Chapter 54

Section after section, thousands of schools save thousands of leaves. I don't bloom, I don't tease bees and butterflies.

When he was a child, the old Taoist Li Daniu often nagged these few words in Xu Xiaoxian's ear that were not amazing.

The boy wrote it down, but he just wrote it down, and he didn't know which poet the poem came from, or if the master Li Daniu nagged casually.

The old Taoist Li Da Niu said: Bamboo has no distractions, willing to be lonely, she does not seek to reach the forest, does not admire the lively mountains, thousands of years have passed, but finally become this sea-like climate.

......

Southeast Peak.

Bamboo and the world of bamboo.

Bulao Cave Xu Xiaoxian played against Babel Tower Sun Shushen, and the arena was on the southeast peak of Zhuhai.

The southeast peak is crowded with people.

Almost sixty percent of the monks gathered in Baopu Mountain.

Hug Pushan Babel Tower, Lost Tree Flower Mirror, almost all the second generation of disciples gathered.

Only the three generations of disciples of Pushan were nowhere to be found.

The female sword immortal Chixia, who had entered the Great Immortal, heard that she had gone to the Great Kunlun of Xiniu Hezhou.

The master of the Immortal Cave, Su Liuchan, and the old Taoist Li Daniu, no one knew where they went.

Is it possible that the vein of the immortal cave is going to weaken its momentum?

It's hard to figure out.

Fantastic.

In this match, Chu Ruyi, the master of Pushan and the head of the Great Changsheng Yijiazi, personally supervised the battle.

Fairy Chu sat on a leaf of plantain, suspended in the air, overlooking the entire southeast peak, and every subtle movement of the entire arena was believed to be in the mastery of Chu Zhangjiao in the middle of the merger.

The four Dharma Protector Elders are hidden in the four directions of the bamboo forest.

The rules of the battle formation are still the same.

If one party admits defeat, the fight stops, and if someone blindly begs for death, she doesn't care. If someone interferes with the fighting array, act according to the eternal rules of Baopu Mountain for thousands of years.

Pick its original god, light the immortal lamp, and apologize for the patriarch's hall.

......

The green-robed prince Sun Shushen was standing on a big stone, and the green robe, green sword, and green boots had already been integrated into this bamboo sea.

Sun Shushen was holding a jasper dragon sword, carrying a golden scissors on his back, his empty left sleeve floated in the wind, he had no joy or sorrow, just looked at Xu Xiaoxian who was leaning on a bamboo forest a hundred zhang away.

Xu Xiaoxian stood under the bamboo.

The autumn wind is bleak, like thousands of horses and thousands of troops in front of the battle.

The bamboo sea is churning, Xu Xiaoxian does not have the artistic conception of the bamboo sea listening to the waves, the autumn wind is whistling in his ears, the bamboo leaves are rattling, Xu Xiaoxian looked at the green-robed prince Sun Shushen, and there is only one word in his heart.

Anger.

It's not that the crown is angry, but the anger of the husband.

It's like the anger of a painter.

I like to paint bluegrass, and I am angry about painting bamboo.

The brushwork must be clean, neat, and refreshing, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, very similar to the kind of emotion in anger. Using this brushwork to paint bamboo and fighting against the storm and rain makes it even more obvious that the bamboo is rather unbent, upright and unyielding, and iron-clad.

The boy is not upright, the boy is not majestic, the boy has iron bones.

Before it was refined, let alone recognized the master, the cloud dragon spear was inserted next to a green bamboo.

The green-robed prince Sun Shushen, the immortal cave Xu Xiaoxian, the two looked at each other from afar.

The green-robed prince Sun Shushen opened his mouth to break the silence, his voice low but clear, filling the entire arena, perhaps not just to say it to a specific person.

"Xu Xiaoxian, mortals are lazy.

In just a few dozen spring and autumn periods, whether it is an emperor or a general, everyone is in fame and fortune, life and death.

In the end, thousands of achievements, thousands of family wealth, and children and grandchildren will gradually drift away with that silver thread, into the loess, and turn into dust.

Cultivators cultivate the way of heaven, saying that they follow the sky, and their state of mind is cultivated, but who dares to say that they have abandoned the seven emotions and six desires?

It's not detached.

Those things between you and me start from the ten-mile peach orchard and end at the southeast peak.

I advise you to let go of your obsession and go all out.

