What the hell is the wind, sometimes Tang Qian also thinks about this question, but when thinking about the problem, Tang Qian always likes to doze off, as if he doesn't think too much about how big the man who calls himself Sima is going to be in a game, it's too boring.

But now Tang Qian wanted to think about the question that he had forgotten for a long time, what was the wind. He would rather be a little drowsy and yawn now, and then he tried not to fall asleep, whether it was holding his eyelids or running around the nameless temple twice, it was much better than facing the monster in front of him.

This is indeed a monster.

Tang Qian couldn't help but think.

Fishy wind, this name is not good, but Tang Qian is going to call it that first, Tang Qian is now completely surrounded by its body that is pitch black than ink, the skin on Tang Qian's hand feels a very bad sting, and then Tang Qian's water spell used by Leng Qing, whether it is ice needles or ice thorns, the skin that cannot be broken through began to show red marks.

Three hundred miles away, a carriage.

I don't know what kind of horse this carriage is used for, and I don't know what kind of carriage it is, but it is surprisingly fast.

Sima sat steadily in the carriage, the huge face born on the huge head had almost no expression, and he pondered, but he suddenly said: "Leng Qing, do you know, in fact, when a monk cultivates, he doesn't have to look at cultivation - there are many classifications of cultivation, but in fact, they are not important. ”

Leng Qing didn't answer, she knew that no matter what Sima said, whether it was said to her or not, it was not something she should answer, since her name was mentioned, then just listen quietly.

Sure enough, Sima continued: "For example, some monks know a secret method, or he understands a technique, so that the aura on his body is accelerated violently, so that the aura drives the blood, which can make a person hot, which can be done without any fire spell talent - ordinary monks only know that a monk who is proficient in fire spells can set his whole body on fire, so that there is a certain advantage in resisting the water spells that are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other." Sima really spoke like an old pedant, very slow, and very patient, as if he was really explaining something to Leng Qing.

Only Leng Qing knew that this was Sima thinking, he was just clearing his mind.

"Since making the body hot can resist the water spell, then this person's understanding of cultivation must have reached an incredible height, which means that this person belongs to the most powerful group of monks, and I should have guessed correctly. Sima touched his beard, he was still thinking about what Tang Qian had said about the people on the top of the mountain before.

"The cultivation of a monk is the cultivation of strength, but also the cultivation of the mind, and I always feel that there is some meaning in what this person said just now. Sima's mouth was actually chewing, as if he really wanted to chew something from what Tang Qian had just said.

But he was already dying. Leng Qing actually interjected when Sima was thinking, Sima was just stunned, and then he actually laughed: "You want him to die, but I think he is very interesting, the point is that he really doesn't have to die." ”

"But then again, it's already surprising to me that I can block the water movement spell, the wind doesn't belong to the big five elements, although it has the same origin as wood, but it's a little out of the five elements, the point is that even if it's me, I can't think of any way to stop the wind. Sima's big eyes widened, he didn't need a water curtain, he could naturally see something clearly.

"I really want to know, on the path of cultivation, can people at the peak really be able to master a hundred paths?" Sima asked a question that almost no rookie who had just cultivated immortals would not necessarily ask, but not only did he ask, but he could also see that he was really thinking seriously.

He wanted to get some proof from Tang Qian.

"This person used that heated stupid method to block my spell before, which means that he has neither a magic weapon to protect himself, nor a copper skin and iron bones, at most his brain is more active. Leng Qing spoke coldly, the point was that she was right, and Sima had to admit it.

"And this 'fishy wind' is a merit monster, and it is very complicated to form, born of resentment, yin wind is the body, almost immortal, and if you want to deal with it, you may only have to ban it......" A smile appeared at the corner of Leng Qing's mouth: "Master, I want to see him die." ”

Monks are actually very pure, they get what they want, because monks have a more powerful reason than ordinary people: their hearts, and monks have a more powerful backing than mortals, that is, monks generally do not eat grains, and the higher the cultivation, the longer they live, so the monks will not worry about life, if mortals do not think about firewood, rice, oil and salt every day, then it is not impossible for them to think about other things.

Leng Qing already thought that Tang Qian's death was a matter that was in line with his heart.

But Tang Qian didn't have too many thoughts, he was just sighing now that there was already a wound on his hand.

The yin wind gusted, the fishy wind was like this name, it smelled so bad that Tang Qian had to wrinkle his nose, the smell of blood on his body was much better than this gust of wind.

The yin wind almost hindered all of Tang Qian's hearing, but he still heard an unpleasant sound of the wooden door opening, it was the temple, Tang Qian knew it.

"It's this little benefactor of Zhou Sheng who wants to see your fighting method, he said that he hasn't seen much of it, and he's still very worried-" The voice of the lifelong monk came, and Tang Qian could even imagine that Zhou Sheng and the lifelong monk were standing at the door, and then the lifelong monk was still closing his eyes-

"It's me who is too slow......" Tang Qian actually muttered to himself, and Sima Qian, who could clearly see and hear Tang Qian's every move three hundred miles away, frowned, he really didn't understand what Tang Qian meant by this.

"Zhou Sheng, let me tell you something. Tang Qian actually had the leisure to watch more and more wounds on his body, and the fishy wind that got Tang Qian's blood seemed to be very excited, and even skyrocketed a few feet, and the black wind that wrapped Tang Qian swirled and rose-

"Someone just told me about the top of the mountain, I feel that this kind of naming is not very good, no one has said that the person who kills must come from the mountain, and no one has said that the fight will have any impact because of where the person lives on the mountain, living higher is just looking farther, it does not mean that this person is more powerful, then if the top of the mountain must be the strongest, many white-bearded old Taoist priests are still building Taoist temples on the top of the mountain, and I haven't seen any of them in the middle of the mountain, what is the difference when the people below the mountain are beaten, at most it is more time-consuming to go down the mountain。 ”

Tang Qian's words only said that Xia Yu, who was also standing at the door, was in a fog, and Zhou Sheng also seemed to understand.

"Then there's one more thing that comes to mind. Tang Qian finally raised his sword when his fingers just revealed the white bones, and then swung it, the entire black fishy wind stopped instantly, Tang Qian's sword had no effect, it just raised a gust of wind that was bigger than the fishy wind, and even the blood rain that had been falling in the sky stopped at this moment, and all the raindrops stopped in the sky, not falling or not daring to fall.

"There is heaven on the top of the mountain. ”