It was still noisy inside and outside the restaurant.
The Sui Dynasty has always been rich, and the people are willing to spend money and dare to spend money. After all, the Gao family of Geyang, who sits on the dragon throne, has created an extremely stable and peaceful event during these hundreds of years.
Over the window on the second floor, Mao Xiaodong looked out the window and reminded Chen Ping'an behind him: "Remember to protect yourself, don't worry about me."
Nine Realms Golden Pill Sword cultivator, Longmen realm military monk, Longmen realm formation master, Far Traveling realm martial artist, Golden Body realm martial artist.
Five assassins.
No matter their identity or position, they all gathered together and hid within a thousand feet of this restaurant.
This kind of battle, let alone chasing and killing a Yuanying Earth Immortal other than a sword cultivator, I am afraid that even the Jade Pu Realm monks can be killed.
Chen Ping'an recalled the scene in Caiyi Guocheng's God's Pavilion where the girl with bells on her wrists and ankles met by chance. As the daughter of a county guard, although her cultivation was not high, But every time she helped, it was just right, making Chen Pingan have a good impression of her.
After that, he traveled to two continents and an upside-down mountain. It was always Chen Pingan who either fought against strong men alone, or accompanied by four people in the painting. It was Chen Pingan who made the final decision. This time in the Sui capital, Chen Pingan only had to stand behind Mao Xiaodong. This situation was a bit strange to Chen Pingan. However, deep down in my heart, I still feel a little regretful. After all, instead of returning to the blessed land of lotus flowers where "there is a god above me who suppresses people with the way of heaven", Chen Ping'an's current cultivation level is still too low.
Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "When you reach my age, if you are still a useless Nascent Soul monk, I will scold you to death for you."
Chen Pingan Helpless, he patted the sword gourd on his waist and told Feijian Chuyi and Fifteen from his heart to be ready for the assassin to appear at any time.
In the two large sleeves of the golden robe, there is a shrinking talisman twisted on the fingertips of the right hand to prevent sneak attacks, and on the left hand is the true body talisman of the Day and Night Wandering God to defend against powerful enemies. .
Mao Xiaodong felt relieved.
Junior brother, the long journey to Jianghu was not in vain.
Mao Xiaodong suddenly heard a voice on Chen Ping'an's heart, and asked: "Have you ever had the experience of walking along the long river of time before? It is even more uncomfortable than the suppression of the awe-inspiring righteousness in the Confucian Temple."
Chen Ping'an replied with the number of Wufu Road, which is a line of gathering sounds: "I have walked it twice. The first time I have not practiced martial arts yet, and I walked it in Lizhu Dongtian Town. The second time I walked it in Ou Root In the Flower Blessed Land, I was pulled by the old Taoist temple master. He had probably seen the flow of time for at least two hundred years, and the order was often reversed and intertwined back and forth. Therefore, even though I was already a fifth-level martial artist at that time, I still felt extremely uncomfortable. , It tastes just as good as when I was fisting people in Luopo Mountain."
Mao Xiaodong asked with a smile: "We were chatting about our travels in the study before, why didn't we tell you earlier, it's so worth showing off. If you don't talk about this feat with others, it will be like suffering in vain. Even if I am a Nascent Soul cultivator, I am becoming a cliff book.The people in charge of the hospital have never experienced the scenery of the long river of time before. It is a picture that only monks in the Jade Purity Realm can have access to. "
Chen Ping'an suddenly had an idea and said something that revealed the secret, "Master Mao Shan really has the magical power to move mountains and temporarily use this place as a small academy? ! "
Mao Xiaodong nodded and said: "Yes, in the past few years, by protecting the little treasure vase, I have been traveling around the capital of the Sui Dynasty and concealed the truth, and I have accomplished this secret thing. Carrying the cultural heritage and incense of an academy on your shoulders, you must be on guard against others. "
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Understandable. "
Mao Xiaodong laughed angrily and said, "You haven't even called me Senior Brother Mao. I want you to understand? "
Chen Pingan admitted that he was in the wrong and stopped talking.
