Regarding the answer between Langyajun and An Fenghou, Qi Jingzhi stood aside, but he turned a deaf ear.

His eyes stared at the body of the tree where the Ruomu Sword Spirit bloomed red, but what he thought in his heart was Zhu Yihou's red heart of the wood tree, which was known as containing the sun inside, and the fire of the south was hidden by itself.

In order to suppress the poison of the yang fire in the heart of the tree, Zhu Yihou used the "Frost Song" of "the sun lord Si Chen, the autumn god reincarnated, the frost first fell, and the cool breeze was bleak".

Deng Fuqing said that the frost and snow are too harsh, although they can suppress the poison of yang fire, but they have no effect of harmonizing and nourishing, and it is a symptom but not a cure, which is not as good as the "Flying Dragon Summoning Lin Spectrum" of "Heaven and earth are combined, nectar, nectar, nectar, and vermilion grass sprouts".

Thinking of this section, Qi Jing's heart moved, and he suddenly became a little more sure about subduing the Ruomu Sword Spirit: "Ruomu, as the wood that inhabits the sun, contains a lot more poison of yang fire than the red heart wood. Langyajun said that it should not be a coincidence that this kind of sacred tree only grows in the Qingyuan of the East China Sea, Ruoshui of the South China Sea, and Yuyuan of the West Pole. In that case......

A thought is born, and heaven and earth respond.

A crane chirping from nowhere came into everyone's ears, and there was also the sound of the wind, the sound of water, and even the creaking of the painting boat.

Zheng Xian suddenly stopped talking, turned his head to look at the young man, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Everyone also looked at it, with different expressions on their faces, but they were all illuminated by the bright glow.

I saw Qi Jingzhi's hands flicking out of thin air, revealing his heart, so as to play with the five colors and five tones of heaven and earth.

A brilliant smoky feather coat emerged, and immediately separated from the young man's body, and when the air was spread out, it was frost white as the base, smudged red, and there were colorful colors at the edges, among which the green was the most abundant.

Another long and agitated crane chirp sounded, and the smoke and feather coat suddenly turned into a lifelike angry crane, flapping its wings and flying high and low, showing the unique rhythm of "Flying Dragon Calling Linpu" between the movements.

The aura between heaven and earth flowed quickly with the dancing posture of the angry crane, and at first all the spiritual light was mixed and intertwined, with different shades, but soon it was dissolved.

The bright streams converged towards the angry cranes and turned into brightly colored feathers.

"Cranes are not cranes, spit out my chest! The crane dance is not the crane dance, but the heaven and the earth!" Z.br>

Qi Jingzhi gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his heart was extremely happy, only to feel that the world and the world, the five colors and eight winds, were all between his palms and fingers.

At that moment, as the angry crane once again swept over the Wakaki Sword Spirit, a drop of flying nectar dripped from its long beak.

Under the gaze of everyone, this drop of nectar fell on one of the branches of the Wakaki Sword Spirit impartially, and immediately merged into it without hindrance.

If the seedlings tremble slightly, the branches suddenly stretch upward, and the leaves shaped like copper clamour collide with each other, making a tinkling, crisp and pleasant sound, as if in harmony with the tune of "Lin Spectrum" formed by all kinds of strange sounds between heaven and earth.

If the angry crane realized something, he immediately circled and flew back, grabbed the Ruomu knife spirit in one bite, grabbed the fried life with both claws, and immediately rushed into the sky and rushed up to the clouds.

"I wish to borrow the fairy feather wings to fly into the clouds!"

Zheng Xian couldn't help but stroke his palms and sighed: "Qi Xiaoyou's cultivation is not as good as Dian Xia, and if he can do this, he is really a genius in the world!"

Before he finished speaking, the angry crane that flew to the very high place in the sky let out a long sigh, and suddenly dispersed, turning into a cloud of smoke.

The fried life lost its brilliance, and fell straight from the sky, the tip of the knife pointed downward, and the wind whistled.

