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Chapter 705 Fight With Me!

The distant mountains are like Dai, and the near water is silent.

Shang Qingyun, who was wandering by the stream, had a look of haggardness on his face, and he had no intention of admiring the lush vegetation in the secret area.

After many years of practicing and accumulating good deeds, he failed to pass the pass.

She was very bitter in her heart, her husband had advised her to slow down for a few years, accumulate more accumulation, and sharpen her state of mind again. She wanted to fly hand in hand with him, without losing half a step, but her success fell short and her success fell short.

The path of practice was almost cut off at this point, she suddenly felt at a loss, there was no one to talk to at this moment.

Walking aimlessly along the stream, I didn't realize I came close to the circle that the Lord of the Temple had warned me about. I suddenly raised my head and saw a beautiful peach-like enchanting woman leaning on the mountain tree near the left. The pink but not greasy long dress in the palace dress and the smiling eyes, like a bottomless pool, attracted her to move forward in a trance, wanting to find out.

About to wade out of the circle, Shang Qingyun suddenly woke up, and the jade pendant hanging around her waist exuded a hazy white light.

"Little girl, in fact, you can continue on your path of practice."

Tao Niangzi uttered a word lazily, and told the little round-faced woman who was flying back as if facing an enemy to freeze in place, unable to advance or retreat for a while.

She didn't use too much power at all, and it's not surprising that she was broken by the protective jade pendant with a casual look, and said with a smile: "For us, there are roads everywhere when looking down, big and small, wide and narrow , you stand so low, of course you can't see other cultivation paths that are blocked by mountains."

Shang Qingyun cupped his hands and saluted: "Excuse me, senior, what price does this junior need to pay for guiding this junior?"

"You don't need to pay the price, you can tell Guanzhu Zhang afterwards, it's a very simple matter."

Tao Niangzi didn't think much of the price the little girl paid, and to make Guanzhu Zhang a favor was her purpose, anyway, she was idle anyway.

Shang Qingyun pondered for a long time, then suddenly cupped his hands: "Young man, please leave!"

Turning around and flying back and forth, mist appeared in his eyes.

She is very satisfied to have a 400-year lifespan for her to live in the world, give birth to a few dolls for her husband, leave blood descendants, and accompany him to return to dust and dust for 100 years before the tide of spiritual energy ebbs. Don't be too old and ugly.

The temple master has done enough for their first batch of disciples, and the conditions for that monster are definitely not easy.

Time is fate, why force it?
Tao Niangzi still smiled, she never thought that the little girl would be so determined, she could see life and death at stake.

The skinny and monkey-like Duke Mang appeared nearby, with a sneering expression on his face, he praised: "Tao Niangzi casually teased a frustrated junior, what a skill! Be careful not to be self-defeating, and to hate fellow Daoist Zhang again. Then let's see how you end up? In your wine cellar The 800-year-old vintage, not much left.”

"I want you to take care of it!"

Tao Niangzi glared at the meddling old guy, then turned into a powder mist and disappeared into the air.

Mang Gong shook his head and said, "I don't know good people, I'm afraid of getting involved with you, otherwise I won't bother to care about your mess."

In the days that followed, Shang Qingyun never walked fifty miles away from the stone castle. Once people looked away, she no longer felt sad and sentimental. Enjoying the long-lost mortal life with a spoon in her slender hands, she arranged the stone house where she lived in beautiful flowers.

With a different mood, time passes easily.

More than half a month later, Wei Jingjie, who successfully passed through the promotion, opened the door and saw his wife's condition, and quickly concealed the sadness in his eyes, pretending to be happy and relieved.

Under the setting sun, a pair of shadows snuggling together cast long shadows on the ground.

It looks a bit desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The half-year period has come, and the viewer walked into the secret realm on time, and he couldn't do anything about such troublesome troubles.

Entering three times and entering four is a watershed on the road of practice. Overcoming difficulties, not only the soul can condense a trace of unambiguous spirituality, and the next life can be expected, but also because the road of practice will no longer end in a dead end, the life span of six to 800 years , if you fail to break the level once, you can continue to try next time until you succeed, or the longevity comes to an end.