Mao Xiaodong put one hand behind his back, raised his arm with the other, used his fingers as a pen, and in a blink of an eye he wrote the words "Shan Ya Academy". Every time a word is written, golden light flows out from the fingers and does not disperse.
After finishing writing, Mao Xiaodong shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Everywhere in the world!" "
The four golden words flashed in all directions.
Mao Xiaodong turned around and said, "Just sit and drink. ”
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Xiaodong had disappeared.
Chen Pingan took a deep breath, and the familiar feeling engraved in his heart surged like a river. Chen Pingan seemed to be a person who was not good at swimming. The person was under the water for an instant.
The world was silent.
There was no sound at all in the restaurant.
The Dragon Gate Formation Master was sneaking around. "Army formation", when his spiritual energy suddenly stagnated and the movement was not smooth, he suddenly raised his head and saw the pedestrians on the road motionless, and the birds in the sky in the corner of his eye only hovered.
This formation master Not caring about being discovered by the Mountain Cliff Academy Mao Xiaodong, he immediately stopped covering up his Qi and poured it out majestically. He held a golden talisman between his fingers and was about to make a move with one hand. He pressed the man's shoulders and said with a smile: "Your formation is derived from the lineage of the Longmen Formation taught by Jun Ning Quanzhen of the Middle Earth Dao, right? ”
The formation master was stunned.
Unexpectedly, he couldn’t break away from the big hand of the man behind him on his shoulder. The man’s face was red, hoping that who among the other four people To be able to rescue in time and help oneself out of trouble
A formation master needs to use the power of heaven and earth drawn by the formation to polish and temper his own body. Compared with sword cultivators, military monks and pure martial artists, The gap was huge.
Fortunately, the formation master did not completely despair.
A bright sword light started from the northeast, like a white line, and flew quickly. The tip of the sword was pointing at the center of Mao Xiaodong's eyebrows behind Master Xiang.
The sword light was in the small world, and its trajectory was not completely straight. There was a subtle tremor on the tip of the sword. The blade of the flying sword was undulating.
It made a squeaking noise, and wherever the flying sword touched, it splashed a series of lightning and flints, which was extremely eye-catching. A sharp flying sword, with this little skyThere was conflict.
Mao Xiaodong did not dodge, and there was no sign of summoning the abundant spiritual energy of a Nascent Soul.
The flying sword that was less than a foot away from the tall old man and the formation master suddenly caused a circle of ripples, like a stone thrown into a lake, crashing into the water and disappearing.
At the same time, the formation master’s seven orifices were bleeding and his whole body was shaking involuntarily. This movement collided with the ubiquitous flow of time in the small world. The blood flow became more and more unstoppable. What was even more terrifying was that the Qi in his body Not only was the machine in chaos, all the key Qi palaces that contained the life-saving things, the heart and the doors of each palace seemed to be driven into by thousands of needles. The formation master tried his best to move the two fingers with the life-saving talisman twisted around them. He can move, but the aura inside his body is as thick as mercury and freezes, making him unable to move at all.
Mao Xiaodong held the man's neck and threw him somewhere behind him.
The natal flying sword cultivated by the golden elixir sword stirred up a whirlpool of water behind Mao Xiaodong, and stabbed out quickly like an evil guest breaking through the door.
But it’s already too late.
The formation master, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, happened to block the route of the flying sword.
The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator in the distance did not have any intention of stopping the flying sword, and directly pierced the body of the formation master, controlled the flying sword with his mind, and continued to assassinate Mao Xiaodong!
The formation master was killed on the spot and died with his eyes open.
Didn’t it mean that Mao Xiaodong was just a Nascent Soul cultivator after leaving Donghua Mountain?
On the road of spiritual practice, there are hundreds of schools of thought from the three religions, refining elixirs and collecting medicines, taking food to maintain health, asking gods to command ghosts, watching Qi for guidance, and refining inner elixirs. Crossing the threshold, reaching the middle five realms, and becoming a god in the eyes of ordinary people, it is indeed a glorious sight.
