"Fourth uncle!"

In the middle of the field, a man in Tsing Yi rushed forward, hugged Wang Boyu, who fell to the ground, and shouted angrily!

All the monks looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't understand how this Mu Xuan turned defeat into victory, and his demeanor was calm and easy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just now, the power of the Yuan Magnetism contained in the Mixed Yuan Hammer was activated, and it did disturb the divine consciousness and mana attached to the fire sword. However, the Yuqingmen Imperial Weapon Technique was unpredictable, and the four four and sixteen rune seeds formed a formation in an instant, and after being hit by the Mixed Yuan Hammer, they were just thrown out, and the rune seeds inside were not damaged at all.

Subsequently, the fire sword shot back quickly, directly taking Wang Boyu's neck, and faintly carrying part of the mystery of the fire escape magic power when flying, formless and substantial, smart and fast!

If Wang Boyu had been engrossed, he would have been able to detect the movement of the fire sword and deal with it as soon as possible; But he didn't want him to be arrogant, and he was bent on manipulating the Mixed Yuan Hammer to hammer Li Muxuan to death, so he was easily defeated.

However, Li Muxuan did not kill either. At this time, Wang Boyu only had his neck cut and the fire poison invaded his body, if he was a Qi refining cultivator, he would naturally die or live, but for the foundation building monk, it was only a serious injury.

In the crowd, Wang Wenqi's face was pale, with resentment and horror in his eyes, and he quietly crushed the jade pendant in his hand, sending out a faint fluctuation......

In just a moment, two powerful auras flew quickly, and before anyone arrived, an incomparably powerful divine sense shrouded down, suppressing all the monks in the field, not daring to act rashly.

Two monks stood in mid-air, one with a soap-robed scarf and a beard, and the other with a withered face and body like dead wood.

At this moment, both of them looked down from above, as if casting a shadow in everyone's hearts.

"Fourth grandfather!"

Wang Wenqi, who was huddled in the crowd without saying a word, saw the arrival of the family elders, and immediately shouted that he was about to sue.

When the withered old man saw Wang Boyu, who was seriously injured and dying, he was immediately startled, flew to his side, checked the injury, and was relieved until he found that the injury was not fatal, but then he was angry:

The neck is the place of life and death, and it is very important to connect the head of the six yangs and the blood of the whole body below; Now that half of Wang Boyu's neck has been broken, the wound is scorched black, and the fire poison is rushing to the brain, even if he heals in the future, it is impossible to resume the foundation building and cultivation, and it will even affect his sanity and become a wasted person!

The withered old man used his mana to remove the fire poison for Wang Boyu, but found that this firepower was fickle and self-contained, and it took a lot of divine sense and mana to finally drive it away.

The old man instructed the man in Tsing Yi on the side to take Wang Boyu back, so that the monks in the clan who were good at Qihuang could be healed.

After all these were processed, he turned around and looked at Li Muxuan expressionlessly.

At this time, Wang Wenqi, who was beside the withered old man, finally seized the opportunity and cried fiercely, and under the reversal of black and white, he described Li Muxuan as a fierce and murderous big devil.

The old man just listened expressionlessly at first, but the more Wang Wenqi said, the more outrageous it became, when he heard that this "Mu Xuan Demon Cultivator" used "magic" to confuse everyone's minds, and at the same time sneak attack and assassinate the fourth uncle, the soap-robed monk next to him couldn't help laughing, and kept looking at the old man with his eyes, as if he was watching a joke.

Wang Wenqi didn't know that there had already been a foundation building monk who passed on the scene of Fang Cai to the two Jindan seniors in his divine sense, and he remembered it vividly, and now listening to Wang Wenqi's nonsense, it was also interesting!

"Ahem, Qi'er don't say it! Grandpa got it. This evil cultivator is vicious, hurting people repeatedly, the sin is unforgivable, you step back and see how grandpa avenges you! ”

The withered old man is also a thick-faced and black-hearted person, and his ass is crooked to the edge of the sky, not only to confirm Li Muxuan's identity as an evil cultivator, but also to shoot at the junior regardless of the gap in the realm, he simply has no scruples about the face of the Jindan monk!

The cultivators in the field were silent, although they all felt a little disdainful in their hearts, but they didn't dare to show anything, this is the cultivation world, the strong are respected!

Listening to the words of the withered old man, Li Muxuan knew that this matter could no longer be good.

If the body is unharmed, the spirit, qi, and essence are all at the peak, Li Muxuan is also confident to compete with the old man in the early stage of Jindan, and if he is the worst, he can also retreat calmly.

However, now Li Muxuan's divine consciousness is only eighty percent, and his mana can only be used thirty percent, even if he adds the extraordinary power of the Heavenly Demon Body, it is not enough to compete with the Jindan monk.

As his mind turned, Li Muxuan held the sword in his right hand, and two objects appeared in his left hand behind him: the ghost face escape talisman and the ghost token. If there is any disharmony, you must run away immediately.

Just when the old man was full of power and Li Muxuan was looking for an opportunity to get out, the soap-robed monk laughed and said loudly:

"Nephew Ji Hyun Xian! It's you! When did you change your name to Mu Xuan? Uncle Mu Jinling has always been good? ”

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked: this Mu Hibiscus Ling is a patriarch in the Yuqing Sect, the best at wood, and it is rumored that he has a half-master friendship with Wang Qingxuan, the head of the Wang family, and also has a favor to the He family, another force in Panlongling, so his reputation is very high.

Could this monk who calls himself Mu Xuan a disciple of the Yuqing Sect, and is he also Mu Jinling's personal lineage?