Qi Jingzhi's expression was solemn, and he immediately looked at the direction, sat on the horse with a heavy waist, floated and swallowed, and penetrated the whole body with the strength of washing wings, and then the whole person jumped up, stretched out his arm and held the handle of the knife with his backhand, and then twisted his waist and elbows, and turned his body like a crane dance, which reversed the downward trend of fried life, and drew a few fleeting arcs in the air, looking gorgeous and cold.

With a thud, the boy and the long knife fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, Qi Jingzhi's face was slightly pale, his forehead was sweaty, and his body's qi was also a lot weaker.

As if sensing the state of the knife owner, the body of the knife suddenly glowed red and gold, shaped like a tree branch

, spread from the blade to the hilt, and then wrapped around Qi Jingzhi's right arm.

One of the branches was raised, and a drop of dew appeared at the end of the branch, which was as bright as Danzhu, and exuded bursts of scorching heat.

Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi smiled freely, he didn't expect that this Ruomu Sword Spirit still knew how to exchange courtesies.

Langyajun only mentioned it not long ago, suck the flaws of the clouds and drink the dew of the wood!

So, Qi Jingzhi stretched out his left hand with a smoky background, took the drop of red dew with the tip of his index finger, and sent it to his lips without hesitation.

Wakaki melted in his mouth, like a fire that emitted infinite heat, instantly burning all over his limbs, rushing inward to his viscera and bone marrow, steaming outward through flesh and skin, not even letting go of his nails and hair.

This drop alone is a hundred times stronger and spicier than Zhu Yihou's imperial anointing wine!

The sweat on Qi Jingzhi's forehead was easily evaporated, and his body was even softer, but it was extremely comfortable and refreshing, and he was completely energetic.

He felt that Ruomu's medicinal power was about to pass, so he had to breathe a sigh of relief, but the pine and cypress armor qi hidden everywhere on his body came out, and it was actually a little bit, and Qi Jingzhi was burned into a burning man with a bang.

Not only that, but the flames on his body also ignited the branches of Wakaki, and even spread back in reverse, coating the fried life capital with a layer of green and red flames.

At this moment, Qi Jingzhi felt as if he had drunk a few drops of Ruomu Chilu, and he had made up a little too much, and his spirit was overflowing, turning himself into a ball of fire from the inside out.

The only difference was that he couldn't even feel the slightest burn.

"What a pure pine and cypress armor qi!" The look of surprise on Langyajun's face became more and more intense.

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi immediately looked over, and his eyes were bursting with blue and red flames, as bright as two bright lights.

Seeing this, Zheng Xian couldn't help laughing, and explained in his mouth: ""Dripping Heavenly Marrow" has clouds, the wood towers to the sky, the rebirth needs fire, spring does not allow gold, autumn does not allow earth, fire rides the dragon, the water rides the tiger, the earth moistens the sky and the earth, and it is planted through the ages!"

"The first one, the wood of pure yang, has a solid body, towering to the sky, and extremely majestic. The one who is on fire, the son of wood, the one who is more prosperous when he gets fire."

Most of Qi Jingzhi's mind was on the green and red flames all over his body, and he didn't understand Langyajun's explanation, and he didn't have time to think about it.

However, Rao was a little absent-minded, but he also heard the meaning of "Jiamu is the wood of pure yang".

Qi Jingzhi was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but ask: "Senior Zheng, I only heard that the Red Heart Wood is a wood that contains yang fire, but this pine and cypress wood is bathed in wind and rain, splashing snow and frost, and it has a chilling and cold meaning, and the younger generation has always absorbed this kind of divine will, and it is added to the white blade to add a bit of sharpness, could it be that it is a mistake?"

Zheng Xian was stunned for a moment, and then laughed dumbly: "It's like if the wood is a kind of mulberry wood, then the red heart wood is the genus of pine and cypress, do you say that the pine and cypress armor wood is not the wood of pure yang?"

