Chapter 531 Ancient Qigong Practitioner

Just flick the flying sword with your hands?

Is that human being!

At this moment, thoughts like this popped up in the hearts of everyone who saw the scene just now.

The world recognizes that the flying sword is the sharpest and most powerful thing of its level, and this fierce sword pill also defeated the "Jeuxe" Chang Huan and the female crown of Feixiamen who can swallow sword pills. Its grade is not It goes without saying!

There is no fluctuation in the Taoist magic... the female crown with a sharp aura thought to herself.

His right hand is full of life, it is not a mechanism for transformation! Chang Huan held his breath.

The two subconsciously glanced at each other and saw the meaning in each other's eyes. The young man in a green robe with a gentle and leisurely smile deflected a very good-grade ferocious flying sword with all his physical strength. There was no trace of it on his fingers. The scars seem to be lifted with ease, but also as if they are really so easy!

Is that human being?

The eyes of these two powerful men with noble status in the eyes of ordinary people were also dull, and they almost suspected that this was a ferocious beast wearing human skin!

How could the human race resist the flying sword without relying on external objects and Taoism? No, the flying sword could be flicked away with just one finger!

The passengers looked at Meng Qi who was smiling and Jiang Zhiwei who was holding back laughter, and then looked at the extremely desolate red sword pill on the ground, feeling like they were in a myth and legend.

Meng Qi patted the hem of his clothes and said with a smile: "Uncle Chang, if you haven't put away the sword pill yet, such a fierce thing needs to be sealed."

For him, the best situation is to follow Xie Xian into Yongzhou City in a low-key manner, find underground forces, get a false identity, then integrate into this place, figure out the situation, sell unique items to the outside, and then sell the scarce things Transport it in, gradually expand your power, make huge profits, and obtain heavenly materials and earthly treasures. There is no need to yell "rob" like Zeluoju did, provoking the pursuit of the powerful in this world, and wasting the opportunity.

This was a mature way to seek a country, but Meng Qi didn't expect that the man in the sword box was so evil because of the flying sword. If he didn't take action, Xie Xian would inevitably be killed on the spot, so he finally chose to flick the flying sword away and throw stones to ask for directions!

And how could Zhiwei be bothered with this kind of thing about appearing holy in front of people?

I am so considerate of others!

The smile and calm words broke the freeze in the carriage. The female crown of Feixiamen quickly put away the fierce sword pill that had lost its arrogance and banned it again.

The rest of the people woke up from their dream-like state, but the more they woke up, the more unbelievable the scene just happened was, and they couldn't help but murmur again:

Are you a human?

Chang Huan restrained his emotions and raised his hands: "I wonder what I call this friend? I am always Zhou Changhuan."

The color of his left hand is slightly veneer, like a wood carving.

Meng Qi returned the greeting: "My lord Su Meng, this is my cousin Jiang Zhiwei. Our brothers and sisters are islanders of the South China Sea, but our ancestors are from the Yongzhou people. A few years ago, we accidentally received the inheritance from the ancient Qi practitioners and developed a set of skills. Due to long-term admiration for Zhongzhong, The land is prosperous, the Mo Palace is magical, and the Immortal Sect is free and happy. I want to find some wealth."

"Ancient Qi Practitioner?"

"The inheritance of Qi Practitioners!"

Voices blurted out one after another, full of shock. Most of the passengers had just learned what a Qi Practitioner was from Ouyang Zheng's chat, but they met one right away?

Is this a symbol of warriors’ ability to communicate with gods?

No wonder the physical body can fight with flying swords!

They were half surprised and half surprised, and the few men with knives and swords sitting in the car behind were even more excited, excited and worried at the same time.

They are three men and two women, all in their twenties, full of energy, ordinary appearance, a bit weathered, and obviously not living a very good life.

Qi practitioner? Is he really an ancient Qi practitioner?

I was disappointed because the Qi Practitioner was inherited from the demon-challenged land, but who knew that things would soon turn around!

