No matter what the explanation is, in Shen Xingluo's opinion, it is an excuse to cover up, Zhao Chunyang has no way to take out a magic weapon and hand it to her: "Alas, I admit that I shouldn't have calculated you, this is my apology." ”

Shen Xingluo saw that it was a whistling snail. The Whistling Snail is a snail made from the shell of a sea monster curly snail, and once it blows, the surrounding air will rush forward, forming a kind of coercion on the enemy surrounded by monstrous waves.

Shen Xingluo unceremoniously took the Xiaoyin snail and snorted coldly: "Even if you still have a conscience, the next time you have such a calculation of me, it will not be so easy to speak, I will definitely tell the master." ”

Zhao Chunyang's face twitched, but he couldn't help but speak. His current face is still the face of a middle-aged man in his forties, in fact, he is only in his 500s this year, and with his Jindan stage cultivation, he can completely appear in front of people as a young man in his twenties.

He has always maintained his current appearance not because he likes this, but because he has a junior sister named Shen Xingluo.

Every time the senior brother and sister fight wits and courage, and they can't take advantage of it, Shen Xingluo will run to the master to complain, the master feels sorry for the young apprentice, and the chief teacher will indiscriminately criticize him as a senior brother, and even punish him physically.

Later, in order to reduce the intensity of his punishment, Zhao Chunyang had an idea, and changed into a face of more than forty faces, with a sad face, and a vicissitudes of life stood in front of the Taoist monarch.

Li Fei Daojun stared at his face for a long time, as if his conscience had found it, sighed deeply, waved his hand and did not punish him, so Zhao Chunyang enjoyed his life with such a look.

Because whenever he uses this appearance to teach Shen Xingluo a lesson, there will be an inexplicable appearance of an elder from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Chunyang's flying magic weapon was a square seal, only the size of a fist, with a lifelike Vermilion Bird carved on it. After throwing it out, the square seal grew in the wind, and slowly grew into the size of two houses.

When the square seal becomes larger, you can clearly see that the wings of the Suzaku on it are folded together, forming a semi-enclosed house.

Shen Xingluo jumped up, spontaneously and consciously chose a wind vent, and sat down cross-legged. Lu Yaozhi also quickly chose a windshield and sat down.

Zhao Chunyang nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Xiang'er mistakenly thought that only the wind shield was a place where people could sit, so she also chose a wind shield to sit down, and sat down cross-legged like Shen Xingluo.

"Silly girl. Shen Xingluo smiled and shook his head, "Sit in the back." ”

"Why, senior sister, are you all sitting here?"

"Your cultivation is not enough, the wind here is fierce, like a sword, and your body can't bear it. When your cultivation is enough to build a layer of defense on your body with spiritual power, you can sit here. ”

It turned out that they didn't have to sit here like this, but so that they could cultivate better.

Shen Xingluo and Lu Yaozhi are both the leaders of the next generation of Xuanxiao Sect, and they are both the beloved disciples of the Yuanying Cultivator, and the people in the sect are all very flattering and protecting, so even if they go out to practice, there are very few opportunities to really go into battle in person.

It's just that the potential of monks is often stimulated when people are forced to the last line, and in order to be able to better cultivate, they will always choose the most spiritual cultivation method, so that after the spiritual power in the body is emptied when resisting the outside world, the effect of cultivating again will be much better.

Xiang'er silently sat in the most sheltered place, but she secretly swore in her heart that she would definitely be like her senior brothers and sisters, not giving up any opportunity to cultivate, and strive to improve her cultivation as quickly as possible.

Zhao Chunyang's purpose this time is in the depths of the cloud barren Daze. They flew on the flying magic weapon for about two or three days, looking down, from plains to low hills, and from low hills to deep mountains and old forests.

Finally in the evening of the third day, Zhao Chunyang said to Xiang'er with a solemn expression: "The front is the Black Water Swamp, little junior sister, you don't have any cultivation for the time being, I hope you can avoid it in my magic weapon first." ”

In the past two days, Xiang'er listened to their popularization and knew that the Black Water Swamp was deep in the Cloud Desolation Daze. Coming and going with people, the monks are about to use it as a trampled outskirts in their own back garden, which is full of dangers, poisonous insects, fierce beasts, ghosts and demons and plants that make people unguardable.

Xiang'er was quite surprised when she heard this, she thought that her senior brother brought her over, just like the senior sister took her out before, to take a look, as if she was going out for an outing.

Seeing Zhao Chunyang's serious and solemn face at this moment, her little head, which had always been comfortable, suddenly tightened a string called "danger".

"Senior brother, you won't be in danger. Her hand involuntarily dominated the edge of Suzaku's wings.

"It's just that there is danger that will let you avoid it," Zhao Chunyang said, "but it's not a big deal, it's just that there are a lot of monks who have come to hear the wind this time, and people are unpredictable, so we must be just in case." ”

There are human traffickers in the mortal world who specialize in abducting and selling children, and there is no shortage of such people in the immortal cultivation world, even crazier than mortals.

They will pick children with good bones and qualifications and sell them to those in need to make stoves. The fate of these furnaces is generally very cruel, not only their own cultivation is to make wedding clothes for them, but more of them have become the playthings of the monks, and the end is miserable.

This time, Zhao Chunyang and Mu Di only planned to take Shen Xinglu, and unexpectedly there was another Lu Yaozhi Xiang'er. Lu Yaozhi is okay, he still has some ability to protect himself against some monks, but Xiang'er only has the share of being slaughtered by others.

They are here to seek opportunities, not to take care of children, so only when Xiang'er's safety is determined first, they have no worries.

"Oh. Xiang'er drooped her little face, a little frustrated, she thought she could grow more knowledge, but she didn't expect to be imprisoned in the magic weapon by her senior brother.

Shen Xingluo, who had received the credit, saw her listless appearance and knew what she was thinking, so he walked over and squeezed her hand, and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother's magic weapon has a perspective function, as long as you are willing, you can see what's going on outside at any time?"

After Xiang'er was stunned, she could only sigh that it was really a magic weapon, and this was all right.

In the sky not far away, from time to time, various colors of spiritual light slipped like meteors, and the further you went, the more there were.

Lu Yaozhi's eyes flashed with eagerness, and he urged, "Senior brother, hurry up." ”

Zhao Chunyang nodded, stretched out his hand, and with a flash of inspiration on the emerald green wrench finger on his hand, Xiang'er disappeared from the spot out of thin air.

At this moment, a yellow aura flew towards them in the distance.