Since the formation of the Jindan, Qiao Yuan has often competed with Zhan Yao on a sword, and now he is not in the foundation building period, he will only use the Fengyuan Sword to stab.

I saw him rush to Meng Yan's three feet, his whole body's spiritual power surging wildly, and his right hand swung rapidly, dancing the Fengyuan Sword like a lightning dragon.

One after another sword remnants appeared in front of Meng Yan, making his face solemn.

This sword technique alone was enough to make Meng Yan vigilant, and he didn't dare to underestimate Qiao Yuan in the slightest.

He held the flame spear in both hands, flipped it quickly, and swung the spear into a disc, directly blocking the afterimage of the sword that Qiao Yuan swung.

The sonorous sound kept coming out, one with a sword and one with a gun, and for a while from the clouds to the top of the river, and then from the surface of the river to the bottom of the river, setting off a storm of waves.

The two of them didn't look like monks fighting at the moment, but like mortal martial artists competing in martial arts.

However, this style of play has a lot of benefits for Qiao Yuan, he can not only increase his fighting experience, but also constantly improve his swordsmanship.

Half an hour later, Meng Yan's forehead was already sweating, although this kind of fighting consumed not much spiritual power, but it consumed a huge amount of physical strength, if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would be exhausted to death.

Moreover, Meng Yan saw that Qiao Yuan did not have a trace of fatigue on his face, but the more he hit him, the more energetic he became, and a long sword swung faster and attacked more fiercely.

He immediately understood that he was used as a whetstone for refining swordsmanship by this kid, thinking of this, Meng Yan planned to distance himself from Qiao Yuan and use spells to attack.

But Qiao Yuan was unwilling to let go of this opportunity, he was extremely fast, and his body was vigorously entangled, not giving Meng Yan a chance to distance himself at all.

"Hmph! You're not going to have that to do that. ”

Seeing Qiao Yuan's entanglement, Meng Yan was a little annoyed in his heart, and immediately snorted coldly and sneered.

"That's enough to deal with you. ”

Qiao Yuan smiled slightly, and easily retorted back, and at the same time, the sword in his hand swung faster, and it was difficult to even see it with the naked eye.

Meng Yan secretly complained, now he could only concentrate on locking the sword with his divine sense, and he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest.

"Fight!"

After passively resisting a stick of incense like this, the sweat on Meng Yan's forehead became more and more, and he knew that he couldn't drag it out any longer.

He grabbed the flame gun with both hands, struck it upward, and blocked Qiao Yuan's sword, and then without thinking, he directly threw the flame gun towards Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan hurriedly put away his sword, turned sideways and easily avoided the flame gun, and then his right hand flew and stabbed towards Meng Yan again.

Meng Yan took advantage of this short time, regardless of it, the spiritual power of his whole body surged wildly, and his crimson robe actually stirred up without wind.

A hot breath came to his face, Qiao Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he directly swung his sword and stabbed at Meng Yan's chest.

Meng Yan waved his right hand, and his sleeve robe flicked, directly blocking his chest.

With a stabbing thud, a silver thread cut a tiny crack through the robe.

And at this moment, two fire pythons sprang out of Meng Yan's two big sleeves, opened their mouths, and swallowed directly towards Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan had already taken precautions, and at this moment, his sleeves flicked, and the whole person was like a gust of wind, and he quickly withdrew more than ten zhang.

Meng Yan desperately used the fire python technique by being cut with a sword, Qiao Yuan naturally didn't dare to underestimate it, and after distancing himself from him at this moment, he pinched out the seal with both hands and used the wind technique again.

But this time, the two fire pythons were only a little slower in the wind, and there was no problem moving forward.

Meng Yan glanced down at the sleeved robe that had a crack in it, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

This crimson robe is a magic weapon given to him by Huoyun True Monarch that integrates attack and defense, and its defensive power is quite outstanding, and it is difficult to break through ordinary magic weapons at all, but I didn't expect it to be cut open by Qiao Yuan's sword today.

