After cultivating immortal writing, hold the script in hand

Chapter 155
After one Yun Rong left, another Yun Jiu came, Ling Yin didn't have time to talk nonsense with her, so she planned to go around directly with Yu Jian, but Yun Jiu refused to let her go.

This time Lingyin was relentless, and took the initiative to attack, releasing groups of wood spirit butterflies. This kind of fancy spell is auxiliary and can be used to confuse the enemy.

The spirit butterfly is formed by condensing spiritual power, and the caster can mix various strange spells in it, and formations can also be formed, but the attack is limited.

She used wood spirit butterflies added with weak drugs. When the spiritual butterflies rushed towards Yun Jiu, Yun Jiu subconsciously fired fire and spiritual power to burn them. .

Lingyin turned into a ray of light, rushed behind Yunjiu in the blink of an eye, and kicked her down with a "slap".

Yun Jiu was caught off guard, and there was a sharp stabbing pain in her lower back, and her body inevitably lost her balance and fell from the sword.

The wind whizzed past her ears, the air was still mixed with the smell of sweet poison, and the earth shrank inch by inch in her pupils. She showed panic, and resentment towards Nan Lingyin flashed in her mind again and again.

mean!Nasty!villain!

The fighting method emphasizes being upright and upright, and the competition is upright, but Nan Lingyin uses insidious tricks.

She is not convinced.

But as she was getting closer and closer to the ground, she didn't have time to think about it. When she fell, she was facing the ground. She was a Lianjiazi, so she used the remaining spiritual power to suppress the toxin in mid-air, quickly adjusted her figure, and landed on the ground. .

Although this operation was not very offensive, it was extremely insulting.

This is the gate of the mountain, and there are many people coming and going, so it is a great shame and humiliation for her to be knocked to the ground by Wu Shuangfeng's junior master as a direct disciple of the head.

Moreover, this little master looks young, is not known by too many people, and is not as strong as a golden elixir, but she is a real golden elixir.

Faced with her disciple's pointing, she clenched her silver teeth in embarrassment, with bulging veins on her forehead, she wished she could find a crack in the ground and get in.

Lingyin stood on the Liyou Sword, with one hand behind her back and the other in front of her lower abdomen, with an indifferent expression, looking down lightly, like a god from a high place, watching all living beings.

For a moment, she felt the aura of the so-called person in charge of the world in last night's dream.

It's not that everyone in front of the mountain gate doesn't know her, the gatekeepers happened to be those few from yesterday, and they watched carefully against the not-so-glare sunlight.

Someone shouted: "It's Lingyin little master!"

One stone caused a thousand waves!

"Master Lingyin, is he the closed disciple on Wushuang Peak?"

"Besides her, who else is young, less than a hundred years old, and is called the little master. But our little master is low-key and rarely shows his face outside. Speaking of which, there were rumors that she disappeared before. Isn't that true?" Are you talking nonsense?"

"That's right, she even easily defeated the apprentice of the head of the sect, and she is also the closed disciple of Daoist Qingyue. She has a lot of magic weapons, and there are not a few who save her life. How could she disappear.

As immortal cultivators, it is normal for us to go out to practice, and it is inevitable to encounter bumps and bumps in the process. It is a disaster but also a chance, and life and death are up to fate..."

Before the man finished speaking, the people around him kicked him, "Will you be able to speak? Even if Daoist Qingyue's disciple can't catch up with Daoist Qingyue for the time being, he will certainly be able to catch up in the future. How could he die so easily?" On the way to practice?"

From their point of view, being able to worship under Daoist Qingyue must be a person who is outstanding and blessed.

Lingyin was not at all complacent, she glanced at the rising sun, and sent a voice transmission to Yunjiu who was standing on the ground indignantly: "You asked for it yourself, next time you want me to make a fool of myself in public, show me your true skills. Also, you have always hated Yunrong before, and the entire Yunhai faction can hear you arguing, but they don't know that you and her are becoming more and more similar. You may not even know this.

Forget it, I still have something to do, but I don't have time to be a monkey here with you.Remember to be respectful next time you meet me and call me Uncle Shi, you know? "

After all, she waved her sleeves and went directly to the southeast with the sword.

Yun Jiu, who was standing in front of the disciples in the sect, had a piece of porcelain doll turn red. When she heard the news, Yun Muqing, who arrived later, pushed aside the crowd and rushed to her side, saying impatiently, "What kind of monster are you?"

Yun Jiu, who had just been humiliated by Lingyin in public, was very happy to see her brother, and finally had someone she could rely on, but his words were like pouring rain, interrupting her beautiful fantasy.

She stared at him blankly, slowly retracted her stepped leg, lowered her raised hand silently, and closed the corners of her lips.

The Yun Muqing in front of her was a little strange to her.

"You, is this your attitude when talking to me?" She roared, completely ignoring the eyes of the people around her.

She is the disciple of the head of the sect, and she should have been treated like a star, but she fell into trouble one after another, and one of them was her own brother.

She angrily knocked him away, broke out of the crowd, and flew towards her cave.

Yun Muqing belatedly realized that her reaction just now was a little too aggressive, mainly because she heard that her sister and Lingyin were fighting.

Yunjiu is a golden elixir, Lingyin is just building a foundation, how could building a foundation beat a golden elixir, that's why he was confused.

Who would have thought...

He clenched his fists, glanced at Yun Jiu's leaving figure, left the spectators behind, and quickly chased after her.

The performers were gone, and those who watched the excitement naturally dispersed, doing their own things in twos and threes, and chatting occasionally.

Above the clouds, Lingyin stood with her hands behind her back in a green dress, like an old man who has seen through the vicissitudes of the world and watched the whole process.

She did not expect that Yun Muqing would come.

However, it doesn't matter.
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Juyuan City, a black market.

Ling Shuang was holding the jug and was gurgling and drinking, thinking that she had been bullied by the little kid a few days ago, and she had no resistance at all. Finally, she was frightened by a bottle of poison...

Shame on people.

She has not stepped out of the seventh floor for five days.

"Dong dong dong."

Two long and one short knocks on the door sounded.

Ling Shuang thought she was taking care of things on her behalf, put down the jug with a "bang", and said angrily, "Didn't I tell you, you can solve things yourself, don't bother me!"

The voice fell for a long time, and there was no movement outside the door, but as the superior Ling Guanshi, he could detect that the other party was still standing at the door and did not leave.

This made her wonder, who is at the door?

If the Lord came, he would never stand outside and knock on the door.

Except for the Lord... Her complexion suddenly changed, and she touched under the table with her bare hands, and took out a small silver bone fan. The fan was slightly curved and had a unique shape.

As she approached the door, the small silver bone fan was raised, and a little silver light was released from the tip of the fan, and the spiritual power gathered in the wine jar flowed into the fan like a ribbon.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door again, and a woman's crisp voice came from the door: "Guard Ling, open the door."

Since she has the Skypeeping Mirror, she feels that she can see what she wants anytime and anywhere without learning Master's water mirror technique.

(End of this chapter)