Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

The purple-clothed Taoist stared at the rune for a long time, and was about to rub it down, but saw that the group of cultivators who chased out the gods quickly returned to him.

His expression was condensed and the pressure was like prison. Without speaking, cold sweat overflowed from the foreheads of the several cultivators. He immediately said: "Go to the head, the formation was changed by the cultivator, and now we can't get out for the time being. You can only wait for Elder Song to crack it. He said that if you want to break the formation forcibly, you must be responsible for repairs."

It’s not that you don’t want to break the formation forcefully, but Elder Song, who is the leader of the Ziyun Taoist talisman formation, never agrees to break it out. He was born in the royal family and knows that if the talisman formation is forcibly broken, the cost of rebuilding will almost equal. If it is rebuilt, it will be impossible to get it out for a while. What's more, even if there are nearly half spiritual relics on the north, southeast and southeast continents, the spiritual relics of Ziyun Dao are still tense. Each branch and vein has a strict quota. If you use this For the Great Array, at least one year's worth of Jin Guo must be filled in.

"I know," the purple-clothed Taoist nodded slightly, and asked faintly, "the son of Taiqing who saved people before, can you see the seal clearly?"

The headed cultivator immediately said: "According to his subordinates, there is a lamp in the white lotus rune of the young man. The meaning of the white lotus is extremely pure and cannot be faked."

"It turned out to be Xie Chuandeng's line," the purple-clothed Taoist nodded, "get back."

"Yes!" The cultivator of the **** of transformation left immediately, leaving only the Taoist in purple clothes to stay in place, as if he had formed his own world.

After a while, an elderly monk with long beards and white eyebrows flew in front of him, but he did not say hello to the ground and touched the circle again, looking at the rune modified by Feng Qingxiu, his eyes glistened. His face was intoxicated, and he couldn't help but nodded: "Good way! Good way! It's so mysterious, don't lose the real pattern!"

The purple-clothed monk faintly said, "Naturally, that is the pulse of Taiqing Chuandeng."

"Are you blaming the undercover disciples I sent for not being able to come back?" The white-browed monk sneered, "Come on, Xie Chuandeng used to lose his thousand-year cultivation base in order to steal the law. He swallowed the rejuvenating princess and mixed it into Kun Lai. Kun-Lai learned the entire Feilai Peak formation, but what happened? He worked hard for decades and wrote more than 4 million formations, but he couldn't find a mantle disciple, and even the foundation of Feilai Peak. Unable to find it, the drawings of the few houses left before his death are difficult to look at. His son Xie Shouqing was ridiculed by his incompetence and committed suicide. There was only one grandson left in the line of passing the light. He was angry and unable to seal the mountain, no matter how strong and strong. How can it be?"

Knowing the Taoism of Taiqing Bailian, and possessing a mastery of formations, it is also a pulse of light. I think it is his unknown grandson. Alas, he wants to swallow the rejuvenation pill and go to Kun-Lai for undercover, but unfortunately, although the rejuvenation pill can be rejuvenated, it will damage the spiritual roots, and its life span will be lost proportionally. His life is extremely limited. I won’t live for more than ten years after getting off. I guess I can’t finish learning a corner on Feilai Peak, not to mention having to bake at the outer door for twelve years.

The purple-clothed monk was silent.

"Think about the actual way," Elder Song sighed, and continued to look forward to the formation. "It seems that Xie Chuandeng's grandson has inherited his mantle. I don't think you need to chase after that Zhao boy. You have to find a way. This person invites me to ask for advice, then I won’t ask you for the magical relics of next year’s formation."

"You said that Zhao Hao got the Kun-Lai ruins back then, and there are manuscripts of the formation of the Xing Dao master." Monk Zi Ji said helplessly.

"That's all six hundred years old. You don't even know the formation of Kun-Lai over the past 100 years... Well, forget it, you don't understand the formation." Elder Song doesn't want to talk to non-professionals. Profession, continue to turn your head and obsessed, this is the formation amulet from Kun-Lai! As a formation repairer, he has already admired Dao Xing master to the extreme, "Also, take care of your daughter, how many times have you let Zhao Hao go?"

"Fine, I will try my best to negotiate with the Taiqing faction." The monk in purple sighed slightly, but then he thought about it. Recently, I have never heard of the Taiqing Chuandeng line reopening the mountain. I want to come to the grandson of Xie Chuandeng to go out. Taiqing doesn't know? No wonder he wanted to catch Zhao Hao—if he had a chance, could he be brought in?

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Although there is a chase, Feng Qingxiu is confident when the circle is opened and closed. Even the master of the circle will take some time.

"Name?" Feng Qingxiu asked the young man arrested by him at the foot of Chongnan Mountain.

"Why am I telling you?" The young man looked at him sideways, his high nose was perfectly curved, his eyebrows were deep, his eyes were sharp, his energetic eyes were black and white, and he looked at people with his chin slightly raised at this moment, which was slightly evil. The face can also make countless girls startled.

"I saved you." Feng Qingxiu said lightly.

"I beg you to help?" Qing Young snorted and said proudly, "If it wasn't for your kid to make trouble, I would have run away."

"If you don't say anything, I will send you back to escape again." Feng Qingxiu smiled and raised her hand, her fingertips lingering invisible sword energy, exuding terrifying pressure.

"Come on, see if you are willing to save me. There must be a reason to save. If you don't say anything, I can go." The young man patted his butt, got up from the ground, checked his equipment, and found that there was nothing missing. Only his back was left, "Daen doesn't say thank you, don't see you again."

