Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Qi now looked so tired that he could hardly stand. But he knew that this feeling was actually just an illusion.

It was like a balloon that could originally hold more than a dozen cubic meters of air, but most of the air was released and it shriveled up, but the air inside was still many times stronger than a small balloon with a volume of less than one liter.

Wang Qi just consumed a lot of physical strength and had the illusion of "body emptiness". In fact, his body was still many times stronger than that of an ordinary foundation-building cultivator, and the mana in his body could at least support the consumption of three to five spells.

Due to the influence of residual memories, the exiled immortals were essentially different from the modern method. Before the golden elixir was perfected, they could indeed practice faster than ordinary cultivators, but they could not grasp the mystery of the modern method and could not use the essence of the practice. According to the actions of these two people to avoid Yue Luo Liuli's clumsy sword energy just now, these two guys could not take Wang Qi's move at all.

Therefore, when Wang Qi first felt the absurd plot of killing people for treasures, he was not afraid at all. Even if he exhausted his mana, he was still not able to deal with these two unawakened exiled immortals.

Not to mention, now that the Moonfall Glazed Sword was in his hand, he could burst out with a force far stronger than that during the battle of Shenjing at any time. Even the exiled immortals who had just awakened were no match for him.

"Enough, Xiaoqiu, apologize and thank you! Can't you see it!" The exiled immortal who used the ultimate move of Tiangexing smiled bitterly, "The sword belongs to someone else..."

"I don't care!" The blood-stained monk shook off the tall monk's hand and said angrily, "That sword is perfect in spirituality. At least it is a real weapon level and can identify the owner. You... but you threw it here to cheat people? Do you still have a sense of public morality? Do you still have reason?"

Wang Qi was a little stunned. He was a little embarrassed to admit that in fact, what flashed through his mind just now were dramatic thoughts such as "Is this guy going to blacken and awaken?" He didn't expect that the reason why the guy on the opposite side was looking for trouble with him was so simple. He was just unhappy because he was inexplicably cut.

Even a clay figure can get angry, let alone these monks?

Wang Qi smiled and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It seems that leaving Yueluo Liuli here is not a good idea. Well, take it home first, and then give it to Senior Sister Mi. That's it...

While thinking about how to deal with this matter, Wang Qi changed direction and turned his back to the two exiled immortals. He planned to leave like this. A palm wind set off a huge wave. With a bit of murderous intent, it rolled from behind Wang Qi. Wang Qi shifted his body to avoid the front, and at the same time, the side of his body facing the palm wind suddenly burst into fine electric light, offsetting the incoming force. Wang Qi frowned and asked: "What do you want?"

"I was going to ask you, what do you want?" The short monk said angrily: "Do you want to leave like this?"

Wang Qi realized that his behavior was indeed a bit wrong from a "rational" point of view. He had been thinking about the "big picture" of "exiled immortals", "civilization", "human and dragon races", etc., but he forgot the rules of getting along with each other. So Wang Qi reached into the storage bag: "Oh, sorry, if you want compensation, let me see how much I have on me..."

This time, not only the short monk, but also the monk Tian Gexing who was just in a good mood changed his face: "You are too much."

"You look down on me too..." The short monk almost bit his teeth to pieces. The wounds all over his body sprayed blood mist like a fountain, and powerful spiritual power burst out from his body: "I just want to ask for an explanation... bastard!"

"Eh? Wait..." Wang Qi realized that his words just now might be a mixture of "I have plenty of money" and "You just want money" in the eyes of those who are interested. He wanted to explain, but. The short monk did not allow him to explain. A ball of wind in his hand rolled up the sand and dust, like a war hammer, and swung it heavily at Wang Qi.

Like a butterfly flapping its wings, the small ball of wind and sand broke the balance of heaven and earth, and exploded with a truly tragic blow. The wind and sand rolled in like a forest of cavalry guns, grinding away some resistance. .

However, this blow suddenly dissipated before it really broke out.

Wang Qi formed a sword with his fingers, condensed his magic power and gently drew it in the air, destroying the structure of the storm. The power of this blow was no longer concentrated around Wang Qi, but turned into a torrent and spread in all directions, without touching Wang Qi at all.

"What?" The short monk did not expect that his fatal blow was so easily broken by the opponent, and was shocked. He made this blow in anger. Although he did not mean to kill, he also had the intention of "letting this kid get hurt." Judging from Wang Qi's aura, he was at most in the early stage of the Golden Core, while these two exiled immortals had already reached the Golden Core Perfection. They had originally expected that even if Wang Qi could take it, he would definitely be in a mess.

Unexpectedly, Wang Qi actually broke the attack with just a light stroke of his hand!

