Qingzheng Flower's defense is certainly strong, but attacking his opponent is too strong, and the thing that worries Lou Yi the most has happened, the other party has seen through his identity, this blue and white is the spell he handed in at the beginning, to put it bluntly, only the disciples of Haoxue Sect can practice. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Who is Song Xuanwen, that is the real power of the Song family, and even has more power to speak than Song Chengji, it is conceivable how he could not know about the blue and white things, and besides, the Song family itself is a wood spirit vein, and it is even more determined to win the blue and white.

It's just that in the end, he handed over the blue and white secret pattern to Xue Wangqing, this Xue Pavilion master, who is addicted to alcohol, whether or not he made the blue and white secret pattern public, is still unknown, at least the other party has begun to doubt himself now.

"You must not let him go......" This is what Lou Yi thinks now.

However, the reality is cruel, they can't help each other at all, let alone keep him, Lou Yi fell into a deep helplessness......

Song Xuanwen's divine sense has always been on him, but after he succeeded, Zhao Hongwenguo had already come to Lou Yi's side, and if he wanted to make a move, there was no good chance for him to make a move.

"Drizzle Green House ......"

Above the sky, the remaining water droplets began to gather, and even the remaining water lotus flowers gathered together, and an astonishing water vapor began to diffuse, Lou Yi felt that there were abnormal energy fluctuations around him, and couldn't help but look at the fan in his hand.

Where did this Condensation Treasure Fan come from, it can actually create a phantom array, and this is definitely not an ordinary phantom array, because Lou Yi felt an infinite killing opportunity in this drizzle.

Bai Ye and Mrs. Hongguo guarded Lou Yi's left and right, and the two of them looked very solemn at this time, because all the surrounding scenery began to blur, and their eyes were full of drizzle, which was very cold and contained a good aura fluctuation.

Above the sky, there is a pavilion looming, this pavilion in the sky is very peculiar, like a dream, if it is true or false, it is said that it does not exist, but the naked eye can see, perception can perceive, say that it exists, but it cannot be locked, and it appears from time to time.

The drizzle continued to fall from its location, and Lou Yi stretched out to see a few water lotus flowers blooming in the courtyard in the pavilion.

Everything seemed to be the same as the spell that Song Xuanwen had cast before, but this time they were combined together, and the humming sound was loud, and the three of them were surrounded at the same time, because the cold killing intent at the moment locked them at the same time.

Lou Yi stretched out his palm, feeling the energy fluctuations in the rain, and feeling the power of the water around him, this was all the breath emitted by the treasure fan, not Song Xuanwen's own ability.

This fan must have a great background, but I am afraid that it is beyond the existence of the spirit treasure, Lou Yi thought of a person, the Yuan Infant Ancestor of the Song family, this kind of magic weapon-level treasure can only belong to the Yuan Infant Monk, because the monk of the Yu Dan period cannot fully exert its ability at all.

Looking up at the looming pavilion in the sky, Lou Yi's eyes became deeper, and he unconsciously integrated into it, every magic weapon has its own unique charm, Lou Yi unconsciously wanted to explore this truth.

However, he is just a small monk at the eighth level of the foundation building period, and he is not even connected to the Dan stage, and he is trying to peek into the mystery of the magic weapon, which is really a bit of an egg hitting a stone, and he is beyond his strength......

Song Xuanwen also seemed to notice this, and he said disdainfully, "The mayfly shakes the tree, and it is beyond ...... strength."

Lou Yi didn't react at all, just looked straight at the pavilion in the sky, fell into a sluggish state, and suddenly Song Xuanwen's face changed, and he looked at the treasure fan in his hand, only to see that it began to vibrate, which made Song Xuanwen's face look ugly.

At this time, Lou Yi, who was originally here, disappeared strangely, and the three of them looked up at the sky at the same time, and found that Lou Yi actually appeared at the location of the pavilion at this moment, and was strolling on the road of the pavilion.

"This can't be!" Song Xuanwen roared.

He shook his hand and was about to cast a spell, when suddenly a golden light roared, Zhao Hongwenguo threw the golden spirit short spear in his hand, and the dazzling golden light was indestructible, bringing great trouble to Song Xuanwen.

However, the protection on his body was too strong, and being hit by the Jin Ling short spear only made him fly upside down in mid-air for more than ten zhang.

Bai Ye also seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem, once Song Xuanwen cast the treasure fan again, it was likely to deal a devastating blow to Lou Yi who was in the scene.

He rushed over, and the wind spirit yuan around him unfolded uncontrollably for the first time, the light gun in his hand kept changing its appearance, and the gun stream formed by the Dao wind roared and smashed towards Song Xuanwen.

This kind of reckless attack, he couldn't last long, but he had no choice but to do it, the two had a very tacit understanding, and wrapped Song Xuanwen in the middle, which made him very angry.

In fact, Song Xuanwen was even more angry than he looked, Lou Yi's appearance made the Condensing Water Treasure Fan in his hand useless, otherwise how could he be his opponent with only the attack of the two of them.