"You use the qi of the pine and cypress armor to help the blade, although it is not impossible, but it is really a tyrannical thing, and it is the right way to nourish the Dao body and gain longevity."

"Just like you are now, with pure yang wood qi to ignite, the natural fire is even hotter, and it can consume most of the fierceness in the Ruomu Yang fire, which can already be regarded as an extremely clever method of strengthening life! As the saying goes, if you strengthen the wood, you will get the fire, and you will be stubborn!"

"It's just that the wood is burned by fire, after all, it is difficult to get rid of the dryness, and there will be hidden dangers after a long time, this is the so-called fire dragon, although it is majestic, but there is also the worry of being eaten by the fire dragon. Even those Jinyun envoys in the Five Clouds Division have swallowed fire and eaten flames like eating and drinking, and there are not a few people who have been burned to death by the flames in the past generations."

Langyajun saw Qi Jingzhi, an excellent junior, especially Ding Lingwei's relationship, and explained it quite patiently and meticulously.

"If it is based on Zheng, you should use this pine and cypress wood as the base in the future, and gradually match fire, earth, metal, and water."

"You already have fire, and it's Wakaki Chilu. You also have water, and it's the song of Tianyin Divine Score just now."

When mentioning the "Tianyin Divine Spectrum", Zheng Xian's extensive knowledge and profound cultivation were even clear

A little curiosity and inquiry.

It's just that this Langya Jun is proud of his identity after all, and seeing that Qi Jingzhi didn't mean to speak, he didn't ask.

He paused for a moment and continued, "In Zheng's opinion, although the qi of the pine and cypress armor is the foundation, the water of the Heavenly Sound Divine Spectrum is the most crucial thing. In the future, it can not only be used to exchange red dew with the Wakaki Sword Spirit, but it can also moisten the soil with water, and when the soil is wet, it can make wood and vent fire, which can naturally tame the fierceness of the fire dragon."

"It's just that if there is too much water, there is also the worry of water flooding and floating, and this so-called water is also a tiger. This requires the harmony of fire and earth, so that the wood can flourish, absorb the water vapor safely, and not float, so as to subdue the madness of the water tiger."

"All this, the five elements are mutually reinforcing, if one day you can achieve the towering of the wood, and at the same time the gold is not sharp, the soil is not dry, the fire is not hot, and the water is not crazy, then you can be planted for eternity and immortal!"

As he spoke, the momentum of the green and red flames on Qi Jingzhi's body weakened, and gradually retracted into his body, no longer exposed, and the Ruomu branch also retracted into the long knife.

The young man's eyes were still scorching, but he didn't have the inhuman appearance he had before.

He put the knife into the sheath, threw his hand at Zheng Xian deeply, and solemnly thanked him, "Thank you seniors for solving doubts and preaching!"

Langyajun smiled at the corner of his mouth, and bowed his head slightly: "It's just some extremely ordinary cultivation principles, but the more simple the truth, the easier it is to know and more difficult to do, and those who can achieve the ultimate are even rarer."

When Zheng Xian and Qi Jingzhi were talking happily, Ding Chengyuan, Marquis of Anfeng, looked at this and that in disbelief, and the expression on his face changed again and again.

From Fang Cai's angry crane, he has really seen Qi Jingzhi's roots, but his uncle and grandfather have been gone for five hundred years, to say that Langyajun Zheng Xian cares so much about Qi Jingzhi who met in Pingshui because of this, Ding Chengyuan will never believe it.

Previously, this Marquis An Fenghou was trapped in the golden jujube, and he did not hear the news of Ding Lingwei's possible return, because in his opinion, after the Langya Jun in front of him parked Tiantai Mountain on the shore of Langya, he had clearly started the idea of recruiting talents and cultivating power, and Qi Jingzhi, who was born in Xianyu Mountain and naturally had a bit of incense, was a good candidate.

Sensing Ding Chengyuan's suspicious gaze, Zheng Xian didn't pay much attention to it, just glanced at this preoccupied junior, and asked this Marquis of An Feng to bend down and bow his head for the crime.