It is not without reason for those who practice Taoism to cut off the world of mortals on the mountain and ignore the rights and wrongs of the world.
Because there are also Qi practitioners at the foot of the mountain who do not believe in evil.
There is also a Confucian academy.
Mao Xiaodong took a step forward and appeared dozens of feet away. After turning around, he caught the handle between his fingers and followed him here
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's flying sword.
Although this feat of easily stabilizing a flying sword with two fingers is shocking to the world, and the news is enough to scare the earthly immortals of a continent.
But while Mao Xiaodong was killing his sword power.
The small world where Mao Xiaodong is sitting is actually shaking slightly unnoticeably.
The Far Traveling Realm martial artist was in someone else's world and could no longer travel far away in the wind, but he still ran as fast as thunder, and finally smashed through two walls and passed through the entire store. , punched Mao Xiaodong.
Several people in the shop were directly smashed into pieces by him, and the broken pieces finally slowly hovered in the air inside the shop.
This person's punch gathered all the pure Qi in that mouthful of pure Qi. He didn't have the slightest bit of energy to accumulate, and he was actually willing to trade his life for his life.
Mao Xiaodong mobilized the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create a stele with golden charactersThe gently swaying stone tablet and an archway that also appeared out of thin air were all turned into powder by the Yuanyoujing martial artist's punch.
The old man, who was a martial artist in the eighth realm, rushed forward in stride, unstoppable.
The other martial artist in the Golden Body Realm jumped up to the roof and came all the way like a dragonfly. He was not as fast as the old man in the Yuanyuan Realm. He was covered in golden body aura and collided with the time flow of the small world. The Golden Body Realm Wu Fu's body seemed to be ignited with a large ball of flames, and he finally jumped down and went straight to Mao Xiaodong who was standing on the street.
Mao Xiaodong, whose fingers were cut with tiny wounds, threw the flying sword imprisoned at his fingertips at the Golden Body Realm warrior.
Mao Xiaodong stretched out his palm to block the punch of the Yuanyuan realm martial arts master.
Mao Xiaodong’s big sleeves bulged violently, and his beard and beard were fluttering.
Most of the golden body warriors were close friends with the golden elixir sword cultivator. Regardless of the flying sword pointed directly at his heart, he still killed Mao Xiaodong.
As expected, the sword Xiu Xinhu moved slightly, trying his best to deflect the sword tip slightly, but it only penetrated the warrior's shoulder.
Mao Xiaodong was punched in the back by the Seventh Realm Warrior, who was supposed to be the weakest person.
The small world then shook.
The Yuanyoujing martial artist, whose fist was blocked but still had a strong fist and spirit, took this opportunity to punch smoothly like a drum.
Like a fleeting glimpse, Mao Xiaodong retreated step by step. The muscles of the Yuanyuan Bing old man’s arms were knotted, blood oozed, and his clothes were stained, but each punch became more powerful and brave than the last.
The Golden Body Realm martial artist on the side did not take advantage of the situation and followed the Yuanyuan Realm Grandmaster to fight closely with Mao Xiaodong, but tried his best to keep up with the two men.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to hit Mao Xiaodong hard in one go, but that he knows the pros and cons.
Chen Pingan did not stand still, but walked out of the window and climbed onto the roof of the restaurant with a wide view.
He also did not interfere in this battle.
The Yuanyoujing old man’s last punch knocked Mao Xiaodong backwards and flew ten feet away.
The old man immediately stopped and swept backwards to get a breath of fresh air.
The Golden Body Realm martial artist immediately moved a few steps laterally, blocking the Yuanyou Realm body, and stood on the line between the latter and Mao Xiaodong.
This is still not safe enough.
The Nine Realm Sword Cultivators are able to find every opportunity to exploit every opportunity.
The flying sword flew away.
Prick directly at Mao Xiaodong.
The speed was so fast that it actually exceeded the first appearance of this natal flying sword.
