Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"If you chase me and run away like this, how long will the fight last?"

Xiaoyaomeng found it quite interesting just now. The huge yellow ray flying sword struck the blood-red flame shield with great power, making a shocking sound, which made her quite excited.

In this venue, the two of them kept flashing back and forth with their escape skills, which was extremely boring.

The Seventh Young Master seemed to have come to his senses at this time and no longer looked at the competition below.

She showed a faint smile and said, "Fellow Taoist Wu Shan seems to have also practiced the earth system body-refining technique. Combined with the incomparable power of the Great Open and Great Sword Technique, it is extremely powerful. It seems that even with this protective flame, Taoist Ji is invincible. The Earth Sword Technique seems to be powerful, but it is a bit bulky and can easily be dodged by monks with flexible movements. As time goes by, the consumption will inevitably increase."

Mrs. Xiaoyao seemed to have closed her eyes and fell into concentration.

Xiaoyao dreamed of this and stared at the Seventh Young Master with a smile: "Sister Feng, who do you hope will win? This will determine who can participate in the Zhongdu Imperial City Tournament. In the future, I will go to the secret realm of the Imperial City with you. !”

The Seventh Young Master looked thoughtful at this moment and shook his head for a while.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Wu Shan has an advantage. After all, he has been famous for many years and is a monk in the middle stage of Jindan. He is more suitable to participate in competitions among large sects than Fellow Daoist Ji. However, Fellow Daoist Ji still has secret skills that have not been activated yet. He is just defensive and seems to be showing weakness. meaning."

Xiaoyao Meng pursed her lips and said with a dissatisfied look: "Sister Feng, I'm asking you who you hope will win, not that you should predict who is strong and who is weak here. Why do you say that you have all these things and don't have them?"

The Seventh Young Master's expression froze when he heard this. After a long while, he stared at Xiaoyaomeng again and laughed out loud.

"Sister Xiaoyao, what are you thinking? You actually set a trap for me. How can I hope that whoever wins will lose? Strength comes first. Whoever is stronger will go to the imperial city to compete."

She sighed again, shook her head and said: "Each of the major palace masters will have powerful and talented monks to help in the competition, especially the grand palace master and the three palace masters. They are the top ranked Huashen Palace among the ten major sects of good and evil, and the genius of the Tiangui Sect. Disciple, how dare you say anything to get to the secret realm of the Imperial City, I just hope that a miracle will happen."

Hearing this, Xiaoyao Meng's eyes rolled around, but she laughed loudly and said: "So it seems that Sister Feng is looking down on me, a monk of Xiaoyao Sword Sect. Whether it is Senior Brother Wu's earth sword technique or Ji Lingyu's body training technique, it seems that now No weaker than other major sects, Sister Feng should be determined to win."

The Seventh Young Master was about to speak when he heard this, when Mrs. Xiaoyao, who was sitting by the stone platform in the middle, opened her eyes slightly.

He said calmly: "Meng'er, tell them to stop fighting. There will be no results after half a day."

She looked at the Seventh Young Master with a playful expression.

"Girl Feng really has no hope that either of them will lose or win?"

Seeing that Xiaoyaomeng had leapt off the stage, she sighed again: "Now it seems that they can't tell the difference between the winner and the loser. After all, Ji Xiaozi is at a disadvantage because his cultivation level is slightly inferior, and he doesn't have a powerful magic weapon to attack the enemy and counterattack, so he can only I can let Wu Shan participate in the competition."

The Seventh Young Master's expression changed when he heard this, and he was about to blurt out the words, but was suppressed by her.

After a while, she said in a calm tone: "Since Senior Xiaoyao has decided so, I, this junior, will act as ordered!"

Mrs. Xiaoyao slightly raised her head and looked at the Seventh Young Master standing beside her. At this time, there were only two people in the pavilion.

She looked solemn, with an incomprehensible look in her phoenix eyes.

"Girl Feng, your mind is not yours, and it's useless to force me. Okay, I know what you're thinking."

