The broad and straight Feng Xiao sword rose up through the spring breeze and stabbed on the big handprint of Zhijing's Dharma body.

The Dharma statue is like a mountain, and the handprint is like a mountain, which seems to have covered the mountain peak, and Lin Ji's sword, in comparison, looks like an inconspicuous wooden thorn.

The thin wooden thorns supported the palm that fell from the sky.

The wooden thorns even pierced the palm.

No matter how strong and sturdy the palm is, once the fine wood thorns enter the flesh, it will inevitably be very painful.

The iron sword pierced into the handprint of the Dharma body.

Zhijing's face was slightly pale, and blood gradually flowed out from his palms.

Of course, for Zhijing, this is certainly not an injury, but his expression was sudden, his thin chest suddenly rose high, I don't know how much spring breeze he inhaled, and between his breaths, a series of extremely complex and incomprehensible syllables erupted from his lips at high speed with the air, and the whistling sound was very terrifying.

In this way, Zhijing finished reciting that passage in a very short time, and the text was really difficult to understand, not like an ordinary Buddhist scripture, but more like some kind of mantra.

"Spell ......" After hearing some of the notes from Shenghui's mantra, the Buddhist monk finally determined the name of the spell, and exclaimed loudly in surprise.

The world suddenly had a sense, the wind howled in the sinkhole, the rocks rolled uneasily, and the ground within two hundred miles trembled slightly.

Countless stones were attracted by Zhijing's spell and flew into the sky, hovering above his head, gradually converging more and more.

Gradually, it converged into a huge demon-slaying pestle.

The wind was fierce, and the demon-slaying pestle scattered with Buddha's light flew down and smashed into the top of Lin Ji's head.

This demon-slaying pestle didn't have a specific shape, but the Buddha's bright realm was dozens of zhang wide, so he couldn't avoid it.

Lin Ji let out a clear roar, his already tattered robe fluttered, the iron sword floated in the air in front of him, he no longer held the sword with his left hand, but stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt!

Boom!

The sword of Feng Xiao and the demon pestle made of chaotic stones met in the sky above the mountain peak.

The light of the Buddha shook, the vajra shattered, and it turned into countless golden flowers, falling down to the sinkhole, as if it was more beautiful than the sand gold flowing out of the abandoned gold field.

Zhijing was swallowed by the curse, and his face darkened suddenly, and his face gradually withered.

Lin Ji slashed the pestle of the Buddha Gate with the Feng Xiao sword, and naturally it was impossible to be better, like a flying stone, he was shocked by hundreds of zhang, the weeds under his feet were shattered, the golden flowers were flattened, and blood oozed from the corners of his lips.

The sweeping momentum finally stopped, and he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to heal, ignoring the blood that kept flowing from the corners of his lips and nothing else.

Obviously, Zhijing's injuries were much lighter.

The people on Youxian Mountain are really monsters. This statement has been confirmed time and time again today.

It's just that this monster has fallen, Zhijing is a little relieved, of course he won't leave Lin Ji too much time.

The monk's robe danced wildly, because of the sudden illness of the spring breeze, he just took a deep breath, and the countless essences between heaven and earth all entered between his lips and began to wash the Buddha's heart non-stop.

In this way, heaven and earth naturally sensed it, and there were filamentous clouds floating on the moonlight, and those clouds were pulled more slender, as if they were pulling sugar threads.

The weeds around them suddenly bent down and fell to the ground, as if worshipping, revealing those dusty gems, which were constantly rolling in the wind.

Zhijing was silent and slowly opened his lips. Only a wisp of fresh breeze slowly swam out from between the lips, and this breeze was accompanied by golden light, so gentle, those compassions, and there was a faint sandalwood in the middle.

The Dharma is silent, but it's not really silent.

Listen to the thunder in the silent place, there is a thunderous Buddha roar, it is contained in the sandalwood slowly sent out by the breeze, just like the rainstorm is always accumulated in the thick clouds like cotton, this is the most real realm of the first person in Buddhism.

Then he just blew lightly at Lin Ji, who was sitting in the distance.

