This man has loose hair, unkempt, and the Taoist robe on his body is dirty, and he looks like a sloppy Taoist, and no one can imagine that he is not yet thirty years old just by looking at his appearance.

'Sassy ......'

The sloppy Taoist pointed at the tip of the grass, and in the blink of an eye, he swept out a distance of several zhang, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation on his body, like a light exercise in the mortal world. This is also normal, many casual cultivators do not know spells, and can only be replaced by mortal martial arts, which can sometimes have miraculous effects.

Good speed.

I'm afraid it's too late to start preparing the ebony sword now, unless the sloppy Taoist will stay on the top of the mountain for a while after observing the surrounding terrain, otherwise he will waste a spirit stone in vain.

Qin Sang frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he felt that he had taken the lead, and it was another sneak attack, so there was no need to sacrifice the ebony sword.

Seeing that the sloppy Taoist was getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain, Qin Sang held his breath, his heart pounded, and when the person reached the top of the mountain, he suddenly sacrificed Purple Soul Ling.

'Jingle Bell ......'

Under Qin Sang's full urging, the crisp bell sound was like a magic sound, suddenly resounding on the top of the mountain.

The sloppy Taoist didn't expect that there was someone lurking on the top of the mountain at a glance, his face was panicked, and his palm hurriedly touched his waist, but he was a step late, and was captured by Zi Soul Ling, his body froze in place, and pain and confusion appeared in his dull eyes.

Seeing that Purple Soul Ling really worked, Qin Sang was very happy and didn't dare to relax at the same time, and quickly recited the Water Yin Thunder Mantra silently, and after a while, a slightly faint Yin Thunder appeared in Qin Sang's palm.

The form of this yin thunder was like a stream of water, squirming in Qin Sang's palm, and a trace of dazzling electric light flashed inside from time to time, revealing its grandeur.

At the same time, Qin Sang noticed that the confused expression in the sloppy Daoist's eyes was gradually replaced by a touch of hideousness and anxiety, and his body began to tremble.

Seeing this scene, Qin Sang's heart sank, but it was only three breaths, and this person was about to wake up.

After all, it's an immortal cultivator!

Qin Sang sighed secretly, didn't dare to wait any longer, hurriedly stopped holding the spell, and waved his hand to strike out the power of yin and thunder in his palm.

'Boom!'

The Yin Thunder was extremely fast, and almost at the same time as it broke away from Qin Sang's palm, it hit the sloppy Daoist, and the power of the Yin Thunder pulled out a dazzling lightning bolt between the two of them.

But at this moment, Qin Sang's face was not only not happy, but extremely ugly.

Qin Sang only wanted to kill with one blow, and the aim was naturally the heart of the sloppy Daoist, but unexpectedly, at the moment when the Yin Thunder was about to hit the sloppy Daoist, a black shield appeared on his chest out of thin air!

The shield was only the size of a palm, with a slender form and a black body, and three downward sword-shaped indentations converged at the tip of the shield, making it look murderous.

The power of the yin and thunder hit the shield impartially, and the surface of the shield was born and destroyed one by one, but unfortunately all of them were blocked by the shield, and the sloppy Taoist was unharmed.

It turned out to be an automatic protector's magic weapon!

Qin Sang secretly scolded in his heart, although this Xuan Shield was only a medium-grade magic weapon, it actually had an extremely rare ability to automatically protect the master.

This kind of magic weapon does not need to be urged by the owner, as long as it encounters danger, it can automatically appear to defend, it can save life, and the value cannot be measured simply by the level of supplies, even the disciples of the Immortal Sect dream of this kind of magic weapon.

Qin Sang never thought that the first opponent he encountered would be so tricky, he seemed to be poor and sour, but he even had this kind of magic weapon.

In order to be safe, he even gave up the more skilled but slightly less powerful Wanli Ice Seal, who knew that there was still an accident.

Knowing this, it is better to gamble and directly sacrifice the ebony sword, the black shield is just a medium-grade magic weapon, and it will definitely not be able to block the ebony sword.

'Bang!'

The power of the yin and thunder dissipated, and an unexpected scene appeared, the black shield also lost its aura, as if it had broken a thread, smashed to the ground, broke into three petals, and rolled into the stone crack.

After all, it's just a medium-grade magic weapon, and it is already the limit to be able to block the Decanter Water Yin Thunder Spell, but I didn't expect it to be destroyed directly.

This was an unexpected joy, Qin Sang's heart moved, and he immediately gave up the idea of temporarily avoiding the edge, without hesitation, he raised his hand suddenly, and the cold wind suddenly howled on the top of the mountain, and the temperature dropped sharply.

In front of the sloppy Taoist, a bluish-white cold qi was born, which was wrapped in countless ice fragments and quickly condensed.

But at this moment, the sloppy Taoist suddenly screamed, his eyes widened suddenly, and he broke free from the sound of the bell.

"Whirring ......"

The sloppy Daoist gasped for breath and was shocked, and as soon as he regained his senses, he noticed the cold air in front of him and the broken Ruyi shield at his feet, and his face suddenly changed, and his face was full of horror.

This Ruyi shield was specially prepared by him for this immortal ascension conference, and he competed with others at the auction, which cost him almost all his net worth, but he didn't expect to use it as soon as he came in.

The sloppy Taoist's eyes turned sharply, and he finally found Qin Sang standing on the edge of the mountaintop.

Qin Sang wanted to concentrate on holding the spell with his divine sense, and he couldn't continue to maintain the Falling Cloud Wings, so his body naturally couldn't hide and manifest it.

"Despicable villain!"

The sloppy Taoist gritted his teeth, glared at Qin Sang fiercely with hatred, and scolded. Then, without waiting for Qin Sang to respond, the sloppy Taoist turned around and fled, not even daring to pick up the Ruyi shield on the ground.

This move surprised Qin Sang greatly, and he couldn't help frowning, if he let the sloppy Taoist escape, he could be said to be busy in vain, and the most important thing was the jade medal, if he had the opportunity to get one, he couldn't give up so easily.

Qin Sang immediately made a decision, his eyes calmly watched the sloppy Taoist escape, and when he just stepped on the edge of the boulder on the top of the mountain and was about to jump down, a thin layer of ice was quietly covered with the edges and corners of the stone.

The sloppy Taoist exclaimed, his feet slipped suddenly, his body suddenly lost control, and he fell down the mountain.

The mountain is steep, the sloppy Taoist panicked, the direction of escape is a high cliff below, the bottom of the cliff is a few people hugging thick ancient trees, in the moment of the sloppy Taoist slippery, the cold air finally condensed into several slender ice spikes, the tip flashed with cold light, extremely sharp.

"Go!"

Qin Sang raised his hand and pointed at it, and the ice pick moved like lightning, drawing an arc in mid-air like a comet, chasing after the sloppy Taoist when he was about to fall into the ancient tree jungle under the cliff.

The sloppy Daoist was in the air, there was no way to avoid it, and he only had time to condense a ball of spiritual power to resist it, how could he stop the ice spike that Qin Sang had been preparing for a long time.

Hearing a scream, the icicle took a puff of blood and smashed it into the forest with the sloppy Taoist.

'Bang bang bang ......'

Countless broken branches, leaves flying, and after a period of chaos, there was no sound in the forest.

He's dead?

Qin Sang stood on the edge and looked down, his vision was blocked by the leaves, and he didn't know where the sloppy Taoist had fallen, whether he was dead or not.

Only the patches of blood sprinkled on the trees were unusually dazzling.

The timing of his choice was good, and it was estimated that the sloppy Taoist would be seriously injured if he didn't die, Qin Sang couldn't help but smile a little smugly.