Chapter 890 People From the Tianlong Cult
Chapter 890: People of Tianlong Sect
After a long time, all the energy in the meridians was replenished, and Zhang Xiaohua poked her head out of the rocks and walked to Xi Mujun's body.
The look on his face is very strange
That face was far from the joy of killing the opponent, nor the ease of preserving one's identity as an Immortal Qi Refiner; instead, there was a kind of solemnity, a kind of caution, and a kind of lingering fear.
Indeed, the battle just now was thrilling. It was the most dangerous and lucky battle in Zhang Xiaohua's life. The opponent was just a disciple at the pinnacle of martial arts in Ruijin Palace. He was forced to have no way out. If not for the last chance, He took out the small mirror whose function was unknown, and this small mirror miraculously reflected the electric light of Zi Fengchai back, and happened to hit Xi Mujun's head. The one standing here still panting, who didn't know yet? who
The low-key Zhang Xiaohua once again realized the essence of these two words. That day, he was forced to fight back by Xi Mujun's sword in front of Mo Yu Palace. Although there was no expression on his face, he just looked at death as if he were going home, but he was still dissatisfied in his heart. He It is really a shame that he is an Immortal Qigator, but he is forced by martial arts people. If he had not been unable to use Immortal Magical Powers in front of the leader, he would have taken action to show Xi Mujun's appearance. From then on, until today, Zhang Xiaohua did not regard Xi Mujun as a real opponent, thinking that he, like Yue Zhuoqun, would not be his enemy with three moves.
However, the experience of escaping from a tiger's mouth just now made him suddenly realize that although the magical powers of immortality are powerful and the methods of martial arts are amazing, after all, he has only practiced for five years. And what about Xi Mujun? It will be at least thirty years. Judging from the time alone, even if I am trying to catch up, I will not be able to catch up.
Moreover, judging from Xi Mujun's skillful control of the Purple Phoenix Chai, although the Purple Phoenix Chai is a magic weapon of the Immortal Dao, it is the Immortal Dao Qi Practitioners like Zhang Xiaohua who can use it easily and its power is pure. However, people say that Xiang Cult is an Immortal Dao. Although the vast majority of disciples of this great sect cannot cast immortal magic, the senior masters of the Xiang Sect have long ago tried their best to find a way to use martial arts techniques to drive the magic weapons of the immortal way. In addition, these techniques have been developed over thousands of years. Thousands of times of hard work makes it even more effective and perfect. In contrast, although Zhang Xiaohua is a pure Immortal Qigong Practitioner, he is just a monk on the way, and he is self-taught and enlightened. Although he has a solid foundation, he lacks systematic learning and comprehensive guidance.
Not to mention the magic weapon, Zhang Xiaohua just relied on the lack of spiritual awareness of others, and picked it up all the way, just like picking up rags, and found the magic weapon left behind when the immortal path was annihilated from the many rags; and Xi Mujun , but what he held in his hand was the countless magic weapons of Chuanxiang Sect, the power of which was unknown to be much stronger than what Zhang Xiaohua held. Now that I think about it, not to mention the small mirror, the Red Spirit Protector may have been an unknown item from the Incense Sect thousands of years ago, and was thrown into the Qiankun Hall after many twists and turns.
After feeling that Xi Mujun had the advantage of being a master, Zhang Xiaohua took a long breath and shook his head slightly. All his previous battles were basically one-sided. As long as Zhang Xiaohua took out his magic weapon and found a magical power that no one else could match, he would achieve immediate results. But in this battle,
Although Xi Mujun used martial arts techniques, looking at the whole process, it was a duel with immortal powers, which was completely different from what Zhang Xiaohua had encountered before.
Apart from anything else, Zhang Xiaohua's only impression of this immortal fight was that it was fast and brutal.
In martial arts fighting, in addition to fists and feet, that is, a series of weapons such as swords and sticks. The two people use their internal strength and compete with each other. There is always a fighting process. In comparison, the fighting in Xiandao seems to be much faster. , for example, just now, for just a moment, Xi Mujun was injured by the small mirror in Zhang Xiaohua's hand without paying attention; as for the tragedy, it was even more so, the magical weapon used in the fight between hearts and minds was extremely powerful, and only one electric light, It can kill Xi Mujun, a great master of martial arts, instantly, almost without the ability to fight back.
The rivers and lakes under the Immortal Way are such strange rivers and lakes! Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but feel a little fascinated. During the fight, magic weapons must be flying around, colorful. Well, I guess the flying swords are also flying around. Maybe someone will do the same. Smash it with something as big as a mountain... Then wouldn't it become the legendary overwhelming force?
It's just that the fighting scene is beautiful, but... the ending may also be miserable. Look at Xi Mujun, who was chasing me just now. Now he is... a headless dead man, just because of an inconspicuous person. small mirror.
At this time, the small mirror had been put into Zhang Xiaohua's purse. It was very solemn. This thing had not been sacrificed yet, and it immediately saved Zhang Xiaohua's life. Needless to say, it was definitely a good thing.
Zhang Xiaohua thought about the "friendship" she had just fought with Xi Mujun, and sighed about the difference between immortality and martial arts. She reached into her arms and took out a fresh attack jade talisman, shaking her hand. , just threw it on Xi Mujun's body, a wisp of fire came out, and slowly burned the dead body, turning it into a handful of dust, scattered between the sky and the earth.
