Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

After Feilaifeng was uplifted, the clouds swept away from the next station.

The journey was not smooth, Qingqiu and Ziyundao didn't have too many monsters before, but as they went deep into the hinterland of the cloud universe, within less than three days, they encountered a wave of monsters almost every day.

The flying golden feather butterflies are like tide water, and hundreds of flying peaks are like fish in the tide water. Almost every one of these hundreds of millions of monsters has the strength to build a foundation, and there are countless others. The Jin Dan Yuan Ying was mixed in, and Feilai Peak had to stop to the ground, entrenched in formation to resist.

That kind of horror turned all the disciples of the first expedition into a chore, and even Feng Qingxiu was somewhat suppressed.

"This is the Golden Feather Butterfly. They return from the North Sea to the Cloud Sky Territory to reproduce once every ten years, to the Fire Territory to lay eggs, and return to the North Sea with the young butterfly the next year. They are food for countless great monsters along the way." There is a monk next to it. A disciple who came here once explained, "Recently it is the migration season of many monsters. Many of their routes will collide, and they will kill each other on the road. They will feed on each other. Only the most powerful monsters can reach. destination."

Feng Qingxiu was listening, he was controlling Feilaifeng, and he could feel the power of the beast tide the most. The guardian formation method consumes the spirit stone according to the attack received. This spirit stone that will be consumed, just looks at it. I was shocked.

Ji Yunlai was also aroused to hear him. He had long wanted to go outside and walk around. Now Xiaoqing is with him, although it is only a separation of souls, he also feels that the world is so beautiful.

He is just a phantom, no one can see him except his apprentice Xiaoqing.

In addition to looking at the scenery, he was looking at Xiaoqing, and he found that as long as he stared at Xiaoqing for a while, his ears would turn red. After staring at him for an hour, he would be a little temperamental, easy to be fierce, and especially cute.

Sometimes when he was alone in the yard to comprehend the swordsmanship he taught him, he was very serious, but his understanding was too much. Previously, he was mostly in theory in the outer school. It was okay. When he learns formally, he can learn it, but he does not learn it. Yes, it's as if I've studied and reviewed.

Seeing his apprentice playing with his invisible sword aura without hindrance, Ji Yun came on a whim, thinking that since Xiaoqing's progress in cultivation is under his control, he still needs a few more skills to protect himself, so he gently lifted it up. Hand, a sword intent popped out.

Feng Qingxiu felt it instantly, raised her hand to catch it, and looked at her master suspiciously.

"Come on, teach you some fun tricks." Ji Yun stretched out his hand and drew a wonderful arc in the sky over an orchid in the courtyard. The slow speed seemed to brush off the dew on the flowers in the morning. But Feng Qingxiu could see clearly, as if there was an invisible breath that was slowly brought out from his hand, the next second, the sudden change occurred, all the light in front of him seemed to dim for a moment, and the circle that was crossed by the master Arc, in such a short time, seemed to have taken away the light in his eyes.

Then, he saw that orchid withered and faded at an extremely fast speed, and the flowers fell into mud.

"This kind of sword can only be used in the realm of human immortals or demon saints. In a short space, if you master a little time flow, Su Wan controls your sword aura. This is the method. I thought for a long time, although it was correct. The requirement for understanding is a bit high, but if you learn it, you will benefit the enemy a lot in the future." Ji Yun came back and said slowly.

Then he saw the apprentice’s eyes gleaming and worshiped: "Master, please teach me!"

"Why don't you rush this? By the way, I haven't seen the gift I gave to my apprentice recently." Ji Yunlai smiled.

Feng Qingxiu's ears reddened, her eyes were sharp, and her face was cold: "If you gave me the trim that I lost as a gift, I'm sorry that I have lost that thing where you can't find it."

The apprentice is getting less and less cute. Ji Yun came to stare at the apprentice. It was a pity that he was obviously lost in your little box...

Feng Qingxiu was watched for a while, endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear it: "Do you teach me? Don't teach me to go."

Ji Yun came here to demonstrate to his apprentice at a very slow speed.

Feng Qingxiu did it once, but halfway through it, she couldn't do it anymore, as if there was a force in the air that prevented him from continuing. Once she used too much force, the movement would be inaccurate and invalid.

Ji Yunlai frowned slightly, walked behind his apprentice, held his wrist, and traced the place where he couldn't do it.

This movement seems to be slow, but to grasp the Taoist rhyme in the void, it is not easy to learn.

After doing it for a day, the apprentice didn't learn it.

Ji Yun let go of the apprentice's hand, thinking about where the problem was.

Then the apprentice fell to the ground with a snap.

"What's the matter?" Ji Yun stretched out his hand to help him.

Feng Qingxiu was silent for a while, lowered her head, her eyes were a little confused and a little flustered, she calmed her mind, stood up, and politely said: "Master, the apprentice is tired. Let's practice again tomorrow."

Hey, how can a person who is cultivating get tired so easily?

Ji Yunlai glanced at his apprentice and nodded: "Then take a rest."

Feng Qingxiu then retreated, went back to the room, and posted a talisman to the door-after putting hundreds of talisman in one breath last time, the master taught him a lesson, and next time he needs to paste a talisman. Well, things like doors are meant to guard against gentlemen but not villains.

So if you post one, Master will not come in.

Only then did he let go of control, let his heart beat wildly, and silently covered his face.

