A few people were about to approach when they heard the crowd shouting admiration one after another.

Immediately afterwards, from the center of the crowd, an object that looked like clouds but not clouds, like fog and not fog, some like light yarns woven of silk, floated in mid-air, growing larger and larger, until it could cover the crowd before stopping.

Cheng Weixi felt that this thing was very familiar, but it was the same as the clouds above his head.

Several teenagers in the crowd flew up, sacrificed their weapons, and struck at the light veil one after another, only to see that the light veil was not damaged at all.

Everyone was amazed.

Bai Xinnian said in a low voice: "This is a protective magic weapon refined by Guan He, woven with the golden fire silk spit out by the heavenly insects, which can block the five elements of gold and fire. ”

It's so magical? It's as soft as a veil, it's actually a shield! It's really a model of overcoming rigidity with softness.

The artifact lingered over the crowd for a moment, then shrunk until it shrank to the size of a handkerchief and fell into the hands of a woman.

With a wave of the woman's hand, even the handkerchief disappeared, and I don't know where it was collected.

Some of the onlookers were envious and some were amazed, but the woman was calm and unfazed.

Raising his eyes, he saw a few people in the past few years, and nodded slightly.

Bai Xinian returned the salute quietly, and said in a low voice: "Guan He is the most talented person in refining weapons in our life. ”

Moving on, a vague aroma came, and the smell was refreshing.

A few people followed the aroma into another courtyard, the aroma became stronger and stronger, but it was not smoky, it was a very elegant atmosphere.

There is a bamboo building in the courtyard, with no doors and no windows, and at a glance, you can see more than a dozen young women refining incense inside.

The small and delicate table is decorated with all kinds of raw materials, and the small white porcelain jar has labels on it, including Chuanxiong, peppermint, angelica, bellflower, sandalwood, licorice and other medicinal materials, as well as oyster shells, tortoise shells and other items.

Some women were smelting a piece of tortoise shell with their palm spiritual power.

Some concentrate and breathe, injecting spiritual power into the incense powder, and gradually condensing a piece of incense with mana.

A woman dressed in purple noticed a few people and said with a smile: "In the past, why did you come?

Without waiting for Bai Qiannian to answer, Bai Cisheng seemed to have picked up an ingot, and raised his eyebrows to look at the cold-faced young man: "Oh? It turns out that you also have something you don't like? I thought you didn't have a personal preference!"

Bai Xiannian didn't look at Bai Cisheng: "I just don't like it, I also practice very well!"

The woman in purple sneered, leaned her arms against the window lattice, and shrugged her shoulders slightly, which was a good style: "Really?

Bai Qiannian's face was slightly red, and his face was calm: "Why isn't Yan Er here? Isn't today the day when she teaches you how to make incense?"

The woman in purple stretched out her hand and pointed to a place: "She has been restless these days, and she has been dragged to the coaching ground by light dyeing." ”

Bai Xiannian didn't seem to want to stay here for a long time, so when he got the news, he walked towards the coaching ground with a few people.

Before he got closer, he heard the sound of fighting, and when he walked through the door, he saw Lu Qingran and Yan Er fighting each other.

In the past, when I saw Yan Er, he was gentle and incense-burning, quiet and tranquil, but he didn't know that the fight was fierce and abnormal.

I saw a wooden stick the thickness of a baseball bat in her hand, which was sassy and fast, and hit the door of the light dye, with a fierce look in her eyes, as if Lu Qingran was her enemy.

Lu Qingran also had a wooden stick at his feet, thinking that it was shot down by Yan Er, he retreated, but the stick was like a spirit snake, chasing after him.

Lu Qingran turned sideways, grabbed the stick with one hand, and attacked Yan Er's abdomen with the other.

Yan Er's body was very flexible, and with a slight twist of his waist, he dodged the punch, and then turned around, and his elbow attacked Lu Qingran's jaw.

After just a few glances, Cheng Weixi saw that this was a duel between masters, with neat skills, and the offense and defense were not muddy, but the two seemed to be evenly matched, and it should be difficult to distinguish in a short period of time, so he couldn't help asking: "Who do you guess will win?"

Bai Cisheng and Bai Xiannian said in unison: "Of course it's Yan Er!"

Cheng Weixi raised his eyebrows.

