Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

The purple-clothed Taoist stared at the rune for a long time, and was about to rub it down, but saw that the group of cultivators who had chased him back quickly returned to him.

His expression was condensed, and the pressure was like hell. Without saying a word, cold sweat overflowed from the foreheads of the several monks, and he immediately said: "Report to the master, the formation was changed by the monk, and now we can't go out for the time being. We can only wait for Elder Song to crack it. He said, if you want to forcibly break the formation, you must be responsible for repairing it."

It's not that he doesn't want to forcibly break the formation, but that Elder Song, who is the leader of the Ziyun Dao talisman formation, never agrees to break it out by force - he was born in the royal family of Jin, and he knows that if the talisman formation is forcibly broken, the cost of rebuilding it will be almost the same as If it is rebuilt, it will not be able to get it out for a while, not to mention that even though there are nearly half of the spiritual objects offered in the three continents of the north, southeast and south, the spiritual objects of Ziyun Dao are still tight, and each branch and vein has strict quotas. In the big formation, at least one year's spirits of the Kingdom of Jin must be filled in.

"I know," the purple-clothed Taoist nodded slightly, and asked lightly, "The son of Taiqing who saved people earlier, can you see the talisman clearly?"

The leading cultivator who transformed himself immediately said: "According to my subordinates, there is a magic lamp in the seal of the young white lotus. The meaning of the white lotus is extremely pure and cannot be faked."

"So it's from Xie Chuandeng's lineage," the purple-clothed Taoist nodded, "Retire."

"Yes!" The cultivator who transformed the spirit left immediately, leaving only the purple-clothed Taoist to stay where he was, as if forming a world of his own.

After a while, an old monk with long beard and white eyebrows quickly came to him, but without saying hello, he stepped forward to touch the magic circle again, looking at the rune pattern modified by Feng Qingxiu, his eyes lit up, With an intoxicated face, he couldn't help but nodded: "Good method! Good method! It's so mysterious, it's not inferior to Zhenwen!"

The purple-clothed cultivator said lightly: "Naturally, that's from the lineage of Taiqing Chuandeng."

"Are you blaming the undercover disciples I sent for not coming back?" The white-browed monk sneered, "Come on, Xie Chuandeng sacrificed his cultivation for thousands of years in order to steal the law. Kunlai learned the whole set of Feilai Peak formations, but what happened? He worked hard for decades and wrote more than 400 million sets of formations, but he couldn't even find a single disciple, and he couldn't even find Feilai Peak's spiritual creature. Before he died, the blueprints of the houses left behind before his death were difficult to rest in peace. His own son, Xie Shouqingju, was ridiculed for his incompetence and committed suicide. After passing on the lamp, there was only one grandson left, who was still angry and closed the mountain. how?"

Knowing Taiqing Bailian's Taoist will, and possessing the unique knowledge of formation and passing on the lamp, it must be his unknown grandson.Alas, he would like to swallow Fanlao Dan and go to Kunlai as an undercover agent, but it is a pity that although Fanlao Dan can rejuvenate, it will damage his spiritual roots, and his own lifespan will also be lost proportionally. His lifespan is extremely limited. You can't live for more than ten years, and you can't even learn a corner of Feilai Peak, let alone spend 12 years in the outer gate.

The purple-clothed monk was silent.

"Think of a real way," Elder Song sighed, and continued to look at the formation longingly, "It seems that Xie Chuandeng's grandson has inherited his mantle. I don't think there is any need to chase that boy Zhao. You have to find a way to get rid of it." Please come over here for advice, I won’t even ask you for next year’s magic formation.”

"It's what you said, then Zhao Hao got the Kunlai relic, and the manuscript of the Taoist Punisher's formation." Cultivator Ziji said helplessly.

"It's all 600 years old. You don't even know Kunlai's formations in the past [-] years... Oh, forget it, you don't understand the matter of formations." Elder Song didn't want to talk about professionalism with non-professionals , Continue to turn your head obsessed, this is the formation and symbolism from Kunlai!As a formation cultivator, he has long admired Taoist Xing to the extreme, "Also, take care of your daughter, how many times has she released Zhao Hao?"

"Forget it, I'll try my best to negotiate with the Taiqing faction." The purple-clothed monk sighed slightly, but then he thought again. He hadn't heard of the re-opening of the Taiqing Chuandeng lineage recently, and Taiqing didn't know about the grandson of Xie Chuandeng going out?No wonder he wants to catch Zhao Hao—if there is a chance, can he be brought over?

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Although there was a chase, Feng Qingxiu was confident when the circle was opened and closed, even the leader of the circle would have to spend a little time

"Name?" At the foot of Chongnan Mountain, Feng Qingxiu asked the young man he had captured.

"Why should I tell you?" The young man looked at him sideways, with a perfectly curved nose, deep brows, sharp edges and corners, and bright black and white eyes. It was at this moment that he looked at people with his chin slightly raised, that slightly sinister look. The face can also make countless girls feel excited.

"I saved you." Feng Qingxiu said flatly.

"Did I ask you for help?" The young man snorted and said proudly, "If you hadn't made trouble, I would have already run away."

"If you don't say anything, I'll send you back and run away again." Feng Qingxiu raised her hand with a smile, the fingertips were surrounded by invisible sword energy, exuding terrifying pressure.

"Come on, seeing that you are willing to save me, there must be some reason why you have to save me. If you don't say anything else, I can go." The young man patted his buttocks, got up from the ground, checked the equipment on his body, and found that there was nothing missing. Only the back is left behind, "Thank you for your kindness, don't have to see you again."