"What is this?"

At this moment, Meng Yan saw a wound on his wrist again, that wound didn't have to be too concerned, but he saw that there was a faint imperceptible wind whirlwind inside the wound.

If it weren't for Meng Yan's cautious personality and sweeping it with his divine sense, he would have really ignored the past.

There was no time to delve deeper at the moment, so he immediately mobilized some spiritual power to wrap all the wind whirlpools on the wound.

These things are a long story, but from the time Meng Yan threw out the flame gun to the time when the two of them distanced themselves, it was only a short moment.

Qiao Yuan glanced at the slowing down fire python, didn't bother to pay attention to it, and directly bypassed it at an extremely fast speed, and swung the Fengyuan Sword again with his right hand, attacking towards Meng Yan.

Meng Yan finally got rid of Qiao Yuan, and naturally he didn't dare to let him get close anymore, and at this moment, while quickly retreating, his hands quickly pinched out the seal.

After a while, a large area of fiery red clouds emerged around Meng Yan's body, and a tyrannical and hot aura emanated from the clouds, which could make people feel great pressure from afar.

Qiao Yuan hurriedly stopped the attack, his face showed a solemn look, and the fire cloud actually gave him a hint of danger.

"This person has a lot of means, and his magic weapons are extraordinary. ”

Qiao Yuan sighed secretly in his heart, and decided not to use this person to hone his swordsmanship anymore, so as not to have many dreams at night.

He withdrew dozens of zhang in a row, and as soon as his mind moved, a trace of moon power hidden in his body gushed out along his fingertips.

Then Qiao Yuan's mind came up with the scene of Yuechan performing the Crane Secret Technique, his hands moved slowly, and he pinched out a half-moon-shaped seal very elegantly.

At this moment, Qiao Yuan's body was already surrounded by a rich moon-white mist, and with his snow-white clothes, Qiao Yuan's whole person didn't look like a mortal person, like an immortal from the sky.

I think that if there is a female cultivator here, even if you are not moved by his appearance, your heart will be fluttering because of his temperament.

"What is this?"

Junyun, who had been watching the battle from a distance, looked moved at this moment, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he could see that Qiao Yuan was not casting a spell urged by spiritual power.

It didn't take long for those moon-white mist to slowly gather together, turning into a crane with red feathers and white feathers, flying straight towards Meng Yan.

At the same time, Meng Yan let out a low shout, and as the fire clouds condensed around him rolled and surged, they quickly floated towards Qiao Yuan.

In an instant, the immortal crane collided with the fire cloud, the crane was only one zhang in size, but the fire cloud was ten zhang in radius, and in an instant, the crane was completely engulfed.

"Carving insect skills!"

Meng Yan sneered, and then waved his big sleeves forward, directly fanning the fire cloud towards Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan stopped in place, motionless, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

If the Crane Secret Technique was so easy to break, he wouldn't have used the Urging Moon Fan to resist it at the beginning.

Sure enough, in just a few breaths, the tumbling and surging fire cloud slowly subsided, and then I saw that the ten-zhang fire cloud slowly shrank to five zhang.

"This ...... How is this possible?"

Meng Yan's eyes widened suddenly, and his face showed disbelief.

But at this moment, the fire cloud shrank by two feet, and became only three feet in size, as if something was devouring the fire cloud in it.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Qiao Yuan's mouth, a purple light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then under the shock of that Meng Yan, he instantly came to his side.

Meng Yan saw that Qiao Yuan, who was still dozens of zhang away just now, suddenly appeared in front of him, like the teleportation of a Yuan Infant Cultivator.

The pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, and before he could retreat, he met Qiao Yuan's flashing purple eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that his heart was booming, the heavens and the earth changed, and he actually returned to the Valley of the Fire Wind.

"Hallucinations?"

Meng Yan chuckled in his heart, and immediately bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, stimulating himself to wake up quickly.

It's a pity that before he came to his senses, he saw a white silk thread appear in the sky, which instantly wrapped around his waist.