You win to survive. ”

Xu Xiaoxian habitually pursed his lips, did not refute, did not respond, took out the cloud dragon spear, and dragged the gun.

Move forward.

Walking very slowly, it's like climbing a mountain.

One step at a time.

One hundred and eight acupoints in the whole body, the qi is abundant, a touch of purple qi lingers between the eyebrows, and the qi in the body runs on its own according to the fourth pair of qi operation diagram of "Dragon Swallowing Water".

Every time Xu Xiaoxian took a step, a trace of air flow would condense around his body, and the air flow would condense into a dragon scroll in a mysterious way.

Xu Xiaoxian walked eighty-one steps, and there was a green tornado with a diameter of two zhang, which followed him like a shadow.

The green-robed prince Sun Shushen looked at the young man who came with a spear in tow, his expression was flat, he stuck the jasper dragon sword on the ground, and knotted and tightened the empty sleeve of his left arm with one hand.

Then, the green light flickered, and a dragon groaned.

The jasper dragon sword is sonorous out of the body.

Sun Shushen held the sword in one hand, staggered his steps, and the golden pill on the road platform of the Huangting Palace was running at high speed, and the true yuan of the whole body was restless, surging in the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the green Taoist robe embroidered with yin and yang pisces was drumming.

Xu Xiaoxian suddenly quickened his pace, and gradually a phantom appeared behind him, and the larger and larger land tornado was still shadowy.

The green-robed prince Sun Shushen raised his sword to hedge, neither fast nor slow.

In the blink of an eye.

Meet at close quarters.

The jade dragon sword in the hand of the green-robed boy turned into a green dragon and roared past.

broke through the land tornado with a scale of nearly six zhang, and hit Xu Xiaoxian's chest firmly.

Where Xu Xiaoxian's chest was hit by the dragon's energy, a black halo swayed, and it was fleeting.

Xu Xiaoxian was hit by the green dragon and retreated again and again, retreating a hundred zhang in a row, and after his feet fell to the ground, he was still rushed back by Yu Wei for nearly ten zhang.

Leave a furrow left behind by the backward movement of the legs.

Three feet deep.

Shocking.

The power of the sword of the green-robed prince Sun Shushen was terrifying, first slackened by the land tornado nearly thirty percent of his strength, and then by Xu Xiaoxian's tungsten gold armor, he was slackened by sixty percent of his strength, and only one percent of his power still repelled Xu Xiaoxian more than a hundred zhang.

Meanwhile.

The moment the green dragon broke through the land tornado, the cloud dragon spear in Xu Xiaoxian's hand came out of his hand and went straight to the green-robed prince Sun Shushen.

A little chill rose, and then the gun shot out like a dragon.

Unfortunately, it did not work.

The cloud dragon spear, a divine soldier that has not yet been refined, seems to be like a dragon and unstoppable, but it was lightly inserted into the arena by Sun Shushen with the jasper dragon sword.

Didn't stir up a speck of dust.

The two-foot six-foot cloud dragon spear has only three feet of the tail of the spear exposed to the ground.

Only tentative hand-to-hand.

Xu Xiaoxian seems to be overwhelmed.

Sun Shushen, the green-robed prince who obviously had nearly ninety percent of the upper hand, looked at the bare-handed young man who was hundreds of feet away, and his expression was unbelievably dignified.

Sun Shushen's brows tightened, the jasper dragon sword roared into the blue sky, he pinched the trick with one hand, stepped on the seven stars, and soared.

That jasper sword, that green robe.

Skyrocket.

Into the clouds.

Ascend another three hundred zhang.

Return.

As soon as a nearly fifty-foot jasper dragon poked its head out of the clouds, it swooped down with the momentum of the Milky Way.

Fast enough to tear the air apart.

As soon as the green light came into view, it was in front of me.

When Jasper Youlong swallowed Xu Xiaoxian in one gulp, he didn't seem to react yet.

When the arena was knocked out of a huge hole with a radius of thirty zhang, the loud noise had not yet sounded.

Bang!

A deafening loud bang was like thunder on the ground, and the waves of air rushed into the sky.

Shatter the clouds and turn them into bean-sized raindrops.

There was a loud bang.

The green-robed boy, a green robe, a green sword, and a pair of green boots fell from the sky.

He let the rain fall on him.

Like a jasper deity.

Like a green-robed god.

Like a dragon calling for wind and rain.

Overlooking all beings.