Villain: I am not good at fighting.

"A stinky monk who has just reached the Jindan stage and doesn't even have his own magic weapon or Dharma image dares to challenge me!"

Mo Yun Qiu Shui didn't tolerate it and directly taught Miao Qian a lesson.

Behind him was a mysterious Jindan Dharma image, with black armor that looked mighty and majestic, but his face was a skull with ghostly fire burning on it.

Miao Qian put his hands together and quickly recited a passage of scripture. A dazzling golden light barrier burst out from his body, and metal and iron collided invisibly.

Immediately afterwards, Miao Qian was hit by some huge force and retreated five steps. His body was shaking, his face was pale, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth again.

Before he could stand still, Mo Yun Qiu Shui appeared in front of him, stretched out five fingers and ran towards his crown.

The black nails emitted a chilling light that captivated the heart. A flash of madness and heat flashed across Miao Qian's eyes. The golden elixir in his body spun rapidly and expanded...

Ding! Sizzle~

At this moment, a dark green sword was placed across Miao Qian's forehead, blocking the hand that was about to grab his head, and the black nails rubbed against the sword.

It made an ear-piercing sound, making people feel uncomfortable. Upon seeing this, the madness in Miao Qian's eyes faded, and the golden elixir in his body gradually calmed down and returned to normal.

"Fang Jianyi, stop meddling in other people's business!"

Mo Yun Qiu Shui turned around with a cold face, looking angry.

"Miao Qian is a disciple of Lingtai Temple after all. I will not allow you to search his soul."

Although Liu Muqing has been expelled from Luoxia Mountain, Xie Xiaoyu still cares about their past friendship, and both sides want to know Liu Muqing's whereabouts.

So no matter what, Fang Jianyi would not let Mo Yun Qiu Shui search Miao Qian's soul.

"For Lin Luo's sake, I will not bother with you. If you continue to be ungrateful, don't blame me for disregarding my status and attacking a junior like you!"

There are different levels among those who have formed a Dan. Mo Yun Qiu Shui formed a Dan at the age of 24, and it took him less than 60 years to reach the late stage of Dan.

Hailed as the youngest person to have reached the Jindan stage in the Hehuan Sect in the past three hundred years, Lin Luo is recognized as the first person to have reached the Jindan stage. He has unparalleled combat power and is well-known for protecting his own people.

Although he is now in seclusion to reach the Nascent Soul stage and cannot come out to move around, he must confirm whether Lin Luo has succeeded or failed in his tribulation.

Mo Yun Qiu Shui was still a little wary of Lin Luo's disciples, but only a little, and wariness did not mean fear.

Her talent is no worse than Lin Luo's, but they were not born in the same era, and Lin Luo just started practicing a hundred years earlier than her.

If Fang Jian continues to be ungrateful, she doesn't mind dampening the enthusiasm of this young genius.

"younger generation?"

Fang Jianyi chuckled, and the Taixuan Dao essence penetrated the sword body, and his momentum did not diminish at all.

"On the path of cultivation, those who have achieved success come first. I am also at the Jindan stage, at the same level as you. Fellow Daoist Mo Yun, calling me a junior is a bit arrogant."

Fang Jianyi's words "fellow Daoist Mo Yun" made Mo Yun so angry that her eyebrows raised. She thought highly of herself, but this was the first time she was humiliated like this.

“Okay, okay, then I’d like to see how capable you are compared to Lin Luo!”

The black Dharma image followed Mo Yun Qiu Shui's actions, burning fiercely, and the two long swords with black flames seemed to carry countless evil spirits.

One on the left and one on the right, they attacked Fang Jianyi. Mo Yun Qiu Shui himself, on the other hand, made hand gestures and chanted a spell, and a blood-red butterfly grew out of his pupils.

The butterfly flapped its wings and emitted brilliant light. Xie Xiaoyu and Miao Qian, who were standing beside them, felt dizzy and drowsy.

The sword rises!

The Moying Sword vibrated slightly, Fang Jianyi embraced the Yuan Shouyi, completely at ease, and his whole body fell into the state of selflessness unique to swordsmanship.

