One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 99: Xun Lanyin, the Headmaster
Who?
This is the first thought that many people have when they see the Taoist woman.

She fell from the sky and landed on the city wall, her eyes as cold as stars staring at the prefect Lan Wentai in the sky.

Zhao Fuyun held a lamp and shone it behind her. In the flickering firelight, her black hair fluttered in the wind.

"As the lord of a prefecture, he actually attacked his own instructor. Haha!" said the Taoist woman with a sneer.

"Who are you?" Lan Wentai asked with an unpleasant look on his face and a questioning tone.

"Tiandu Mountain, Headmaster's Academy, Xun Lanyin." When the Taoist female voice fell, she threw the beads in her hand up, and the sky instantly changed color. An inky black wave emerged, with dots of blue light interweaving in it.

At this moment, Lan Wentai felt as if the sky was locked.

He was shocked. He didn't expect that the female Taoist from Tiandu Mountain would be so domineering and actually attack directly.

He flipped his hand and a large golden seal appeared. It was both his prefectural seal and a magic weapon refined by secret methods.

He threw the golden seal into the air, bringing up a golden glow that protected the void around him and blocked the star-blue light falling from the inky sky.

Then they saw that there was a sword in his hand, which he slowly drew out. The brilliant white light from the scabbard was like a needle. Everyone covered their eyes as they watched.

At this moment, everyone saw Xun Lanyin's hand reaching into her sleeve and there was a small flag.

The flagpole of the small flag was as long as a whisk. The pole was dark black with blue wrapped around it, and there were blue and purple runes on the flag.

She just pointed her left hand towards Lan Wentai in the sky.

"Certainly!"

The starlight in the inky black sky dotted with blue dots flickered.

Lan Wentai's entire body froze, even the golden light around him seemed to freeze and stop, and the light on the seal suddenly dimmed.

His hand that was about to draw the sword stopped, but he exerted force on his hand again. The sword light in the scabbard flashed, and the "Ding" spell seemed to be cut in half by the invisible sword light.

Xun Lanyin waved the Xuanyuan Sheshui Flag in her hand, and another clear and powerful female command came out: "Shell!"

The stars in the dark sky seemed to spin.

The sound of 'ding' and the following 'she', one after the other, seemed like the back foot stepping on the front foot, and the latter sound matched the former sound.

The power of these curses seemed to be stacked together.

Zhao Fuyun was behind her. Although the spell was not directed at him, he clearly felt that his body was restrained by some force, and his soul seemed to be pulled out. Fortunately, he was prepared and immediately focused his mind.

Lan Wentai felt restrained when facing Xun Lanyin. With a flash of sword in his hand, he broke the spell of "ding". However, at this moment, a force pulled his soul out.

This happened during a very short period of time when he was protected by his own magical powers.

He immediately gathered his spiritual thoughts and could vaguely see a shadow that was about to leave his body, forming a double image with his physical body.

He only heard him say in a low voice with difficulty: "Suppress!"

His magic weapon is the 'Seal', and the main magic he practices is the Suppression Technique, which can not only suppress the enemy, but also calm his own soul and spirit, preventing him from being invaded by external evil.

However, he lost the initiative all of a sudden, and half of his soul had been taken away, so he could no longer exert his full power to suppress the enemy.

Moreover, Zhao Fuyun knew that Xun Lanyin had tried her best from the beginning.

The blue light in the sky was flickering, and Xun Lanyin on the city wall was continuously waving the Xuanyuan Sheshui Flag in her hand. Lan Wentai found that the water vapor in his body was rapidly dissipating.

There were still some magical weapons in his treasure bag that he could use, but his soul was captured at this moment and he couldn't move at all.

He struggled hard but couldn't even make a sound. He felt that the soul-captivating force seemed to come from the entire heaven and earth.

In the end, he could only despair and feel his body drying up.

He never thought he would be killed like this.

The spells of seducing the soul were not uncommon, and he had encountered many of them. He had the golden seal to suppress the soul, and those who had met before could not seduces his soul at all, but today he met someone who could seduces his soul, and then he would never have the chance to regret it. It was quiet here, and many people were watching, watching the prefect's body dry up little by little, watching his soul being absorbed into the darkness.

Lan Wentai's body fell on the ground, and his magic golden seal was captured by Xun Lanyin.

On the other side, Meng Yanhu had been burned to death on the ground.

"This man ambushed the cultivators who were dueling in Tiandu Mountain, trying to destroy the agreement between Tiandu Mountain and Zhennan Palace. Everyone saw it, so we killed him to warn the world." Xun Lanyin's voice echoed in the wind.

everything is over.

No one from the noble families present dared to move, because they all knew why Zhao Fuyun and Meng Yanhu would duel here. The more they knew the reason, the less they dared to move.

It is said that in the Prince of Zhennan's Palace, the fire inside the pass was extinguished by heavy rain and thunder that day.

Today, they truly felt the tremendous pressure from the cultivation sects.

Before, in their minds, Tiandu Mountain was just a big sect in the mountains, a place for preaching and teaching. Because it did not interfere much in worldly affairs, the low-level cultivators only knew its name but not its power.

That's why they think that Guangyuan Prefecture, with the prefect, the heads of the major families, and the Zhennan Palace, is not afraid of the big sects in the mountains, because in their hearts, these figures are indeed powerful.

Many people did not expect such a result, not even Zhao Fuyun.

When he and his junior brothers from the lower courtyard carried Xun Lanyin back to Daozi Courtyard, he bowed solemnly to Xun Lanyin and said, "Disciple Zhao Fuyun, thank you Master Xun for saving my life."

The other disciples bowed and said, "Greetings, Master Xun."

Xun Lanyin looked at these people, waved her hand and said, "No need to do that. Zhao Fuyun, where do you live?"

"My disciple lives in another place." Zhao Fuyun said.

"Take me there." Xun Lanyin said.

"Yes." After Zhao Fuyun finished speaking, he told the others not to leave Daoziyuan, so as to avoid being attacked by someone from a mad family here.

When she arrived at Zhao Fuyun's residence, Xun Lanyin sat directly on the chair that Zhao Fuyun usually sat on. She looked at Zhao Fuyun with a scrutinizing gaze, as if she wanted to see through him.

After a long while, I heard her say, "Not bad."

It was rare for Zhao Fuyun to hear her say this, and he couldn't help but smile.

However, Xun Lanyin said, "However, your magic is still too fancy and lacks the ability to make a final decision."

Zhao Fuyun knew what she meant. After all, Zhao Fuyun knew that the word "She" method in her magic was really overbearing. Now that she had the magic weapon made from the Xuanyin Pearl, her magic seemed to have undergone higher-level changes.

Even the Purple Mansion monks would be unable to fight back under her spell if they were not careful.

"Yes, disciple is thinking about practicing." Zhao Fuyun said.

"Think more about your own cultivation, and don't practice those spells that look gorgeous but are useless. No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they are just fireworks." After Xun Lanyin finished speaking, she actually leaned back in the chair, put her feet on the chair next to her, and closed her eyes.

Zhao Fuyun didn't say anything else, just looked at her face. He felt that Master Xun's magic power and her overwhelming arrogance overshadowed her beauty.

Suddenly, her eyes opened and Zhao Fuyun quickly looked away.

Love is the most deadly calamity for practitioners.

The reason why the world is the world is because there is so much love in this world.

As for the dual cultivation between practices, a lamp is enough.

Zhao Fuyun came to his room, placed the lamp on the table, stood in front of the lamp, and a shadow spread on the ground behind him.

The room was silent, with three of us sitting facing the lamp.

(End of this chapter)