Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 270 Jiang Yan
Linghai County.

Linghai County was originally the territory of the Yu family. After the Qingchi Sect regained this place, the Yu family immediately changed its banner. Many ancestors worked in the Qingchi Sect, so they kept most of the territory and continued to be the leader of Linghai County.

Later, several ancestors died, and the Yu family was not as good as each year. It gradually declined. Finally, a genius Yu Yuxie was born, but he died hastily in the southern border. The main line of the Yu family has declined. Combining foreign surnames and standing on the top of the mountain, Nuo Da's territory is still the Yu family on the surface, but in fact the same surname has different opinions, and they are independent.

Fortunately, Linghai County is located in the southeast, and there are no foreign enemies around. The Qingchi Sect does not allow the family to cross states and even counties. The Linghai Yu family has been divided and stalemate, maintaining a class that has solidified for 80 years.

There are quite a lot of people on the wide avenue. From time to time, small merchants and peddlers pass by on donkeys and horses. A young man in ragged clothes is squatting by the side of the road. His face is pale and his lips are blood red. Opened the mouth and said:

"Master, what is the cultivator of the Zifu Jindan Dao cultivator?"

A sweaty old farmer emerged from the passers-by beside him. He sat down next to the young man, showing his yellow teeth, and replied:
"Zifu Jindan Dao... This way cultivates nature, likes to eat people, is easy to play tricks, is good at refining alchemy to gather energy, and is easy to play with common people. There are not many good things."

The boy raised his eyebrows and asked back:

"This way of cultivating the golden nature? To seek the long-term existence of the self-nature, it is natural to use everything."

"Hey!"

The old farmer only replied:
"If it's the number of lives, what's so good about the maha dharma? The slaves have been slaves for generations, and the mahas are mahas every year. When you meet a monk with the maha dharma, you will know the despair and injustice. Heavier than a Jindan Dao monk!"

The old farmer was spitting all over the place, the boy covered his nose and replied:
"You may be old enough to change into a skin, this person is too smoky."

The old farmer was stunned, raised his head as if he suddenly realized something, looked around in confusion, slapped his thigh and cursed:
"I've been here for so long, I'm confused every day."

He jumped up as if he didn't know the boy, and walked up the road. After a while, another peasant woman walked over, her appearance was fairly clean, and she laughed and scolded:

"I have practiced spells for more than ten years, and I still care about this skin!"

The young man curled his lips and said:

"You're so comfortable, you've escaped from that person who is in charge of the yin, and you've run amok in the world, no one is in control, so you're happy!"

"Damn."

The peasant woman scolded, turned her lips up and down sharply, and replied:
"I gave them most of the gold and fate, and the rest is not enough to pinch the golden elixir, and not enough to cultivate the maha maha, so I will linger on for a while, what is there to do!"

"Fortunately, the number of days has changed. If there are still three disasters and nine disasters, I will not be able to survive. It is ridiculous to fall into this situation!"

The young man sneered, disapproving, and replied:

"You said that Shanyue Duanmu Kuiduo was miraculous, multi-talented, yet he was wiped out in ashes, and he didn't even have a chance to be reincarnated. You can ask for it again. What's so ridiculous?"

The peasant woman smiled, showing her yellowish teeth, with her hands on her hips, exposing her strong arms, and explained:
"He has a violent personality. He insists on getting a golden elixir, thinking that if there is a promise from an immortal, he will become a golden elixir. He naturally ended up like this. He can't be wronged, but he doesn't want to. If he really wants to fight, the two yin It may not be his opponent."

"Even if it turned into a monster after death, it almost escaped from the hands of those two. Duanmukui is a great witch who has dominated his life, and I can't compare it."

The boy nodded thoughtfully, and the peasant woman said seriously:
"Yan'er, let's not talk about this, my master and apprentice will join forces to kill Qing Chizong, you will avenge your mother-killing, I will find my good Daoist foundation, and after finishing these first and last, I will hide and practice, don't do it!" Mix it in."

The young man nodded silently and only asked:

"What foundation do you want to find?"

The peasant woman paused and said:

"It's just the "Old Man on the Stream" and "The Vast Sea". Xiao Chuting wants to cultivate the nature of Jia Zikan Shui Qian Na. This person is insidious. He will hang me up and eat him when the time comes. Changxiaomen and Dalukui Guan There is hope for a breakthrough in the Zi Mansion, so we can’t take those two paths...and Master Shangyuan, there are really not many paths that can be cultivated."

She thought for a moment, then replied:

"There are still many Leixiu in this area of ​​the Yue Kingdom, but there is no Purple Mansion. It is also an easy road to follow. You can find a road foundation for me such as "Winter Thunder" and "Spring Waking of Insects"!"

The boy nodded, stepped on his feet, and flew up lightly. The peasant woman on the ground quickly raised her wrinkled and callused hand, pinched her fingers, and shouted:

"32 miles to the north, there is the Fangshi of the Blue Pond Sect!"

Hearing this, the young man flew to the phantom formation in Nafang City after a short journey. The large formation in Qingchi Zongfang City had been shattered, and the overlapping buildings and densely-covered spiritual fields were exposed. Shouting and screaming came one after another, and someone said in surprise:

"Why close the big formation! Brother Chi! What are you doing, open the big formation quickly! Don't you fear that the sect will punish you!"

Standing in the air was a man in blue, with a handsome face, but a mad look, his robe was covered with blood, and he yelled wildly:

"Hahahaha!"

The man flew forward and wanted to restrain him, Senior Brother Chi pulled out the saber with his backhand, and slashed at the man blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"block!"

The magic weapon was thrown out like a bird, and the red blood dripped down. Normally, the two were on par, but this Senior Brother Chi suddenly became so powerful that he lightly knocked his magic weapon away, and chopped off his arm with a single blow. Come.

The man was in unbearable pain and frightened, but when he fell, his arm stretched out like a ball of mud, jumping and flying, like a mule in heat, jumping and grabbing his own face .

"What kind of magic is this!"

"Brother! I'll help you!"

The left-behind monks of the Qingchi Sect below flew up one after another, but they couldn't be rescued at all. The man was slapped by his palm, his head spun four or five times like a top, and he seemed to be dead.

"what!"

The monk who came to rescue him was stunned. Who would have thought that the man's corpse only trembled in the air, and the only remaining hand touched his neck, and with a click, a dark white and bloodshot spine was pulled out from the head, like a long sword. Generally speaking, the monks who came to help smashed it in the face.

The monk still couldn't understand it, so he ejected more than a dozen talismans at once, and the soul of the dead froze, and said sharply:

"Demon Cultivator! Purple Mansion Demon Cultivator..."

"Crack."

Before he could finish his words, someone slapped his head hard and spun like a spinning top for a few weeks. He lost his voice, and his hands and feet were hurriedly separated from his body. His heart, spleen, stomach and lungs were pulled out, and he went about his own business, looking for monks around. went.

"The magic cultivator... is the magic cultivator!"

There was a bloody storm in the whole square city, screams came and went, the young man stood quietly in the sky, a crowd of flesh and blood circled around him, leaning against him like docile dogs and beasts, he smiled Looking at the fleeing monks, he said loudly to the distant figure:

"Tell Qingchizong that Jiang Yan has come to avenge Tujun!"

The sound echoed slowly in the air, and the monks of Qingchi ran faster. Jiang Yan enjoyed the air for a while, and a man's head flew over, with disheveled hair.
"The Blue Pond Sect is arrogant. The huge square city doesn't even have a foundation building. Leave quickly, and the Yu family is already on the way!"

(End of this chapter)