There's no need to rush it.

Zhao Jing shook his head, where is the monk in the early stage of foundation building worthy of worrying about himself, just find an opportunity to make the other party roll out of the Dongyue Sect like a lost dog.

He put his gaze back on Yang Mu, his face calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Practice for the teacher and see. ”

The young man's fists rose like a violent wind, and he was vigorous, and he concealed his absent-minded subtle look very well.

It wasn't until night fell that doubts finally welled up in his eyes.

According to the practice of the past, Zhao Jing should have left a long time ago, but it was so late today, but the other party was still sitting on the bench as steady as a rock, without the slightest intention of getting up.

Yang Mu's eyes rolled slightly, and he said pitifully: "Master, I'm hungry." ”

Zhao Jing looked up interestingly, was silent for a moment, and tapped his chin: "That's it for today." ”

With that, he slowly stood up and paced out of the courtyard as usual.

Until the other party's back disappeared from view, Yang Mu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, pretended to rest and sat on the stool for a while, until he concluded that there was no one around, and a chill finally rose in his eyes.

Old fox!

Although the other party didn't show anything, he was keenly aware that something was wrong.

The sense of crisis in my heart became more and more intense, and it was an instinctive reaction engraved in my bones.

"It's too risky. ”

Yang Mu muttered to himself, a slight hesitation on his face.

In normal times, he would have decisively given up on tonight's action, and he would never hesitate.

But......

If you miss this opportunity, when will you be able to meet someone like Elder Qingshan Lin who is willing to "meddle in things"?

Since he has endured it for seven years, he is not afraid to endure it for another seven years, but when will it be a head if it goes on like this, it is that he really wants to practice worldly martial arts in the Immortal Sect for a lifetime!

"Maybe it's just a delusion. ”

Comforting himself with words that he didn't even believe, Yang Mu clenched his teeth and mustered up the courage to look out the door.

If you are careful, you may not be caught.

......

There are two quarters of an hour left until the ugly hour.

There is an extra vigorous figure in the night, Yang Mu has not learned the light body technique, but after years of boiling his body, he can also make him walk like flying, not much worse than those people in the rivers and lakes.

"Faster!"

With the route that those mountain patrol disciples had to take on weekdays in his mind, he plunged into the forest and ran wildly around the path towards the cliff.

Unfortunately, if he was willing to look up, he would find a middle-aged man standing with his hands in the treetops above his head silently watching him, and a smile gradually appeared on his square face.

Good apprentice, where do you want to go?

In the eyes of the disciples of Huayang Peak, Deacon Zhao Jing treats people generously, and is full of the atmosphere of Zhongzheng and peaceful.

At this moment, his face was full of emotion, his eyes were slightly emotional, and the ridicule at the corners of his mouth became more and more intense.

I'm so good to you, but you want to escape, it's really chilling for the teacher.

Zhao Jing didn't go down and immediately stopped Yang Mu.

He wanted to see what a wonderful expression of despair he would see if he appeared when the other party let down all his vigilance and was most excited in his heart.

It's as if he held back his trembling many years ago, and revealed all the love buried in his heart in one breath, but when he looked up, he found that the woman was snuggled in the arms of Yang Mu's uncle, and the two looked at themselves with doubts on their faces, as if they were looking at the stupidest thing in the world.

"Big brother, you can rest assured that your nephew will be handed over to your brother to take care of, how dare I disappoint you. ”

Zhao Jing chuckled, jumped off the treetops, and walked in the direction of Yang Mu's wild run.

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from behind him.

"Come and talk?"

"......" He stood expressionlessly, slowly turned around to look, and saw that under the big tree he had just stepped on, a Taoist in a green robe was leaning against the trunk of the tree, looking over with his head tilted, with a faint smile on his face.

In just an instant, Zhao Jing released all his spiritual sense.

Just fell into reminiscence, but he didn't find that there was someone else beside him, and after a little investigation, he found that there was only one other party in the forest, so he was relieved.

The appearance of the person who came was unfamiliar, and he cultivated in the early stage of foundation building, but he could quietly appear in Huayang Peak.

At least it proves that the other party knows Huayang Peak very well.

In that case, you should know who you are.

So, why did you dare to appear in front of Zhao alone?

Zhao Jing and the Taoist looked at each other quietly, neither of them made any moves, but a killing intent suddenly appeared in the air.

Lin Ze's feeling now is very wonderful, aside from the unreachable Jindan Sword Immortal and Demon King, the other party should be the strongest person he has ever seen, only to see that his breath is long, his whole body is full of aura, and there is a subtlety in the static standing, as if he is in harmony with heaven and earth.

Is this the foundation building the Great Perfection realm?

In a profound mountain gate, it can be regarded as a top existence, looking at the tens of thousands of monks in the entire outer gate, it is only the thirty or so Jindan elders who dare to say that they are better than him.

On the other hand, Zhao Jing's heart may not be as calm as it seems.

But it was not Lin Ze who was afraid.

In the early stage of foundation building, the cultivation could not go through ten moves in his hands, and what Zhao Jing was really worried about was whether there was any other existence behind the Taoist, so even if the spiritual consumption was extremely high, he did not dare to take back the spiritual sense.

After a long time, after confirming that no third person had appeared, he finally raised his palm.

I don't have the interest in chatting with the other party, if you have any questions, you can wait for the Taoist to fall down and then ask slowly, don't worry.

A few traces of breeze swirled between his fingers, the wide robe fluttered leisurely, and the palm of his hand gently pressed towards the void, and the movement was gentle as sitting on a wooden boat and brushing the water with his hand, so the waves gradually rose.

Circles of invisible ripples spread out.

obviously looked very slow, but in the blink of an eye, it floated far away, and the killing machine was invisibly revealed.

Lin Ze watched it float to a distance of one zhang in front of him, and suddenly pulled out a white mang from his sleeve and smashed it fiercely.

Rude is like a traveler holding a boat to swim in the river, and someone next to him raises a wide oar to turn the calm and waveless long river upside down, and the waves splash everywhere, and suddenly lose interest.

As the white mangs appeared, a chill descended.

Freeze the ripples, then smash them!

"Sword Qi?"

A hint of surprise finally rose in Zhao Jing's eyes.

The Dongyue Sect is a sword sect, and although various factions are blooming now, the disciples are still used to hanging a Dao sword around their waists.

But there are very few people who can really comprehend the sword intent, let alone the more powerful sword qi.

How could such a person not have seen it himself?

The breeze and dust trick of that trick was easily broken, but Zhao Jing was not very surprised, this style had just been practiced to the realm of Xiaocheng, and it was more than enough to deal with ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building, but it was not very good in the face of sword qi.

Even if you have the blessing of the realm, you need to show some real skills to deal with it.

When his mood was stable, Zhao Jing was much more relaxed.

It turns out that this is the opponent's hole card.

If this is a mid-term deacon who is here today, he may have died here.

It's a pity, it's still too tender.

"Since it's a sword cultivator, then I'll give you a chance to draw your sword. ”

He smiled indifferently, the breeze in his palm dispersed, and a cluster of dark blue flames instantly rose.

Looking at its breath, it turned out to be another medium-grade exercise, which was the essence of the oldest deacon in Huayang Peak.

Heartburner.

Zhao Jing had already cultivated it to the realm of the First Dacheng, and it was also one of his best immortal arts.

Rise without wind and burn all the demons in the world.