Not only was Mao Xiaodong's Qi machine unstable, but the rules of heaven and earth were not strict enough. In this short period of time, the old Jindan sword cultivator only relied on several flying sword movements to start looking for a solution. There are some gaps and shortcuts. The saints of the three religions sit in the small world and are known as the sky net. However, no matter how fine the mesh of a fishing net is, and the fishing net is always running erratically, there are still loopholes that can be exploited.
To be able to become the most powerful swordsman in the world who earns money from immortals, and to become a golden elixir earthly immortal,No one is easy to deal with.
Mao Xiaodong reached out and grasped the ruler at his waist, and immediately stabilized his figure.
The snow-white beard was already stained with little bits of blood.
Facing the slender flying sword that resembled a tarsal maggot, Mao Xiaodong did not use two fingers to hold it down this time.
The big sleeves are rolled up and the flying sword is directly inserted into the sleeves.
Then I saw strands of sword energy blooming from the big sleeves, the cuffs turned, and at the same time there were bursts of tearing sounds of silk.
The Yuanyuan realm martial artist had finished breathing. He kicked off the ground, and traces like spider webs appeared on the street. This martial arts master used the power of wind and thunder to once again take advantage of the opportunity created by his allies to fight with that mao. Xiaodong fought in close quarters, not giving the Academy Mountain Master, who had unexpectedly "emerged" to the Jade Pu Realm, a chance to distance themselves and wear them to death with ease.
Being stared at by a distant travel realm master.
Ordinary Earth Immortal monks’ Qi and sea will be pulled by it, and they cannot tolerate being distracted.
A burly man wearing silver-white armor used two extremely rare high-grade rank square-inch talismans and a green coir raincoat talisman that concealed his body shape and energy, which actually allowed him to seize the flow of time. The weakest area made him fall from the sky, intertwining the fingers of his hands, forming a punch, and smashed it down on Mao Xiaodong's head.
At the critical moment.
The flying sword shrouded in Mao Xiaodong’s sleeve was about to break open and jump out.
The Grandmaster of the Far Traveling Realm is about to kill him with one punch.
But the truly most dangerous killing move was the Dragon Gate Realm military monk who covered his body with Komaru.
Except for the formation master who was almost useless, the other four assassins worked together flawlessly.
It is hard to imagine that among the four people, only the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator and the Golden Body Realm martial artist are long-time acquaintances.
The ruler hanging on Mao Xiaodong’s waist fell off on its own.
Like a slap on the cheek of the military monk, the whole person flew out and hit the ridge of a distant roof, shattering a large piece of tiles.
Mao Xiaodong rubbed the ground with his toes, raised his sleeves, stretched out his hand and pointed at the sword farthest away from him, "I'll give it back to you."
In an instant, the world turned upside down and distortion.
It is like a piece of rice paper that has been twisted randomly by a naughty boy but has not been crumpled into a ball. It is indescribably weird and absurd.
The Far-Traveling Warrior watched helplessly as he passed by Mao Xiaodong.
Moreover, Mao Xiaodong turned into an "inverted" posture.
Obviously very close.
But it is far away.
The layer of paper that appeared was densely packed with golden words, each as big as a fist, which were classic articles written by Confucian sages to educate the common people.
He turned around and roared: "Be careful!"
Mao Xiaodong seemed to be walking slowly, but after a figure of Mao Xiaodong disappeared in the east, he appeared in the west, and thenEven if it turned to the north, no matter what the direction was, Mao Xiaodong was always closing the distance between him and the Golden Body Realm martial artist.
The golden body warrior didn’t even know where he should hide.
Just like that, the tall old man appeared in front of him inexplicably and slapped his whole head off.
And the military monk in the Longmen Realm has been having the ruler hit his armor like raindrops.
The small world returns to normal order.
Mao Xiaodong held the shoulder of the headless body with one hand to prevent the body from falling to the ground. He looked at the old swordsman from the Nine Realms with red eyes in the distance and asked: "Don't avenge your friend." ?"
Mao Xiaodong suddenly flicked his wrist, and the body flew out and hit the wall of a shop, turning into a big pile of flesh.
