After this trouble, the three of them lost the interest of boarding the ship and returning. Anyway, for the masters of the Transformation God Realm, crossing thousands of miles of seawater waves and landing on the land on the opposite shore is like a game. Since there are no worries, it doesn't matter whether or not you can board the ship at all, and all of this is purely because of the Heavenly Sect's strict Tibetan cultivation.

Of course, Tianzong has never been a stubborn person, and he abides by the two words, and there is a lot of room for advance and retreat.

Lin Wutao, the little prince who has a unique view of martial arts and has a prominent identity, is still a child less than ten years old after all, with a simple and playful heart, and has a good impression of Tianzong, who is personable and gentle like a warm sun, and has the idea of being a companion in his heart, but he is reluctant to take the initiative to speak if he is reserved by the royal family.

After all, the little prince Yincha was a child, and thought that if he really slipped away, the three people in front of him were not good people, but gangsters and thieves who killed people and plundered the city. But no matter how bad the situation is, it is better than accompanying the silent and boring wood master next to him.

Tianzong seems to be very arrogant, and he doesn't have to do anything to get by, but in fact, his heart is delicate, and there is nothing missing, and at this moment he can roughly finalize this great monk as the only guard around the prince of a country, and his ability must be extraordinary, and the martial arts realm has reached its peak.

As for how he was able to take the treasure in the eyes of Yi Yayi and him, and always hide the true realm, it is really puzzling. I only hope that he is a friend and foe, and the two sides will not fight each other.

Holding hands and pulling the little prince of Yincha to him, Tianzong kindly asked: "Little Prince Lin Wutao, as a prince, there should be a special royal yellow sailing boat, this kind of folk miscellaneous wooden boat may insult your royal status." Why don't we accompany His Highness for a few days, and then leave the island when the yellow boat arrives?"

Since Tianzong held the palm of the little prince of Yincha, the red-clothed monk Master Shangmu exuded a kind of "momentum", which was very different from the murderous aura or killing intent before the master in this world started, this "momentum" was not aggressive, on the contrary, it gave people a heroic feeling of grandeur and open-mindedness.

Qi cultivation and spiritual cultivation are finally attributed to the sea of qi and the sea of gods respectively, there are traces to follow, and the breath and divine will have always been sharp and ferocious. The path of the great monk's "potential" is very different, and this "potential" does not know where it starts, does not know where it lives, and does not know where it ends. Sometimes it is magnificent like a majestic mountain, sometimes it is gentle like a magnificent green wave of the boundless grassland, and there is a bit of the mind of the Great Dao Holy One, which makes it difficult to give birth to resistance.

Tianzong's words were in the middle of the little prince's mind, so he "reluctantly" agreed to the friendly commoner's request: "This prince has never maintained his own identity......!

Tianzong found a pair of eyes in the crowd that flickered and disappeared, drowning in the crowd again. secretly informed the girl and Yi Liyi that they were wary, and then pretended to turn a deaf ear and laughed with the little prince, so as not to startle the snake.

The great monk Mu Mu Na didn't know if he was aware of the abnormality, with his unfathomable strength and secret identity, he could only hope that he would not make extraneous branches at a critical moment.

Tonglu is very fond of this little prince, and has been close to it several times, but was coldly rejected by the little prince of Yincha, but Tonglu was not discouraged, but took pleasure in it, and tirelessly "harassed" this lovely little prince.

Yi Yayi held his heart in his hand, and his heart and liver were so broken that he couldn't break it anymore.

The five of them joined together and slowly left the ferry pier, during which the passenger boatmen regained their lives, and several third-rate heroes who picked up their lives on the "cusp" of the storm were grateful, and swore to change their ways.

The group entered the mountain stream valley, the number of people gradually decreased, sometimes sticking to Tianzong's side, sometimes sitting on the shoulder of Master Mu Lin Wutao little prince, trouser legs and clothes sticky to many black piles of ghost needle grass seeds, because Master Mu is tall, sitting on his shoulder is always in contact with the hanging branches, resulting in the little prince always has small insects and spiders infested, crawling around.

Lin Wutao disagreed, but Tonglu couldn't see him suffering, so he decided to stop and rest by himself, and asked Yiyi to sort out a clean clearing by the stream under the tree.

The boundary here is close to the flowing water, the stream is murmuring, the shade of the trees is moist, the many birds that fly and fly are singing gracefully, and a few small swallows with black backs and green bellies are shuttling and galloping above the surface of the flowing water, catching the flying insects that have just degenerated and removed the water shell and grown thin wings.

