Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 272 If something goes wrong, there must be a monster

People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today's moon once illuminated the ancient people.

The moon is dim and the stars are dim, and the middle-aged man Wuyezi holds a sword in both hands, looking at the familiar sea of ​​stars, with a sense of right and wrong in his eyes.

The Wu Yezi of the past was the contemporary Jiang Chengjian, a powerful figure in the Central Continent, who defeated an entire generation with the power of his sword. At that time, Jiang Chengjian was just an unknown little swordsman whose name he had never even heard of.

But whether a hero or a tyrant, there is always a time when the show comes to an end.

After sleeping underground for three thousand years, Wu Yezi has long become an outsider that has nothing to do with the current world. The Central Continent swordsmen who once respected and feared him are almost dead. Today, few Central Continent swordsmen have even heard of his name. , let alone sell him face, it is not easy to integrate into the spiritual path again.

But that’s how spiritual practice is. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, you have to find a way to move forward.

In the past few days after waking up, Wu Yezi has been thinking of ways to return to his former position; if he wants to become the pinnacle swordsman famous in Jade Yaozhou again, the first thing he has to do is to get rid of his current skin.

This skin named 'Zhao Qu' is at the sixth level of Linggu. It has no flaws, but it also has no advantages. With Wuyezi's experience and the wealth accumulated in Linglong Pavilion, it took a hundred years to polish it. It is not that it cannot be repeated. Reach the top.

Wuyezi was able to leave his name in the world, and he was definitely not a person who was eager for quick success and had such patience; but what he couldn't accept was that this body had five elements and was close to earth.

Everyone has attributes of the five elements. Even if Youhuang's peak natal life is perfect and there is no difference in the grade of the five elements, the monks will still focus on the attributes of the five elements with the strongest affinity.

Wuyezi's five elements are close to water. The exercises, martial arts and even the immortal weapon he has been searching for in the past are all suitable for monks who are close to water, followed by metal and wood. Among the five elements, earth controls water, so he uses this body to practice. , is tantamount to getting twice the result with half the effort and making yourself suffer.

On the contrary, Zuo Lingquan's body is very suitable for him in every aspect. It is simply a tailor-made embryo. If you get it, you will get twice the result with half the effort in the future. I am afraid that in ten or twenty years, you will be able to return to your previous peak state, and maybe even more. high.

Comparing the two, it goes without saying how Wuyezi can choose; but he also understands that the people he can like are by no means unknown in today's spiritual practice.

Through soul searching and interrogation of several passing monks, Wu Yezi roughly learned about the current situation in Yuyaozhou.

Although the current top Immortal Venerables are all latecomers and he doesn't know any of them, he has been to the top of the mountain and has a rough estimate of the conduct of these fellow Taoists; after all, as long as the Tao of Immortality is still broken, no matter how good the talent is, He can only be stuck at the end of the broken bridge, and it is impossible to surpass his knowledge of the strongest person.

According to Wuyezi's judgment, the guardian behind Zuo Lingquan is one of the eight great lords, Lord Linyuan being the most likely.

If Lord Linyuan is with him, Wuyezi has no chance. However, it is impossible for an Immortal Venerable of this level to personally communicate with his disciples. Normally, if something goes wrong, he should say hello to the local Fellow Daoist, or use The great Divine Ability came from the sky to help the disciples get through things.

The tearing space has a limited range. It is impossible to open a hole in Yuyao Continent and go directly to the back garden of Beishui Continent. As long as Lord Linyuan is near Tiedong Mansion, it is impossible to reach the Central Continent in an instant. That needs to be guarded against. There are only monks nearby.

Wuyezi knew that there were ten sword kings in the Central Continent, and there were two lords near Fulong Mountain in the south. If anyone came over, it would be difficult for him to deal with them now, so he could only arrange the venue first and then fight quickly.

Fortunately, after working hard for more than ten days, everything is ready. The next step is to wait for the fish to take the bait.

Speaking of which, this is a big gamble. If you win, you will be on the road to heaven, but if you lose, your body will be wiped out. It is not in line with the concept of seeking stability in everything in practice.

But sometimes, the road to immortality is right in front of you. If you miss it, you will never see it again in your life. If you don't dare to take a chance, what's the point of following this path of cultivation?

I almost died last time, and I have already lost once. How can you lose again when betting on dogs...

Wu Yezi held the long sword with both hands, looking to the southeast and thinking secretly, until the morning light in the east lit up, several figures finally appeared in the field of vision...

