Fairy

The weaving city is the famous treasure clothes in the Yuan Dynasty, the weaving center of Jinyi, and it is an important city for the Baotian faction to manage the treasure clothes business.

There was a constant flow of cars and people in the city. Every monk was wearing luxurious clothes, and all of them had smiles on their faces.

Wang Xian led the little corpse god to this quiet town, feeling a long-lost comfort.

Where there are monks, there will be fights. This is an eternal rule in the cultivation world. Almost every city in the cultivation world has people killing and seizing treasures, but Zhizhi City is different. The monks here like to enjoy themselves and have fun, but they don’t pay much attention to it. Cultivation, the monks' cultivation base is very weak, and there are very few monks in the Xianzu stage and the true gang stage, and there are very few monks in the alchemy stage.

Perhaps it is because the monks in Weaving City are all low-level, so there are fewer disputes, and there are few incidents of killing and seizing treasures.

"This small town is suitable for monks to take care of themselves." Wang Xian smiled faintly.

"Godfather, this is fun, I want it!"

"Godfather, I want this too!"

The little corpse god wants to buy strange things when he sees them, and Wang Xian always takes out spirit stones to buy for the little corpse god.

The little corpse god is very happy, bouncing around, no different from an ordinary 12-year-old boy. Many times, Wang Xian simply forgets that the little corpse god is the descendant of the terrifying corpse god, and just treats him as an ordinary farm boy .

Wang Xian saw the innocent and simple smile on the face of the little corpse god, and remembered that he was a farm boy when he was 12 years old, and he had never seen the prosperity of a big city, and wandered among the mountain villages every day.

"Well, it smells so good!" The little corpse god smelled the fragrance of spirit tea, and his figure flickered, and he flew into a teahouse.

With a movement, Wang Xian appeared beside the little corpse god, pulled him to sit in front of an elegant tea table, took out the spirit stone to the waiter in the shop, and said gently: "Give me two pots of good spirit tea!"

The waiter in the shop took the spirit stone and served two pots of fragrant spirit tea.

The little corpse god grabbed the teapot, raised his head and drank the spirit tea with a gulp.

"Spiritual tea is not just for drinking, it's for tasting. What a rude boy." The tasteful monks in the teahouse whispered when they saw the little corpse drinking tea rudely.

Wang Xian smiled faintly, and asked Xiaoer to serve several pots of spiritual tea, and slowly tasted the spiritual tea by himself. He is an old monster who has practiced for thousands of years, and he didn't want to be underestimated by those monks.

The little corpse god had no scruples, drank several pots of spiritual tea, patted his swollen belly, and said with a smile: "This tea is really delicious, even better than the spiritual wine brewed by King Chujiang."

"Well, godfather will buy you more spiritual tea, and later I will buy you a storage bag to put the spiritual tea in." Wang Xian asked the waiter in the shop to bring more spiritual tea.

"Godfather, wait here a moment, I'll go buy a storage bag myself." The little corpse god chuckled.

Wang Xian thought that he could not always be by the little corpse god's side, but when he was training him to be self-reliant, he took some spirit stones and baby stones from the Qiankun bag to the little corpse god.

With a big hand, the little corpse god rolled up the spirit stone and baby stone in his sleeves, turned into a gust of wind and swept towards a storage bag shop in the distance.

Wang Xianduan was sitting in front of the tea table, sipping spiritual tea. He had nothing to do in his spare time. He began to explore the magic formula of the Xuanhuang Gaitian Mahamudra. After learning this mudra in the future, he would not need to monotonously use the Xutian Cauldron to fight against the enemy. .

Xuanhuang Gaitian Mahamudra is not very difficult to learn, as long as you master the use of Xuanhuang two qi, you can strike the Mahamudra according to the formula.

Wang Xian cultivated according to the method of transforming the baby qi and the two qi of black and yellow as described in the formula, and after half an hour, the two qi of black and yellow overflowed from his palm, and he felt happy: "I never thought that the two qi of black and yellow could be successfully cultivated so easily. "

He got rid of distracting thoughts, sat in front of the tea table, and began to practice. He passed the black and yellow air through the meridians, left the air seeds in the Danhai, and operated them one by one according to the formula. A faint small handprint appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Xuanhuang Gaitian big handprint!" Wang Xian knew that as long as he typed it out, it would be a big Xuanhuang Gaitian big handprint like an earth-shattering big handprint.

Wang Xian was about to take out the Great Desolate Sword Art that Xu Jiangang had given him, when the early warning and prohibition he placed on the little corpse god issued a warning signal, and he said to himself: "Not good! Something happened to the little corpse god!"

Wang Xian shot out his divine consciousness, and soon found the little corpse god a thousand meters away. The little corpse god was flying towards the teahouse with an ancient sword, and the three women were chasing after him.

Wang Xian took a closer look with his spiritual sense and found that a woman was Baochai, the holy girl of the Baotian sect, and behind her were two female disciples of the Baotian sect. After being hit by Baochai's ancient sword, he snatched it for fun, but was hunted down by Baochai.

Baochai saw that the thief's movements were mysterious, so she hurriedly used Baotian Void Step, her figure was not real, and in a moment she appeared in front of the little corpse god, blocking his way.

"Little thief, if you dare to snatch the saint's ancient sword, go to hell." Baochai said angrily, and waved her palm to slap the little corpse god with Baotian's big handprint.