Chang Huan and Feixia Clan's female crown obviously know something about the ancient Qi practitioners. It doesn't seem to be a strange thing for someone to get the long-cut inheritance. Listening to his words, there are good birds choosing a tree to live in and joining the forces of one party. I mean, he is not the kind of lunatic who tries to overthrow Mo Palace and the Immortal Sect when he gets a chance.

With his performance of deflecting flying swords, who wouldn't want such a protector?

Chang Huan suppressed his surprise: "It turns out that Su Xiaoyou has the inheritance of ancient Qi practitioners. No wonder his physical body is so powerful that it can be compared to a flying sword. Yongzhou is not far from here. I wonder if I can treat you as a guest?"

"That's exactly what I meant." Meng Qi replied with a smile.

Looking at the handsome and handsome young man in front of them, Xie Xian and Ouyang Zheng had been in shock, and they finally came to their senses at this time.

No wonder he dares to call himself the evil nemesis!

Even flying swords can't hurt his fur!

Ouyang Zheng was ashamed and annoyed, but he was also deeply impressed by the scene of the white and strong hands flicking away the flying sword. He just felt that a man in this world could show off his abilities like this!

The ancient Qi practitioner truly deserves his reputation!

He was a little excited for a moment.

Like him, Xie Xian increasingly felt that Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei were gods.

Chang Huan took out an object from the storage bag, which creaked and turned into a device that resembled a shield or a turtle. Then he sat on the back of the turtle with his big horse and golden sword, motioning for Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei to sit down as well, chatting with them. got up and deliberately mentioned the South China Sea Islands.

Because he and Nu Guan were here, the warriors behind him did not dare to come over. They could only watch and listen from a distance, with expressions that alternated between excitement and worry.

Meng Qi talked eloquently, describing the island where he was located in the depths of the South China Sea, and he was familiar with the ocean scenery and strange creatures. Jiang Zhiwei was stunned for a moment.

When did the little monk go to sea?

All he had to do was watch popular science films, hear many magical rumors about Jiangdong, and have a rich imagination... Meng Qi chatted with a smile, slowly dispelling the doubts in Chang Huan and Nu Guan's minds.

As for the South China Sea and some real place names, they were all obtained from Xie Xian and Ouyang Zheng, and the truth and falsehood were extremely convincing.

The host and the guest were very happy, and before they knew it, the ink carriage arrived in Yongzhou. Chang Huan invited Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei to stay in the post house, saying that he was going to invite the sect leader of the state. Ouyang Zheng also hurried to the Wanxiang Temple here.

After Xie Xian reported to the Mo Palace in the state capital, Meng Qi stuffed something into Jiang Zhiwei's hand.

"Reincarnation Talisman?" Jiang Zhiwei looked at Meng Qi with a little surprise in her sharp and restrained eyes.

Meng Qi nodded slightly: "Things are changing, we can only test the waters. The top leaders of Wanxiangmen and Mogong may know some secrets of Senluo Wanxiangmen, and there may be unfavorable actions, so we need to be prepared."

"Hehe, I have the art of transformation, I can escape by myself, so I will lend you the reincarnation talisman, don't forget to return it in the future."

He said this deliberately at the end, otherwise, with Jiang Zhiwei's gentle personality, she might not accept the reincarnation talisman, and might not choose to abandon him and run away.

Jiang Zhiwei really remembered the past and chuckled: "Should we go out nine times and return thirteen times?"

The past was vivid in their minds, and the mood of both of them became softer. Meng Qi smiled and said: "The sword cultivation here is quite magical. Our treasured weapons must be of middle grade to have spirituality and automatically protect the master. The sword ball just now is at most close to the treasured weapon, but the fierce intention is obvious."

"Maybe it's because of the life-and-death cultivation and the blood sacrifice. Normal sword balls shouldn't be like this..." Jiang Zhiwei said thoughtfully, and suddenly her face became serious, "I am obviously older than you, how can I be your cousin, I should be your 'cousin'!"

Meng Qi laughed dryly twice and said perfunctorily: "My mental age is relatively old..."

"What is mental age?"

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Outside the inn, several warriors with swords and sabers got off the ink carriage and followed here. Looking at the closed door, the guarding soldiers and the mechanical puppets, they were quite hesitant.

