buddha statues here. Mo Xian could tell , the Buddha statue has been consecrated, but basically no one asked.

As he was walking, suddenly there was a rush of movement in front of him, and everyone ran to that side. Mo Xian grabbed someone casually and asked, "Brother, what happened in front?"

"The two got into a fight, in order to win Fairy Piaoyun's favor." The man was caught by Mo Xian's arm, and he couldn't break free after struggling. He gave Mo Xian a blank look and said.

This was the second time Mo Xian had heard about Fairy Piaoyun, so he couldn't help being curious, let go of his hand, followed the crowd out of the small town, and came to a mound outside the city.

Two monks are confronting each other, both of them are talented, one is dressed in white and the other is elegant in green. Both of them are carrying swords. Mo Xian can see that although their swords are in their sheaths, they are connected with the sharpness of their swords. Mo Xian was taken aback for a moment, thoughtful.

He has seen three unknown people, that is, in the teahouse, carrying swords on their backs, and now the two are carrying swords on their backs. These two people are much stronger than the previous people, and they are all carrying swords, like A quack is rare, he can be seventy to eighty percent sure, there must be a sect around here, with a sword on his back.

"Young Master Ling, today we are competing here, and those who lose will withdraw from the pursuit of Fairy Piaoyun!" said the man in white.

"Okay! Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow."

Mo Xian didn't ask, there were a lot of people at the scene, and he soon figured out that the two men in white were called Lin Fu, and the one in green was called Ling Feng, and they were both disciples of a nearby school of Yujian Pavilion. It's not big, only a few hundred people. It's an inconspicuous school. The practice in the school combines magic weapons and swordsmanship. They don't like to call themselves practitioners, but they put chivalry first.

But Yu Jiange produced a beauty named Piaoyun Fairy, who is both tall and beautiful, and as a result, many things were caused, and people often fought for her.

When Mo Xian learned the truth, he couldn't help laughing. It turned out that it was for the beauty, but let's see how Yu Jiange's swordsmanship is.

Lin Fu made a tactic in his hand, shouted, and raised the sword on his back in response to the sound, hanging above his head, the tip of the sword pointed at Ling Feng, Ling Feng did not show any weakness, and similarly hung the sword above his head.

"It's interesting." Mo Xian thought to himself, he saw that this was a way of controlling the sword, and the sword should be specially refined, similar to a magic weapon.

The two of them pointed at each other, and the sword turned into a horse, flying all over the sky. Mo Xian could see that, unlike magic weapons, swords had sword techniques, and each blow had rules. This was similar to sword cultivators, but the sword Self-cultivation Qi and the sword combined, but the two of them urged the sword through the sword formula and controlled every blow.

Mo Xian looked at it for a while, then shook his head. Among the monks of the same level, these two people can only be regarded as upper-middle, not outstanding, and they have too many swordsmanship tricks.

Mo Xian forgot that he was well-informed and practiced the white ape sword technique, so he had a high vision, and these two people were only within the radius of this island, so they were naturally much worse than Mo Xian.

Mo Xian watched for a while, lost interest, the two were still competing, the sword moves were stacked, and they were very beautiful, but Mo Xian found no less than five flaws, as soon as he drew the sword, the two of them would probably give heads.

Mo Xian didn't look at it. Amid the applause from others, he returned to the city, planning to spend the night in the city and leave the next morning.

He went back to the teahouse and stayed for the whole afternoon, Liyu still didn't come, Mo Xian didn't care, but the tea guest brought the news of the duel between the two, and finally Lingfeng won with a single sword advantage.

Mo Xian left Jianshan Island early the next morning. As he was walking, he saw the man in green shirt Ling Feng and a group of people in front of him. Mo Xian swiftly brushed past them.

But when they heard a sentence, they went to Donglin Island to ask the owner of the island for a red fruit, and gave it to Fairy Piaoyun, Mo Xian just smiled, it was none of his business.

Mo Xian went away in an instant, "Who is that person? He disappeared so quickly." Ling Feng said, Mo Xian went to the east, which happened to be almost the same as their route.

"Shall we go after it?" asked one.

"Can you catch up?" said another.

Mo Xian passed by, and after walking not far away, he saw someone fighting in front of him. A beautiful woman was commanding a sword, struggling left and right, and the three people around her, with obvious frivolous expressions, were commanding the magic weapon. Not in a hurry.

Seeing someone coming, the woman was overjoyed and hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Daoist, please save the little girl!"

Before Mo Xian could answer, one of the three pointed at the gold brick in the air and threw it at Mo Xian. It seemed that Mo Xian's arrival ruined their good deed.

When Mo Xian thought about it, the Yin Talisman sword behind his back rang out, turning into a condensed white light, soaring into the sky, with a soft "chuo", the gold brick split into two halves, the aura suddenly disappeared, and it fell down, and that The man seemed to have been punched, and his face turned pale.Of course it's uncomfortable if the divine consciousness in the magic weapon is broken.

Mo Xian struck out with a sword, and at the same time, his body appeared in front of him like a ghost. He was shocked, and immediately activated the body protection technique. A layer of yellow light shrouded his body. Maybe he couldn't resist the magic weapon, but Mo Xian didn't Instead, he punched him in the head.

He put his hands into the pockets with his protective body, with a smirk on his face, as if he had seen Mo Xian die under his hands, he was confident that he could resist Mo Xian's blow, and then, the magic weapon was activated.

Before he finished thinking, Mo Xian's punch with the power of a dragon had already smashed through his body-protecting divine light, and hit his head. The head shattered like a ripe watermelon, and the headless corpse fell from the sky. Going down, Mo Xian put one hand around the waist of the corpse, and the Qiankun bag fell into his hand.

Mo Xian's ferocity made the other two tremble, but Mo Xian took a step back, the Yin Talisman sword in the sky turned into a brilliance, and with a sound of "Zheng", it was put into the sheath.

Those two people left the battlefield and looked at Mo Xian warily, while the woman looked at Mo Xian with surprise.

Ling Feng waited for a group of people to catch up. When Ling Feng saw the two people facing each other, he was overjoyed when he saw them, and immediately shouted: "Fairy Piaoyun, you are here!"

Mo Xian suddenly realized that this woman was Piaoyun Fairy, so he couldn't help taking another look. This woman had an unusually charming face, a high chest, a waist as thin as a willow, round buttocks, a light pink dress, and a pair of watery eyes. Peach blossom eyes, looking around, it gives people the feeling that she is looking at me, she is a stunner.

When those two people saw someone coming again, they glanced at each other and were about to leave, Fairy Piaoyun yelled, "Don't let these two people go!"

When Ling Yun's gang heard this, they immediately surrounded them like Feng Lunyin. They were about to leave when they were already surrounded by everyone. They knew that if they didn't work hard, they would be here today.

Mo Xian didn't move, which gave the two of them a glimmer of hope. They cared about Mo Xian, so they secretly paid attention to Mo Xian's every move.

(End of this chapter)