Celestial Eyed Doctor

However, the drunk fairy's face in front of him did not show the slightest surprise and surprise. Some were just plain, and there was no wave in his deep and turbid eyes, just like a deep well, which made people unable to see the thoughts in his heart.

However, when the seven majestic palms were about to touch the drunken immortal, they did stop at this moment, as if time were at a standstill, and as if an invisible force blocked the magnificent offensive.

Immediately after, the seven majestic and vast palms collapsed one after another at this moment and finally dissipated completely. Qin Feng was surprised again by such a scene, "what?" he couldn't help rubbing his eyes. The shocking color on Qin Feng's face became stronger and stronger. He didn't expect Ju ran to be like this.

He was so arrogant that even the high-level and strong people of heaven and man had to give up and couldn't crack it out of thin air. However, the drunk immortal didn't do it at all. It seemed that he destroyed it completely with his own power, which made Qin Feng can't believe it, but Qin Feng knew that everything that happened in front of him was really true, not a dream.

"This, this, how can it be so, how can it be so? Impossible, how can it be!" whispered to himself. Qin Feng couldn't help but start to guess the identity of the drunk immortal and the realm of cultivation.

"Is it difficult that the drunken immortal is a strong person at the peak level of heaven and man? Or is it more profound and powerful than I thought?" Qin Feng didn't dare to think about it anymore. Of course, the drunken immortal didn't give Qin Feng any more opportunities to think. The next second he appeared in front of Qin Feng, and his calloused palm was so straight towards Qin Feng's shoulder.

After returning to God, Qin Feng quickly responded. Tengkai rubbed his left hand and swept towards the drunk fairy again. Seeing this, the drunk fairy didn't dodge at all. The dry and bloodless palm rubbed it and firmly stuck Qin Feng's fist, like a steel pliers, while another big hand full of calluses was already firmly on Qin Feng's shoulder.

At this moment, Qin Feng felt that the real yuan in his body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and he couldn't move at all. At this time, he wanted to move his body, but he couldn't move. It was like being fixed by someone, but it was like a huge stone weighing tens of thousands of kilograms pressed on his shoulder.

Now, Qin Feng was a little flustered. Such a strange thing made people unimaginable and shocked Qin Feng. However, before Qin Feng wanted to think about how to crack it, the drunk immortal lifted Qin Feng with one hand, and then shook Qin Feng's heavy overweight away after more than seven or eight circles in mid air.

"Dong!" after a loud noise, Qin Feng was in a herringbone shape and stuck to the ground so firmly. Now he just felt dizzy. Everything around him seemed to be divided into two. This time, Qin Feng was dumped and couldn't even stand up from the ground for a while.

"Well, why? I'm not the enemy of two moves with the realm and cultivation of the middle level of heaven and man? What kind of realm is this drunken immortal? Why does my heart feel powerless to resist?"

Just as Qin Feng was lying on the ground pondering, the drunken fairy took off the wine gourd from her waist, screwed the gourd cover, poured a few mouthfuls of liquor, and then sat down on the ground like watching a good play, sipping the wine, glancing at Qin Feng lying on the ground and laughing wildly, "Boy, what's the matter? Now regret it. You said you didn't choose the first condition and had to choose the second condition. However, your boy is OK. You can even support half a move in my hand. It's much better than those so-called Tianjiao talents."

"What? Boy, can you give me a move? If not, I'll be busy with something else!" while talking, the drunken immortal stood up from the ground, poured a few mouthfuls of liquor, and then was ready to remove the shield and leave.

Seeing this, at this moment, Qin Feng didn't know where he came from all over. The strength actually prompted him to struggle to slowly stand up from the ground and straighten his body. Qin Feng said, "why can't I, I can come again!"

Previously, the drunken immortal said that he would promise to refine the top four holy pills such as reincarnation pill as long as he had supported three moves in his hand. Now he has supported two moves and can stand up. If he gave up everything he had done before, wouldn't it be all in vain?

Qin Feng didn't want this. He immediately opened his mouth and shouted to the drunken immortal who was ready to leave.

Smelling the speech, the drunken immortal didn't look at Qin Feng. A touch of surprise flashed across his old face. Obviously, the firmness and unyielding on Qin Feng's face in front of him moved him.

Take a deep breath, and the drunken immortal said slowly, "in that case, I'll accompany you!" while talking, the drunken immortal attacked Qin Feng again, but at this time, suddenly the bright moon around Qin Feng's waist came out of its shell. At the same time, Qin Feng's whole body had derived one light white sword shadow after another out of thin air.

Obviously, at this moment, Qin Feng seems to have given birth to the idea of sword. Although it is shameless, Zui Zhongxian just said to stick to the three moves before, and didn't say that he can't use foreign objects such as sword.

So in a strict sense, Qin Feng didn't exceed the limit. After feeling the countless sword shadows coming, there was a look of surprise on the drunken immortal's face, "sword meaning? Boy, you actually made sword meaning?"