Yi Liyi used the simple tea set he carried with him and the fresh wild tea leaves available everywhere around him to cook a few bowls of tea with a unique fresh taste. Lin Wutao, who is accustomed to drinking all kinds of precious and rare tribute tea in the palace, is also amazed by this and is full of praise.

Drinking tea and talking, the atmosphere is lively, Lin Wutao clearly explained the rules of things in the palace, and all kinds of anecdotes, and everyone listened quietly, as if this little prince who was not ten years old was an old master who took young students out for an outing.

When asked why he chose such a derogatory name as "Wutao", the little prince patted his chest proudly, "When this prince was born, there were ten thousand golden scales flowing up the mother river in the country of Yincha and a group of cranes perched in the palace. He said that this king will compete with the immortals for the world in the future, and the blessing source is too thick, and he is worried that the king will not be able to bear it, so he changed my life before I was twenty years old and the crown to the emperor's life, and named me 'Wutao', which is the meaning of the inside!

Everyone couldn't imagine hearing such a big secret from the mouth of this little prince, and they couldn't help but be suspicious.

Lin Wutao didn't care, at this time pointed to a few small yellow croakers in the clear stream, and explained: "This fish is called 'Yellow Parrot', and every year it swims up from the sea water to the river, and digs a pit under the big rock in the river to lay eggs. This item is also a rare delicacy in the palace, and it is the best when it is three fingers wide, and its taste is incomparably delicious, and it is most suitable for steaming with shredded ginger. You see, although these fish are only two fingers wide, they are really rare, the meat is slightly tender, but the umami taste is not reduced. ”

Seeing a little gray beast that looked like a rabbit and a rat came out of the grass, Lin Wutao continued to explain: "This is a 'rat porpoise', don't look at its big head and small neck, short limbs and tailless, it looks strange! This is a fat and fragrant meat, peel off the fur, there is still a lot of meat on the body!"

Before he could say that, a colorful pheasant stopped on the other side of the stream, and Lin Wutao just wanted to speak.

Seeing that he was sitting on Tonglu's lap and explained so that he unintentionally touched his back to Tonglu's chest and didn't know it, the hairy prince who was sitting on Tonglu's lap was about to fall backwards at this moment, and in a hurry, Yi Yayi flicked his fingers, and a green leaf flew out and shot down the pheasant standing on the branch. The wild pheasant kicked his legs and flapped his wings, and he died in Huangquan.

Yi Liyi was so bad at the scene, Tonglu suddenly became angry, and rolled up his sleeves to clean him up.

The little prince suddenly jumped up and clapped his hands, crossed the creek with a fart, and brought back the wild pheasant that had been cut off from life, "Brother Yi's hand picking and flying knife is really a good skill, we have roast chicken to eat! I heard that this wild pheasant meat is firm, and it is more delicious than ordinary poultry. ”

Kiryu immediately understood and held back a smile. No wonder this child always mentions the food in the palace, presumably because he is afraid of following this wood master to eat fast and eat steamed buns, it is rare to meet ordinary people, and he is embarrassed to mention it, so he uses all the words on the side to knock on the side, it is really "well-intentioned"!

When I thought of the children who were accustomed to eating delicacies, and now I picked up an extremely ordinary wild pheasant, I was so happy, Tong Lu's heart was sour, and she took the wild pheasant and went to the side to wash and clean up. and ordered Yi Yayi to kill all the little yellow croakers, and the stupid "ratpoise" also suffered!

Tonglu cooked wild pheasants and porpoises with her own hands, and steamed a few small yellow croakers wrapped in bay leaf mud. A lot of cassava is also dug up for staple food, and the wild fruits and mushrooms collected are used for seasoning.

The scene of the chaotic cooking did not happen at this time, and the two Tianzong who saw Yi Liyi and Tianzong, who were silent and concentrating on carving the head of a camphor tree after sitting down, were as surprised as if they had seen a ghost in the daytime.

Lin Wutao, the little prince of Yincha Kingdom, who didn't know the reason, was full of expectations, and Master Mu meditated unmoved.

The result did not disappoint Lin Wutao, the three dishes were just right, charred and delicious, and the cassava charcoal grilled as the staple food was wrapped in a layer of wet soil, and the tapioca meat was fluffy and fragrant.

The great monk only ate two small cassava, and the amount of food was smaller than that of the young prince and his daughter's Tonglu, and I really don't know how his horizontal meat grows.

