Chapter Forty-Eight: Deceiving Me Too Much (Seeking Motivation Part 3)
The Dharma plate is square, with a large circle engraved on it, and all kinds of strange-shaped symbols and words in the circle are densely packed, crisscrossing in dozens of well-organized horizontal and vertical lines, and the center is a yin and yang Taiji pattern.
"Hmph, as I expected, it's really a vulgar class. The person who came looked at the unresponsive magic disk in his hand, and then glanced at Long Fang and said secretly.
"Brother Tai is from Dongchuan?" said Long Yiyi, and ran to the person who came and hugged his fist and asked. After a few months of wandering here, exploring alone and looking for a way out, he finally saw the same kind at this moment, how could he not let him be ecstatic in his heart, and now he could go home.
The person who came didn't say a word, just looked at Long Fang coldly, Long Fang was slightly stunned, and gradually calmed down his excitement, because he faintly felt that there seemed to be a trace of killing intent in the air. This is a new discovery after he has been constantly consolidating the dantian qi sea in his body recently, and he basically relied on his eyes, ears and nose to understand the external situation before, but now once there is a difference within three zhang, he can find out the general situation by just induction.
Long Fang looked at the person again, dressed in a blue five-element gossip robe, with a handful of silver-white dust, his face was also young, just a trace of coldness, his eyes were cold, and he always felt that he couldn't get close to a good person, and in addition, the situation in this Illusory Desert Sand Sea was so bad and dangerous, how did this guy get in? Mortals and monks, is it ...... This person is Ding Qi from the Western Regions, and the other two, Le Lan and Yan Yu, don't know where they are now.
"You're the kid who poached the 'Wind Grass' in the Desert?"
Long Fang was slightly shocked in his heart, and he guessed a few points in his heart, it turned out that he had already been discovered.
"A mere mortal, you can actually break through the sea of sand hundreds of miles in the Phantom Desert, your luck is really not ordinarily good, otherwise you have good things on your body, which one do you say I should believe?" Ding Qi looked at Long Fang with a wicked smile.
"Senior, what does this mean?" Long Fang's face sank slightly, and then another question came to mind, this place is full of vitality, and the beasts have all cultivated spirituality, and there must be extraordinary things. And the population is extinct, isn't it a good place to rob homes and kill people.
"Hand over everything you're on, and then you're good to go. A spiritual pressure that only a monk had suddenly came out, quickly surging towards the dragon side. Ding Qi got straight to the point, straight to the point, he didn't have time to spend time on a mortal fetus, these months have been a lot of harvest here, not only the beast demon killed a few, some precious materials have also been found a lot, after a long delay here, I don't know which treasure will be the first to go. In the past two months, I have already met three or four fellow Daoists, and if it weren't for the early warning of the Spirit Fixing Law Disk in my hand, I don't know how many times I would have fought hard.
Long Fang was suddenly pushed out by a huge momentum, and flew backwards suddenly, his heart was horrified, and he hurriedly ran his whole body, 'Hey', a thousand catties fell to the ground, and he took three or four steps back before stopping his body, and his anger rose in his heart, and his face was extremely gloomy.
"Hey? I really have some ability, in the past, mortal tires flew far away and rolled a few times. Ding Qi was slightly surprised.
"Could it be that all monks who have attained enlightenment are as unbearable as Your Excellency?" Long Fang stared at Ding Qi, his voice cold.
"Have you ever heard of the word 'law'? After speaking, Ding Qi took the magic plate, shook the dust with his right hand, and the silver filaments became straight to the dragon side, and dozens of silver threads spit out, and rolled towards the dragon side indefinitely. Long Fang's eyes lit up, the dusty silver filament was no more than two feet, but at this moment, he crossed a distance of five or six zhang and wrapped around himself, the spell was really magical, and his eyes were opened! The thought flashed, but he didn't dare to be careless in his heart, and hurriedly kicked the ground with his feet and jumped up.
Hmph! Knowing that you will be like this, stupid common sense mistakes. Ding Qi snorted coldly, pinched his left technique, and the silver filament continued to wrap up, approaching the dragon fang, which had already soared three feet in the air. Long Fang's heart sank, this thing can still be used like this, the magic of the Dao method is indeed far comparable to that of an extraordinary fetus. "I'm up-" both hands turned into palms and slapped down, a wave of qi pressed straight down, and the body used the force to go up two zhang, the air pressure made the silver silk pause slightly but failed to stop the upward trend, which was also expected by the dragon side. 'Choking', the long sword in his hand, his wrist shook, and the half-foot sword spat out, I slashed!
A sword qi flew down, blinking an eye and touching the silver filament, and a piercing friction sound came out, and a few silver filaments actually fell. Ding Qi hurriedly dragged it back, glanced at the dust, a trace of distressed expression, and turned to stare at the long sword in Long Fang's hand, the long sword was shining but not spiritual, it could actually cut my silver filament, it was absolutely extraordinary.
"Hehe, this sword was also given to me by a senior. Long Fang knew the other party's mind with a sweep.
"What's his name?"
"The juniors really don't know!"
"Then let's stay!" "I don't need it myself, it's also a good thing to reward it to the next generation in the door." Ding Qi spread his left hand, his lips squirmed a few times, his palm shimmered with golden light, and a two-inch-long knife appeared, and then smiled contemptuously at Long Fang.
"Go!" The knife disappeared in a flash, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of the dragon side, Long Fang's heart was shocked, what the hell is this? The long sword hurriedly stood up, and there was a soft sound of 'ding', Long Fang's hands were numb, and the knife was slightly deviated, and it flew by the sideburns on Long Fang's right sideburns, and a few strands of black silk fell, and a chill struck, which scared Long Fang. This inconspicuous little thing is so powerful, it is simply incredible, and he immediately calmed down and cheered up. There was another soft 'ding' sound, and Long Fang's shirt on his left shoulder was cut through an inch-long opening, making him gasp.
"Look for death!" Ding Qi was furious, he didn't expect this kid to be so difficult, if he encountered such a situation before he stepped into the avenue, he would have died a long time ago, how could a mere mortal fetus compete with a spirit weapon.
"Long-", before the words fell, a burst of spiritual light flashed by the flying knife that was knocked off by the dragon side, and the aura was turbulent, soaring to more than a foot long, and at the same time, a sharp intent faintly pressed. Long Fang's pupils shrank, this is over, I thought that this knife was a hidden weapon, but at this moment I realized that it was the treasure used by those monks, how could it be the enemy?
Ding Qi was mobilizing his spiritual power to control the flying knife, wanting to split the dragon into two and kill and seize the treasure, but he felt the sound of breaking the air from behind him, and it was too late to turn around, so he had to rush forward, and with a movement of two fingers, the flying knife shot back to meet him. There was no golden sound of metal handover, but Ding Qi's body trembled, and his face twitched, because he had already turned around and saw his spiritual weapon falling to the ground, and the induction between himself and the spiritual weapon was already nothing, and a strange figure with a black robe and a black mask standing where he had just stood foot, holding a ruler-long black short stick in his hand.