Heaven and earth changed again, Fire Wind Valley disappeared, and Meng Yan was still standing on top of the rolling river, but now his arm was clasped by Qiao Yuan.

"You!"

Meng Yan shouted angrily, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he was about to release flames, but when the sleeve robe blew by, it only fanned a breeze, and there was no trace of flame at all.

"I ...... What about my cultivation?"

Meng Yan was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened, his face showed a look of horror, and he lost his voice in disbelief.

"Huh...... Meng Daoyou, your cultivation was naturally sealed by me. ”

The corners of Qiao Yuan's mouth raised slightly, and he said in a light tone, as if sealing his cultivation was just an extremely easy thing.

These words fell into Meng Yan's ears, almost making him spurt out a mouthful of blood in anger.

Now that Meng Yanxiu has been sealed, he can't mobilize his spiritual power, and he is no different from a mortal, if Qiao Yuan lets go, he will fall headlong into the desert river.

At that time, I am afraid that he will become the first Jindan stage monk in the cultivation realm to be drowned.

Thinking of this, Meng Yan lowered his head, held back his anger, and said in a deep voice.

"Fellow Daoist, if you can let Meng Mou go of the horse, today's matter, Meng Mou promises that he will never be held accountable, and he will also give a generous gift of thanks. ”

Meng Yan believed that since Qiao Yuan had captured him, he still had some concerns, so he could talk about the conditions.

"What kind of gift can compare to Meng Daoyou. ”

Qiao Yuan turned his head to look at Meng Yan, with a harmless gentle smile on his face, and said softly.

"You...... What do you mean?"

As soon as the anger in Meng Yan's eyes ignited, he forcibly suppressed it.

"It's not interesting, it's just that I've been away for many years, and I'm still a little embarrassed to return to the sect empty-handed. ”

The smile on Qiao Yuan's face was even worse, and he seemed to be in an extremely good mood, so he said a few more words to Meng Yan.

When Meng Yan heard this, a breath of anger blocked his chest, and he directly opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

He is a monk of the Jindan period, and he has the protection of his grandfather in the Yuan Infant period on his head, not to mention in the Valley of the Fire Wind, even in the Nine Seal Kingdom, he is also a figure with a head and a face, but now he is used as a gift to please the elders, how can he swallow this breath.

"Meng Daoyou, I am so angry that I will not take your life in the future. ”

Qiao Yuan still smiled brightly, and persuaded lightly.

Qiao is far from a person who loves to kill, he has no grievances with this person, but his position is different, there is no need to kill, he just needs to hand it over to the sect.

Besides, there was also a Yuan Infant Monk on this person's head, and Qiao Yuan really didn't need to offend a Yuan Infant Monk to death as soon as he came back, so it wouldn't do him any good.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with Meng Yan anymore, as soon as Qiao Yuan's right hand was forced, his eyes turned black and he completely fainted.

"Huh...... , Brother Junyun, I don't know if you can see enough?"

Qiao Yuan carried Meng Yan like a little chicken, and came to Junyun in a blink of an eye, and said with a slight smile.

"I haven't seen it for more than ten years, I didn't expect Brother Qiao's strength to be so strong, Junyun admires it. ”

Junyun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and smiled with his fists.

Although the battle just now took a long time, Qiao Yuan was practicing swordsmanship before, and he did not show all his strength, and the moment that really decided the battle was when Qiao Yuan appeared in front of Meng Yan like a teleport.

At that moment, even he didn't see clearly how Qiao Yuan crossed the distance of dozens of zhang and appeared in front of Meng Yan in an instant.

Thinking of this, Junyun couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, if he had just changed places with Meng Yan, I am afraid it would be difficult to react.

"Brother Junyun has won the award. ”

Because Qiao Yuan was holding Meng Yan in his hand, he couldn't return the salute with his fists, so he just smiled humbly.

After speaking, the two of them didn't talk nonsense, and directly turned into Changhong and galloped towards the sandbank.