After eating and resting, the group set off to start touring the mountains and rivers, the camphor branch carved by Tianzong was just formed, it was a wide but not very long wooden sword, controlled by qi, floating in the air, used to carry Lin Wutao.

The Zhangmu Broadsword was provided by Tianzong with a steady stream of qi to support its suspension and flight, and the main control was removed within the scope of safety, and the control of height and speed was handed over to Lin Wutao. When the little prince got such a playful object, he was so overjoyed that he flew high to touch the branches, and flew close to the ground to pick fresh wild fruits, and if he met one or two dragonflies, or flocks of green-bellied swallows, he was even more energetic, and he always had to chase the little animals until they were exhausted.

At this time, the little prince was carrying a big grasshopper that was desperate to obey, the camphor wood sword was two feet from the ground, and the wide sword body was like flat ground, Lin Wutao squatted down, and his other hand stretched out, about to pick a colorful cup-sized flower.

A few white rays of light suddenly shot out from the depths of the forest!

Every white light is a flying sword with a high-quality texture, and what is given to the flying sword is a pure divine will.

Tianzong didn't have time to turn on the qi machine to drive the broad and thick wooden sword to avoid the flying sword, and at the same time, he was worried that the violent movement of the wooden sword would hurt Lin Wutao. Ignoring the most powerful of them and the extremely strange trajectory of the flying sword, the divine will was tied to himself, and at this time, he moved with his god and flew to save people by stepping on the stream!

Tianzong's conceited body method can enter the top ten in the world, and at this time, in a hurry, it has reached an extraordinary speed, and it is not difficult to save people before the white light that turns into a white firefly.

A rainbow shadow suddenly swept around him, and the stream under his feet was cut off by a brutal force, and the splashing water droplets splashed over, smashing on his face and causing pain.

Only heard the sound of "ding, ding" twice, the flying sword that attacked Lin Wutao and the other flying sword that flew elsewhere were smashed to the ground, and the two swords made of extraordinary iron were crooked and lying in the grass at this moment, and a heroic figure blocked the disaster of killing Lin Wutao.

Master Mu was holding a black iron rod, like a King Kong holding a Zen staff, and there was still no slightest fluctuation of qi on his body, nor any ripples of divine will, he actually used his physical brute force to destroy the two flying swords!

The four "dragon whisker strings" suddenly popped out, and then suddenly retracted, entangled a flying sword that had hidden its whereabouts, but then attacked again, and Tianzong thus searched for the source and captured the black hand behind the hiding in the shadows.

The other two dragon whiskers were like swords and whips, seizing the fleeting opportunity to launch an attack in unison. Helplessly, the man of the sword was extremely experienced, and as soon as the dragon beard was close, he escaped first, and only one dragon beard swept to his left shoulder, bringing out a string of blood flowers. In fact, only a layer of skin was bruised, which was irrelevant to the general trend.

In addition, there were two flying swords, which were shot at Tonglu and Yiya Yi, but they were both stopped.

Kirulo rolled up her cuffs, but she didn't have a chance to do it, and she sulked at her poor skills. Yi Yiyi, who grabbed a sword in one hand and held a sword in both hands, smiled embarrassedly, where did he dare to receive half a credit, he was trapped in this pit in his life.

"Yes!"

Lin Wutao suddenly opened his mouth inexplicably, and said the word short in a soft and clever tone.

Before Tianzong could think about it, the wood master with an astonishing stature had already taken a huge step and galloped wildly.

The path of the wood master is straight, and he does not avoid the tall trees, and the old trees that are decades and hundreds of years old are like rootless stakes, all of them fall down as soon as they are hit, and the broken parts of the trunks are uneven, which proves that they were forcibly broken by a huge force, rather than being cut off first by sharp breath.

The majestic body, like a thousand-pound boulder thrown by a battlefield trebuchet, flew up and smashed into a dense undergrowth of dense trees where people could not be seen. The bushes that could have been used to hide immediately exploded, and several flying swords flew back and forth in the narrow and crowded bushes, and once there was a sound of gold and iron clashing, one of the flying swords was destroyed and turned into scrap metal.

The vines are intertwined to a seamless display, and the low bushes like a green house collapsed, several figures jumped out, and the great monk Mu Master who was splashed with sticky green juice of the branches and leaves clasped his hands together, his eyes closed, and the black iron rod that had broken away from the style of the Zen staff stood three feet in front of him, the ends were slightly larger and the middle was slightly thinner, like the head of the big end of the southern grapefruit, supporting a "corpse" that had not yet died.