The Seventh Young Master's expression changed drastically, and he knelt down and worshiped: "This junior just thinks that there will be more opportunities with one more person, and has no other thoughts..."

Mrs. Xiaoyao stopped looking at her.

"The cycle of cause and effect is not up to anyone at all. Now it seems that everyone has their own destiny and cannot be interfered with. What about Meng'er?"

She said with a slightly cold tone: "Meng'er has always regarded you as my biological sister. She is quite simple and sincere. You must not do anything to make her sad. Otherwise, I will spare you, but her father will not take care of you." Are you from the Ying family? Your Phoenix bloodline is regarded as a thorn in his side."

The Seventh Young Master kowtowed to the ground and remained silent for a while, then said: "Don't worry, Madam Xiaoyao, this little girl has her own sense of propriety. She only pursues the great road in this life and has no other distracting thoughts..."

Mrs. Xiaoyao sighed again when she heard this. She looked towards the distant blue sky and was speechless for a long time.

When Xiaoyao Meng came to the scene, he saw the two of them still moving around in the square of several miles.

She said loudly: "Okay, okay, running for a long time is no fun at all. Mom, let you two go up."

Wu Shan had just flashed out in front of him, and when he saw Ji Lingyu a mile away in front of him, he frowned, hum! There was a sound.

"Does Fellow Daoist Ji only know how to dodge? Ordinary monks can't hide for so long. Body-refining monks are really strong, but it's just boring to fight like this."

His body shape changed, and the giant yellow sword he held in both hands disappeared in a flash, and he flew towards the pavilions and pavilions on the stone wall on the left.

Ji Lingyu appeared in front of Xiaoyao Meng in a flash. At this time, there was no blood-red flame protection on his body, and he was dressed in white clothes with a fluttering demeanor that seemed to have no trace of emptiness at all.

When Xiaoyao dreamed of this, he felt quite contemptuous.

She sarcastically said: "Ji Lingyu, how do you know how to run away? Use your secret magic light to fight with Senior Brother Wu with a real sword and a real gun. There is no shame in losing..."

Ji Lingyu spread his hands helplessly.

"Fairy Xiaoyao, I don't even have a magic weapon now, how can I fight with a famous swordsman like Wu Shan in face-to-face combat? I can barely protect myself by relying on my body's protective flames and my escape skills..."

Xiaoyaomeng stared at his pitiful appearance and laughed out loud.

"Why did you beat Senior Sister Yao so easily just now? She is also a middle-stage Jindan cultivator."

Ji Lingyu shook up the non-existent dust on her white brocade clothes, and said with a faint smile: "It's just a matter of restraint. The ice sword energy and blood flames restrain each other, but my magic power and body are much deeper than hers..."

Xiaoyaomeng was quite dissatisfied. This guy must have some tricks that he had not yet used, and his divine light was of no use just hiding it.

"Okay, okay, stop bragging. Senior Sister Ningshuang has been sent back to the sect to practice in seclusion. She must hate you. You should be careful not to go to Liangzhou, otherwise the senior brothers in the sect will beat you up. I can’t find Bei, Senior Sister Ningshuang has many admirers..."

Ji Lingyu frowned, but still laughed and said: "This fellow Taoist Wushan doesn't seem to be angry with Yao Xianzi. As for the other Xiaoyao Sword Sect, I won't go to their sect, and they can't find me... …”

Xiaoyaomeng's expression changed, and she stared at Ji Lingyu for a moment.

Suddenly he said angrily: "Ji Lingyu, you are now a guest of Xiaoyao Sword Sect, why do you still treat me and my mother as your own?"

Ji Lingyu's expression froze when he heard this, and after a long time he said solemnly: "Fairy Xiaoyao has helped me many times, so I should remember it, but I am used to being free, and I really can't stand the constraints of the sect. Don't blame me, Fairy Xiaoyao!"

Xiaoyaomeng didn't know what she thought of when she heard this. She said in a rare and calm tone: "Let's go! Let's go up quickly. My mother has something to do with you."