Just by feeling, the drunk immortal judged the meaning of the sword, and Qin Feng looked so young that he actually became the meaning of the sword at the age of no less than 30. Naturally, the drunk immortal was surprised. As soon as the sword idea came out, thousands of sword shadows ravaged around, and this Golden Shield like an egg shell began to shake slightly at this time, It seems that Qin Feng's sword intention will be broken and torn in the next second. In the face of so many sword shadows and Qin Feng's sword intention, there is a rare dignified look on the drunken fairy's face.

Take a deep breath. The drunken immortal put his hands together. He didn't know what he was talking about silently. He saw that countless sword shadows were broken one after another at this time. Of course, the surrounding airflow was surging. There were one sword scar after another on the ground. Each sword scar was so deep, and some missing sword shadows had invaded the drunken immortal's eyes.

In this way, with the meaning of the sword, Qin Feng stood up step by step. The bright moon in his hand was like an eye, swishing like a meteor cutting through the void, and fiercely swept towards the drunk immortal in front of him.

However, when the Haoyue sword was still a step away from the drunken immortal, it was suddenly blocked by an invisible force and could not move forward any more. At the moment, the Haoyue sword was spinning wildly, and fierce sparks were rubbed out of thin air. The invisible barrier had collapsed slowly at this time, The distance between the bright moon sword and the drunken immortal was another point.

Seeing this, the drunk immortal bent his fingers and hit the Haoyue sword with a touch of fine awn. Immediately, the whole sword body fell to the ground like a heavy blow. With a crash, thousands of white sword shadows around him were completely broken at this time.

When you look carefully, you will find that there are several more openings in the clothes of the drunken immortal, as if they were cut by some sharp weapon.

Time was quietly frozen at this moment, just like time was still. At the same time, Qin Feng knelt on one knee, sweating all over, panting heavily, and breathing hurriedly at this time. Naturally, the drunk fairy didn't take advantage of others' danger, but was a slow voice, "Boy, your sword cultivation is enough to show that you are a genius in kendo. I lost this time."

While talking, the drunk immortal immediately waved his hand, and the thick air flow around him dissipated completely, as if it had never appeared, together with the Golden Shield like an egg shell.

After hearing what Zui Zhongxian said, Qin Feng finally showed a heartfelt smile on his face. This time, he survived, which shows that the injury of Xiaolang is expected to recover.

After the golden mask dissipated, Heifeng Tianluo and Qin Feng hurried to pick Qin Feng up from the ground. Heifeng asked with concern, "brother Qin, what's the matter with you? Have you been badly hurt? But why haven't you been hurt at all!"

"Don't worry, he's just a little tired. This is Jushen pill, which can relieve fatigue. Take it and you'll be fine!" while talking, I saw that there was a round and bright pill in the drunk immortal's hand. After taking it, Heifeng stuffed it into Qin Feng's mouth without thinking about it.

As soon as the pill entered the body, the fatigue all over his body really dissipated quickly. More than that, Qin Feng also felt a very comfortable feeling. Thousands of pores in his body seemed to be soaking in hot springs. This feeling was different but comfortable. Take a deep breath. Qin Feng looked at the drunk immortal from behind. "Thank you for giving the pill."

"It doesn't matter!" he waved his hand slightly. He was so drunk that he didn't care.

"By the way, brother Qin, what's the result? Can this pill be refined?" immediately, Heifeng asked the key point. Before Qin Feng spoke, the drunk immortal laughed, "This boy is very tenacious and has strong willpower. He can survive three moves in my hands. He is a rare genius. What I said earlier is arithmetic. I will help you refine it."

After saying these words, the drunken immortal swept to Qin Feng again, "boy, you have clear bones and good roots. You are a rare Wizard of cultivation. You must be wonderful in the future, but you will encounter many difficulties and even disasters on the way to growth. Aren't you going to worship a master first? I'm the best choice!"

After saying these words half jokingly, the drunk immortal looked at Qin Feng so quietly and smelled the speech. Qin Feng smiled bitterly, "Master, I Qin Feng still said that I'd rather be a wolf galloping around the world than a lion that can only survive on the grassland. I Qin Feng's kindness, but I Qin Feng don't like to be restrained and don't want to give others a handle. Besides, I Qin someone had a master before. Where can I worship others as a teacher again? Isn't this tantamount to violating common morality?"

Seeing Qin Feng saying this, it's hard for the drunk immortal to force his mouth. Instead, he took a token like thing completely forged from black iron from his waist and handed it to Qin Feng. "This black iron token has my breath on it. You can wear it on your body. If there is any danger in the future, I can feel it in an instant. It's my treasure."

"Master, this..." hearing the speech, Qin Feng didn't know what to say for a while, and Qin Feng always didn't like to owe people. Seeing Qin Feng still wanted to refuse, the drunk immortal immediately showed a touch of unhappiness on his face. "Boy, if you accept it, you can accept it. If you are like this, I won't refine it for you."