Feng Qingxiu tilted her head, thinking that she is Kunlai's elder brother, no matter how the other party got Kunlai's core inheritance, they are regarded as Kunlai's outer disciples, so, let me educate my seniors on the way , not only should, but should be.

When the invisible sword came out, the young man seemed to be frivolous, but in fact he was fully alert. When the long sword was drawn out, it brought out a pool of cold autumn water. His cultivation was suddenly transformed into a god.

But just dodging with a sword, the body protection magic weapon on the young man screamed nearly a hundred times, causing his face to change slightly for a moment—this means that the opponent has at least a hundred swords that could hurt him at this moment, if it wasn't for him If there is that special magic weapon body protection.

"Stop!" The young man couldn't help shouting, "What kind of skill is it to rely on this magic weapon, dare you fight with real swords and guns?"

This top-grade magic weapon of his can resist the Taoist monks for a moment, and it is the biggest reliance for him to survive so many years in Central Continent, but the recovery of the consumption will take time. The magic weapon is useless, but the opponent's invisible sword energy is too sharp and weird, and in just such a moment, the magic weapon is almost consumed!

Feng Qingxiu slightly hooked her lips, recalled the incomparably sharp Heavenly Demon Sword Qi, and made a gesture of invitation using her fingers as a sword.

The young man thought that this guy must be some old monster monk's young chick who just came out of the nest, he was so easily caught in the trap, but he likes it!He stared at the opponent intently, raised his hand suddenly, swiped his long sword, changed his figure, passed the opponent at a high speed, folded his right wrist, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the enemy's neck.

Feng Qingxiu's fingertips touched the edge of his sword gently, and he avoided the edge of the sword with a side step, and the opponent followed the trend, and pulled out a small sword from the hilt with his left hand, pressed it close to his body, and slashed towards his waist On the side, the little sword is as light and cold as a snake. When it is drawn out, it makes a strange whistling sound. It follows a trajectory that conforms to the way of heaven. If you don't dodge it, it can easily cut people in two.

Feng Qingxiu's fingertips on the sword didn't move, she raised her thumb, and turned it into a twitch. Ignoring the huge force on his sword, the young man pulled it down vigorously, and pulled the long sword like a ribbon. To the trajectory that the little sword will cross.

The young man's expression changed, he couldn't bear the self-strike with his two swords, kicked his wrist with his right knee, forcibly changed the small sword into a stab while turning over, avoiding the two swords hitting each other, and continued to stab the kidney.

Feng Qingxiu's expression remained unchanged, but she pulled the long sword downwards. If the opponent didn't stop, his arm would definitely be cut off.

The young man frowned, and retracted the sword with his left hand, but the small sword was still stabbing straight away under the control of his divine sense, while the left hand retracted and dodged, and then came out one after another like a poisonous snake, and pointed into swords, bombarding upwards.

Feng Qingxiu raised her eyebrows, closed her fingers into a fist with her unmoving left hand, flashed in the air, and directly hit the bridge of the opponent's nose.

The young man took a big step back before standing still, and before he could regain his senses, the other party's fingertips had already touched his neck.

"Let go, let go!" The young man waved his hand angrily, "You guys are amazing, you can kill or cut whatever you want, I don't have anything, I don't have a map, I don't know about the ruins, and the soul search technique doesn't work for me, everyone knows , kind of bite me!"

"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu asked calmly.

"Why should I tell you!" The young man looked at him with nostrils.

So Feng Qingxiu beat him up again.

"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu still asked calmly.

"I, why should I tell you!" The young man wiped off the blood from his nose, expressing indifference with his bruised and swollen face.

Feng Qingxiu had no choice but to beat him up again.

"What's your name?" Feng Qingxiu asked calmly.

"I, I won't tell you!" The young man gritted his teeth.

Feng Qingxiu raised his hand again, and the young man reflexively protected his head, but found that the other party just stroked his scattered hair: "Can't you just say a pseudonym? I just want you to say a name to talk to." That's all."

The young man suddenly raised his head, glared at him for a while, and then said angrily: "Don't you all know my pseudonym Zhao Hao?"

Feng Qingxiu nodded, indicating that she understood: "Then, where did you learn your mind?"

"Scattered cultivators are all incomplete exercises in the ruins. Do you really not know or not?" The young man looked at him strangely.

"Where are the ruins?" Feng Qingxiu asked.

"It's ruined, I will collapse automatically when I come out there." The young man lowered his head with a sad expression, and wiped away his tears naturally and skillfully.

"Take me to see." Feng Qingxiu felt that if he could know where the relic was, maybe the thing Master was looking for would be found. This news might be more reliable than Yunshan City.

The young man frowned: "I said it was ruined, don't you believe it?"

"Believe it, but just take a look." Feng Qingxiu looked at his panda eyes, and gave him a delicate bottle, "Swelling ointment, rub it on."

"Who knows if this is poison." The young man named Zhao Hao looked at him warily.

No need to forget, Feng Qingxiu withdrew her hand, this place in Central Continent really has no trust between people at all.

When he withdrew his hand, he revealed a faint word "Hai" on the medicine bottle, which made the young man's eyes flash, and he immediately reached out to grab it: "I'm in pain, just wipe it off for me!"

This is a good thing. I have seen it at Yueyan before. I heard that it is the high-grade Wufengyu cream from Xizhou. It can be used externally or taken internally. After receiving such a small bottle, this guy actually took it out directly... Zhao Hao's eyes on Feng Qingxiu immediately changed, and even the friendly smile on his face switched naturally and perfectly.

This is not a young child, it is clearly a fat sheep!