Under the light moon, a hazy pale yellow came into view, and it was a big bird, with wings flying for more than three feet, and a huge wind was caught between the waves. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info its back is open, set up a room for people to rest, surrounded by light yarn, vaguely, you can see two figures in the yarn, even if the outdoor wind is made, the light yarn is still slightly fluttering.

This is the Bird Room, a flying thing made by the Wanshi Society, and most of them are used by some female cultivators. The bird is a nomadic bird, it is not aggressive, its flight ability is relatively strong, and its speed is comparable to that of a Jindan monk.

As soon as the aviary room appeared in the line of sight, Zheng Wan noticed that the expressions of the two mid-stage Jindan monks who were against the water had changed slightly, and the eyes of the distant birdroom had also become a little respectful.

Between the yellow gauze in the chariot room, a feather fan suddenly poked out, the tip of the fan was jet black, the handle of the fan was snow-white, and the middle was a two-color gradient, and the hand holding the fan was slender and powerful.

The black and white feather fan must be a free birth Kong Danjun.

Kong Danjun is free, so new and tired of the old, but a black and white feather fan in his hand does not change. In Bao Yuting's message to Zheng Guan, he only briefly mentioned some famous figures in the immortal cultivation world today, but what is the specific personality and how to cultivate is not much. Thinking about it, no matter what kind of monk he cultivates, if he is thoroughly studied by others, then he will be eaten to death, so there are not many people or gangs in the immortal cultivation world who specialize in collecting information about monks, and they cannot exist. Even if it exists, it is hidden deeply.

The bird is on the edge of a mountain swamp, its neck slender and high, but its back is still steady and straight to the ground.

The yellow veil was lifted by a black and white feather fan, revealing a faceless white mask.

The two mid-stage Jindan monks who were against the water were slightly startled and looked nervous, but when they heard the masked man cough lightly, they relaxed slightly.

Hearing this, it was quite dull, probably because of the mask. He was dressed in a wide orange robe with a beautiful ink-colored landscape painted on it, the neckline of the orange robe was wide open, revealing the entire white neck to the collarbone, and his hair was all disturbed and tied into a ponytail and hung down to the waist, and there was a blue lily in the bundle.

Kong Danjun can stand firmly, and the room stretched out a hand on his back and gently pushed, stunned to push the slender man out of the back of the bird, Kong Danjun made a circle in the air, stood firmly on the ground, and muttered "It's dangerous, it's dangerous......

Zhuo Zhuo, the man who came out of the bird room, stood on top of the bird, his eyes drooped slightly, and he smiled like a demon, and said to Kong Danjun: "This thing is really uncomfortable, Brother Kong still praises it." ”

Zheng Guan's pupils shrank, this person was dressed in a red robe, his eyebrows and eyes were slender, the inside was running brightly, his smiling posture was coquettish, and his body revealed a demonic temperament, who is it not Duan Gan Shenfeng?

didn't expect to see it at this moment, Zheng Wan was caught off guard, subconsciously retreated behind Qingrong, and as soon as he moved, he thought that the existing Cangsheng statue was there, and the other party should not be able to see her true appearance, so he stood safely in place.

The monk of the Jindan period who was originally standing in the air immediately swept to his side when Kong Danjun fell, and when he heard Duan Gan Shenfeng's words, his eyes immediately turned into anger, and he glared at Duan Gan Shenfeng, but he stopped his restless emotions for Kong Danjun with a "little five, little six".

"Reverse Water Orange will cultivate Kong Danjun to the late Yuan Infant stage, and that red-clothed monk, it is estimated that he has also used any methods, I can't feel his specific cultivation." As soon as the voice of Qingrong flashed in his mind, he took a breath, and heard the huge sound of "roaring ......" coming from the ground, causing the mountain to shake, and its sound was vicissitudes and distance, as if it came from ancient times, through time and space, with exhaustion.

Hearing this, Zheng Wan suddenly felt that his heart was shaking, and the soul in the pot was tingling, and the originally intact water body wanted to tear apart, although he tried his best to control it, it was also in danger. Although the coolness of the acacia bracelet seeps into the pot, its effect is a drop in the bucket.

Seeing Gao Yue, his face was pale, he was originally injured, he opened his mouth and spewed a breath of blood, and then his body was sluggish, so he wanted to fall from the air, but fortunately, Qingrong quickly intercepted him.

The sound of "roar" lasted no more than five breaths, but most of the monks on the outside of the mountain swamp had begun to retreat, and the owner of this sound was definitely not to be taken lightly.

