Thank you to the god of books, the sky, the stars, the cigarettes, the other life, the twins, the starry sky, the god of reading, Sagittarius, jjean, Wushang, wqereq, by the heart, the night shadow, and the tip for hitting your little dd. Thanks to Chenchen CC12 for the two thousand rewards, become a disciple. Thanks to the 5,888 reward of the wind @ heirs, he became a deacon.

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Sunset.

The night is getting dark, and everything is silent, and it is a peaceful scene.

Qingqiu Xianfang.

Outside one shop, it was crowded with fanatical monks. Their fiery eyes stared at the two spirit grasses on the board. That look, like an erotic maniac who hasn't touched a woman for ten years, seems to be able to rush up in the next second and snatch the spirit grass. But the black-robed monk sitting cross-legged behind the spiritual grass discouraged the monks!

The faint coercion fully revealed his strength, and the Qi Refining Great Perfection!

The Great Consummation of Qi Refining, the number one master in the Qingqiu Immortal Cultivation Realm within a radius of five hundred miles, is second only to the Qingqiu Daoist and the Lingxu Sect Master. His eyelids drooped, and he didn't seem to put everything in his eyes, and that kind of master's bearing made Shen An a little envious. Shen Anxin thought, "Indifferent, cold and arrogant, with a high level of cultivation and a rich net worth! Tsk, he is simply rich and handsome in the endless land! If only I had his temperament, money, and cultivation." ”

After observing the mysterious monk deeply, Shen An turned to look at the spirit grass.

The rhizome is as thin as a hair, like the purest aura. The leaves are delicate and clear, and the aura is faintly visible. The faint fragrance of orchid and musk deer filled the air, making Shen An couldn't help but be a little intoxicated.

Second-order lower grade spirit grass!

It's extraordinary!

When Shen An's desire was rising, many monks made bids one after another.

The Mystic Monk's two inferior spirit grasses have no reserve price, but everyone knows their price. It is about 5,400 first-order lower grade spirit stones to 6,000 pieces, and if it exceeds this price, it can be regarded as a big loss for the seller. Xiong Fangyuan obviously knew the bottom line of everyone's psychology, and as if he was confident, he directly and arrogantly shouted out the price of six thousand spirit stones.

Suddenly, the audience was shocked!

"Whew! It seems that Xiong Fangyuan is determined to win!"

"Arrogant, it's just too arrogant! Don't give us a chance at all!"

"Six thousand spirit stones, it's a bit worthless, Xiong Fangyuan's appearance, it's obviously a must-get, let him go, don't fight for him!"

"Hmph, the second-order lower grade spirit grass is just an appetizer, let's wait and see, what kind of treasure is next!"

Monks, there was a lot of talk.

After a full minute, no one made any more offers, and the mysterious monk and Xiong Fangyuan did not communicate. Two second-order lower grade spirit grasses floated in front of Xiong Fangyuan, and six thousand spirit stones floated in front of the mysterious monk. The spiritual sense of both sides was swept away, and the goods were inspected. Xiong Fangyuan was very respectful to the mysterious monk, and from the mouth of the Qingqiu Daoist, he knew that the mysterious monk was not ordinary.

Gotta befriend!

In Shen An's eyes, there was nothing else, only two second-order low-grade spirit grasses, which they couldn't wait to plunder immediately. He didn't dare to rob the cultivator of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, Xiong Fangyuan was not taken seriously.

However, if Xiong Fangyuan is killed now, it will definitely cause a chain reaction. Fang Ao and Qingqiu Daoren were both difficult to entangle, and Shen An did not dare to take risks.

Silently waiting, waiting for An Qijin to arrive.

The night was hazy.

The jade rabbit poured mercury-like moonlight from the sky, and a yellow light was very conspicuous among the hazy mountains.

"I can't escape anymore, and if I escape again, I will enter the realm of the half-step Spirit Mountain. Fang Ao has a grudge against her husband, I can't affect him. An Qijin's heart gradually sank. Simply thirty miles away from the half-step spirit mountain, he pressed the sword light. Looking at the night sky with a calm face, the black light that was deeper than the night, and the demonic aura that permeated his body.

"Why don't you keep running, do you want to be caught and beg me to forgive you?" Fang Ao sneered, his expression was cold, "That's impossible! You know that mysterious Earth Spirit Root Monk! With this, even if you kneel down and lick my boots and let me spare you, it's impossible! I will peel off your skin and give them a quilt, and use your virgin blood as wine to sacrifice the heavenly spirits of my three younger brothers!"

"Three younger brothers?" An Qijin was a little surprised in his heart, "No wonder, Fang Ao only has a strong demon Chen Fengning by his side, it turns out that everyone else has been killed by her husband!"

Brush! Brush!

Seventeen streams of light fell from the sky, each exuding abundant qi. The weakest is also the third layer, most of them are the fourth layer of qi refining, and one of them is the fifth layer of qi refining, which is Chen Fengning, a powerful demon who has recently cultivated to be refined.

Eighteen people and one person, facing each other from afar. Which is stronger and which is weak, you can see it at a glance.

A big war, an inevitable eruption!

Fang Ao and the Mighty Demon Chen Fengning kept saying fierce words, and their purpose was naturally to force them towards the half-step Spirit Mountain. But An Qijin is like a person who can't eat oil and salt at all, and her personality is as warm as water, and she has her own persistence! When the two of them were talking nonsense, An Qijin kept seizing the time to recover her aura, until Fang Ao's brows were slightly furrowed, revealing impatience!

"Brush!"

A misty earthy yellow sword light shone in the deep dark night, like dust and sand raised in summer, filling the sky.

"Earth Spirit Swordsmanship, First Style, Wild Sand Surge!"

