The sudden attack made Ling Youdao startled, and he understood that someone was going to do that yellow sparrow!

He instantly took out the high-grade magic weapon Flame Sword from the storage bag, held the sword with both hands, his divine sense covered two square feet around his body, and a pair of eyes looked around.

The refining of magic weapons is the simplest, and the refiner only needs to add various miniature prohibitions to it in the process of refining, which consumes less spiritual power and is suitable for Qi cultivation period cultivators.

Of course, some of the more shabby monks in the foundation building period also used the best magic weapons.

"There's even a yellow finch hiding around!"

Ling Youdao shouted, "You come out, I have already found you." ”

There was no sound except a few bird calls.

"What kind of man is the one who hides his head and tail, if there is a kind, you will come out and see whose strength is high!"

"Boom!"

Ling Youdao was greeted by a blue light shot from the front and back and left directions, he waved the fire sword in his hand to block a blue light, made a "dang" sound, jumped to the side, and narrowly avoided the other two blue lights.

"This time it's troublesome, it's surrounded by people. ”

He looked to the right, "It's probably a deliberate opening on the other side." ”

"Haha, it turns out that you are the anti-robbery person who has been circulating in the market in recent years, and you really have some skills, and you can hide the cultivation realm, no wonder so many veterans are in your hands. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old Taoist priest wearing a feather crown, a gray Taoist robe, and a dust whisk walking out of the woods on the right.

Ling Youdao immediately turned around, and the Flame Sword in his hand was aimed at the old Taoist priest who had just appeared.

"You're here to rob me too?"

"No, no, no, the old Taoist is not here to rob you, but to rob the Taoist friend who was killed by you. ”

"I'll just say, how can you, a monk of the eighth level of Qi cultivation, take a fancy to me, a little monk of the fourth level of Qi training. ”

The old Taoist priest was slightly surprised, "You actually saw my realm." ”

"If I don't even have this bit of eyesight, how can I get out of the mix. ”

The old Taoist priest laughed, "That's right!"

In the immortal cultivation world, only high-level monks can see the specific realm of low-level monks, and in the case of high-level monks not making a move, low-level monks can only see that the other party's cultivation is higher than their own.

Although the old Taoist priest had made a move before, he deliberately concealed his true strength, and under normal circumstances, the opponent would mistakenly think that he was a seventh-level Qi cultivator.

Ling Youdao is not a casual cultivator without heels, but a family monk with a background.

Since childhood, there have been family seniors to teach experience, and then according to the situation in front of me, a little analysis, guess the eight or nine are not far from ten.

"Old Taoist, call out all your accomplices, you go together, and the master is still not afraid. ”

"Hehe, what a cunning boy, but the old way won't tell you, you can guess slowly. ”

Sure enough, the older the person became, the better he became, and he immediately understood my purpose. ”

For Ling Youdao, the old Taoist priest was not the biggest threat, but someone who might be hiding in the shadows.

The previous blue light was coming from three directions at the same time, which would make him mistakenly think that someone was hiding in the dark.

The old Taoist priest saw through his attempt, and the sentence "guess slowly" forced him to devote some of his energy to pay attention to his surroundings.

He is just a monk who cultivates the sixth layer of qi, and his strength is not as good as that of the old Taoist, so he is not the opponent of the old Taoist.

"The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers!"

Ling Youdao quickly approached the old Taoist priest with the fiery sword in his hand, and stabbed the old Taoist priest in the face with a sword.

The old Taoist priest was not afraid at all, smiled slightly, and shook the white whiskers of the high-grade magic weapon in his hand, and the white dust filaments seemed to be alive, directly entangled the stabbing fire sword.

The white dust silk ran down the blade of the sword, and soon wrapped around the hilt.

"Ahh

The old Taoist priest smiled proudly, "Boy, this sword in your hand is good, and it will belong to the old Tao." ”

The old Taoist priest originally thought that Ling Youdao would let go of the Flame Sword in his hand, but after he was surprised, he shook the hilt of the sword, and the sword body instantly turned red.

"Woo Woo Woo!"

A burnt smell!

The dust silk that was wrapped around the sword body was burned off, and Ling Youdao took the opportunity to withdraw the Flame Sword, took a few steps back, and looked at the old Taoist priest with a strange smile.

The old Taoist priest held the white whisker that had been burned off several dust filaments, "Hey, hey, the old Taoist dust." ”

After a long while, he looked at Ling Youdao viciously, "This white whisker dust was bought by Lao Dao for a small eight hundred lower grade spirit stones, and you actually scrapped it, you must compensate Lao Dao." ”

Ling Youdao said a little helplessly: "It's none of my business, it's your fiery sword that is going to entangle me, I'm just forced to resist." ”

"What a good boy, Lao Dao is going to kill you today, for many fellow Daoists to get rid of your scourge!"

Ling Youdao wiped a cold sweat in his heart, "Those who kill people and rob treasures are your fellow Daoists, are the people who rob in the cultivation realm so rampant?"

I saw the old Taoist priest shake the dust in his hand, and took off the hosta on the top of his head with his right hand, the hosta was suspended in front of him, and the old Taoist priest continued to inject mana inward.

Ling Youdao blocked the front with the Flame Sword and looked at the old Taoist priest vigilantly.

With the continuous infusion of spiritual power, the sense of danger given to him by the hosta became stronger and stronger.

"Not good!"

"Go!"

The old Taoist priest pointed at Ling Youdao, and the hosta flew out, and the sound of "dang" hit the sword surface of the Flame Sword, and a strong force instantly spread through his hands all over his body.

Ling Youdao stepped back more than a zhang, leaving two notable slots on the ground.

He only felt that his abdomen was churning, and a mouthful of blood had reached his throat, but he forcibly held it back.

The hosta shone with spiritual light and hovered around the old Taoist priest's body.

The old Taoist priest smiled proudly, "Boy, just counted your fate, the old Taoist only used sixty percent of his strength, and now let you taste the true power of the best magic weapon jade hairpin." ”

"The best magic weapon?

Ling Youdao didn't hesitate at all, he held the sword in his left hand, slapped the storage bag on his waist with his right hand, and suddenly there was an extra talisman in his hand, and he injected a trace of mana into the second-order low-grade golden shield talisman.

The old Taoist priest collected the white whisker and whisked the dust, controlled the jasper hairpin with both hands, and the mana was continuously injected into it, and the aura of the jasper hairpin was even better than before.

"Go!"

Hearing the sound of "boom", the jade hairpin arrived in front of Ling Youdao.

At this moment, the golden shield talisman he held in his hand shone brightly, and a golden shroud enveloped him inside.

The "jasper hairpin" shot on the golden cover, making a series of "sparkling" sounds, accompanied by sparks.

The old Taoist priest did not believe in evil, and controlled the golden cover outside the jasper hairpin drill piercing Ling Youdao.

"Boom...... 呲呲呲......"

After a few breaths, the mana that the old Taoist priest injected into the jasper hairpin was exhausted, and the jasper hairpin automatically flew back into his hand.

"An eighth-level casual cultivator of Qi cultivation actually has a superb magic weapon, it seems that you have done a lot of murder and treasure grabbing. Now you don't use your best magic weapon, let's see what other means you have!"

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest held the jasper hairpin, and stared at Ling Youdao viciously with a pair of eyes, eager to devour him alive.