The monks closest to the mountain swamp looked at the ground with solemn faces, and the source of the sound just now was below.

The black shadow swept in the air, and I saw the black-robed man who was originally standing on Yu Furong's left side quickly swept to the ground, and disappeared in an instant.

Qingrong's face froze, and he threw Gao Yue towards Zheng Guan's place.

Zheng Guan subconsciously took over, and only heard Qingrong in his mind: "Girl, protect yourself." And his figure had already gone underground.

Almost at the same time, Yu Furong, Guo Mingwei and the Yuanying Dzogchen monks, Kong Danjun, and Duan Gan Shenfeng who were with him fled away together, leaving only Lin Kite, the mid-stage monks of the Reverse Water Jindan named Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu, and Zheng Guan and Gao Yue, who were in a coma.

The next moment, some of the monks who were originally on the periphery also fled, and some still stopped to watch.

Zheng Wan knew that the danger underground was definitely not small, and she would not be able to go down, and it would not be easy for her to escape into the swamp. She slowly descended to the ground, picked a hard stone in a safe place, placed Gao Yue on it, and laid a ban on its four sides, this place is not safe, since she took over Gao Yue, she must do her best to ensure his safety.

On the four sides are several thousand-year-old purple willows, which emit a faint purple glow. It stands to reason that the purple of the purple willow gradually appears with age, but it does not produce purple luster. I looked closely at the nearby purple willow, but I didn't see anything unusual. Peeling off the bark of the tree, revealing the body of the tree, there is also a faint purple glow, which seems to have penetrated into every detail of the purple willow.

From time to time, I heard a sound of "coaxing", and I saw that not far away the purple willow was uprooted by a monk, "This thing is still good for the eyes, I don't know how many spirit stones it can be worth?" ”

Zheng Guan frowned, and looked at the monk not far away, who seemed to be in his forties and looked like he was five mountains thick, just as the monk's eyes swept in all directions, and he touched Zheng Guan's gaze, with a slight uncertainty on his face.

The monk approached slightly, pointed to the purple willow on Zheng Guan's side and said, "Little girl, I want this purple willow beside you, get out of the way!" ”

Perhaps because he was worried that Qingrong was by his side before, the monk didn't dare to carry it directly with Zheng Guan, but he had the ability to find fault when he saw the opportunity.

Zheng Wan didn't think about the conflict, after all, the other party's cultivation was stronger than her, it should be a Jindan monk, and there were several foundation building monks behind him who seemed to be his companions, and he had to consider Gao Yue alone, and there was no chance of winning.

She stepped back slightly, only to see the monk smile coldly, and a long whip in his hand was sacrificed, wrapped around the trunk of the purple willow tree like a snake, and shouted softly from his mouth, "Get up!" ”

The purple willow that grew in the swamp flew into the air in an instant, because the monk used too much force, the purple willow rose too fast, bringing wet mud to splash around, and some of them flew towards Zheng Guan.

Zheng Guan always paid attention to the movements of the monks, pinched the wind blade technique early, and a strong wind rolled up in the void, leaving a clean place for himself, but this compartment was both a good one, and that one was up, and the long whip that the middle-aged monk used to wrap around the purple willow did not know when to take it off, and the purple willow was coming towards Zheng Guan impartially.

"Your hand is slipping, be careful, fellow Daoist ......" was accompanied by the monk's extremely mocking lukewarm voice.

Under a few flips and teasing, Zheng Guan was inevitably angry, his left hand was a little bit of emptiness, and the void was forbidden, which could intercept the purple willow tree, and the purple willow was stuck in the air for a breath, and the flames rose in an instant, and the purple willow was burned into ashes in a moment.

Instantly, a very faint fragrance floated on the tip of his nose, Zheng Guan was cautious in his heart, immediately closed his breath, and after careful detection, he found that this strange fragrance came from the burning purple willow.

"This fellow Daoist, if you burn this tree of mine, you can't help but make a big fuss, right?" The monk's voice of reproach was raised.

It seems that he wants to provoke trouble, Zheng Guan secretly has a plan, if he can bear it, he will endure it, and if he can't bear it, he will not bear it.

"This fellow Daoist, you are blind in front of everyone, who didn't see that you provoked first?" Zheng Guan was about to have a seizure, when he heard someone say this, and when he heard it, it was Lin Kite, a disciple of the master of the Yuan Sect of the Golden Dao Sect. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )