Ziqian and Bilan each controlled their own magic weapons (magic weapons), flew high in the air, and watched the scenery that flashed quickly on the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, the two did not fly side by side, and maintained some distance between them.

Bilan didn't know what to think, so she hurried to Ziqian's side and said, "Ziqian, I really want to know, how did you cultivate into Ning Mang and Sword Qi?"

Ziqian smiled indifferently and said, "What, are you also interested in this?" He paused for a moment, and then continued: "If my guess is correct, you should not be a martial cultivator. He also had some doubts in his heart, the people who appeared in the Azure Palace, except for Bilan, were all martial cultivators, why wasn't she a martial cultivator?

Bi Lan seemed to see Ziqian's doubts, and said, "What you said is right, I am indeed not a martial cultivator. She gently pulled Liuhai, who was disturbed by the wind, and continued: "In the Azure Palace, men generally practice martial arts, while women practice the Nine Great Dao Technique, if some people with good qualifications can practice together. ”

"Then why haven't you cultivated martial arts?" Ziqian could see that Bilan's body was weak and he had never cultivated martial arts at all.

Bi Lan smiled bitterly and said, "My physical attributes are not suitable for cultivating martial arts, and this is why I have not cultivated any martial arts. She sighed, her expression full of regret, "I have been very fond of martial arts since I was a child, and I specialize in some martial arts, but it backfires, no matter how hard I try, I can't succeed in cultivating, even if it's only the simplest instrument." ”

The weapon is the simplest magic weapon attack, the sword-shaped magic weapon (magic weapon), the one that is displayed is called the sword mang, the knife-shaped magic weapon is called the sword mang, and so on.

Ziqian nodded, a glint flashed in his eyes, "You want to ask me about the cultivation method of Ning Mang, to see if I can cultivate." ”

"Not bad. Turblue didn't deny it, "I have that idea, but I know you're not going to tell me." ”

"Now that you know, why are you asking me. Ziqian said the crux of the problem.

Bilan took a breath of cool air, looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and said, "Although I know it's impossible, I still want to ask, there is a little luck in my heart." There was a hint of pleading in her eyes.

Ziqian's expression was indifferent, he didn't seem to see the blue eyes, and said solemnly: "Don't ask, I won't tell you about the cultivation method of the sword." "In the world, there is no free lunch, and Ziqian is not a good person, what kind of person he meets, he will tell others about the precious cultivation method after saying a few words.

Bilan's expression darkened, she had known this result for a long time, but she still had some regrets.

The atmosphere between the two was a little awkward, and neither of them spoke, and this situation lasted for a long time.

In the afternoon of the same day, the two flew to a plain area, and suddenly, a sword flew and grazed past the two of them.

The expressions of the two tightened at the same time, and the divine sense exuded by Ziqian soon found the cultivator who used the sword, and then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

On the ground not far away, there were more than a dozen cultivators confronting each other, their cultivation was not high, and they were about the time of rotation.

The sword just now was one of them cast on the sky, wanting to demonstrate once.

Because the man's cultivation was not high, and he didn't pay attention to the sky, he didn't notice anyone flying in the air.

That cultivator probably never dreamed that the hand just now almost attacked a Jindan stage cultivator.

He was lucky, he met Ziqian, if he met a cultivator with a bad temper, maybe a sword would be released and the cultivator would be solved.

The clothes of these cultivators were extremely messy, and none of them had similar robes, so it can be seen that these people were loose cultivators without a sect.

In addition to the most common swords and daos, there are also hammers, axes, and even rare shovels.

What's even more depressing is that there is still some dirt on the top of the shovel, I wonder if this martial cultivator in addition to cultivation, in addition to cultivating, also went to the field to be a farmer in his spare time?

If it were other cultivators, they might think so.

Ziqian observed very carefully, and could see at a glance that the other party was a medicine cultivator, and on the black and gray robe, the residue left by refining medicine could be vaguely seen. And the shovel in his hand is not a farm tool used when planting crops, but a tool needed to turn the soil when cultivating medicinal herbs.

Of course, that's also his magic weapon.

"Let's go!" Ziqian's divine sense swept over these people, and just wanted to smile, leaving here, but seeing Bilan's brows tightly locked, he couldn't help asking, "What, do you know these people?"

Bilan nodded lightly and said, "There is a person who I met once three years ago. Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered something, and said in a condensed voice: "By the way, I still have something to find him, can you go down with me once?" She didn't speak loudly, and even had a deliberative tone, obviously afraid that Ziqian would not agree.

Ziqian really didn't want to agree to Bilan, but he couldn't bear to refuse a woman like this, so he sighed and said, "Okay! Let's go down and have a look together." She felt that her heart was still not ruthless enough, it had nothing to do with herself, she didn't want to participate at all, she just wanted to find the instant Tianshan as soon as possible and find the legendary Xuantian Jia.

Bilan originally didn't hold out hope, but when she saw Ziqian agree, she was overjoyed, gave Ziqian a grateful look, turned into a streamer, and flew towards the more than ten people.

Ziqian shook his head, didn't say anything more, and chased after him. Although he was a little slower, he caught up with Bilan in an instant, which showed that his escape technique was much more exquisite than Bilan.

On the ground, more than a dozen people were divided into two camps, eight on one side and nine on the other.

Although cultivators of some sects look down on casual cultivators, casual cultivators also have their own world, and generally casual cultivators of the same realm interact together.

Of course, there are also some cultivators who associate with different cultivators, such as those in the Gongji period and the Xuanzhao period, but they are not in a peer relationship, and it is difficult to have a harmonious conversation together. In the monastic world, seniority is highly valued, and there are very few cases where cultivators who are not of the same level can still talk to each other as equals.

The combat effectiveness of the two sides is almost the same, although there has been a confrontation, and no one has made a move.

Among the group of cultivators on the left, one was about forty years old, wearing a gray Taoist robe, extremely ugly, with an inch-long scar on his face and a mouth full of yellow teeth. He grinned and said loudly: "Whether you can take it out or not, then the yellow dragon stone is the first thing we saw, if you don't take it out, don't blame me for being polite." In his hand, he held the long knife in his hand in front of him, looking murderous.

"Joke, you saw Huanglongshi first, why don't you wait for it?" In the crowd on the right, a young man walked out, and the folding fan in his hand waved lightly in front of him, "Others are afraid of your name of 'Crazy Dragon', I'm not afraid, it's better for us to fight once, whoever wins the game, Huanglongshi will belong to whoever sides, what do you think?"

This young man, dressed in a snow-white robe, has a handsome appearance, and exudes an elegant aura on his body, if it weren't for the aura fluctuations on his body, he would look more like a reader who has read poetry and books. Especially the folding fan in his hand, the word 'Dao' in the middle of the fan is even more vigorous and powerful, faintly with a domineering spirit that overlooks the world.

The wild dragon in the scholar's mouth was the yellow-toothed man who spoke before, he sneered, and said: "It is rumored that the scholar of the wonderful pen is unforgiving, it is indeed extraordinary, I haven't read any books since I was a child, don't be crepe in front of me, uncle, I hate that set the most, if you want to fight, why do you talk so much nonsense." As he spoke, he took a step forward.

At this moment, an old man with a slight beard beside the mad dragon suddenly grabbed him and said: "Crazy dragon, don't be reckless, the cultivation of that wonderful scholar is above you, fighting alone, you may not be his opponent, let's discuss it with them, if it really can't be negotiated, when the group attack is chaotic, you and I will join forces to attack him." ”

The old man's words were quite useful, and after the mad dragon heard it, the battle intent on his face suddenly dissipated, and he nodded and said: "Third uncle, you are right, I almost fell for that kid, there are really few good things in the reader, one is more insidious than the other, I look down on his little white face the most." When he said this, he was still puzzled, and spat in the direction of the scholar.

The scholar still looked strategic, and said with a smile: "Crazy Dragon, are you better than this fighting method?"

"Than what. The mad dragon glared at the scholar and said angrily.

With a "swish", the scholar put away the folding fan in his hand and gently knocked it on the palm of his hand, "I heard that the 'Crazy Dragon' is arrogant and uninhibited, dominating the world, why is it not the same as what I see today." Are all the rumors false, or are you not a mad dragon at all, and you don't have the strength to fight?"

Hearing such a sharp question, the mad dragon felt a burst of anger in his heart, and shouted angrily: "Boy, don't go too far, don't think that the uncle is afraid of you." ”

Seeing that the scholar was about to succeed, the scholar asked again: "Is what you just said wrong? If not, why do you cower and dare not fight me?"

"You ......" The dragon was furious, and the long knife pointed at the scholar, but he couldn't say a word.

Seeing the furious appearance of the mad dragon, the scholar sneered in his heart, and said: "Madly dragon, I see that you are a big husband, so I fought with you, if you don't agree, I don't care." As soon as he flicked his sleeves, he turned and walked into the crowd.

"Wait a minute. The wild dragon roared angrily and said angrily, "Who said that I didn't dare to fight with you, uncle, I want to see how capable you are." ”

A force of true power was released from the dragon's body, and the clothes on his upper body were reduced to pieces under the impact of this true power. His skin was dark, and his muscles were even stronger and slightly protruding, especially his chest muscles, which were as many as twelve. With such a strong body, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a tiger's back.

With such muscles, its defensive power is comparable to that of ordinary defensive Dao techniques. A cultivator in the Rotational Period, if his cultivation is about the same, and he does not have a powerful Dao technique, it will be difficult to break through his defenses.

The mad dragon raised his long knife, pointed directly at the scholar, and said angrily: "Wonderful pen scholar, the uncle will play with you today, I want to see where your arrogant capital is?"