The black iron rod lifted him up and hung on his back and lumbar vertebrae, his limbs did not know what great force he had suffered, he had been twisted and deformed, and his chest and abdomen were blurred and rotten into a pile of flesh and blood.

The man's mouth and nose were constantly overflowing with black blood and shattered internal organs, presumably cursing, but unfortunately the pronunciation was blurred and no one could understand it.

Several people around the great monk gritted their teeth, but in the face of Monk Kuiwei, whose eyes were closed tightly and the black iron rod also left, several people still had palpitations and did not dare to take the liberty of stepping forward.

One of them, dressed in a dark and white robe, wearing a purple and gold crown, with a goat's beard, and a face as white as powder, pointed to the three Tianzong people on the other side, and rebuked him sternly: "You and the other three thieves killed me Tang Xi, Cao Kui's nephew and their righteous brothers, the crime is heinous, and it will be difficult to die! Now they have colluded with the scum of Buddhism to teach this thief to hurt my junior brother Qingchen! Persuade you and others to be captured, bow down to the ground, and hope that the Taishang True Monarch will forgive all kinds of sins and karma, and you will have the opportunity to be a cow and a sheep to atone for your sins in the next life!"

Tianzong pondered: "It turned out to be the ancestor of the thirteen hungry wolves in Xijing, it was just in time, you and so on to train such a ruthless thief, presumably it will never be a good person!"

Master Mu silently recited the scriptures, then stretched out his big hand and crushed the head of the dying and struggling "corpse".

The four people from the same sect who witnessed the tragic situation were all a little crazy, and under the atmosphere of their empire's heavy destruction of Buddhism, monks and nuns and other people who were engaged in Buddhism were like ants, which could be killed and humiliated. On the other hand, the status of the Taoist is revered, and if someone dares to resist or even kill the people in the Taoist sect, especially the monks and nuns whose status is lower than that of livestock slaves, it is even more heinous crime.

The young little prince of Yincha is probably used to seeing this kind of bloody scene, and he has no resistance, and even instigated and incited: "Niubi still dares to speak wildly when he is dying, your ancestor Taishang Laojun is Lao Tzu!"

The four of them were stunned for a moment, and then they woke up in shock, and they were ashamed!

"What a thief!" someone sneered angrily. The four swords fired together, and the speed of the flying sword was so fast that it blew up the surrounding void, and the sound of breaking the air had not yet arrived, and the four flying swords were already approaching within a zhang of Lin Wutao.

At the same moment when the flying sword was issued, the red-clothed great monk Master Shangmu shook off the corpse on the black iron rod and ran wildly, and the earth was shaking!

He did not return to the rescue to leave the four of them with a defensive void that they couldn't ask for, but regardless of the life and death of his master, he rushed to an old Taoist priest standing in front of him.

Lao Dao pretended to be calm, and unhurriedly took out the last of the three swords he was carrying behind his back, this "Zhanyang" was more outstanding than the previous two destroyed swords, both in terms of craftsmanship and sword embryos. Sharp and full of spirit. There is enough weight to support the word "immortal".

A green rainbow twisted like a spirit snake, carrying a surging sword qi swept in, and the surging sword qi shattered all the surrounding grass and trees.

The black iron long stick in Master Mu's hand did not have exquisite and changeable moves, but it was just raised and smashed down rudely, and the sound of breaking the air "whirred" sounded, it was the force that dropped ten times!

Qinghong was smashed on the blade of the sword by the black iron rod, and the sword of the sun swayed, and the old Taoist priest who was not eighty or seventy-nine years old came later, and his dry and vigorous five fingers were on the hilt, holding this rare sword in the world. Urge the sword qi and perform tricky swordsmanship to relieve brute force with skillful strength.

On the other side of the battlefield, the six dragon whisker strings from Tianzong's hands danced wildly in the air, weaving a drip-proof copper wall and iron wall, blocking the four flying swords from the outside, and Bao Lin Wutao was not in danger of losing a single hair. The reason why he was able to block the four flying swords so easily with his own strength was related to the fact that Master Mu alone was able to tie the minds of the four people at the same time and could not be distracted and manipulated, and the power of the flying swords was naturally greatly reduced.

Qing Feng took advantage of the trick and did not fall behind for a while, and the other three also abandoned the inconsequential flying sword, drew out the saber with a better material and sword embryo, and threw themselves into the battle.