Suddenly, the Moying Sword was unsheathed, and the three-foot green blade was wrapped with sword light, like a swimming dragon, and the attack of the black Dharma image was broken by the sword force.

The two black swords came to a brief stagnation, and Fang Jianyi took the opportunity to get close to Mo Yun Qiu Shui. The butterfly flapped its wings, and the black swords burned and took shape.

Two skeleton cavalrymen galloped on their horses and arrived first to kill Fang Jianyi who was approaching. At the same time, the black Dharma image responded again.

He grew new hands, let out a long roar towards the sky, and then reached out to grab his heart, which was where Mo Yun Qiu Shui was.

The illusory palm of the Dharmadhatu grabbed Mo Yun Qiu Shui's pupil, and then pulled it outward, and Mo Yun Qiu Shui grew butterfly eyes.

A series of butterflies were brought out and suddenly flew all over the sky, flying towards Fang Jianyi. During this process, the black Dharma image once again howled towards the sky.

The butterflies transformed into skeleton ghost soldiers wearing armor and burning black flames, some holding long swords, some holding long knives, looking hideous and terrifying.

After Fang Jianyi formed the Dan, he did not practice the magical power of Dharma, but only refined the Moying Sword into his life-long magic weapon, and faced the skeleton ghost soldiers who came like a tsunami.

I saw his long sword rolling, and the sword energy turned into rain, densely packed like an impenetrable wall, crushing and cutting the skeleton ghost soldiers into pieces.

Those black flames cling to bones and burn the heart. Just a little bit of it can cause a person to lose their vitality. They are extremely vicious.

The sword's momentum changed again, and Fang Jianyi's body was as fast as lightning, passing through layers of skeleton ghost soldiers and suddenly approaching Mo Yun Qiu Shui. The long sword was less than a foot away from the gorgeous black robe.

Behind Mo Yun Qiu Shui, the black Dharma image condensed into a huge physical spear, locking onto Fang Jianyi's position with a posture of judgment.

"Amitabha, please stop, both donors, and do not damage the harmony. Junior Brother Miaoqian has colluded with the demon tribe and established a private religion. We have already reported this to the abbot."

Three monks flew in from outside the hall, two were in the early stage of Jindan, and one was in the late stage of foundation building.

The leading monk was tall, with long arms that reached vertically to his knees. After he came in, he did not look at Miao Qian.

Instead, he clasped his hands together and slowly bowed to Fang Jianyi and Mo Yun Qiu Shui.

"Amitabha, I am Miaofa, the fourth disciple of Abbot Jueye of Lingtai Temple, two donors, and everyone outside the temple. Please come with me to Lingtai Temple.

How about handing Junior Brother Miaoqian over to the abbot for public interrogation and guaranteeing a satisfactory explanation to everyone? "

Mo Yun Qiu Shui curled his lips in disdain and dispersed the Dharma image behind him. Fang Jian exhaled a breath of gray-black turbid air and sheathed his sword.

"How can a disciple of the Miao generation advance to the Jindan stage and walk around without practicing Dharma?"

The disciples of Lingtai Temple, with the support of the big tree of Buddhism, have an endless supply of power of faith, so after forming the elixir, they can quickly cultivate the Dharma image.

The two monks in the early stage of Jindan before him, plus Miao Qian, were only at the Jindan stage, without a formed golden body in their bodies.

"Amitabha, I want to reply to Senior Mo Yun. In recent years, Black Wind Dao beast tides have occurred frequently. My fellow disciples and I have been busy and have little time to spare."

Mo Yunqiu Shui felt comfortable when being called senior, unlike Fang Jianyi, the rebellious "junior".

"Disciple of Abbot Jueye... well, I will go with you to Lingtai Temple, but let me be frank with you, the Hehuan Sect must obtain the Xuanyin Body, humph!"

Mo Yun Qiu Shui glanced at Fang Jianyi coldly. Sword cultivators were really difficult to deal with. In the previous fight, the illusion didn't work.

Finally, he had to use 70% of his strength to barely suppress him.