Zheng Xian snorted lightly and looked away, raised the white luan's tail, and released the Tiger Monarch Daoist again.

This great monk from the Tianyi Sect is an extraordinary cultivator after all, obviously he was still dying before, and he has already recovered his breath after recuperating in the golden jujube for a while, and it seems that he will not die easily.

As soon as he landed, he opened a pair of bright moves, his tiger eyes were golden, and he looked forward to his pride, even if he looked sick, he could not hide his might.

However, when this tiger Taoist priest saw clearly the unfathomable Langya Jun Zheng Xian, saw the low-eyebrow Hou Ding Chengyuan, saw the golden tripod and the remaining golden dates, and especially saw the big black god who was encased in the golden dates and had a golden lacquer short sword nailed to his eyebrows, his temperament changed suddenly.

"The poor tiger is the same as the Tianyi Sect, and he dares to ask his predecessors with a high surname?"

The Tiger Monarch Taoist is respectful and saluting, and there is no evil spirit all around him, and he is as well-behaved as a big tabby cat.

"Tiger toad? The Frog, whose shape resembles a human and has tiger stripes, is said to be a different species in the ruins of Kunlun, and you got this name, which shows that you have high hopes for the master of the sect."

Langya Jun Zheng Xian's tone was flat, and he couldn't hear the slightest joy or anger: "It's just that compared to the tengu beast that fled into the Yellow Spring, you, the descendant of the same lineage, are really too far behind."

"Why did the seniors say that?"

Huo Ran, the Tiger Monarch Daoist, raised his head, and there was anger on his face, and he said in a muffled voice: "That dog-skinned old man is not as good as the poor Dao in terms of cultivation, and even more unbearable in terms of courage and strategy, and the heart of the Dao is even more disguised as a lame dog with a leper head all day long, rolling around in the mortal world, where is the appearance of a tengu who swallows the sun and the moon with half a mouth?"

Zheng Xian smiled, shook his head lightly and said, "The one who is a donkey, the white tiger has black stripes, five picks, a tail that is longer than the body, and a thousand miles a day. You haven't even proven your true form, but you're just a mountain king, and you deserve to laugh at others?"

"That's it, I am an ancient benevolent beast, and a beast that does not die by itself does not eat, but you are a fierce tiger with a head full of wrongs and ghosts, and you are even more judgmental!"

As he spoke, Langya Jun raised his white tail again, and took the jade box in the remaining golden jujube in his hand.

Ignoring the Hujun Daoist whose face changed sharply, Zheng Xian weighed the jade box in his hand for a while, and then casually threw it to Qi Jingzhi on the side.

Qi Jing subconsciously caught this jade box that was not too big but extremely delicate, and when he saw Langya Jun gently bowing his head towards him, he opened the lid of the box casually.

I saw that there were more than a dozen small tigers the size of flies in the jade box, their eyes were full of green light, and there were bat-like meat wings on their bodies, which were the flesh-winged flying tigers that the Tiger Monarch Dao people used to plot against Ding Chengyuan before.

It's just that now their wings are corroded to the point that they can't fly, and they are even scarred on their bodies, so they can only lie on the spot, raise their heads and pretend to roar at Qi Jingzhi viciously, but their voices are weak and mosquitoes and flies, and there is no deterrence at all.

"These fierce creatures in the jade box have eyes shining like yin phosphorus, markings like tigers, and wings like bats...... If Zheng remembers well, it should be a flesh-winged tiger in Shihug Mountain, which comes out in the morning, flies down the mountain, and returns from cannibalism, and its skin can ward off ghosts."

There was a hint of coldness in Langyajun Zheng Xian's smile: "You raised these murderous creatures with Dao fire, and let them harm people's lives and enslave ghosts for you, not only did your own cultivation fall behind, but also violated the humanity of Shengjiang, even if you died nine times, it would be difficult to atone for your sins!"