Wang Xian knew that the Little Corpse God's cultivation was not enough to fight against the Baotian Mahamudra, so he slapped out with one palm, and the two airs of Xuanhuang and Huang formed the Xuanhuang Gaitian Mahamudra and blasted towards Baotian Mahamudra.

With a bang, two huge handprints collided in the void and shattered one after another.

The little corpse god chuckled, rushed towards the teahouse quickly, and shouted: "Godfather, I fell in love with an ancient sword, but she didn't sell it, so I snatched it."

Wang Xian was speechless, grabbed the little corpse god, put him behind him, and sacrificed the Xutian cauldron, and immediately, the Xutian cauldron poured out Taoism to protect the little corpse god.

"Little Corpse God is the future Megatron Corpse God in the comprehension world, so we should protect this future humanoid weapon carefully." Wang Xian thought in his heart, snatching the ancient sword from the little Corpse God's hand and throwing it at Bao Bao who was furious. Chai said: "Saint Baochai, my godson is not sensible and took your ancient sword. This is your ancient sword. I return the original jade to Zhao."

"Hmph! You have taken the saint's ancient sword, and it's fine if you return it?" A female disciple behind Baochai covered her face with frost and glared at Wang Xian, "You have to hand over that little thief and cut off his hands." Arm, otherwise the two of you will stay here and don't even think about going out."

What Wang Xian hates the most is other people's threats, his eyes are full of coldness, he sneered and said: "The disciples of Baotian Sect are really arrogant, my godson is just young and ignorant, if you take your ancient sword, you will kill him Breaking his arms is so cruel and inhuman."

"Hmph! In the world of cultivation, the weak prey on the strong, and strength is the most respected. Our Baotian faction has strength, so of course we have the right to be arrogant. You are just humble ants, and you can only be slaughtered by us." Another female disciple shouted sternly.

Baochai glanced at Wang Xian, feeling that this person looked familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while, so she frowned.

With two sounds of swish, while Baochai was thinking, the two female disciples sacrificed two nine-rank heavenly swords, one sword went straight to Wang Xian, and the other to the little corpse god.

"I'll discipline you one or two on behalf of your adults." Wang Xian made the black and yellow Gaitian big handprint casually, grabbed the two flying swords, and smashed the two nine-level flying swords.

"Bold!" Seeing that the swords of the two female disciples were destroyed, Baochai became angry for a moment, and waved out Baotian's big handprint.

Wang Xian smiled coldly, and hit the big handprint of Xuanhuang Gaitian to meet the big handprint of Baotian. With a flash of his figure, he kicked a female disciple away with one kick, and kicked another female disciple away with another kick.

The two female disciples were like kites with broken strings and smashed towards the two roofs, causing the roofs to collapse.

Baochai made a move with hatred, performed a void step, and moved to Wang Xian's back. The Baotian Mahamudra turned into angry flames and blasted towards Wang Xian's back.

Wang Xian's figure flickered and disappeared in place, leaving only a faint shadow behind.

With a bang palm, Baochai only felt a terrifying force appearing above his head, and directly used Void Step to sweep towards the void outside the teahouse.

Wang Xian's teleportation speed was much faster than Void Step, and he appeared one step earlier, and stamped his palm on Baochai who couldn't dodge in time.

Ah!

When Baochai made an inadvertent move, his chest was concentrated by the big handprint of Xuanhuang Gaitian, and the clothes on his chest were smashed to pieces, revealing his pure white skin. What is hateful is that the piece of white skin has been hit by the big handprint of Xuanhuang Gaitian and turned gray and black .

Baochai stomped her feet angrily, a flash of light flashed in her mind, and she exclaimed: "I remembered, you are the Wang Xian who tormented heaven and earth, people are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, you are so bold, dare to come to Baotian The weaving city where the headquarters is located. Hmph, I have sent several elders here to make it difficult for you to fly."

Baochai quickly took out a Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Talisman from the storage bag, and transmitted the sound to the elders of the sect.

It was too late for Wang Xian to stop Baochai, his body was full of murderous intentions, and he frequently slapped Baochai with big black and yellow handprints.

Baochai didn't have time to fight back at all, so he ran around using void steps to dodge.

"Saint, don't panic, the old man is here!" A loud voice sounded from a thousand meters away, and an old man with gray hair came through the air.

The gray-haired old man slapped the earth-shattering palm, and the huge Baotian Mahamudra whizzed towards Wang Xian.

Wang Xian counterattacked with a palm of the black and yellow Gaitian big handprint, and the two big handprints smashed together and shattered one after another.

With a swish, the two ancient black and white swords silently charged at the little corpse god.

"Sword of life and death!"

Wang Xian immediately recognized the horror of the two swords, the sword of life and death, one of which was the sword of endless life, and the other was the sword of endless death and death. The two swords were designed to break through defenses and kill people invisible.

With the intention of killing the little corpse god first, the gray-haired old man first greeted Wang Xian with his big handprint, and silently sacrificed the sword of life and death, trying to break the sky and kill the little corpse god in one fell swoop.

The gray-haired old man's plan was good, but the reality was cruel. The sword of life and death struck the Xutian Ding's dangling Xutian, just like hitting fine iron, unable to break through the defenses laid by Xutian.

"How is it possible that the sword of life and death can't break through the defense of an ancient treasure!" The grey-haired old man's complexion changed slightly, his eyes were full of coldness.

What surprised the gray-haired old man even more happened, the little corpse god's left hand