Both the Nine Realm Sword Cultivators and the Far Traveling Realm Warriors saw countless smaller golden words pouring into the tall old man's Qi Mansion from all directions between heaven and earth.
The two people looked solemn and solemn, and they both felt desolate in their hearts.
How to fight this?
The two looked at each other.
They all saw determination in each other’s eyes.
Mao Xiaodong looked around
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There are no clues around him from the beginning to the present, so there should be no Jade Pu Realm monks hiding there. .
In other words, these five assassins who are determined to die have no backup plan.
Mao Xiaodong lifted up the torn sleeve, looked at it, raised his head and said: "You sword cultivators, earth immortals, what kind of martial arts masters, haven't you been calling the academy monks all the time? Are you talking about embroidered pillows?"
Mao Xiaodong smiled and said, "Yes, you are indeed right."
The sword cultivator and the Yuanyoujing old man felt nervous.
Mao Xiaodong strolled in the courtyard, like a scholar meditating in his study.
In the border area of this small world, flying swords like swordsman's natal objects were whirling.
Although the flying sword rank is not high, it is roughly equivalent to the natal flying sword of Guanhai Realm and Longmen Realm sword cultivators.
But with such a large number, who dares to take it lightly?
Not only that, but there were also Confucian scholars in blue shirts with different ages appearing on the roofs of various places, holding books or swords.
The same cultivation level is not high.
Similarly, quantity wins.
In the streets and alleys, groups of burly soldiers wearing iron armor poured out.
Those flying swords of different shapes and sizes rushed towards the Jindan sword cultivator.
The Confucian scholars on the roof and the armored soldiers on the ground rushed towards the Far Traveling Realm warriors.
Mao Xiaodong came to the military monk who was tired of dealing with the ruler, but did not get close and said: "You are the real dead soldier, you use the soldier's armor pill as a cover, and you have a The golden elixir of an earthly immortal monk, as long as it comes close to me, you will die with me. Even if you can't kill me, I will lose half your life and leave it to the rest of you.An assassin is enough to keep me, Mao Xiaodong, here. ”
The military master Longmen Realm monk had firm eyes and turned a deaf ear to Mao Xiaodong’s words. He only blocked the ruler with a fist to prevent Jiawan from being knocked to pieces by it.
Mao Xiaodong stretched out his hand and pointed at the monk.
A string of golden words rose up from the ground around the monk, like the pillars of a house rising from the ground.
Finally. Forming a cage.
The military monk smiled miserably, his face was ferocious, countless golden rays of light bloomed from his body and Qi Palace, and his whole body was shattered.
Unexpectedly, he could not kill Mao. Xiaodong also wanted to destroy the ruler, which must be a key life object.
It was just the suicide of a Longmen realm military monk and the explosion of a golden elixir, although the golden sage's words were destroyed. The cage was completely destroyed.
The ruler was intact, except for the words engraved on it.
It floated back to Mao Xiaodong's hand.
Mao Xiaodong hangs on his waist.
Although the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator is in danger, his life is not worried.
The old man from the Far Traveling Realm is killing everyone, even within three feet. The Confucian scholars and soldiers were all broken into pieces, and they were mixed with majestic aura, which transformed the puppets into a turbid aura that Mao Xiaodong could not control for the time being.
Mao Xiaodong was expressionless. , allowing the last two assassins to slowly consume their spiritual energy and true energy.
The spiritual energy in Xiaotiandi will eventually reach its limit.
This is directly related to the stability of this "Cliff Academy". The extent and duration.
So the current world has unknowingly shrunk to a radius of four hundred feet.
If it is in Donghua Mountain, the real Cliff Academy is located. With the same move, I am afraid that I can still maintain a range of eight hundred feet.
This move is not the orthodox mountain-moving secret technique of Confucian Academy. It allows Mao Xiaodong to step into the Jade Pu Realm. The flaw lies in the Cliff Academy's. The body and mind are not intact, and they are basically still staying in Donghua Mountain.