Bai Cisheng explained: "Light dyeing has never won against Yan Er!"

Jiang Huaiyin looked at it for a long time, and also saw that he said: "These two people are similar in strength, but Yan Er's anger is even better, and he should lose if he loses." ”

Cheng Weixi understands this truth too well, fighting! What you want is the strength not to be afraid of death, if you have any scruples, you will lose a few points in momentum, and you will also have fear later, and it will be even more difficult to show your fists and feet.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, Lu Qingran was punched in the abdomen and flew far back, with blood looming at the corner of his mouth.

It can be seen how strong this punch is.

But Yan Er did not stop attacking, and still clenched his fists and flew towards Lu Qingran.

Bai Xinian exclaimed: "Yan Er actually used the spiritual power around his body into his fist!"

Although Cheng Weixi couldn't see the so-called spiritual power, he could also see the momentum of the fist, as if it had a black oppressive airflow, as if it weighed a thousand catties.

Bai Cisheng also shouted: "It's just a competition, how can you use all your strength?"

Lu Qingran, who fell to the ground, noticed Yan Er's strange appearance, and didn't care about wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, and hurriedly shouted: "Yan Er." ”

Yan Er didn't hear it, and the raging anger in his eyes could almost burn everything into nothingness. Everything around her was irrelevant, she just stared at Lu Qingran, and knocked out the fist with sufficient spiritual power in her hand.

Lu Qingran hurriedly took out a bell from his arms, the bell had a handle, and the upper end of the handle was in the shape of a "mountain".

With a shake of the hand, the coaching ground is as quiet as a forest in the early morning, and only the crisp sound of copper bells between heaven and earth calms down the impetuous and violent airflow.

The anger between Yan Er's eyebrows passed away, and his gentle expression recovered, but the fist in his hand was no more than an arm's distance from Lu Qingran, and because he was infused with all his spiritual power, he couldn't take it back.

Yan Er gritted his teeth and changed the angle of his attack, and the fist slashed past Lu Qingran's ear and struck diagonally behind him.

It was just in the direction of Cheng Weixi and a few people.

They weren't far away, and Cheng Weixi vaguely felt a powerful and rapid air current like an explosion surging towards him.

Bai Qiannian and Jiang Huaiyin pushed her and Bai Cisheng back five or six steps, dodging in front of them, but they were all swept away by the airflow.

Cheng Weixi took advantage of Jiang Huaiyin's push and retreated a few steps back, but it was too slow, and the irritable air flow was like a steel knife, approaching his eyes......

There was a commotion in the center of his eyebrows, and Cheng Weixi only felt that his eyes were dark.

When he fell into chaos, a thought came to him: Is this Cheng Qingqian about to appear?

Cheng Qingqian's eyes gradually cleared, and between the calcium carbide firelight, he had already lightly jumped up and flew into the air, lightly avoiding the terrifying air current.

Slowly landed, a pair of calm eyes looked at Yan Er and Lu Qingran.

Lu Qingran was shocked. At this moment, I couldn't help but rejoice that Cheng Qingqian was staying in Cheng Weixi's body.

Fang Cai Yan Er gathered the spiritual power of his body to strike that punch, Bai Qiannian and Jiang Huaiyin were still knocked away, not to mention Cheng Weixi, a mortal fetus in the flesh?

He hurriedly jumped up, ignoring the dust on his body, ran in front of Cheng Qingqian in a few steps, and looked up and down until he was sure that she was not injured at all, and then he was completely relieved.

Immediately, he grabbed the life gate on her wrist, there was a bit of threat in his eyes, and his voice whispered in her ear: "Don't reveal your identity." ”

The body seemed to block Cheng Qingqian, and then he turned around to look at Bai Xiannian.

Bai was fine in the past, but when he was lifted away, he invoked his spiritual power to block it, only fell, patted the dust on his body and jumped up.

However, Bai Cisheng and Jiang Huaiyin, two people in the Dan period, should have suffered some internal injuries.

Off topic:

Cheng Qingqian: I'm the heroine, the number of appearances is too small, right?

Author: Urgent, who made you a bad person, you will be scolded if you appear too much, I am protecting you!

Cheng Qingqian raised his right hand: Have you forgotten that I can spread plagues and viruses?

Author: Okay, okay, I'll add drama to you right away.