Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 91

Ming Qitian supported the thin withered arm, the old man's body was as light as paper, it was hard to imagine how he used this body to fight fiercely with that strong dragon body just now.

Ming Qitian poured true energy into this body, stopping the flow of vitality.

Although the zhenqi borrowed by others is somewhat inconvenient, it can indeed be used in battle, but Yue Muzhou has no intention of doing so now.

He took the heart-cutting glass from Ming Qitian's hand.

"Although Zen Master Zhaokong is well-known as a master of martial arts, before that, he was already an eminent monk in Buddhism." Yue Muzhou said slowly, Xianjun was repairing his body every second, but he didn't seem to care. Don't care, "He first realized the state of 'Buddha takes care of me' in Buddhism, and then he thought about whether he could really get the attention of Buddha if he used martial arts as a raft—of course he firmly believed that Buddha really existed in the world .

"He pursued this possibility almost fanatically. Maybe at a certain moment he really touched it by chance, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why a Tianlou was half crazy."

"Throughout the ages, half of the world's swordsmen are in Yunlang. If the threshold of the word 'swordsman' is raised high enough, this is really not an exaggeration - this realm that Zen Master Zhaokong painstakingly pursues, you, Yunlangshan, have long since Seniors made it possible." The old man spoke at a speed like a heavy river, very steady, "It's a pity that this senior is no longer—what did you say in Yunlang Mountain?"

"Abandon the sword."

"Yes, this is a secret sword technique that he learned after he abandoned the sword. Not to mention Zen Master Zhaokong, even Yunlang Benshan has probably never recorded this sword technique."

"Of course, this style of sword cannot be recorded in books. It can only rely on 'seeing' and 'enlightenment'." The old man said, "When I was 19 years old, I was taught this sword by the old man. It was not until I was 23 years old that I could reluctantly Use half of it. You are better than me. If you teach it to You today, it can be regarded as returning the sword. It just depends on when you learn it."

Yue Muzhou walked forward, his skinny body exactly like the old trees around him: "This sword is not too powerful, but it is extremely dangerous to the user. Remember, it can only be used once a year."

At this time, Xianjun finally absorbed the last trace of dragon blood, and his broken body was fully mended.

Yue Muzhou walked over staggeringly, hehe said: "I hope the 'last sword' you said is true, little cat. This sword may last two more, but I can only make one more sword .”

"Of course." He said, "This sword is a sword that must be hit."

The Immortal Lord didn't care what they were talking about. As soon as the injury healed, his golden eyes were locked on the pearl at the black cat's feet.

Smoke and dust rose from under the claws, and Xianjun slammed fiercely in an instant.

The old man staggered forward.

Immortal Lord Jin Tong was indifferent, both sides were not at their peak now, but they were just fighting one more time.

He does not have the rich emotions of humans. No matter victory or defeat, it cannot affect him. Even if he has just been defeated by Yue Muzhou, he will not lose the slightest confidence in victory - or in other words, he has no such thing as confidence at all. He has no intention of winning or losing at all. He just always goes all out to achieve his goals.

The majestic momentum rose steeply from the old man.

He stood straight as a pine, with his right arm pointing straight down diagonally, and holding the sword horizontally, with the tip of the sword resting on his back waist.

Some are like officials putting their hands on their waist knives, but they are more straight and more solemn.

Xianjun suddenly felt a kind of attention.

A kind of gaze from the distant Qingming.

The "sense of fate" trembled sharply, and the old man walked towards him, and the shaky black clothes seemed to become an inescapable curtain.

He fell into this world and has been looking down upon everything with a lofty vision.It has nothing to do with power - even now there are many beings in the world whose power far exceeds His.

This loftiness comes from levels and personalities.

As a ray of consciousness cut out by the Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Monarch, He came to this world, just like the master inspecting his pasture.

And now, for the first time, He was challenged in this person.

And the source of this challenge...is not unfamiliar.

He looked up and knew he was defeated.

This sword is unavoidable and unavoidable. Even with his all-seeing dragon eyes, he can't find any loopholes. Even with his fighting instinct picked from the "Tao", he can't make any block.

He became a prisoner bound to be killed, and Yue Muzhou was the executioner who raised the knife.

This sword will not be too strong. Although it is enough to cut off his body, it cannot almost completely wipe him out like the sword just now.

It's a pity that this sword is called Zhanxin Liuli, and his consciousness is like a candle in the wind.

The incoming wind roared past.

Yue Muzhou crossed his body with him, slashed down with his sword, and the heart-slashing glass hung in front of him.

Xianjun's body fell behind him, the golden color in the dragon's pupils slowly extinguished, and finally turned into a pair of hollow gray pearls.

【Sword of Immortal Looking Down】

He literally killed him.

It's not a defeat, it's not a kill. This sword is just like holding down the chicken's head and chopping it off.

Of course this is Zai.

This seemingly unrivaled sky tower that overwhelms the city, His body is now lying here.

Everything became quiet, the bright autumn sky, the thick leaves in the mountains, and the gentle wind blowing over everyone's heads and faces.

Pei Ye witnessed this complete sword strike.

When he walked out from the forest, he saw the sword retracting back into the old man's hand.

Pei Ye rushed over, grabbed the crumbling old man, and held his breath, "Grandpa Yue——"

As soon as he lowered his head and saw the large bloodstain on the black clothes, his heart suddenly became cold.

Yue Muzhou smiled softly: "It's okay, find me a place to sit."

Pei Ye helped him to lean against a tree, and the old man took a deep breath.

Turning his head and seeing the boy's stiff expression and body, the old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, you have a lot of true energy, and you can live for a long time."

Pei Ye pursed her lips, but said nothing.

He turned around and saw that the black cat was coming over with the bead in its mouth, while Ming Qitian was still looking at Xianjun's body in a daze, as if the sword just now was still in his field of vision.

It is also a privilege brought by "Bright Mirror and Bing Jian" to be able to enter the realm of enlightenment that practitioners painstakingly pursue anytime, anywhere.

"Girl." Yue Muzhou weakly interrupted this realization, "Whenever you remember it in the future, you can realize it again anytime."

Ming Qitian woke up with a start, turned around and walked quickly, squatting down in front of Yue Muzhou.

"senior."

"There is something that needs to be clarified earlier." Yue Muzhou said, "Xiaoye doesn't have a dantian seed, this—"

Yue Muzhou pointed to the pearl: "I want to give it to him."

Pei Ye said anxiously: "You can still use it!"

Yue Muzhou shook his head: "Every time it wakes up, it needs a new host."

"..."

"Okay." Ming Qitian nodded.

In the morning, the old man said that he would teach her this sword, so he meant to ask her for something.

But in fact, even if you don't teach it, since "Information" already has an owner, it is natural for the owner to decide where to go, and she will not snatch it.

What's more, it is the old man who has turned the tide and saved everyone.

"But," the old man continued, his expression becoming serious, "I want you to bear the fame."

Ming Qitian was stunned for a moment, and understood what the old man meant.

(End of this chapter)