According to their original intention, they should have gone to visit shamelessly, or even offered themselves as servants, in exchange for the martial arts and Qigong training methods, but the posthouse was guarded tightly, and if they went there rashly, they would probably be kicked out.

"How about sneaking in quietly?" A man in black tights with a scar on his forehead whispered.

The leader was a woman, whose facial features looked good alone, but when combined, they looked a bit rough and tough: "What if we are discovered? We can only flee to the South China Sea if we are chased by the Mo Palace and the Immortal Sect."

"What are you afraid of? If we miss today's opportunity, Mr. Su and his men may go to the capital to receive the title. By then, the news will spread all over the world, and I don't know how many martial artists with good qualifications will follow them. How can we get a chance?" said a man with a square chin.

"Yes!" said the scarred man, "I'm tired of the contemptuous looks of the Mo Palace's mechanical masters and the immortal sect's cultivators, and tired of a lifetime of mediocrity, running around just to make a living!"

"But, whether Mr. Su is an ancient Qigong practitioner has not yet been determined..." said the petite woman.

A calmer man with a little gray hair said: "The Mo Palace and several major immortal sects will definitely confirm it. Let's wait and see. If it is confirmed, we will try it no matter how big the risk is!"

"Just do it." The leading woman took a deep breath and suppressed her inner restlessness.

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Deep in Yongzhou Mo Palace.

Chang Yong stood in front of a white-haired old man.

The old man was wearing a Mo's robe, and his breath was like a candle in the wind, but strangely full of vitality. Every part of his body gave people an extremely dangerous feeling. He paced with his hands behind his back and listened to Chang Yong's story.

"The sect, their origins are not clear, and the sudden emergence of the ancient Qigong inheritance is really suspicious." Chang Yong concluded.

The sect leader paused and said in a neutral voice: "Among the current immortal sects, except for the Wanxiang Sect, aren't the other two and all the small sects accidentally established by inheriting the inheritance of a certain sect in the past? As long as he is indeed a Qigong practitioner, can serve our Mo Palace, and does not hide the inheritance, why bother about how he got it?"

"The most important thing at the moment is to determine whether they are Qigong practitioners and what their true strength is. Don't report it and find out that they are just so-so, which will only make the divine masters laugh at them."

Chang Yong said in embarrassment: "Sect leader, I am afraid that I can't test his level with my strength."

"Well." The sect leader nodded and walked out of the door with his hands behind his back.

When he reached the door, the light and shadow changed, and there was a huge monster in front of him, with a length of more than ten feet, covered with golden scales, the sun god stone as eyes, and the essence of Gengjin as claws. It was a terrible mechanical dragon!

Seeing this mechanical dragon, Chang Huan couldn't hide his envy. Only by becoming a sect leader can he inherit the thirty-six secret instruments of the Mo Palace, which is comparable to immortal gods!

The master stepped on the golden mechanical dragon and sat on the concave part of its back. Chang Huan walked up quickly and climbed on the dragon's back.

The dragon soared into the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist, and flew towards the posthouse.

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In the Wanxiang Temple, Master Guo, who was stationed in the state capital, listened to Ouyang Zheng's report without any expression.

"You said that you first met them at the foot of Huowu Mountain?" Master Guo asked again.

Ouyang Zheng didn't understand, and answered affirmatively: "Yes."

Huowu Mountain is on the coast of the South China Sea.

Master Guo nodded: "The headmaster has ordered us to pay attention to unusual movements near Huowu Mountain. This is a big deal. You go and claim the credit. I will report back to the mountain."

Ouyang Zheng was delighted at first, then he became puzzled: "Master, they seem to want to join the Mo Palace or Xianzong. Should we join them?"

"I wonder how many Qigong practitioners they have inherited..." Master Guo, who was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, pondered, "I will report back to the headmaster first, and then go over to test it. I can't let the Mo Palace get away with it."

As he spoke, he made a hand gesture, and the mist gathered under his feet, lifting him up.

Since there are two chapters of twenty-three, this is the twenty-sixth.