Too, too rude, when Master leaned behind and gave him instructions, he actually wanted to fall into Master's arms.

Even if the whole person is in a trance, the master actually fell to the ground when he let go!

Can't live anymore.

How can I feel that the smell on Master's body is so comfortable!

He obviously has no taste in his soul and body!

He fell on the bed, unloved, and felt that he was going to be crazy when he went down this time.

I didn't even want to hit the shadow dancing ecstatically on the wall.

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When she got up early, Feng Qingxiu felt that she had another dream.

I can't remember what's in the dream, but the tent of the bottom pants is very high in the morning.

The low-level monks had better not vent the Yuan Yang, so Feng Qingxiu silently recited the Heart-Cleaning Mantra for a quarter of an hour and let it disappear.

Then I took a bath in the warm soup after the yard and changed my clothes.

"How far is it?" a soft voice suddenly asked next to him.

Feng Qingxiu was startled, and the invisible sword aura spontaneously flew out.

Yang Yinyin instinctively avoided, but this sword aura not only looked fast, but also looked like a ghost. The latter came first, and it reached the vital point between his eyebrows before he raised the circle, stimulating his own defense, and it was able to stop.

"It's you!" Thinking of the previous clothes trap, Feng Qingxiu's lips curled up slightly. He was about to take the time to find him. Since he came on his own initiative...then you don't have to be polite.

The invisible sword qi burst out in an instant, and it all broke out, like a torrential rain pear blossom, which turned upside down in an instant.

Yang Yuyin looked slightly nostalgic, and the formations all over his body piled up, and countless sparks were collided in the void between the electric light and flint, Tang Quan instantly evaporated most of it, and the white water vapor spread instantly.

"You will thank me in the future." Yang Yinyin felt that the second master's sword aura seemed to have a new level of strength, and then thought about his talent skills that would call the head master at will, stepped back a few steps, and took out a letter. Letter, "Did you write this?"

The note was indeed his own, but Feng Qingxiu only raised his eyes slightly, and his shadow on the ground shook the same letter in his hand.

Yang Xinyin looked at the empty fingertips, shrugged and said: "Don't be so angry, come, let's talk."

"Then explain why you do such a thing first!" Feng Qingxiu said coldly.

"Don't make it so misleading," Yang Yuyin instinctively kept a safe distance and explained gently, "Let's put it this way, I love the leader, so I want you to try it out."

"What! You?" Feng Qingxiu was really surprised this time, "How can you think so? He is, he is..."

"Why not, I adore me, don't try, how do you know that he is unwilling?" Yang Xinyin's tone was as simple as saying "Ah, this letter is so difficult, I want to conquer him".

"Impossible!" Feng Qingxiu was sullen.

"Then you come to stop me. Return the letter to me." Yang Yinyin stretched out his hand.

When Feng Qingxiu opened the letter, she saw the mountains and branches inside, and she didn't know what Xinyuejun Xijun didn't know.

Raised his hand and burned it.

"If you don't want me to take action, just guard the master." Yang Xinyin smiled slightly and turned to leave.

Only when he turned around, he saw the Lord of Kun-Lai with an indifferent face behind him.

Senior Brother Yang was overjoyed, and was about to bow to the Master, when he saw the next second, a big hand stretched out in the void, instantly carrying him back to his Feilai Peak.

Ji Yunlai did not speak, but went to his disciple's side, silently touched his head, and joked: "A disciple is enough. Don't worry, Master will not look for the little goblin outside."

Feng Qingxiu red her ears again and nodded, but it seems that something is wrong...

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On Chasing Cloud Peak, a vertical scroll of "The Holy One cherishes an inch of yin, everyone cherishes the yin, and there are still nineteen days to count down in 20 days" hung on the cliff.

Nightingale knocked the cloud seeds on the branch, watching the scene of fiery dryness on the tree.

"If it weren't for me to find you, you still can't come out in the city, it's a mistake!" While knocking, he also taught his brother.

"That snake demon is too annoying," the black snake ate a treasure hunter with a look of disgust. "With less meat and more bones, it is not as delicious as Kun-Lai Rats."

"He said that he will wait for you when he returns to the cloud. Then there will be all kinds of food and a mighty body to satisfy you. Why don't you go with him?" Nightingale laughed at her brother, "Mrs. Snake will be married to her. ."

"I didn't stop him at the time, he was about to eat you, stop making trouble, okay?" The black snake sweated profusely and pushed his brother with his tail. "Don't make trouble, or you will be in trouble if you fall."

Downstairs was a group of Qingnvfeng disciples who were studying injuries. One of them looked at them disgustingly after hearing this, "Don't worry, we are not interested in monsters."

Then he turned his head and smiled at another prisoner: "Come on, fight a game. If you win, you don't need to stay in Yaofeng for these three days."

"What counts?" The captive asked calmly with sweat on his forehead.

"Of course, when you arrive at Yundu, you will be sent back unharmed." The doctor smiled as kindly as a mortal doctor.

"Okay!" The captive immediately drew his sword, fighting vigorously.

It was immediately a battle of life and death.

Nightingale licked another melon seed and shook her head regretfully. These silly children, if they don’t stay in Yaofeng, they just go to Poison Peak Danfeng. Kun-Lai’s meat will only rot in her own bowl. There are only 19 days left. How could it be possible? Let you rest for three days?