An Qijin's delicate voice resounded.

Fang Ao, Chen Fengning and the others naturally accepted the move coldly, and the eighteen people resisted An Qijin's tricks hard, and it was almost effortless, but no one dared to underestimate her! An Qijin had hole cards, which were enough to make the monks overturn in the gutter!

"Earth Spirit Swordsmanship, Second Style, Stacked Rock Waves!"

The spiritual power of the earth is like the waves of the sea, one wave is higher than the other, and the wave is more powerful than the other.

"Earth Spirit Swordsmanship, Third Style, Open Mountain Cracking Stone!"

The swordsmanship is in a trend of opening and closing, although it does not match An Qijin's character, but it still exerts a bit of power. However, Fang Ao and the others are still at ease.

"Earth Spirit Swordsmanship, Fourth Form, Immeasurable Pure Land!"

The fourth form of the Earth Spirit Swordsmanship is one of the small killing moves that An Qijin can currently meet, causing aura to soar to the sky and fluctuating strongly. Unable to cause the slightest harm to Fang Ao and the others, An Qijin couldn't help but feel a little helpless in his heart. If the hole cards can be played casually, it is not worthy of being called the hole card, An Qijin's hole cards, is the kind that will cause great damage to themselves, not as a last resort, can not be used casually.

There was some confusion in their hearts, but Fang Ao and Chen Fengning smiled happily.

Thirty miles away.

Shen An suddenly woke up, his spiritual sense covered out, and he came to a distance of 10,000 meters in the blink of an eye, but it was still ten miles away from the place where An Qijin and Fang Ao were fighting. Although Shen An's spiritual sense could not see the place of battle, he could clearly feel it. In the previous earthquake, some people felt at the epicenter, and some people felt ten miles away from the epicenter.

"Fang Ao's purpose is to force Qijin to me, but why did he fight before he arrived, it's not scientific. Shen Anxin was puzzled, but he didn't know that everything was because of him.

As he spoke, Xiong Fangyuan also seemed to have been summoned, and flew with his sword, everything was beyond Shen An's expectations!

"If it weren't for the mountain, I wouldn't be able to help at all!" Shen Anxin was anxious, but he couldn't tell An Qijin, so he was so annoyed, he couldn't even mention it.

Xiong Fangyuan quickly joined the battle, and Shen An knew that An Qijin was definitely suffering a loss, and it was a big loss!

"No, I have to think of a way!" When encountering an emergency, Shen An was no longer in a hurry, but meditated on the meditation technique. The calmer you are, the more you can come up with countermeasures. But he didn't expect that his thought would be a little unexpected. In my mind, I was full of thoughts of finding a way, and the whole person seemed to fall silent, fitting in with the night sky.

The mysterious and mysterious Taoist rhyme covers the entire mountain.

The distracting thoughts in my heart were cleaned up at this time, and there was not a single trace left.

The breeze is not strong, and the waves are not alarmed.

Meditation is silent.

"If the mind is calm, you will be calm, and everything will not be disturbed, and if you are clear, the candle will shine brightly, and everything will not be chaotic!" The third layer of the meditation method resounded in my mind. A flash of spiritual light suddenly flashed, making a smile appear on Shen An's face, and he said excitedly, "I remember! Flying sword to send a message! Like a Qingqiu Daoist, use a flying sword to send a message!"

Flying Sword Message!

Attach the spirit consciousness to an object and send it to its destination. The principle is similar to that of the origami airplane in the previous life.

Write the words on the origami airplane, and with all your might, throw it and flutter in the wind.

Attach the spirit to the flying sword or other object, throw it with the spirit sense, and then use the spirit to guide you to the destination. The former is unskilled, while the latter requires a great deal of psionic control. Beginners simply can't do flying sword transmission. Although Chen Luo is also a beginner, he has been exercising his spiritual sense, and his control is so strong that he is afraid that he can be compared to a Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivator!

With the excitement of stepping into silence for the third time, Shen An condensed his human form and purchased a flying sword from Qingqiu Xianfang.

The cost is very low, and it has the same function as the carrier pigeon in the previous life.

A wisp of spiritual energy, attached to it, the spiritual sense threw it out fiercely, and was dragged towards An Qijin's location.

Smack!

Before the Chuanxin Flying Sword entered the battle range of An Qijin, Fang Ao, Xiong Fangyuan, Chen Fengning and others, it was swept away by the violent spiritual power.

Shen An, who has experienced repeated setbacks, was not hit at all. The realm of silence and immobility also made him more precipitated.

No once, twice! Not twice, three times!

There were more than a dozen messenger flying swords, which were lifted away by everyone's spiritual power, causing several people to laugh. But after a while, he didn't dare to laugh anymore, because Shen An's progress speed was simply amazing!

A messenger flying sword, steadily penetrating the aura of the tyrant.

It's like a flat boat, but it can survive the storm.

"Ding!"

Xiong Fangyuan shook his hand and was a flaming sword qi, blocking the Transmission Flying Sword that was obviously rushing towards An Qijin.

But Shen An's perseverance, again and again, made people feel bored and surprised.

"What a persistent bastard!" scolded the monk.

"Next time, when the flying sword comes again, don't stop it, that flying sword flew from the half-step Spirit Mountain, maybe,...... Can you lure her away!" Fang Ao found the clue, and his spiritual sense transmitted to Xiong Fangyuan, and Xiong Fangyuan also nodded. It is much more difficult to kill An Qijin here than to kill An Qijin in the Lost Trace Array, and you have to be careful to be vigilant against her counterattack at any time.

It's very disturbing.

Finally, the next messenger flying sword came to An Qijin's face and made Shen An's voice.

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