The Xiuxian family can't float

Chapter 5 The Great War "The Oriole"

The sudden attack surprised Ling Youdao and understood that someone was going to do that Oriole!

He instantly took out the high-grade magic weapon, the Fire Sword, from the storage bag. He held the sword in both hands, and his spiritual consciousness covered a two-meter square around his body, and his eyes looked around.

The refining of the magic weapon is the easiest. The refining master only needs to add various miniature restrictions on it during the refining process. It consumes less spiritual power and is suitable for cultivators during the Qi training period.

Of course, some shabby foundation-building cultivators also used superb instruments.

"There is even a oriole hidden around!"

Ling Youdao shouted loudly: "Come out, I have found you."

Except for a few bird calls, there was no sound.

"He who hides his head and shows his tail, what kind of man is he? Come out and see who is more powerful!"

"Shhhhh!"

Ling Youdao was greeted by a blue light shot from three directions, front, back and left. He waved the flaming sword in his hand to block the blue light, made a "dang" sound, and jumped to the side, dodging dangerously. Open the other two blue lights.

"It's troublesome this time, and I was surrounded by people."

He looked to the right, "Mostly it was a deliberate hole left by the other party."

"Haha, it turns out that you are the anti-robbery person who has been circulating in the market in recent years. You really have some skills, and you can hide your cultivation realm. It is no wonder that so many veterans are in your hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old Taoist priest wearing a feather crown, wearing a gray Taoist robe and holding a whisk walking out of the woods on the right.

Ling Youdao turned around immediately, aiming the fire sword in his hand at the old Taoist priest who had just appeared.

"You came to rob me too?"

"No, no, Lao Dao did not come to rob you, but to rob the fellow Taoist who was killed by you."

"Let's just say, you are a cultivator of the eighth level of Qi training, how can you like me, a little monk of the fourth level of Qi training."

The old Taoist was slightly surprised, "You actually saw my realm."

"If I don't even have the eyesight, how can I come out and mix."

The old Taoist laughed, "That's right!"

In the world of immortality, only high-level monks can see the specific realm of low-level monks. If high-level monks don't take action, low-level monks can only see that the other party's cultivation is higher than their own.

Although the old Taoist had made a move before, he deliberately concealed his true strength. Under normal circumstances, opponents would mistake him for a monk who practiced Qi on the seventh level.

Ling Youdao is not a loose cultivator without a foothold, but a family cultivator with a background.

Since childhood, the seniors of the family have imparted experience, and then based on a little analysis of the current situation, the guess is almost inseparable.

"Old Taoist priest, call out all your accomplices, and you can go together, the young master is still not afraid."

"Hehe, what a cunning boy, but the old man won't tell you, you can guess slowly."

"Sure enough, the older you get, the better you are, and he immediately understood my purpose."

For Ling Youdao, the old Taoist priest is not the biggest threat, but a person who may hide in the dark.

The blue light before was shot from three directions at the same time, which would make him mistakenly think that someone was hiding in the dark.

The old Taoist saw through his attempt, and the phrase "guess slowly" forced him to devote some of his energy to paying attention to his surroundings.

He is only a cultivator of the sixth level of Qi training, and his strength is not as good as that of the old Taoist, so he is not the opponent of the old Taoist.

"First strike is stronger, and later strike suffers!"

Ling Youdao quickly approached the old Taoist priest with a fire sword, and stabbed the old Taoist priest in the face with a sword.

The old Taoist was not afraid at all, smiled slightly, and the high-grade magic weapon in his hand, the white whisker, shook, and the white whiskers seemed to be alive, directly entangling the blazing sword.

The white whiskers ran along the blade and quickly wrapped around the hilt.

"what!"

The old Taoist smiled smugly, "Boy, this sword in your hand is good, so you can return to the old Tao."

The old Taoist thought that Ling Youdao would let go of the flaming sword in his hand, but after he was surprised, he shook the hilt of the sword, and the body of the sword instantly turned red.

"呲呲呲!"

A scorching smell!
Ling Youdao took the opportunity to retract the raging fire sword, took a few steps back, and looked at the old Taoist priest with a strange smile.

The old Taoist priest held the white beard whisk with several strands of whiskers burned off, "Hey, the old Taoist whisk."

After a while, he looked at Ling Youdao viciously, "The old dao bought this white-bearded whisk for 800 yuan of low-grade spirit stones, and you ruined it. You must compensate the old dao."

Ling Youdao said helplessly: "It's none of my business. It's your flaming sword that is going to entangle me. I'm just forced to resist."

"Yeah! You're a good talkative boy, Laodao will kill you today, so that many comrades will save you this scourge!"

Ling Youdao wiped a cold sweat in his heart, "Those who murdered and seized treasures were your comrades. Are all robbers in the cultivation world so rampant?"

He saw that the old Taoist flicked the dust in his hand and took off the hosta on top of his head with his right hand. The hosta was suspended in front of him, and the old Taoist continued to inject mana into it.

Ling Youdao blocked the front with the fire sword, and looked at the old Taoist vigilantly.

With the continuous injection of spiritual power, the sense of danger given to him by the hosta became stronger and stronger.

"not good!"

"go with!"

The old Taoist pointed at Ling Youdao, and the jade hairpin flew out, hitting the surface of the Fiery Sword with a "dang" sound, and a strong force instantly spread through his body through both hands.

Ling Youdao stepped back more than ten feet, leaving two not-so-shallow scratches on the ground.

He only felt that his inner abdomen was surging, and a mouthful of blood had reached his throat, but he was forcibly holding it back.

The hosta shone with aura, hovering around the body of the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist smiled proudly, "Boy, I just counted your fate. The old Taoist only used [-]% of his power. Now, I will let you taste the true power of the top-quality magic weapon, the jade hairpin."

"The best magic weapon? Not good!"

Ling Youdao did not hesitate in the slightest. He held the sword with his left and slapped the storage bag on his waist with his right. There was an extra talisman in his hand.

The old Taoist took the white beard whisk and controlled the jasper hairpin with both hands. The mana was continuously injected into it, and the aura of the jasper hairpin was even better than before.

"go with!"

Hearing the sound of "咻", the jasper hairpin arrived in front of Ling Youdao.

Just at this moment, the golden cover talisman he held in his hand was shining brightly, and a golden cover covered him inside.

The "jasper hairpin" shot on the golden hood, making a series of "呲呲呲" sounds, accompanied by sparks.

The old Taoist did not believe in evil, and controlled the jasper hairpin to pierce the golden cover outside Ling Youdao.

"呲呲呲...呲呲呲..."

After a few breaths, the mana injected by the old Taoist into the jasper hairpin was exhausted, and the jasper hairpin automatically flew back to his hand.

"A Loose Cultivator of the eighth level of Qi practice actually owns a top-quality magic weapon. It seems that you have done a lot of killing and stealing treasures. Now your top-quality magic weapon is not very useful, let's see what other means you have!"

Hearing this, the old Taoist held the jasper hairpin and stared at Ling Youdao with a pair of eyes, wishing to swallow him alive.

　"The Legend of Cangli" is still under revision. If I find anything unreasonable, I will revise it immediately. Therefore, the frequency of changes in the previous chapters is relatively high. I hope you will understand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)