Song Xuanwen's hand shook, and a long sword appeared in his hand, this sword was emerald green, it seemed to be cast by some kind of spiritual material, containing infinite vitality, Song Xuwen's body was shrouded in the fluctuation of the spirit yuan for the first time.

And at this time, the blood cloud in the distance had also approached their position, and they could even see many blood-colored shadows on the ground, and their speed was extremely fast, whistling and rushing towards this side.

Above the sky, there are many figures of monks, a figure that looks a little young, his eyes are full of blood, looking straight at this side, if Lou Yi sees it, he will be very surprised, because the person who is the leader is none other than his big Lou Shan.

It's just that his current cultivation is no longer in the early stage of the Dan, it is already in the middle stage of the Dan, in just a few days, he has actually made a breakthrough again, what kind of terrifying exercises can make his cultivation improve so quickly.

And beside him, there are two people standing, and these two Lou Yi also know each other, one is Qian Gui, and the other is Yoshikawa, behind these people, there is a dense and strange blood shadow, in fact, one is very eye-catching.

He is very tall, and his body exudes bursting blood, but this person has no intelligence, he looks more like a walking corpse, he is wearing a torn animal skin clothes, if Lou Yi is there, he can also recognize him, this person is his second brother Golin Bear.

This second senior brother of his, since he went out of Wind Valley, there has been no news, he didn't expect to appear on the blood cloud at this moment, and he is still with Qian Gui and them, but looking at his current appearance, it is both weird and terrifying......

At this moment, Lou Yi was in the middle of the empty pavilion, but in front of him was a different scene, everything here was made of water aura, Lou Yi was in it, feeling the desire of the water spirit veins in his body.

It seemed to be longing for something, which made Lou Yi puzzled, the surrounding scenery could not be seen, like a dream, hidden behind the water curtain, he walked a few steps forward, trying to see their essence.

However, no matter whether he moved forward or retreated, the attic was always so far away, and the lotus pond in the courtyard continued to exude a vigorous water aura, the lotus flower shone brightly, and the lotus heart came from time to time with energy fluctuations.

Everything around him was in a very strange balance, and he looked down at the pavement made of water, covered with large and small pebbles, and these pebbles were also composed of water droplets.

The pavilions and pavilions made of water, the trees and flowers made of water, the lotus ponds and lotuses made of water, the small bridges and flowing water made of water, the strange stones and strange rains made of water, everything is made of water, Lou Yi thought of Qian Fanghua's drunken Fanghua, and thought of the immortal relics in Feng Yu's mouth.

"Could it be ...... here," he muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to confirm it, for what was in front of him was so unbelievable that he suspected that it was all just an illusion.

But being able to do all this so realistically, and the fluctuations of the surrounding water are so real, he has to doubt that all this is real.

This complex and contradictory idea, from the moment he appeared, did not stop.

He looked up at the sky, and in the drizzle, there were faint energy fluctuations in the sky, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see what he wanted to see.

He began to walk aimlessly, looking at the attic that was close at hand, always at a close distance from him, always spinning in the same place, no matter how hard he tried.

This made him wonder if he was too reckless, and his eyes widened because he had made a discovery, he had been so obsessed with the pavilion itself that he had forgotten something else.

The pavilion can't be approached, why is this drizzle always by his side, and he can touch, see, and feel.

His eyes stared at the rain, the raindrops as thin as cow's hair, constantly enlarged in its eyes, and Lou Yi's body shook violently, because he found a surprised scene.

These rains are not real rain, but are composed of countless runes, countless dense runes, they are arranged together in an orderly manner, falling from the sky, falling to the ground, disappearing and then returning to the sky, and the cycle repeats.

Lou Yi stretched out his palms and caught them, desperately trying to keep them in his hands, only to find that no matter how hard he tried, the rain would disappear from his fingers and return to the earth.

He seemed to have a hint of enlightenment, his eyes slowly closed, and this time what he felt was no longer a pavilion, no longer a rockery lotus pond, but a huge fan, jade bone brocade, with incomprehensible runes carved on it.

His hand slowly stretched out to the front, stretched out to the position where the fan was, and there was a terrifying energy fluctuation in the air, and everyone looked up, only to see that the pavilion in the air had disappeared, and Lou Yi's hand had one more thing.

Song Xuanwen's face changed greatly, he looked down at his right hand, the Condensing Water Treasure Fan was gone, it appeared in Lou Yi's hand, Song Xuanwen's whole body released a terrifying aura, and violently shook Zhao Hongwenguo and Bai Ye away at the same time.

"The Condensing Water Treasure Fan is still here!! Song Xuanwen roared angrily, the air shook violently, his figure disappeared in a flash, and appeared directly beside Lou Yi, and the sword in his hand swung and slashed directly at Lou Yi's body.

And at this moment, the treasure fan suddenly emitted light, forming a water curtain in front of Lou Yi's body, Song Xuanwen looked crazy, he found that his sword could no longer penetrate half a minute, so it stayed three inches outside Lou Yi's throat.

The water curtain continued to extend outward, Song Xuanwen began to struggle desperately, he looked at Lou Yi who was close at hand, and opened his mouth to roar, "You don't deserve to have this thing, break it for me!"