Mind Cultivation Record

Xiao Mian had already expected the opponent's tactical arrangements.

Since they came with their faces covered, it meant that the other party still had a lot of scruples about the identity of Ji Feifeng and his brother, and the person who did it did not intend to kill them.

It's just for the eighth-level spiritual bird...

In this case, it would be the best strategy to capture the weaker Ji Feipeng first and then use Ji Feipeng's safety to force Ji Feifeng to submit.

Although Ji Feipeng appears to be a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator who has condensed his spiritual consciousness, his reputation as a strong-willed but capable person is already well known in Chaoge City.

Therefore, a top-level Jindan monk who has not condensed his spiritual consciousness dares to tease him. Of course, he must have something to rely on.

If Ji Feipeng is really here, I'm afraid it's going to be really bad...

But the one hiding under the bamboo hat now is him - Nanyue Xiao Mian!

After bypassing Ji Feifeng, the man's hands flew continuously, and a stream of fine ghost lights swayed out from his sleeves. The ghost lights were much smaller than the sword light, and the number was beyond the imagination of ordinary monks - in an instant, Thousands of them spewed out!

Xiao Mian was shocked when he saw it, but he quickly calmed down.

Not to mention this little-known Jindan top-level monk, it was Jin Weili who was famous in Chu County, Shuiyue Fairy Shui Qianyue and even Wan Xingyun, the descendant of the Holy Land. Although these three people have complete sets of flying swords, but flying The number of swords is only around a thousand.

How could this man be able to surpass the three people in front of him so easily?

Obviously, these thousands of rays of light are definitely not flying swords!

Could it be - flying needle! ?

When he thought of this, Xiao Mian became determined.

Facing the dim light that flooded like locusts, Xiao Mian remained unmoved and brazenly released the Sun-Moon Sword that he had been avoiding, and took the opponent's head.

Seeing Xiao Mian being so supportive, the man couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

His set of flying needles, named Nether Locust Needles, is a mid-level magic weapon. Although each Nether Locust Needle is only the power of a top-level magic weapon, the number of Nether Locust Needles is as many as nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine. Nineteen pieces, such a huge number stacked up, the power is amazing.

It's just that this person's spiritual thoughts are limited, no more than a thousand.

Controlling five Nether Locust Needles with each spiritual thought was already his limit. Calculated in this way, there were as many as five thousand Nether Locust Needles attacking Xiao Mian!

What's more, his Nether Locust Needle also contains a sixth-level poison that is enough to kill a Golden elixir monk - each Nether Locust Needle does not carry a lot of poison, but the poison on five thousand Nether Locust Needles The cumulative amount of poison is enough to kill a Nascent Soul Ancestor!

After the Nether Locust Needle, which is as thin as an ox's hair, becomes a trend, even some quasi-Nascent Soul monks who have gathered their spiritual consciousness will be unable to avoid and retreat!

Xiao Mian's non-dodge was a way to deal with this ghostly locust needle.

However, before the man released the Nether Locust Needle, he had already held a good recovery elixir in his mouth. The potency of the medicine slowly dissipated, just enough to make up for the lost real energy.

At the same time, a simple shield appeared in front of the man...

Obviously, he also guessed that Xiao Mian would take a risk.

But he didn't expect that Xiao Mian's counterattack would be so violent!

The sun and moon swords, after leaving their hands, split into two branches, shaped like scissors, and strangled the masked man.

The masked man was stunned for a moment, and the shield he regarded as the Great Wall was neatly cut in two by the combined attack of the sun and moon swords...

That is a mid-level defensive magic weapon of good quality!

This idea came to the mind of the masked man. The swords of the sun and moon were like life-threatening scythes, attacking from the left and right, cutting off the man's neck!

At the same time, the five thousand Nether Locust Needles had already surrounded Xiao Mian.

Although the masked man died, the spiritual thoughts he used to control the Nether Locust Needle had naturally dissipated, but the true energy he poured into the Nether Locust Needle still existed.

Due to inertia, the thousands of Nether Locust Needles all attacked Xiao Mian.

Xiao Mian took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

Suddenly, a slightly golden shadow appeared around Xiao Mian.

Thousands of Nether Locust Needles all pierced into the pale golden shadow. The originally fast and violent attack suddenly slowed down, like feathers soaked in water.

After a breath, most of the Nether Locust Needles stopped their offensive.

But there were still hundreds of Nether Locust Needles rushing forward, and they continued to attack Xiao Mian slowly but firmly.

Seeing this, Xiao Mian didn't panic and shouted again.

With a hint of spirituality integrated into his voice, Xiao Mian's drink sounded like a Buddhist lion's roar.

The sound waves spread, and the hundreds of ghost locust needles were like fluttering catkins in the wind, unable to move by themselves.

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Mian collected thousands of Nether Locust Needles in his palm.

In just one face-to-face encounter, victory or defeat is decided, and life and death are decided.

Ji Feifeng and the leader had spiritual consciousness, and they were paying close attention to what was going on here. When the masked man was beheaded by Xiao Mian, the two of them were shocked and frightened. Now they see Xiao Mian so easily. After collecting the locust needles that filled the sky, Ji Feifeng was still fine. The leader screamed strangely and ran away...

As a result, the remaining person suffers.

When he saw his companion being neatly killed by Xiao Mian, he was frightened, and when he saw his quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator fleeing away, he was stunned again.