This group of people are all masters of the God Transformation Realm, and if they don't have a first-grade martial artist, they should be real second-grade martial artists. In any empire, it can compete with the strength of those sects at the end of the first-class level.

They were originally from the same sect, and it would not be a miracle if they went to an overseas island together for the conference held by this White Feather Sword Immortal. It is normal to do it for the sake of the cause of the new realm of martial arts, the White Feather Divine Book.

But to deal with the characters who have been screened layer by layer and have also competed with the White Feather Sword Immortal, how can there be a super first-class master sweeping the finale. Acting as hastily as they did, it simply can't be child's play.

It should be that he was killed by his disciples, and he doesn't know the true realm of these people.

Tianzong put away a few flying swords that had lost control, worried that the Great Monk Master Mu would not be able to support it alone, and it would be difficult to defeat the four swords with one stick, and he had the will to help in the end. The little prince of Yincha, who hovered the thick wooden sword at a high place so that he had the best viewing angle of the battle, ordered with great ambition: "Don't meddle! These little thieves are not to be afraid, and the swordsman who can seriously injure Master Mu must be a sword of a genius like He Chongshu!"

Tianzong was skeptical of what this little baby said, but since he had such confidence in his own guards, it was okay to watch the special martial arts of the great monk for the time being, and if there was a mistake, he could help.

In the hand of the great monk, the two black iron rods that were as big as pomelo at both ends were whirring, and the four people and four swords alternated in turn, and they couldn't suppress the majesty of Master Mu. What is surprising is that there are several swords that cannot be avoided, and they slash at the great monk's body solidly, but the sharp and incomparable edge does not scratch the great monk's body. That thin and bright monk's robe can actually resist the sharp Qingfeng.

A figure was brushed by the side of the black iron rod, but it was still smashed and flew off the ground, and the catkins-like "light" body knocked down three hundred-year-old trees before stopping.

The blue jade crown fell from the sky, causing the middle-aged Taoist priest who was wearing a cloak to have a good look, and he didn't seem to be confused about his age, he angrily spit out a mouthful of blood, and the thin white clouds on his body were like substance, condensing layer by layer into the shape of a lion's head over and over again.

The injury was not serious, but it was a loss of prestige. The cold sword in his hand shook, and the sound of Qingyue sounded, and the middle-aged Taoist priest with good looks and skills spoke out and re-entered the battle.

"Jade Xuan is on top, with rigidity and softness. Tatsumi"

The middle-aged Taoist priest exuded an invincible majestic bearing, and the other three pressed their own qi, changing from mutual support to a pattern supplemented by him.

With the cooperation of the four people, the power has not decreased but increased, but the great monk is also a fearless and invincible domineering road, although the sword qi surging in all directions is like a siege arrow, the great monk is still rushing towards the place where the sword qi is most dense.

The sword qi was as dense as raindrops, and there were almost no gaps to avoid, and although the special material of clothing on his body could withstand one or two, more "arrows" burrowed into his unprotected and exposed body.

Master Mu, who didn't know how to breathe luck and used his breath to condense into a hood, could only let the sharp sword qi cut through his skin. His eyes were closed, and he didn't have the divine will to guide him, so he ran wildly by instinct.

The middle-aged Taoist priest took the opportunity to launch a blow that was full of energy!

I only heard the sound of gold and iron intersecting and the sound of stone pestle pounding garlic paste at the same time, and the next moment, the wind and rain carried by the sword qi subsided.

I saw that the middle-aged Taoist priest and the great monk were in fixed shape, and the middle-aged Taoist priest kept the green blade in his hand to stab the center of the great monk's eyebrows, while the great monk maintained the action of sending the black iron rod to the Taoist priest's chest.

The eyes of the great monk were still closed, and they had never been opened, and his bloodied body and even his eyes were covered in layers of coagulated and dried blood. The face is wooden, or solemn!

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face tightened at this moment, and nearly half of the extremely thick iron rod was sunk into his chest and pierced his back, while the sharp tip of the sword in his hand was only nailed to the center of the great monk's eyebrows, and it was not pierced in the slightest.

The great monk is like a golden Buddha, the golden body shines under the sun, and the blood in the body is golden after flowing out, and it solidifies into an unbreakable barrier when it encounters the wind. How could a middle-aged Taoist priest who was fighting with jade and burning to hand out the most proud sword in his life have ever imagined that there would be a true Buddha in the world?