The spring breeze rises suddenly, cold as winter, sharp as a knife, and sharp as a knife. The whole world has become a knife, and they have only one goal, which is Lin Ji, so he has no way to avoid it.

It is still the gentle breeze, from the beautiful spring, but it is not completely slaughtered, condensed, it blows gently from behind Lin Ji, and it still has a bit of warmth. Lin Ji groaned comfortably, and then his face turned slightly red.

The warm spring breeze collided with the cold spring breeze, of course, without any sparks or earth-shattering loud noises, and then the two winds dissipated as if they had never existed.

"Master, I really tried my best, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sit and wait for death. Lin Ji suddenly opened his mouth and said a little playfully.

"You kid......" An old voice came from behind Lin Ji. Full of love.

Zhijing and Faxin's faces changed drastically, they glanced at each other, and cold sweat instantly spread all over their backs. Wet the entire robe.

The old man didn't know where he appeared from, and he didn't know how long he stayed, in short, he walked out not far behind Lin Ji, and then walked to Lin Ji's side step by step. After confirming that Lin Ji did not die because of talking to him, he slowly stood up, like an old man.

"Old ...... Old gentleman?" Zhijing's lips trembled, and he asked tentatively, but he always felt that the old gentleman of the Hidden Dragon Court in his mind seemed to be a little inconsistent with the appearance and appearance of the person in front of him.

"Oh, we haven't met yet, so I don't blame you for not knowing me. The old man said with a smile.

"However, it doesn't seem good to put such a heavy hand on a child, and it shouldn't be done by Buddhism. The old man's smile disappeared instantly, but his tone was not so cold, as if an elder was teaching his junior.

"But......" Zhijing wanted to say something, but he suddenly found that although his mouth was open, he couldn't make any sound, and his body suddenly trembled unconsciously.

"Oh, you can't be so stingy. The old man shook his head, lifted up some of his tattered robes, rummaged through them, and after a long time finally his brow furrowed.

"Then I think this is a reward for you. Suddenly, the old man took out a fruit from his sleeve that shone with a milky white light.

"Qi Xianguo?" someone in the audience shouted, this kind of treasure that has only been seen in books, but has never been seen in real time, appeared in the eyes of everyone, it was inevitable that there was a boil, even Zhijing and Zhijie jumped out of the corner of their eyes.

"Old gentleman...... This...... I'm afraid ......" Zhijing's unspoken words suddenly stopped sounding, and then a second "Qi Immortal Fruit" appeared in front of their eyes.

Immediately after the third.

The fourth.

Fifth.

…………

The tenth.

"Sir, that's enough, that's enough....... It's just that in this short moment, Diameter's face is already pale.

Such a precious Qi Immortal Fruit that had improved his cultivation was thrown out by the old man at random like an apple at this time, which really made Zhijing tremble when he saw it.

"Oh. Wouldn't it be nice to do this sooner? The old man's face was full of smiles again, he clapped his palms, and finally looked at Zhijing, who was slightly hunched over.

"I don't know if I should say it or not. The old man wanted to turn around, but suddenly he remembered something, and then turned back and glanced at Zhijing.

"Speak, please. "So far, I have always treated the old man as a junior, but the old man is much higher than his generation.

"My memory is really not very good lately, I have forgotten about this mountain, and there are still things like lotus flowers. But I'm not sure if it really needs to grow any longer, so don't force me to raze the mountain to the ground. When the old man said this, he was very casual, as if he was saying that he was going to drink porridge tonight, but at this time, the more casual the words reached Zhijing's ears, the more shocking it became, and Zhijing was already sweating profusely at this time, and he didn't even dare to straighten his waist again.

"Finally, I wish you a higher level of cultivation. The old man turned around and shook his hand behind him, then took Lin Ji in his arms and disappeared on the lotus mountain.

"You kid has shed so much blood and is still so heavy, but it has crushed my old bones. ”

"Why, but Master, what's the name of that fruit?"

"If you don't read well when you are in Yingtian Academy, it's called Qixian Fruit. ”

"What's the effect of eating?"

"You can improve your cultivation. ”

"But isn't that the strange apple we used to eat in the mountains?"

"That's right. ”

"Oh......"

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