After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

The arrival of the golden sword caught people off guard.

Yan Zhong and Yuan Ji, who were attacked, did not expect that Ji Shi was helping them one second, and turned his face the next second. However, they are disciples of the great sect after all, and each has its own means of protection, so it was almost impossible to prevent it. A blow as fast as thunder.

I only heard six consecutive beeps, and the golden sword that hit the obstacle made a crisp sound. The blade turned and turned into golden light, returning to Ji Shi's side.

The seventh golden sword was aimed at Yan Beigui.

Ji Shi's swordsmanship is the worst kind, not to mention pulling the golden sword with divine sense to make him fight Yan Beigui, who is not a swordsman or even a swordsman, the seventh golden sword was blown away by the white-haired Taoist priest in just one round Go, but at least to complete the task of keeping Yan Beigui from interfering, he also turned into a golden light and returned to Ji Shi's side.

It took only a short moment from the beginning to the end of these things, and Yuanji's exclamation sounded at this moment.

"Fellow Daoist Shi Ji, what are you doing?"

"Eliminate your competitors," Ji Shi stood on the spot, his feet didn't move except for the magic spell in his hand, his eyes curled up like a smiling fox, "Daoist Yuanji has made preparations early on, don't Acting so surprised."

It's just a feeling in her heart that the crisis has not passed yet, so the vigilant Yuanji's mouth twitched, and beside her, Yan Zhong, who reacted faster, slapped Yan Beigui who was standing not far away from him.

Faced with this scene, the good white-haired Taoist sighed in his heart. He turned around and held the Wuming Sword obliquely in front of his chest, capable of splitting and sweeping towards his palm.

Even if the Wuming Sword was so sharp and the Huanghuang Sword Intent was extremely sharp, his two long sleeves were also shattered in the wind of the palm.

Yan Beigui knew that Yuhengdao respected qi, and the cultivators in the sect not only had abundant real energy, but also would not allow others to slaughter them even if they did not have any magical weapons. In other words, Yuhengdao cultivated itself and never cared about magical weapons.

Apart from spells, the disciples of this sect are also good at all kinds of boxing and kicking. Some moves used by monks are quite different from those used by ordinary people. Take the Mountain Splitting Palm as an example...

Although his clothes were worn out, there was a formation embroidered with copper silk on it, which could not be broken even by a monk of the Jade Liquid stage with a full blow, but it was vulnerable to the remaining power of Yan Zhong's palm.

Disciples of great sects cannot be compared with ordinary monks.

Yan Beigui waved his sword again and again, and said helplessly, "Friend Yan Daoist, even if my companion sneaks up on you, you don't have to chase after me, right?"

"The main reason is that you are too close," Yan Zhong said, glancing at Yuanji who was fighting Ji Shi, ready to support him at any time, "If you are out, Fellow Daoist Shi won't be able to sneak attack us anymore, right?"

"But I know that you were also planning to sneak attack on me before." Yan Bei returned.

"..." Yan Zhong fell silent.

He paused for a moment, and Yan Beigui almost found an opportunity to use his Wuming sword to slap him away, so he could only use his body skills and backed up again and again.

"Yan Haoran," Yan Zhong said, "Do you know that your temper, which understands everything but doesn't say anything, is annoying?"

"Well," Yan Beigui said with a smile, "how can I not say it."

The white-haired Taoist's smile became warmer, but his hands were more violent. Even if the other party was in the Yuye stage and he was only moved, and his realm was a little bit worse, he did not lose the slightest bit, forcing Yan Zhong to no longer pay attention to Yuanji. And Ji Shi over there.

Even if he was slightly distracted, he would end up being sent out by Yan Beigui Yijian.

Just when he was concentrating on dealing with Yan Beigui, he heard another sword cry.

It is the seven golden swords of the season.

...Wait, listen to Jianming, aren't those seven golden swords fighting with Yuanji?

The sound of fighting was endless, Yan Zhong's spiritual consciousness had been extended a long time ago, but he found nothing. Still uneasy, he took a chance to turn around and saw that the seven golden swords were indeed fighting with Yuanji, and the golden swords and money were fighting each other. The impact, ping-pong-pong is like a big show.

But there is also a golden sword, covered with wisps of mist that makes people look very familiar, rushing straight.

... That mist is the Taibai heavy water of the second level!

Yan Zhong put his palms together subconsciously, and the true energy flowed to form a circle, but he didn't think that the golden sword was not aimed at him, and saw a flash of golden light, and the string connecting him and Yuanji was cut cleanly.

The eight golden swords returned to the long branches and turned into eight golden leaves again. Ji Shi took a step back, waved his hands, and said in a brisk tone: "Two friends, see you at the end of the ring."

After saying this sentence, Ji Shi, who got four eyes full of resentment, watched the two leave unwillingly, feeling a little happier at last.

And Yan Beigui, who cooperated with him to attract Yan Zhong's attention, put the Wuming sword in the scabbard, looked at him and sighed, "Finally happy?"

Ji Shi: "...Friend Daoist Yan, it is unjust to use mind-reading spells on acquaintances, do you know that?"

Yan Beigui blinked, and unexpectedly showed a pure and innocent expression that appeared on Ji Shi's face not long ago, and said, "I don't have one."

Ji Yi: "...hehe."

Lord Shanshen remembered a saying that has been widely circulated on the earth, what is white is always black when cut.

This sentence is used here, it is really true.