Feng Qingxiu tilted her head, thinking that she was Kun-Lai’s big brother. No matter how the other party got Kun-Lai’s core inheritance, he would be regarded as Kun-Lai’s outer disciple. Then, educate her on how to grow older and younger. Not only should it be, but it should be.

When the invisible sword came out, the young man seemed to be frivolous, but in fact he was fully guarded, the long sword was out of the sheath, bringing out a cold autumn water, and his cultivation level suddenly turned into a god.

But just to dodge with a sword, the body protector on the young man's body has screamed nearly a hundred times, causing his face to change slightly-this means that the opponent has at least nearly a hundred swords that can hurt him at this moment, if it weren't for him. If there is that special magic weapon body protector.

"Stop!" The young man couldn't help shouting, "What kind of skill is this magic weapon, dare you come with a real sword?"

This superb magic weapon of him can withstand the monks of the same way for a moment. It is the biggest reliance on which he has not died for so many years, but the recovery of the consumption takes time. If the consumption is used up once, this The magic weapon is useless, but the opponent's invisible sword aura is too sharp and weird. In such a moment, the magic weapon is almost exhausted!

Feng Qingxiu curled her lips slightly, recalling the sharp Heavenly Devil sword aura, using her finger as a sword, and posing in a pleased posture.

The young man thought to himself that this guy must be a baby from an old monster monk's family who just came out of the nest, so he was easily aroused into the trap, but he liked it! He stared at the opponent intently, suddenly raised his hand, swiped the long sword, changed his body shape, and quickly passed the opponent, folding his right wrist, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the enemy's neck.

Feng Qingxiu's fingertips gently touched his sword's edge, drew a flower to avoid the sword's edge, the other side followed the trend, and the left hand drew a small sword from the hilt, close to the body, and drew it towards the waist. On the side, the small sword is as light and cold as a snake, and when it is drawn out, it brings out a weird whistle, following a trajectory that conforms to the way of heaven. If you don't avoid it, you can easily divide a person into two.

Feng Qingxiu did not move the fingertips of the sword, raised his thumb, and changed it to a twist. The young man dragged it down, ignoring the great strength of his sword, and then came first, pulling the long sword like a ribbon. To the trajectory that the little sword is about to traverse.

The youth's expression changed, he couldn't bear his own double swords, kicked his wrist with his right knee, and forced the small sword into a thorn while turning, avoiding the double sword attack, and continued to poke his kidneys away.

Feng Qingxiu's expression did not change, but he pulled the long sword downwards. If the other party didn't take his hand, the arm would definitely be pulled and broken.

The young man frowned, abandoning the sword with his left hand and retracting, but the small sword still pierced away under the control of his spiritual thoughts, and with his left hand retracted, it came out like a poisonous snake one after another, and pointed it into a sword, bombarding it.

Feng Qingxiu raised her eyebrows, closed her left hand and made a fist, flashed in the air, and directly hit the bridge of the opponent's nose.

The young man took a big step back and stood still. Before he recovered, he was tapped on his neck with his fingertips.

"Let go!" The young man waved his hand angrily, "It's great for you to come to the door, you want to kill or kill you, I don't have anything, I don't have a map, I don't know the ruins, and soul searching is invalid for me. Everyone knows that , Kind of bite me!"

"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu asked calmly.

"Why should I tell you!" The young man looked at him through his nostrils.

So Feng Qingxiu beat him again.

"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu still asked calmly.

"I, why should I tell you!" The young man wiped off his nosebleed, showing indifference with his swollen nose and swollen face.

Feng Qingxiu had to beat him again.

"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu asked calmly.

"I, I won't tell you!" The young man gritted his teeth.

Feng Qingxiu raised her hand again, and the young man reflexively protected his head, but found that the other party just stroked his broken hair: "Can you just say a fake name? I just want you to talk by name. That's it."

The young man suddenly raised his head and glared at him for a long while, before he said angrily: "Don't you all know my pseudonym Zhao Hao?"

Feng Qingxiu nodded, indicating that she knew: "Then, where did you learn your mind?"

"Random cultivators are all incomplete exercises in the ruins, do you really know or not?" The young man looked at him strangely.

"Where are the ruins?" Feng Qingxiu asked.

"It's ruined, I collapsed automatically when I came out." The young man lowered his head with a sad expression, and wiped his tears naturally and skillfully.

"Take me to see." Feng Qingxiu felt that if he could know where the ruins were, chances were that what Master was looking for would also have whereabouts. This news might be more reliable than Yunshan City.

The young man frowned: "I said it was ruined, don't you believe it?"

"I believe it, but just take a look." Feng Qingxiu looked at his panda eyes and gave him a delicate bottle, "Swelling cream, rub it."

"Who knows if you are poison." The young man named Zhao Hao looked at him vigilantly.

Don't forget it, Feng Qingxiu withdrew his hand, and there is really no trust between people in Zhongzhou.

When he retracted his hand, a faint sea character on the medicine bottle was revealed, causing the young man's eyes to flicker, and he immediately stretched out his hand to grab it: "I'm so painful, forget it, give me a wipe!"

This is a good thing. I saw it in Yueyan before. I heard that it is the top-grade Wufeng Yuxue ointment from Xizhou. It can be used externally or taken internally. It has a miraculous effect on the treatment of dark injuries of the body meridians. After receiving such a small bottle, this guy actually took it out directly... Zhao Hao's eyes on Feng Qingxiu immediately changed, and even the kind smile on his face switched naturally and perfectly.

This is not a young child, but a fat sheep!