At this moment, a burst of fire shot into the sky.

Wherever the fire passed, there was blood.

The man was decapitated by Ji Feifeng's sword, and blood spattered five steps...

At this time, Xiao Mian happened to have everything belonging to the masked man in his arms.

Looking at each other with Ji Feifeng, the two quickly left the place of right and wrong.

Although the previous melee between the five people ended at the first touch, the psychic fluctuations caused by the fight between each other - especially the escape of the opponent's quasi-Nascent Soul monk, were enough to attract the attention of many interested people in the Taihang Mountains. If they don't leave at this time, When will it be more?

On a hill, under the Phantom Umbrella, Xiao Mian and Ji Feifeng sat opposite each other.

"Xiao Mian! You are so ruthless, are you planning on me right now?"

"Miss Ji! I see that when you killed that man, you showed no mercy at all! What you were worried about was just that you were afraid that the man who escaped would charge this debt to your younger brother or the Ji family, weren't you?" Pointing out Ji Feifeng's worries, Xiao Mian chuckled calmly: "Since those three people came here masked, it means that they are not strong enough to fight against the Ji family. In other words, even if they believed that the murderer was Ji Feipeng, who was rumored to be a powerful person, they would not dare to take revenge. , at most it’s just to help my brother clear his name!”

"... So, I want to thank you for helping my younger brother to shine?"

"I'm afraid, Miss, you are going to be disappointed!"

"You mean... Oh no! If they suspect that you are not really Ji Feipeng, will they make a dangerous move to cause trouble for my younger brother?"

"This... is hard to say!"

"You! Could it be that you had calculated this a long time ago? Then you ruthlessly killed the masked man with the sword?"

"You're a prize, Miss! Xiao is not blind, he can pinch and count! Besides, your brother has already gone away, and Chaoge City is only a hundred miles away. If everything goes well, he may have entered Chaoge City and is now in a safe place. Hiding in Ji’s house and having fun!”

"this……"

Xiao Mian's grab for the prize left Ji Feifeng speechless.

But Ji Feifeng didn't know that Ji Feipeng was being blocked by another "Xiao Mian"...

Ji Feipeng was shocked when he saw the face of the person blocking the road.

But before he could think about it, a sword light flew out from Xiao Mian opposite him.

The sword's light was like lightning, piercing straight towards Ji Feipeng on the opposite side.

In desperation, Ji Feipeng, who was a bachelor, roared, flew out his flying sword, and jumped into the air, trying to avoid Xiao Mian's attack.

The opponent dodged Ji Feipeng's flying sword but did not pursue him.

However, the man's flying sword, after piercing through Ji Feipeng's shadow, continued to attack the dense forest behind him.

Wherever the sword light passed, it split the night and illuminated the dense forest.

Ji Feipeng, who was in mid-air, couldn't help but look along the sword light, and was shocked to see another figure suddenly appear in front of the sword light.

While the man couldn't help but fly back, a flying sword flew out from his hand, fighting with the sword light that Xiao Mian had flown before.

At this time, Ji Feipeng still didn't know: Xiao Mian was targeting this enemy hiding in the dark.

Could it be that this person is the stalker who gave me the illusion before?

But shouldn't Xiao Mian be with his eldest sister?

How could it happen again...

Ji Feipeng was puzzled, but he unconsciously raised his figure and looked left and right, trying to take advantage of the opportunity when Xiao Mian was fighting with the man to escape.

He didn't care why Xiao Mian appeared here. As long as he could return to Chaoge City, he could not only ensure his own safety, but also make great contributions to the family.

It should be noted that the eighth-level spiritual bird worth 20 million souls is now quietly sealed in the ring on the middle finger of his right hand...

Ji Feipeng wished that the fight between Xiao Mian and that man became more and more fierce and cruel. It would be best if they died together, so that he could reap the benefits.

But the more he looked at it, the more strange it seemed to Ji Feipeng.

As a result, Ji Feipeng, who had already planned to retreat, was fascinated by the sight and froze in mid-air, as if he did not intend to leave...

In the flash of sword light, the man's face was vaguely visible.

Ji Feipeng mustered up his courage and enveloped his half-bucket of water-like consciousness.

The next moment, Ji Feipeng's handsome face was filled with brilliant colors, so gorgeous!

Just because the information fed back by his spiritual consciousness told Ji Feipeng that the monk who was fighting "Xiao Mian" clearly had the appearance of "Xiao Mian"!

Ji Feipeng's first reaction was that there was something wrong with his consciousness.

But at this moment, the originally dense night gradually became lighter.

But the ugly time is over, and the Yin time has arrived.

In the night, there are more dim morning lights.

Although Ji Feipeng is not a body refiner, a monk's eyesight is far better than that of ordinary people. Even with that glimmer of light, Ji Feipeng can already see clearly.

The person lurking in the dark and plotting evil indeed has the face of Xiao Mian!

But...but what kind of trouble are you trying to make! ?

Xiao Mian had already appeared in the previous episode, and if nothing unexpected happened, he and Ji Feifeng were now attracting everyone's attention in the hinterland of Taihang Mountain.

After that, another Xiao Mian came out and blocked Ji Feipeng's way.

I don’t want Xiao Mian to show up again now, and have a fierce fight with the Xiao Mian who blocked Ji Feipeng’s way before...

Xiao Mian! See Xiao Mian again!

Where did there come from so many Xiao Mian! ?