After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 162 Not Only Sword Cultivators
It was clearly a puppet made by Yun Weixian with talismans.

I usually seem to be able to do any job more delicately and faster than humans, and no matter to him or the other senior brothers and sisters, he is a respectful and polite puppet. All of them slashed at him with a trace of coldness.

For a moment, Ning Qingyuan was almost oppressed by a puppet, so suppressed that he couldn't even hold the knife steadily.

Fortunately, he can wield a knife these days when he has nothing to do, and before going out, he has gone through such an assessment, and the unconscious movements in his hands are already faster than the thoughts in his mind.

A knife and a sword collided together, making a crisp sound, and the energy spread to the surroundings.

Seeing that Ning Qingyuan didn't see his opponent as a puppet, he underestimated him, but was calm and cautious from the beginning.

It can even be said that he used all his strength.

Yun Weixian smiled slightly, and then moved to the roof to sit and watch the battle, so as not to hinder them from fighting downstairs.

Considering Ning Qingyuan's cultivation and physical strength, the battle lasted for nearly an hour and a half, and finally stopped when Yun Weixian scattered the puppet charms with a wave of his hand.

From the beginning to the end, Ning Qingyuan only had one type of saber technique, and the rest of the time he was slowly learning how to use it.

Although it wasn't a particularly bad beating, it basically beat him to pieces with the excitement and complacency of his promotion to the minor realm, his entry into the way of the sword, and his mastery of the first form of sword technique.

But the self-confidence is still there - he has survived for an hour and a half under the puppet manipulated by the Seventh Junior Sister!
Seeing that he was exhausted and out of breath, he still held the knife like a treasure, and there was a faint connection between him and the cold black machete.

Yun Weixian raised his hand and punched the Dao Shenqing Talisman into his body, and then flew down: "Good performance, continue next time."

Ning Qingyuan only felt that his body was much more comfortable. Although his spiritual power was still consumed too much and he would not be able to recover for a while, he could at least stand up straight and speak.

"Next time... and Seventh Martial Sister, you are playing tricks. You only used the sword at the beginning, but you used everything later."

What kind of talismans, zithers, needles, sticks, etc., and even played with long spears, he was able to do all kinds of martial arts.

But in comparison, the first sword move was the most oppressive. It scared him so much that he almost didn't last for a moment.

Yun Weixian said leisurely: "There are not only sword cultivators in this world."

"Hey, that's right." Ning Qingyuan scratched his head, then ran to the porch to sit and wipe his knife.

Yun Weixian waved at him and went back.

When it was late at night, Xiao Zhihan naturally came out of his samadhi, and the feeling of the completion of foundation establishment was not too obvious, but all reflected in the silence.

Just like at this moment, Yan Wenshu Yujian came through the air, the distance was still far away, and he already felt it.

But he couldn't perceive what Yun Weixian, who lived next door, was doing.

Xiao Zhihan adjusted his breath for a moment, then got up and went out from the inner room. The moment he opened the door, Yan Wenshu just landed in his courtyard.

When he met his gaze and saw that he approached without surprise, Yan Wenshu knew that there was no need to say more: "Let's go, they should come out at this time."

"it is good."

Immediately, the two flew into the air together and headed for the desert to the west.

It just so happened that when Yan Wenshu took Xiao Zhihan to find the group of people, they were eyeing a rather large caravan, sneaking around the camp, as if judging whether they could strike or not.

Just when they confirmed that there were no monks in the caravan, made a few gestures, and appeared to surround them, a sword light suddenly appeared, turning into multiple sword shadows and flying towards them.

The next moment, a sharp whistle sounded, and the group of people fled in all directions in a tacit understanding, sinking into the yellow sand.

(End of this chapter)