The withered old man showed a look of surprise, and then said to the soap-robed monk, "Senior Brother He, don't talk about it. How come I have never heard that Mu Lao Zu still has such a disciple? ”

The soap-robed monk smiled: "Originally, I didn't realize it until I saw the flying sword of Zhixuanxian's nephew, combined with the wound of Fang Cai's nephew Boyuxian, and I didn't recognize it. ”

"Senior Brother Wang, if you take a closer look at this fire-based flying sword, it seems to be the prototype of a magic weapon, but it is actually the treasure of the Yuqing Sect, which can continue to improve its quality with the monk's conception, except for Mu Lao Zu and Wang Lao Zu, who can do it? Plus this fire-based exercise......"

The withered old man pondered for a long time, remembering the fire poison on Boyu's nephew before, it was so tricky, and Mu Lao Zu was the best at wood exercises, wood could make fire; This Mu Xuan, or Zhi Xuan's monk, was able to defeat Bo Yu at a young age, and he was fearless in the face of the Wang family......

The more the old man thought about it, the more he looked like it, and the more he felt unconfident in his heart. The Yuanying Monk of the Yuqing Sect is not something that the Wang family can provoke now. Coupled with the evidence of the soap-robed monk and the intercession of the voice, he softened his expression and said lightly:

"Even if you are a high disciple of Mu Old Ancestor, you can't hurt people repeatedly in my Panlong Ridge, right?"

Before Li Muxuan could answer, the monk surnamed He continued: "Zhixuanxian's nephew is young after all, and this time he was asked by me to participate in the Shenglong Society, with an arrogant attitude, and deliberately test the strength of your Wang family's grassroots level, which is also human nature!" ”

When the withered old man heard this, he actually grinned and said, "It's still Senior Brother He's ingenious mind that climbed up to the Wood Ancestor. Since this Zhixuan little friend wants to participate in the Shenglong Society, he will give up today, and wait until the birthday of Brother Qingxuan is over, and we will make plans at the Shenglong Society. ”

After that, the withered old man took Wang Wenqi and flew away.

When the two disappeared, the soap-robed monk gave Li Muxuan a look, and also fled, Li Muxuan's sword followed, flying at a slower speed, and disappeared into the sky one after the other.

Li Muxuan, who was flying in the air, overlooked the whole picture of Panlong Ridge and saw:

Among the winding mountains and hills, countless huge vines grow and multiply, which are dotted with pavilions and halls and squares. Some of these strange vines rose dozens of feet high and exceeded the top of the mountain, while some hung down hundreds of feet and poked into the valley bottom. At a glance, it looks like a huge green dragon entrenched in the mountains, with teeth and claws, majestic and magnificent.

Li Muxuan's mind moved, and he felt it spontaneously, and a note appeared:

On Panlong Ridge, there are countless "dragon vines" growing. The dragon vine has a huge body size, rapid growth, and complex root system, and under the interconnection of each other, it has the effect of solidifying the earth's veins and combing the earth's qi, and can also slightly increase the concentration of aura. Every ten years, more than 1,000 Panlong fruits will be produced on the six "mother vines" of Panlong Ridge.

Although the dragon vine has many spiritual effects, it is too laborious to grow at first, and it often takes 100 years to feed back and benefit thousands of years later. After large-scale planting is completed, it will cause the wood system Yuan Force in an area to be too active, which affects the balance of the five elements, so the big sects do not take it. The land of Dongzhou is the largest on the Panlong Ridge, so the monks of the Wang and He families are also mainly practicing wood.

The dragon fruit is very beneficial to the monk's physical body. However, it is difficult to store for a long time, and when taking fresh panlong fruit, it is necessary to get rid of the hidden wood consciousness in this fruit, otherwise it will contaminate the soul and have some troubles; If it is cloudy for more than a month, the consciousness of the wood system will self-extinguish, but the spiritual effect of this fruit will be more than halved, which can be described as a dilemma......

A lot of information comes to mind, in great detail. Li Muxuan couldn't help but smile slightly, with the help of this public opinion, the size of Dongzhou's information is all in his heart, and it is worthy of being the treasure of my Yunshui lineage.

All the way to the center of Panlongling, there were many monks from the Bohe family who wanted to come forward to inquire, but they were all voiced back by the soap-robed people.

Walking here, a group of buildings with ancient shapes is already in sight, and there are no less than 100 places in a row; The power of the forbidden sky was already extremely powerful, and the fire sword of Li Muxuan's imperial envoy was shaky, and the speed was pitiful.

At this time, the soap-robed monk finally stopped flying away and headed towards a small and delicate courtyard. Li Muxuan followed closely and landed not far in front of him, waiting for his explanation: after all, both of them knew that Li Muxuan was not called Zhixuan, and it was impossible for him to be Mu Jinling's disciple.

The soap-robed monk released his divine sense, swept the entire courtyard, made sure that no one was watching here, and opened the formation in the courtyard to isolate his divine consciousness and voice, before he looked at Li Muxuan and said:

"You must not understand, we don't know each other, why should I help you."

Li Muxuan looked at him and didn't answer, ready to leave at any time.

The soap-robed monk took out a token and flickered it in front of Mu Xuan's eyes, it was the ghost token of the ghost face building!

Li Muxuan was unmoved, did not relax his vigilance at all, and just said: "Could it be that the resentful ghost can gain insight into other people's identities?" Even so, you don't have to help me. ”

The soap-robed monk played with the token in his hand, and the light and shadow flowed, and a living evil ghost seemed to appear in his hand, only to see him smile slightly, and said:

"For that alone, I won't help you. But on the ghost listening list, there are still more than 30 spirits to fall on you, how can I not take them? ”