Bai Yujing

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The palace of Nanchen Capital City was built on the hillside. On the stretching mountains that had just been dyed with a thin layer of green after the early spring, three immortals in flying clothes stood side by side on the top of the hill, casually watching the vibrations and shocks coming from not far away from time to time. The mountain of hand-to-hand combat.

The fighting skills of the immortals are always fierce, and even the thick mountains are hard to stop.

The fairy in the middle has carmine makeup on her face, and a red dress that drags the floor in the wind. She is clearly a beautiful beauty, but she speaks in a man's clear and cool voice, "How long has it been?"

"It's been three days and three nights, Second Brother." It was Feng Qijun, the lord of Jin City, who spoke.

Let him be called the second elder brother, the man who prefers to dress up as a woman is the Lord of Baiyujing Shanghuo City, the second senior brother of Lord Fengqi and Lord Jieshi, and Lord Xixie.

He curled his lips into a smile that was full of charm, but it was always difficult to match his voice with his face, "I don't know how the third highness is doing now." He seemed to be angry and smiled, "We don't know about the third junior brother, but we don't know what happened to the third junior brother." It was found out by the Third Highness."

"You really don't know?" Feng Qi tilted his head and glanced at him, and there was a crisp sound of gold and stone being smashed all over his body, "It's nothing more than being kept in the dark by His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven and our other brothers, I never believe you don't know."

Xi Xie stared at him for a long while with bewitching eyes, then turned his eyes back and said with a smile: "Little brother, I don't like you."

The Indigo Immortal who did not participate in the conversation between the two stood aside. He did not grow any hair, and his smooth head was protected by a thin amount of spiritual power, so it did not fall on the light rain just now.

This person is Feng Qi's fourth senior brother, Lord of Shuicheng, Lord Luochuan.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his eyebrows were extremely gentle, without even eyebrow peaks, as if he was born with compassion for Buddhists.Before the Heavenly Emperor created Baiyujing, he originally believed in Buddhism, but later he attained Taoism and ascended to heaven, and found that there was no Buddha in the sky, so he claimed to be a true Buddha and was worshiped by the people of Kyushu.

Xi Xiai couldn't keep his mouth idle, and he lost his conversation with Feng Qi, so he came to quarrel with Luo Chuan again, "Fourth Junior Brother, do you think that if something happens to His Highness, will it be Lin Huai who will succeed him as the Lord of Mucheng?" Seemingly feeling emotional, "It's all about His Royal Highness's status. If a junior like Lin Huai is on an equal footing with us, how can we save face?"

"Your Highness has a heavy responsibility. We just need to pray for him and don't need to make noise here." Rao said such words, Luo Chuan's tone was still gentle.

Then Xi Xie snorted softly again, "That's right, you raised a little peacock at your feet to be the king of the clan, and it was in the class of immortals. It is the same as the immortals with us. In the eyes of the younger brother, it is probably too early." There is no such thing as seniority or inferiority."

Luo Chuan glanced at him calmly, with a smile that didn't care about him, "All beings are equal."

"Linhuai is only a little brother over a thousand years old, and he is also the mainstay in the early days of the creation of the world. Why can't he be the lord of Mucheng?" Feng Qi was a little annoyed, and after refuting for Lord Linhuai, he originally wanted to defend his friend King Ming a few times. Sentence, until the rumbling sound of the mountains in front of him suddenly interrupted his voice.

The three of them looked at the crumbling mountain range at the same time. Between the electric light and the flint, the sky was full of dust, and a bright and narrow lightning flashed across the sky. The bloody Third Highness held the sword, with wet black hair sticking to both sides, and it was unclear whether it was wet by water or by blood.

In front of him was an endless army of clay sculptures, all of them seemed to have crawled out of the water, but the Third Highness only stared at one of them.

When the swarms of living figurines surrounded him in 360 degrees, he was indeed cornered. He chopped off one by one and added another, and a group was cut and another group was added. In the dark, the sword is drawn by hearing.

Lin Yan didn't know how many times he repeated it mechanically. He only knew that even though he had tried his best to avoid the attack, the well-trained clay figurines were still like the shackles of a beast, and his fragile flesh and blood had already been riddled with holes.

He took a deep breath, managed to maintain his figure, and waited for an opportunity without any trace.

at last!

After throwing away the clay figurines all the way again, Lin Yan's pupils constricted suddenly, and through the gap that he hadn't had time to fill up, he saw countless clay figurines crawling up the water.

At that moment, he was sure that it was right to lead the clay figurine into the water.

After realizing that deep water could not weaken the attack of the living figurines, he had another bold guess.

——The soul is extremely light, almost weightless. It is already very laborious to control the soul wearing mud armor on land, and the underwater resistance is greater, and the consumption should be even greater.

After a protracted battle, he finally tore open the breach of the Yin Corps first, and the figurines who fled to the shore also fell into his eyes

Therefore, Lin Yan decided to take a gamble, betting that after the entire underground palace was submerged, Mr. Jieshi would definitely try his best to break his shackles.

So Lin Yan sank his qi into his dantian, concentrated his whole body's consciousness on one point, pushed his internal force to the limit, spread the width of the water pool infinitely under the water until it completely covered the entire underground palace, and finally forced Mr. Jieshi to explode the mountain range.

In fact, His Highness the Third Highness used to be a very safe person. Whether it was an exam or an actual battle, he never did anything that required a gamble. I don’t know if it was because he met someone that he subconsciously chose to gamble at that moment. .

He was pushed into the air by a huge thrust, his hair was disheveled, and his blood was gushing out.At that moment, a thought suddenly crossed Lin Yan's mind, followed by Shi Tianqing's face.

It turns out that there is no way to choose to be a gambler in many cases, and it is impossible for him to be in control of everything as required of himself.

Lin Yan wiped the blood from his lips, his face was washed by the rain, and his face became more black and white. Looking at the most inconspicuous one in the army of clay figurines, his bright pupils curled his lips slightly.

But winning bets can be addictive.

His spiritual power was severely damaged, and now he didn't even dare to waste his spiritual power to protect his whole body from being wet by the rain, but it didn't matter.

He has found Mr. Jieshi.

Even with the housekeeping skill of the earth system, Jieshi-Jun is at the end of his strength when he controls the army and splits the mountain at the same time. Therefore, for a very short moment, he is inconsistent with the movements of the figurines around him.

He bet on this moment.

Jieshi-jun launched the yin army formation too suddenly, so that Lin Yan missed the best opportunity to keep an eye on him. Lin Yan will never make the same mistake a second time. I won't miss it either.

No matter how Jieshi changes his formation, Lin Yan is like a blood drop sticking to Mr. Jieshi, following him lingeringly, letting countless ghost soldiers stand in front of him, like endless phantoms, or They surrounded him, but no matter how he dismantled the moves on his hands and legs, the corner of his eyes never left Jieshi.

His green clothes were completely dyed red, Jieshi-Jun finally exhausted his internal energy to the extreme, and could no longer control the army of clay figurines, so he waved away.

Countless living terracotta figures fell from the sky, like dying and withered butterflies, making a sky-shattering sound and bottomless pits.

Lin Yan and Lord Jieshi also fell to the ground. His Highness the Third Highness held a long sword across the green grass and walked towards Lord Jieshi step by step. Wherever they passed, the grass was dyed blood red.

He took off the mud helmet on Mr. Jieshi's head. The latter's lips were pale, and under his gaze, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"My Highness has ordered to arrest Jieshi-jun and return to the capital." Lin Yan pointed at Jieshi-jun with the tip of his sword, "Master, come with me."

Mr. Jieshi's eyes drooped slightly, his mud helmet rolled off, and his long, frosty hair was stained with blood and turned black.

"Your swordsmanship was first taught by me." He sat slumped on a boulder, and his voice was already hoarse.

Although individuals have their own five-element celestial roots, enlightenment is still their own business, and there is not much difference between a master with the same celestial root and a master with a different celestial root.Lin Yan grew up eating a lot of food. As the son of the Emperor of Heaven, even though he has Feng Qi as a genuine master, the other masters are proficient in everything that the Emperor of Heaven asked Lin Yan to teach.

Hearing this, Lin Yan knelt in front of him on one knee, his gaze was at the same level as his, and he held the sword in both hands and handed it up, "This sword was also given by my uncle. Today Lin Yan... returns the sword to my uncle."

He usually used more and more conveniently the one that was turned into a hairpin on the topknot. Before coming today, he deliberately found the long sword that Jieshi gave him during the thousand-year-old banquet.

The three immortals who used illusion to hide their figures were not far away, and the first one who widened his eyes was the cheap master of the third highness, "Your highness can defeat Jieshi by himself?" Feng Qijun completely ignored his own fairy Image, rubbed his eyes, "That's the third senior brother!"

Even Xi Xi, who had been looking at Lin Yan under the torrential rain with a weird look, changed his expression, and murmured in a low voice: "The sky is about to change..."

On the other hand, Luo Chuan still had the same old face, just said "Amitabha", and said again: "There are talented people from generation to generation, you and my senior brother, I am afraid that we are not His Highness's opponent anymore." He glanced westward, "I will still help Your Highness with all my heart For good."

The three of them were not the only ones watching the battle. In Mr. Quantai's dormitory, Shi Tianqing completely dispersed the people outside the deep water secluded environment, and with the help of hidden magic techniques, the hall finally became quiet.

In the water mirror borrowed by Shi Tianqing forcibly, Lin Yan, who was handing the sword, was being projected, but the person who was broadcasting in real time for Shi Tianqing at the other end of the water mirror did not show his face.

Shi Tianqing and Liu Ren sat together and reserved a spot for Quantai to watch.

"Sir, you're amazing." Liu Ren supported his heart, finally loosening the heart that Lin Yan was holding.

Shi Tianqing glanced at him with a smile, "Yeah, even I don't know, if we face him one day, who will have a better chance of winning."

"Who is that!" Liu Ren suddenly looked at Shi Tianqing, who looked at Shui Jing, but still just smiled.

——Just as Jieshi was about to get up with Lin Yan, a bright color suddenly flashed across the rainy sky.

Feng Qi on the Huangcheng mountain range suddenly raised his head, and a red shadow landed on the ground. Looking along the red-gold cuff, a long knife embedded with a silver ring swung Lin Yan's sword away. It is infinitely complex.

"Master," he faced Lin Yan with a defensive attitude, but he spoke to Mr. Jieshi who was behind him.

"It's too late for the unworthy Tu Wenhan."

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Talented people come out from generation to generation——Zhao Yi's "Five Poems on Poems Part [-]"