To be honest, although the flow of the atmospheric system is chaotic and difficult to understand, it is not without traces. Wang Qi could not counter this spell, but it was indeed easy to destroy the directionality of this spell.

The short monk had already jumped into the air, preparing the next spell in his hand, and was about to make a decisive blow when Wang Qi took his first spell and was also restricted by the storm of the first spell. As a result, now that Wang Qi took a step ahead, he naturally made mistakes at every step.

Wang Qi dodged, and even his unpredictable body movements and Xiangyu Chuanyou were useless, and he caught the wrist of the short monk. Wang Qi held the opponent's pulse gate, pressed his magic power into the opponent's body, and then threw it out with close combat.

The other exiled immortal caught his partner with soft power and was immediately surprised. The short monk's magic power was sealed in an instant, and he couldn't use any strength! At this time, the two sides had already started fighting. He had no room for thinking and summoned a sword to cut directly at the enemy.

Facing the monk's electric sword, Wang Qi raised his hand. The electromagnetic sword light suddenly rapidly decayed and then disappeared.

Electromagnetic transformation, electromagnetic rotation is endless.

Seeing that Wang Qi just raised his hand to break his killing move, the tall monk said hatefully: "Looking at your cultivation and combat power, you must be a true disciple of that great sect. Why would such a disciple deliberately throw the sword here and do such a trick?"

Wang Qi absolutely could not say that this magic weapon was aimed at the exiled immortals, and that you were chopped because of your exiled immortal identity. He could only shake his head and gesture to the short monk: "Look at him."

"Hey! What are you looking at? Be careful, your grandfather will chop you to death with one sword!" The short monk actually became lively in an instant. He jumped between Wang Qi and the tall monk, but because he did not control his strength well, his legs sank into the sand to his knees. His face flushed, and he shook the sand away with force. At this time, the exiled immortal saw clearly that his partner had no injuries on his body, and his thin legs sank into the sand just now because his condition was unprecedentedly good, so good that he himself was not used to it.

This was naturally Wang Qi's credit. The essence of Yueluo Liuli was extremely overbearing. If the short monk was allowed to dissolve it by himself, it would probably take an hour or so. However, Wang Qi placed a targeted law in his magic power, disintegrated the essence of Yueluo Liuli, and at the same time passed a trace of life flame. This made the dwarf lively.

Wang Qi then spread his hands and said, "I really have no ill intentions. I also admit that the tone of my words just now was not very polite, but, aren't you a little too much?"

The short monk was still a little bit unwilling to give in: "You throw the sword here to trick people, and you have reason?"

Wang Qi shook his head. This matter was really difficult to explain. He communicated with Yueluo Liuli and asked about the incident. It turned out that the two monks came here to swim. Because their strength was too low, Xi let them approach Yueluo Liuli. The short monk saw the Moonfall Glazed Sword and found it to be a rare sword he had never seen before. He was so excited that he tried to pick it up.

Originally, they didn't expect it to be an ownerless thing. After all, how far is this place from Langde City? How could they get a good thing? They didn't even have the intention to refine it, they really just wanted to "try the sword".

But when their magic power came into contact with the Moonfall Glazed Sword, the Moonfall Glazed Sword keenly sensed the slight abnormality in their bodies.

Then, there was the scene that Wang Qi saw at the beginning.

Fortunately, the exiled immortal who used the Heavenly Song also knew that the person who could break the short man's killing move with one finger and block his unique skills with a raised hand must be someone they couldn't afford to offend, so he grabbed the short man, suppressed his anger, and asked: "Can you tell me your name? With your cultivation level, you must be a true disciple of the Five Absolutes of the Immortal Alliance. I don't think you have to be afraid of us, right?"

"Wang Qi." Wang Qi shook his head, reported his name, and then turned around and left again. He really didn't know where these two guys had eaten gunpowder, and they actually exploded when they touched each other. His words and actions just now were indeed a bit rude, but definitely... It shouldn't be to the point where these two people even used their unique killing moves, right?

Who knew that he had just taken two steps when the cultivator who used the Heavenly Song shouted: "Wait a minute!"

"Anything else?" Wang Qi was already a little unhappy. He also asked for compensation. He had just used the Flame of Life to heal the injured monk. Even if he was in the wrong, it was still a compensation. If the two guys continued to pester him, he would not mind letting them lie down again.

However, the monk's reaction was somewhat beyond Wang Qi's expectations. He walked over quickly, his eyes full of admiration: "Are you the Wang Qi? The Wang Qi who became the true disciple of the Wanfa Sect with the exiled immortal god?" (To be continued ~^~)