But the problem is not big.
The two remaining assassins will still have to be killed as long as no outsiders intervene. The fate is here.
Ten thousand steps back, even if Mao Xiaodong withdraws Xiaotiandi's magical power at this moment, Donghua Mountain will be temporarily handed over to Yuanying Liang who guards the gate of the academy.
It is difficult to fight against the enemy, but it is not difficult to protect yourself.
But it is not a pleasant situation if it happens.
Mao Xiaodong frowned. >A flying sword, like a golden ear of wheat, suddenly broke into this small world.
After suddenly hovering in the sky, the tip of the sword rose and fell again, pointing in one direction. < /p>
Mao Xiaodong removed his magical powers without saying a word and returned to Nascent Soul cultivation level.
Chen Pingan, who had been standing on the roof watching the battle, did not even need Mao Xiaodong to inform him in his heart. .
One shot of the sword gourd and it came out on the 15th day of the lunar month
A square-inch talisman in Chen Pingan's sleeve burned with a bang. He did not choose to target the Yuanyuan Realm old man. Instead, he shrank to the ground and went straight to the more terrifying Nine Realm Sword Cultivator with instant killing power.
If anyone were watching, they would definitely feel that Chen Pingan had chosen the wrong opponent.
At the same time, two one-foot-tall "divine true bodies" of the Day Traveling God and the Night Traveling God descended from the sky more majesticly than the previous military monks. Before Chen Pingan took action, they took the lead to hit the A great martial arts master.
The Sun Traveling God wears golden armor, his whole body is radiant, and he holds an ax in both hands.
The Night God is wearing a pair of dark armor and holding a big halberd.
Mao Xiaodong smiled knowingly.
Similarly, he slapped the ruler and then rushed towards the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator.
The Yuanyuan realm warrior who was determined to die here was not afraid of fighting in the small world created by Mao Xiaodong.
When Mao Xiaodong had to withdraw his magical power in a hurry for some unknown reason, it stands to reason that as long as he cooperates sincerely with the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, he might have some chance of winning.
But just when the situation improved and it was no longer a certain death situation, after a moment of hesitation, the warrior from the Far Traveling Realm stood up and fled away.
The sword cultivator was slightly surprised at first, and then ran away without saying a word.
Mao Xiaodong said: "Since we don't have the upper hand, let's not chase the enemy."
I just found that Chen Pingan had stopped a long time ago and had no intention of chasing him, but he didn't Immediately put away the two wandering gods of day and night, and let the immortal money slip away from the money bag.
Mao Xiaodong came to Chen Pingan, "I will take you back to the academy after I take a short rest."
Chen Pingan nodded, still looking in all directions and listening to all directions. Even the hand that reached around his shoulder and grasped the hilt of the sword behind him didn't let go of his fingers.
Let your palms burn and your flesh and blood become blurred.
You are still old at a young age.
That Nine Realm Sword Cultivator had a close friend die here, and his murderous intention became even more serious.
So Chen Pingan immediately chose this person as the target of the fight.
For an old martial artist from the Far Traveling Realm, when there is a way out, no one can predict that he will retreat. But at least compared to the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, this person left his allies and left the dangerous area and retreated on his own. The possibility will be greater.
Mao Xiaodong withdrew from Xiaotiandi in an instant.
Chen Pingan made this decision in just a moment.
Because of this.
This move will make a Far Traveling Realm martial artist fearful and suspicious. For example, why did the opponent choose a more dangerous sword cultivator to attack? Was he planning to truly close the net? Or are there traps waiting for them?
Chen Pingan released the hand holding the sword, and at the same time took back the true body talisman of the two gods that exuded rare power.
After the heaven and earth were restored, frightened screams could be heard all around.
Chen Pingan glanced not far away and saw the head of the Golden Body Realm martial artist rolling to the ground.
Three died and two ran away.
"Get ready to leave."
Mao Xiaodong reached out and pressed Chen Pingan's shoulder, and said only one sentence: "There are some other people's stories that you don't need to know. Why do you know?"
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