Look at the ground. Apart from the primeval stone and the purple phoenix hairpin that fell to the ground just now, there is still a palm-sized triangular, dark sign on the ground, as well as a fist-sized animal head paperweight. Zhang Xiaohua did not go up, only put his hand With one move, the two things flew into his hands. Zhang Xiaohua first looked at the triangular sign and swept it away with his spiritual consciousness. There were some obscure fluctuations, which were different from his identity card. Zhang Xiaohua felt relieved. Put it into the money bag, and look at the paperweight again. The same is true. However, the fluctuations it emits are very mixed, and there is an indescribable feeling. It is a magic weapon anyway, so Zhang Xiaohua doesn't mind, so he accepts it.
Finally, Zhang Xiaohua turned his eyes to the purple phoenix hairpin that had fallen on the grass and almost killed him just now. He was not in a hurry to pick it up, but first took out the purple phoenix hairpin from Yue Zhuoqun from his arms. Frowning and checking it carefully with his spiritual consciousness, he was very surprised. There was obviously a restriction on this purple phoenix hairpin and he couldn't drive it. Why could Xi Mujun be able to drive it with just a piece of Yuan Stone? Very puzzled, Zhang Xiaohua also picked up the purple phoenix hairpin on the ground. Sure enough, it was the same as the one in Zhang Xiaohua's hand and could not be controlled directly.
"Oh, Disciple Xi, you really died too early. If you can use your ** finger, I would like to know the secret." Zhang Xiaohua shook his head slightly, put the two purple phoenix hairpins into his arms, and used that piece. Zhang Xiaohua accepted half of the Yuan Stone without politeness. Although after checking it, he knew that it was far inferior to his own small Yuan Stone, but after all, it was better than nothing. Zhang Xiaohua could not throw it away.
"Ouch" Zhang Xiaohua suddenly remembered: "Xi Mujun followed him from behind and stabbed Huanhuan to death when he entered the swamp, right?"
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohua immediately ran away against the wind and headed straight for the mountain road. He just ran away in a hurry, how could he know the direction? It was troublesome to look for it at this time. After looking for the direction, Zhang Xiaohua was walking half a stick of incense and didn't know where he touched it. He was about to stop and look, but suddenly he became alert and his body fell sharply. It fell to the ground like a stone, and the figure did not stay. It instantly escaped into the ground. After waiting for a while, a small head appeared beside a stream.
This is a small stream, coming from the west and gurgling to the east. Beside the stream, between two big trees, there is a man in blue clothes and a bamboo hat, standing quietly.
"Huh? Who is this person? Looking at his clothes, it seems that he is not an inner disciple of Ruijin Palace. Could it be that he is a subordinate of Spring Equinox and Jingzhe?" Zhang Xiaohua frowned and thought: "Whoever he is, left and right... Ouch , that’s not right, I am now a disciple of the Dharma Protector of Chuanxiang Sect. When I see such a situation, even if I don’t care about it, there is nothing wrong with listening to it.”
Zhang Xiaohua gave up the idea of leaving and just hid aside, spying secretly.
It was another time to burn incense, but the man still stood quietly, not moving. Zhang Xiaohua was almost impressed by his self-cultivation: "Needless to say, it must have been when I was young, and I didn't care, and was beaten by Mr. I'm used to being punished, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand still like this."
Just as he was thinking about it, another disciple with similar clothes came from a distance and also performed Qinggong. However, Zhang Xiaohua looked familiar to this clothes. It was exactly the clothes that Lu Lihong, the outstanding disciple of Tuodan Hall, later wore in Wuming Hall. Needless to say, Yes, this person must be an outer disciple of Wuming Hall.
Although the Wumingtang disciple is still far away, judging from the figure performing Qinggong, he is much taller than Lu Lihong. He should be a somewhat famous disciple of Wumingtang.
Sure enough, when the disciple came closer, the man in green turned his head with a smile and said in a loud voice: "Senior Brother Guan, it's been a long time since I last saw you. My martial arts has improved by leaps and bounds again."
Senior Brother Guan frowned, stopped, looked around, seemed to be observing, and then said in a reproachful tone: "Junior Brother Cheng, you don't need to be so loud when you welcome me."
"Hehe" said Junior Brother Cheng with a smile: "Senior Brother Guan is still as cautious as ever. No wonder he is able to thrive in Wu Ming Hall, which makes me really envious."
"Every place has its own benefits. How can Wumingtang, a place of right and wrong, be as comfortable and leisurely as Junior Brother Cheng's Shuyutang?"
"Shu Yutang?" Junior Brother Cheng said with a wry smile: "Senior Brother Guan doesn't mention Shu Yutang, so I feel better. As soon as Shu Yutang is mentioned, I don't get angry at all."
"I remember that when I came to spread the Incense Cult, I heard the name of Shuyu Hall was so nice that I chose this place. Who would have thought that it was actually a place where jade was mined. I... I actually worked as a miner for many years."
"Hahaha." Senior Brother Guan also laughed: "Junior Brother Cheng, don't worry. We were not all young back then. We thought a lot. Since the King of Heaven asked us to come, we would come. As for what we do, it's not all Generally? They all work for the King?"
"King of Heaven???" Zhang Xiaohua, who was stealing next to him, was stunned: "My dear, I met someone from the Tianlong Sect."
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