Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 277 A Little Crazy

"Eldest brother, I heard that our little brother Zhiyang has been filmed!"

"What film?"

"It's like a roasted duck, sliced ​​open piece by piece. There are holes in the robes, and the smell of meat overflows the ring."

A group of senior brothers and sisters at the Golden Core Stage rushed to the fighting arena at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Their junior brother is invincible at the same age, the light of the master.

An Qingli held the Ruyi Red Flame Sword, chasing Zhiyang Shao who was in his early forties.

And Zhiyang was protected by a fire dragon, with his hands on the ground, he spun quickly, avoiding the threat of the opponent's sword energy again.

With a thought in An Qingli's mind, two flying swords attacked Zhiyang fiercely. Zhiyang's waist was folded back, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a sword energy came towards his legs again.

Zhi Yang almost rolled on his side, only to avoid it in embarrassment.

The body-protecting fire dragon on his body also faded a bit.

"Junior brother, you have to have a degree of pity and pity!" Shaoyang's sixth senior brother clenched his fists and shouted, "Show out your bottom-pressing skills, go!"

"Senior Brother Zhiyang, come on!"

Many Wanfa Peak disciples also shouted anxiously.

Wan Fa Peak is the boss of the five main peaks, if he is defeated by the weakest Spirit Medicine Peak, he really can't afford to lose that person.

An Qingjin, who was also from Wanfa Peak, was very quiet, with a faint smile on his lips, they were all from the same sect, so it was not that important which peak won. Compared to Wanfa Peak's prestige, He certainly hoped that An Qingli would win.

What's more, how could one Sunshine Sun and one Green Fence each represent a peak? These people think too much. In terms of combat strength, Wanfa Peak is absolutely crushing against Death-Dreading Spirit Medicine Peak.

"Qingli, come on!"

An Qingjin raised his fist, silently cheering An Qingli up.

"Keep the smile off your face."

Sui Zhen sent a voice transmission to An Qingjin, all the people in Wanfa Peak looked unhappy, but An Qingjin was the only one with a wide smile.

An Qingjin smiled triumphantly, put away his fists, crossed his arms, and watched the battle proudly.

"Junior Sister An, come on!"

"Senior Sister An, come on!"

"Uncle An, come on!"

The other peaks were generous in helping An Qingli, and this Wanfa peak was usually proud, so it happened to be in need of cleaning up.

The fight on stage was even more inextricable.

Zhi Yang was so forced that he had no choice but to put his hands together in front of his body, and sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the bronze Lihuo bell.

However, being forced out of his talisman by An Qingli, who was in his early twenties, Zhi Yang already felt that he had lost.

Li Huo Zhong spun in the air, and five huge fire dragons attacked An Qingli again.

An Qingli swung his sword and slashed fiercely, most of the sword energy was swallowed by the fire dragon, but the fire dragon's light dimmed, but its shape did not dissipate, and it still rushed towards An Qingli with remaining power.

There was a "boom", coming too fast.

An Qingli turned sideways to dodge, but before completely dodging, the audience saw that half of An Qingli's body was about to be set on fire, but a red lotus bone umbrella came out suddenly, blocking the fire outside.

The red lotus bone umbrella spun around.

An Qingli's appearance was already excellent, but it was even more amazing when she was set off by the red lotus bone umbrella.

"What a beautiful Uncle An!" A Qi training disciple looked straight at him.

"As expected of a master's apprentice!" Someone was lamenting the others, "Shooting is two magic weapons."

It's a pity that many people present have never even touched the magic weapon.

"Junior Sister An." Zhi Yang kept away from the fire bell to protect his body, his face was a little pale, "I lost this game."

An Qingli didn't really enjoy the fight, Zhiyang didn't try her best at first, and delayed using her talisman until later, but she didn't want to fight when she used her talisman, and after forcing her back, she avoided it.

How should I put it, the other party seems to be giving way all the time, and others look like the other party has been showing mercy, while she, An Qingli, has been pressing her every step of the way.

Really no energy.

Or go out to practice, fight with real knives and guns, it's refreshing.

"Since you lost, don't bother me any more." An Qingli said, "I don't look down on those who are weaker than me."

Zhi Yang cupped his hands: "Then I have improved my strength and come back?"

The little Thunder Wing Tiger came out of the spirit beast bag: "If you want to get my master's way, pass me first."

As soon as the words fell, he fluttered his wings and rushed towards Zhiyang, and the thunder and lightning crackled, and the electricity was so shocking that Zhiyang, who was protected by Lihuozhong, dared not come out of the shield at all.

"Hmph, you're still too weak!" Little Huzi snorted triumphantly.

In their group of Thunderwing Tigers, whether it is the male who favors the female or the female who favors the male, they all fight in public, and the final winner can get what he wants.

That is to say, according to the rules of their species, this sun has to defeat all competitors in order to finally embrace the beauty.

Obviously, this human monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment is not qualified at all.

"There's still Grandmaster!" Little Lei Yihu flew back to An Qingli's side, and after getting An Qingli's instruction, he snorted and warned, "If you come together again, Grandmaster will go on stage in person, slap three times first, and talk about it later." .If you want to abduct someone’s apprentice, have you ever asked someone’s master? You think you’re smart.”

Hearing Lei Yihu's words, some Golden Core cultivators who were about to make a move also stopped thinking.

As far as the master's willful temper is concerned, if he slaps someone in the face, it is a real slap, and he is absolutely impolite.

"What Lei Yihu said is the truth. You have to ask your teacher about showing courtesy. I will only consider it after my teacher agrees."

An Qingli turned over and sat on the back of the tiger, and left proudly.

The rotten peach blossoms have been dealt with, and the people the An family wanted to see have already met. Later, we will make arrangements for the affairs of the Grandmaster Peak and leave the sect to continue accumulating merit.

The rest of the acupoints have been open for too long, and before being filled with spiritual power, they are already closing.

"This little junior sister is so crazy!"

A large group of people looked at An Qingli's back. This flower looked kind and kind, but it was very difficult to pick.

"Hey." An Qingjin laughed, "If I had a master as my master, I would be crazier than her!"

"That's right, what kind of madness is this!" Someone echoed, "If you're really crazy, you'll be slapped in the face together with your master, believe it or not."

"Believe it, believe it, how can you not believe it!"

Another group of people nodded repeatedly, and the grandmaster could force Du Jie to swear a poisonous oath in public. What else is there that the grandmaster dare not do.

"Let's go away, let's go away." The sea of ​​clouds in the sky has darkened, and it's going to be night soon, "Junior Sister Qingli's words are very clear, don't think about love and love for now, take it easy if you want to, don't worry about it." To disturb other people's cultivation."

Many people left dejectedly.

An Qingli rode the little Thunder Wing Tiger back to the Grandmaster Peak, just in time to run into a big man who was begging for alchemy, swearing with a bitter face.

To swear hesitatingly, intermittently.

This tribulation boss has lived for five or six thousand years, and his sons and daughters have already walked ahead of him. He is not afraid of the oath that his children will die of accidental misfortune, nor is he afraid of his own accidental death. Anyway, he has lived all these years.

But one more thing is that it would be very aggrieved for Qian Dan to become a domesticated big white pig in the next life.

As a cultivator who crosses the catastrophe, of course he knows that people have an afterlife, and once this vow is made, it must be fulfilled.

(End of this chapter)