Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 206 Mouse and Cat

Seeing three companions being kicked away by Ye Xiaochuan, the remaining ten or so young men immediately rushed towards Ye Xiaochuan with a whistle. Ye Xiaochuan laughed loudly, and did not let go of Lan Ling. He flashed into the crowd of young men, kicking here and there. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen young men flew out with a cry.

Invisible phantom, this is a superior body technique that even Yun Qiyou has a headache about. It is naturally like a wolf entering a flock of sheep to deal with a few mortals who have not even reached the realm of flying in the sky.

Among these disciples of Langya Xianzong, only Ouyang Caiyu is a cultivator of the fifth level of flying in the sky, and the others have not reached the flying in the sky.

What does it mean to not reach the flying in the sky? That is a mortal. Only when you reach this level, you are different from mortals and can truly be regarded as entering the ranks of cultivators.

Seeing Ye Xiaochuan knocking his companions to the ground with a few moves, Ouyang Caiyu's face turned purple.

She let out a delicate cry, let go of the blue silk magic weapon, and frantically pinched her hands. Suddenly, the blue silk magic weapon glowed, and turned into a blue giant python, trying to entangle Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan was startled and finally let go of the blue silk magic weapon.

Ouyang Caiyu was overjoyed to see that his magic weapon finally came back. He held one end of the blue silk magic weapon, and suddenly the blue light in the sky covered Ye Xiaochuan's head.

Ye Xiaochuan narrowed his eyes and said to Yang Shijiu: "Stay away! Today, let's see how this great immortal fights against the strong and helps the weak!"

Yang Shijiu and his father Yang Dashan had already hidden far away. The fight between immortals is not something that mortals like them can participate in. It would be bad if they were affected.

Now Ye Xiaochuan is very interested in the blue silk magic weapon that is more than ten feet long controlled by Ouyang Caiyu. He can't name this magic weapon, but it has enough spiritual power. It is also a middle-to-upper-class magic weapon in the world of cultivation.

The most valuable thing is that this magic weapon is actually a piece of silk, which is very different from the magic weapons of the immortal sword and ghost-head knife that he is familiar with.

As the blue light covers, the surrounding wind is strong, sand and stones are flying, and people can't open their eyes. The dozen or so teenagers who were kicked to the ground by Ye Xiaochuan and groaned ran away groaningly to avoid the disaster of the fish pond.

The blue silk magic weapon was wrapped with hundreds of blue lights. Ye Xiaochuan shook his hand back, and the edgeless sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The dense green sword energy instantly covered his body and shuttled rapidly.

The sudden appearance of dense green air swords really scared Ouyang Caiyu. Most of the disciples of Langya Sword Sect practiced immortal sword magic weapons. She had never seen anyone who did not rely on hand seals and sword tactics to activate hundreds of air swords in an instant.

It was not until the blue light she controlled was ruthlessly crushed by those green air swords that she realized that she had only picked on soft persimmons before, but today she had encountered a tough one.

No matter how she mobilized her spiritual power to drive the blue silk magic weapon, she could not break into the defensive sword circle set up by the stinky boy. She soon realized that there was a huge gap between her and the dark-skinned boy. The other party did not want to kill her. Otherwise, once he launched a counterattack with the air sword, she would not be able to hold on for even half an incense stick of time and would be pierced to death by thousands of swords.

Ouyang Caiyu was ashamed and angry. She originally wanted to come and make trouble, but she was beaten up by others. She thought she had extraordinary qualifications and reached the fifth level of flying at the age of fifteen. She should be the best among her peers.

Unexpectedly, the dark-skinned boy in front of her looked about the same age as herself, but his cultivation was so high that it was unfathomable! This hurt her!

Another proud swan was hit.

If it were someone else, knowing that there was a big gap in strength between them, they might have given up long ago. But this proud swan insisted on gritting its teeth, mobilizing all the true methods in its body, and the blue light multiplied several times compared to the initial one, frantically attacking Ye Xiaochuan's defensive sword circle.

It seemed that, in her opinion at this moment, it was no longer important whether she could defeat Ye Xiaochuan. As long as she broke that hateful sword circle, it would be the greatest victory in her life.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't care, and just played with this beautiful and unruly little girl. He was like a cat teasing a poor little mouse.

Not far away, there were dozens of young nuns in gray robes, and several middle-aged nuns in moon-white monk robes, all looking here.

One of the nuns looked about forty years old, wearing a very clean moon-white monk robe, and turning a string of amber prayer beads in her hands in a very rhythmic manner.

Her body was a little fat, and her skin was a little sallow due to her long-term vegetarian diet without oil. But her eyes were very bright, as pure as autumn water.

She was the hostess of Jishi Temple, Master Xuanhui!

"Amitabha, what a great skill you can perform the Eight Styles of Divine Sword. This young man must be a disciple of the Cangyun Sect."

The speaker was an old nun who looked very old beside Master Xuanhui. She had wrinkles on her face and her robe was a little worn. Her voice was quite low and hoarse.

Master Xuanhui smiled slightly and said, "Senior Sister Xuanbi, this young man has a very high level of cultivation. He is definitely not an unknown person in the Cangyun Sect. Why don't you guess who he is?"

The old nun named Xuanbi glanced at Master Xuanhui and said, "Junior Sister, it seems that you have already guessed it. This young man's activation of the Eight Styles of Divine Sword is very magical. Hundreds of Qi swords came out in an instant. Only those who have cultivated the Yin-Yang Heaven and Earth Dao of the Cangyun Sect to the seventh level of the mid-stage of the Out-of-Body Realm can move to this level. But this young man is too young. He looks only about ten years old. I really can't guess."

Nun Xuanhui said: "I sent Lefan and several disciples to watch the Cangyun Sect's test a while ago. According to what Lefan told me, if I am not mistaken, this young man is Ye Xiaochuan, who won the third place in this Cangyun test."

Nun Xuanbi was stunned and said: "Ye Xiaochuan? I have never heard of this name before."

Nun Xuanhui said: "I just heard about it recently. He is the biggest dark horse in the Cangyun test. Even the Burning Smoke Fairy Gu Paner was defeated by his sword. In the end, he was defeated by the Dust-Cutting Sword of the Lingbing Fairy Yun Qiyou. By the way, his master is Qingfeng."

Nun Xuanbi's eyes flashed with a ray of wisdom, and she smiled slightly and said: "So it is It's not surprising that he is the disciple of the old drunkard Qingfeng. Perhaps he is the only one in the world who can teach a dark horse. Three hundred and sixty years ago, in the battle at Duantian Cliff, the old drunkard quietly broke into the top ten and was called the three dark horses at that time together with the two sisters Liubo and Liuyun. It's not surprising that he can teach another dark horse. Namo Amitabha. "

Master Xuanhui smiled slightly and said, "Sister, it seems that you are still brooding over the fact that you were defeated by Qingfeng at Duantian Cliff that year. This is not good. Monks should be free from all desires. You should let go of some obsessions. You have been trapped in the spiritual realm for more than a hundred years. If you can't let go of the obsessions in your heart, it will be difficult to make progress in your practice. "