Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 189 Besieged

The monks in the Central Plains have a sense of arrogance, and the lower the cultivation level, the more so.

For example, when An Qingli, who was wearing a veiled hat, went to eat in a restaurant building, the people at the next table who were whispering, when they saw An Qingli, a foreigner, immediately raised their voices, speaking quickly and clearly, There are many accents and the ending tone is still rising, as if deliberately showing off their pure Central Plains accent.

The realm of self-cultivation is huge, and there are local dialects from all over the country, all kinds of miscellaneous, out-of-the-ordinary, but families or sects with a little background will learn another set of official dialects, that is, the Central Plains dialect.

For example, in the major sects of Luofeng City, the sects usually use official language, and when cursing in private, they will secretly curse some slang words with local characteristics.

But the Cultivation World in the Central Plains, from top to bottom, is a set of standard Mandarin, and the accent is still authentic. Whether you are a local or not, you can tell all about it just by listening to the accent.

An Qingli's attire of a long-distance traveler, coupled with the unaccented Mandarin, naturally exposed her identity as an outsider.

"Tsk." The voice from the next table became louder again, with a deliberate exclamation in the loud voice, "Now that the cultivation world is declining, only our Central Plains cultivation world is left with the grandmaster of the Pill Talisman Array. son, tsk"

"You can't say things like that." A strong man who had just entered the door, as strong as a bear, smashed a copper hammer on the table in his hand, and said with a very indecent official language, showing his teeth with a smile, "We in the southern cultivation world , isn’t there a master of alchemy, who can just make up for the lack of the Central Plains.”

Several Central Plains cultivators glared at each other immediately, this man was so rude, he dared to curse their ninth-rank alchemy master, although it is true that their alchemy master was dying, and his death would only take a few years.

However, in this restaurant building, there were many monks traveling from south to north, and someone immediately supported the strong man in the south: "This fellow Taoist is right, and there is Grandmaster Mu Sheng from the south, it is indeed my cultivation world." luck."

"What the hell is Mu Sheng!" The low-level rogue cultivators couldn't get the benefit of the alchemy master at all, so Mu Sheng was just a famous name in their eyes, maybe not as good as a mount that was kept by their side. "That brat Mu Sheng is not yet an apprentice taught by our Grandmaster Songzhi! He is a girly girl, and I heard that he has a lot of flowers and butterflies around him."

An Qingli's brows darkened, and she threw out a wooden chopstick in her hand. The chopsticks had spiritual power, like an arrow, piercing the man's mouth horizontally.

Several people slammed the table and stood up, glaring at An Qingli angrily.

An Qingli said indifferently: "If you live a long time, you still don't know the truth that disaster comes from your mouth."

"That's it!" A group of people supported An Qingli.

"Hillbilly!" A group of locals shouted back.

The two sides are at war with each other, and they are about to fight again.

The boss here is not surprised. These monks who are running around for a living have a violent temper and speak out loud. They always want to find some excuses to vent their suffocation in their bodies. However, it is not a good thing to fight in the building and smash the tables, chairs and benches.

The boss released the coercion of the late stage of foundation establishment, and said with a smile: "After you pay for the meal, there is an open space on the right when you go out. It is open and bright, and it is more appropriate to go there."

The grade of this restaurant is not high, and the people who come here to eat are not that high, so they groaned angrily, and then gradually subsided.

The building became quiet, the atmosphere was a bit depressing, few people talked, but many people moved their chopsticks.

An Qingli calmed down, picked and picked, and tasted some Central Plains-style meals. Some of them were barely edible, but they were still far behind the Lingshan Restaurant in Tianyun Zongfang City.

After paying the bill with the Lingshi, An Qingli stepped out of the dilapidated restaurant building, and the casual cultivator who had his mouth stuck in his mouth by chopsticks gathered a group of people, and blatantly followed.

Someone followed to watch the excitement.

See if it's the strong dragon crushing the local snake, or the local snake swallowed the strong dragon.

The open space next to the inn is indeed very large, large and flat.

An Qingli looked at the group of people and asked, "Are you coming one by one, or together?"

The casual cultivator covered his still-scarred mouth and said: "You country bumpkin, what a big tone, next year today is your memorial day!"

As soon as the words fell, five foundation cultivators surrounded them together.

Holding the Chiyan sword in his hand, An Qingli glanced up, and met the weakest one fiercely. With a vertical slash of the Chiyan sword in his hand, he knocked that person unconscious. At the same time, An Qingli also fell to the ground. Taking advantage of the situation, he rushed out of the surrounding circle of the remaining people.

The rest of the people were horrified, they didn't expect An Qingli to make such a quick move, but they were not slow to react, and immediately turned towards An Qingli again.

An Qingli didn't turn around, but with a quick twist of her wrist, she slammed her sword backwards, a red crescent slash, and immediately slashed out, rushing towards the man who was rushing like a cheetah.

The man's figure was still in the air, he didn't dare to resist the sharp sword energy, twisted his waist, turned over with a beautiful kite, and quickly dodged to the right.

However, there was a companion on his right side, who had no time to react, was turned over by the kite and staggered.

An Qingli saw the right moment, and immediately a sword qi slashed at the dragged person.

But at the same time that An Qingli swung his sword, a few Explosion Talismans came towards An Qingli's back quickly.

"Hey, you don't follow the rules!" Some people despise it, and it's okay to bully the few with more, and even use talismans to attack.

Some people folded their arms and sneered coldly: "Where does the Bodhisattva heart come from! It's a life-and-death struggle, and there are no rules! Don't talk about throwing talismans, throwing a handful of poison is fine!"

But someone said: "The foreign cultivator who wielded the sword didn't hurt anyone's life as soon as he made a move. There is room for it. The party with a lot of people made a deadly move. It's really unruly!"

Someone laughed again: "It means that the side with more people doesn't know what is good and evil, and deliberately seeks death!"

The talismans exploded one after another, and the black smoke did not disperse.

An Qingli's body was as light as a swallow, and she kept moving around, escaping three talisman attacks in a row, and finally walked around behind the man, with sullen eyes, raised her sword and swung at the talisman thrower.

Amidst the black gunpowder smoke, the red crescent cut splits into two, and then into four, and spreads out quickly.

The man throwing the talisman was forced to retreat, and when a crescent cut was approaching, he immediately moved upwards.

An Qingli charged forward, raised her sword and slashed down.

Seeing that there was no way for that person to avoid it, at the moment of life and death, one of his companions kicked him out, kicking that person several feet away.

Two red crescent cuts cut through the long leg kicked horizontally, dripping with blood.

Before An Qingli landed in time, an earthen gun came out of the ground and stabbed at An Qingli's foot.

That is earth magic.

The tip of the gun is sharp.

Immediately afterwards, several soil guns, like sharp bamboo shoots, continuously stabbed at the soles of An Qingli's feet.

An Qingli slashed with his sword, and immediately cut off most of the earthen spear.

A sharp whip kick, but it attacked An Qingli's right rear.

An Qingli immediately swung his sword to chop.

But the big knife on the left was full of murderous intent, and slashed towards him suddenly.

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