Shang Qingyun's indifferent attitude towards life and death made the audience look at him with admiration and saved him a lot of consolation.

When Yu Mengchang in the water droplet wakes up, you can ask for advice, maybe you can have another chance?
After returning to the sect, the news spread that Shang Qingyun couldn't pass the pass, so many disciples who were about to leave the mortal path, such as Shi Nanguan, quietly gave up the idea of ​​rushing. To be on the safe side, it is better to practice for a few more years.

The road to practice is long, so why worry!
On this day, Guanzhu Zhang received a regular visitor in the west hall.

A few years ago, Rong Shu returned to the fourth-order state. He polished his cultivation to a solid level, and he looked like a scholar who was free from dust.

"I originally wanted to have a peaceful life for a few years, to hide in the city, and I didn't want to pay attention to the fights with the barbarians in the South Yuan Continent, but we should have suffered heavy losses. In just over two years, two fourth-orders fell one after another. Confucianism Cultivator, the not-so-rich family background is even worse, and the Grand Priest of the Academy personally invited me, so I can only make this trip."

"You, Lu Zijin, and Lu Huan are all acquainted. When you go to Dongyue Island, you will take care of each other. Don't be brave."

"Don't worry, people who have died several times should cherish this life very much."

Rong Shuzhi didn't stay long, and after half an hour, he hurried to the Liuzhi River again. He stopped by to visit again, and he hasn't left Daying for many years.

With the news from Zhuang Yu, Zhang Guanzhu is quite clear about the situation of the battle. The war between the Eastern and Western Continents and the Nanyuan Continent is in a stalemate. There are losers and winners. Generally speaking, the Eastern and Western Continents are dominant, and they are fighting within a certain range. .

However, going deep into the Nanyuan Continent with a complex environment caused a lot of losses in the East and West Continents.

Now that they have returned to Dongyue Island, they will go to battle after they are fully prepared.

Zhang Guanzhu has no idea of ​​participating in the battle for the time being, and it is enough to have Lu Zijin and Lu Huan, who are physically strong, represent Xianlingguan.

He was worried about the emptiness behind the Eastern Continent, and was attacked by a team of monks sent by the Nanyuan Continent. Although Da'an was in the middle and the two were not on the side, the current situation is that several kingdoms are connected with each other, and one is damaged and the other is prosperous.

Zhuang Yu was specially arranged to keep an eye on the movement of the sea in the southwest, to guard against the attack of the monks from the Nanyuan Continent.

Unlike the Duxian Islands, where the territory is scattered and the practice is radical, the Nanyuan Continent is very united in the face of foreign enemies. Moreover, those monks have come out of chaos and blood for a long time, and their combat power is extraordinary.

The cultivators who robbed Dongyuedaofang City, Cangling Ruins City and Misty Demon City performed poorly the year before last, like a mob. First, it was a temporary cooperation, and second, He Guangjun and Shi Yin were well-known.

Humans and demon cultivators join hands to fight in depth alone, how can there be any concerted efforts?The result of distrusting each other's hind legs is that the treasure is obtained, and the army is lost.

Another half a year passed, and at the end of the year, Yan Jing, who had escaped from the mortal world, was sent to retreat in the secluded area of ​​Moling.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Guanzhu Zhang received a call for help from Yang Shuilan.

A force from the Nanyuan Continent entered from the southwest of the Eastern Continent, raging and sweeping across the territory of the Great Liang Wu Clan. Mu Lihua and two other fourth-level witch cultivators defended the city and tried their best to resist, and the situation was in danger.

"Wei Jingjie, follow me!"

"Yes!"

Raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a while, two figures flashed in the air, and disappeared in the southwest sky in an instant.

Yue Anyan sent out multiple messages one after another, calling for help for the temple master who was out in the battle, and summoned the earth protector who had traveled far away to return to the sect.

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(Lao Yan still has a fever after all, his whole body is sore and uncomfortable, his body temperature fluctuates from time to time, he will have to fight for a few days, try to keep it updated during the rest period, everyone take care of your body)
(End of this chapter)