Finally knowing the reason why he was always restrained by Yan Beigui when he met him before, Ji Shi raised his forehead and said, "You don't have anything to say?"

"Fellow Daoist Yan Zhong is very wary of you and me coming. There are faint signs of making a move. Although you made the move first, it is reasonable. I have nothing to say, but you..."

"What am I?"

"I think you really don't have to worry so much."

"...You really don't use mind reading skills?"

"Absolutely not."

Ji Yi has no expression on his face.

Always being guessed out of his mind, this can no longer be explained only by the fact that Yan Beigui is a sesame glutinous rice ball.

At the beginning, when he got into the underworld club, he played mahjong and drank with a group of bastards who had seen blood every now and then, and was not noticed by those who were said to be scary, but now, how many days has he and Yan Beigui known each other?But every time he guessed the central idea.

Ji Shi has always sneered at such things as bosom friend or heart-to-heart connection, and it is chilling to be known by someone other than himself, but now there is a Yan Beigui, and the mountain god just wants to stay away from this white hair.

It's a pity that we can't do it for the time being.

Ji Shi, who was about to be dizzy, turned around and left. Yan Beigui glanced at the mess around him, and the black ink monster that was lingering and trying to pounce on him. He dropped a talisman to stop him, and followed him.

He didn't know that Ji Shi was obsessed with him to death, and Yan Beigui was only thinking about what Ji Shi had been worrying about since he entered the ring.

It is very unusual for so many disciples from the three sects to participate in this arena.

To be honest, things that casual cultivators can only earn by breaking their heads in the arena are not very rare for disciples of the sect. The other two sects have spiritual fields planted.

It's just that the two sects stipulate that it is not allowed to sell the spiritual grass and elixir in the sect, even if it is a gift to fellow cultivators, otherwise Yan Beigui would not need to spend so much effort.

So, is it possible for the disciples of the three sects, and even the chief disciple, to participate in this arena together and compete for something that they don't even care about?

Coupled with the fact that "they are here for me" that fellow Daoist Chun blurted out on the day Sanzong first came to Donglin Mountain, it couldn't be easier to infer the reason for Sanzong's participation in the ring.

These people also came for Fellow Daoist Chun.

Heh, Immortal Dao and Divine Dao...

Yan Beigui restrained himself and suddenly revealed some sharp eyes, and shouted to Ji Shi in front of him, "Friend Daoist, wait for me."

Ji Shi didn't turn his head back: "You're walking so slowly!"

When Ji Yi and Yan Beigui continued to search for the bookshelf numbered Xisan Shisan, there was a complete fight in the library.

The most common method used by casual cultivators is fighting skills. If there is a rule that they can't fight, that's all. If there is no rule, they will fight as long as they meet.

The main reason is that the resources of casual cultivators are too scarce, and if you don't fight or grab them, you may not get anything, so most casual cultivators have developed this habit.

It's no wonder that disciples of the sect look down on casual cultivators who are both good and bad. The difference between the two parties is really too great.

Because of the time delay, Ji Shi and Yan Beigui's leading advantage no longer exists. The two of them encountered five or six sneak attacks along the way. Even if they were resolved as quickly as possible, the surrounding bookshelves would collapse and more black ink would appear. The result of the monster blocking the way.

Ji Shi also teased Yan Beigui, saying that when he finds the bookshelf of Xisan Shisan, I am afraid that the bookshelf would have been wiped out in the fight.

"The possibility is indeed very high," Yan Beigui also felt the same way, "but let's find it first and then talk about it."

Saying this, Yan Beigui glanced at Ji Shi, who looked as relaxed as a spring outing, and felt a little suspicious.

But he didn't pay much attention to this little suspiciousness.

The sounds of fighting and spells in the library gradually subsided, and after another cup of tea, all the sounds stopped.

Now the number of people in the third level is probably no more than four groups, eight people. Yan Beigui felt that the host probably didn't know that the monks would be so aggressive, and they were all eliminated before the level was halfway through.

Loose cultivators cannot continue like this, there must be an order.

Yan Bei, whose thoughts gradually drifted away, returned to the work he had been doing for the past few days, meditating and not speaking.

Ji Shi was too lazy to talk to him, and the two walked side by side for another cup of tea. The atmosphere did not become awkward because of the silence, but came with some tacit understanding and warmth.

Just when Ji Shi finally felt something was wrong, the pink atmosphere was broken.

The nameless sword in the scabbard made a low and pleasant sword sound.

Yan Bei returned to his senses, raised his head, and saw a person walking towards each other.

The man who came walking was full of killing and cutting sword intent. Wherever he passed by, all the hidden black ink monsters turned into a puddle of ink again like a punctured balloon. Yan Beigui just took a look and felt that the man was stepping on the bone purgatory He came, exuding black air all over his body.

He also knew the person who came.

It's hard not to say hello when we meet, Yan Beigui didn't think there's anything wrong with saying hello to a person full of murderous intent, so he smiled and called, "Fellow Daoist Jing Rong?"

It was the pair of Jing Rong and the unlucky Du Rufeng who came.

Du Rufeng, who was picked up on the sword and led away, saw Ji Shi, and his eyes immediately became tearful, while Jing Rong turned his head slightly when he saw Yan Beigui, thought for a while, and said, "Fanyun's friend?"

Yan Beigui nodded.

Ji Shi was behind the white-haired Taoist priest, squinting at Du Rufeng making mouth movements to him.

He said, "Help me."