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The first light of morning appeared, and the long-lost sun rose from the mountains behind.

The yellow sand and mountains that have been soaked in rain and dew for a long time dry quickly under the hot sunshine, so that the ground is filled with mist, and you can feel a hot flash all over your body.

Zuo Lingquan walked with his sword and came to the mountains in the southwest. After seeing the densely packed monks in the distance, he landed on the ground and walked forward.

There were many Independent Cultivators who came together to hunt for treasures in the mountains and fields, but the three of them did not attract the attention of others.

It may be that the source of the spiritual energy fluctuations has been discovered, and the high-level monks have left. The remaining low-level monks, because it is not worth fighting for a few pieces of black water, no longer fight and kill each other, but dig in full swing. Mine, sometimes you can hear discussions:

"The mine is very deep. If you dig inside, you can still find good quality ones. Wouldn't it take up a lot of space to get these broken stones?"

"It's safe to leave the bag, you can dig as much as you can, so hurry up and leave..."

"I heard that people from the Qi family and Chen family are coming soon. These people will definitely occupy the mine when they arrive. Hurry up and dig as much as you can. Opportunities like this will not be easy to find in the future..."

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Zuo Lingquan walked along the crowd and saw the monks covered in bags and bags. He recalled the scene when he and Jingxun went into the Luohun Abyss for the first time and found a lot of ore.

Although in retrospect, it was just some ordinary materials, and a whole Linglong Pavilion was sold for 10,000 white jade bahts, but the excitement of getting money for nothing is still fresh in my memory, so I understand the current mood of these Independent Cultivators.

Xie Qiutao likes this kind of thing the most. If it were normal, she would definitely go in with a big bag to pick up stones. The white jade baht she picks up for free is never too much, no matter how high the level is.

However, with Shangguan Lingye and Zuo Lingquan in front of him, it would definitely not be appropriate to ask them to accompany him into the mine. After a few glances, Xie Qiutao said in disappointment:

"It looks like just a mine. I thought some big baby was born."

Shangguan Lingye is the heir to the Iron Cu Mansion, and his family owns a bank. Although he likes small money, he really has no interest in mining with the low-level Independent Cultivator. She looked around outside the mine and found nothing special, then she said:

"Forget it, there isn't much money in this place. Let's look elsewhere."

He had already been to Qilin Cave and came here again, but found nothing. Zuo Lingquan didn't know when he would find it, so he wanted to suggest that he go back and bring the Huafang here and take Qingwan with him to look for opportunities.

But before Zuo Lingquan could speak, he suddenly felt a vague Sword Intent coming from the distant mountains.

The Sword Intent was very elusive, and I couldn't figure out the exact direction. It was very familiar. Zuo Lingquan had used the Immortal Sword once, so he recognized it at that time.

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Zuo Lingquan's expression was slightly condensed, and he turned to look at the mountains in the distance - the green mountains were locked in mist, and the sky and the earth were like ink paintings. It was hazy and he could not see anything clearly. When he felt carefully, the Sword Intent just now disappeared without a trace.

Shangguan Lingye didn't notice anything strange and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"I feel the trace of that fairy sword, like an illusion, right behind the mine, at an uncertain distance."

Only people with extremely weak souls will have confused consciousness and hallucinations. For those who practice spiritual practice, if they feel something is there, they are there, and there is no such thing as hallucination.

Shangguan Lingye and Xie Qiutao's expressions became solemn upon hearing this.

Xie Qiutao looks naive, but his alertness is far beyond ordinary people, otherwise he would not have lived so long. She thought for a while and said:

"Why do I feel like that person's ghost is still there? From outside the sand sea to here, he has always been near us."

Zuo Lingquan looked at Shangguan Lingye: "It feels wrong, why don't we go and slay the demons and restore the right path?"

Shangguan Lingye felt that there must be a monster if something went wrong. He was assessing the good or bad luck of this trip. Before he could make up his mind, Tuanzi, who was sleeping in his arms, poked his head out of his collar and looked at the crowd outside the mine. He raised his wings and shook his head. :

"grumble!"

From the looks of it, he was greeting an acquaintance.

The three of them were slightly startled, and when they turned to look around, they discovered that among the crowd of Independent Cultivators at the bottom of the mountain, there was a sullen old man sitting on a rock, chatting with a few young people...

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There will be another chapter later, currently being written...

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