Chapter 197: Psychic Sword

On the sea in the distance, a terrifying young man with a pale face in his twenties was standing on the back of a huge sea turtle, and three sea snakes more than ten feet long were playing around the turtle, while the long letter in his mouth continued to expand and contract, "sizzling", as if he was reporting something to the young man on the back of the turtle.

With a long chirp, the green bird swooped down towards the young man, and his body became smaller and smaller, and when it finally landed on the young man's shoulder, it was only a foot long.

The Qingluan bird that fell on Lu Ping's shoulder "chirped" a few times, and Lu Ping's face was sneered, and he said, "Sure enough, there is a ghost, it comes quickly!"

The place where Lu Ping is now is the place where Yuan Zhan said that Hu Lili and Leng Qian and the others were separated, and this place is not too far from the Demon Clan's sea area.

Hu Lili has always planned and then moved, never doing things that she is not sure of, if it is really as Yuan Zhan said, Hu Lili voluntarily led away the demon beast to pursue, then she must have a way to get out, Lu Ping never thought that Hu Lili would fall.

Lu Ping's spirit pets, except for Dabao, were all released for them to inquire about the news. The three spirits wandered in the demon sea area all day, but they didn't see a demon beast in the middle and late stages of hemolysis, and when they encountered a few demon beasts in the early stage of hemolysis, although the spirit was open, the communication was still ignorant, but there was no useful information.

What made Lu Ping scruple was the mid-to-late stage demon beasts that suddenly disappeared in the demon clan's sea area.

Lu Ping waved his hand and put all the spirit pets into the spirit beast bag, and the sea water under his feet suddenly spread up along his body, and a water man formed on the sea surface after a while, and then the water man suddenly disintegrated, and the scattered water columns smashed on the sea surface and splashed water splashes, but Lu Ping disappeared without a trace.

After a while, a monk with a rather vague figure suddenly swept over the nearby sea, and as if sensing something, the visitor stopped to radiate his divine sense, and carefully investigated, but finally found nothing, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and headed northeast.

At the bottom of the sea, more than a hundred feet behind the monk, an undercurrent was swirling in the direction of the monk's departure.

Although this "invisible sword technique" has improved Lu Ping's own stealth technique a lot under Lu Ping's reference, Lu Ping still didn't dare to be careless, relying on his divine sense far beyond that of a monk of the same level, and followed behind this suspicious monk at the bottom of the sea more than a hundred zhang away.

At this time, Lu Ping was like a fish swimming in the sea, like a wanderer who had returned to his mother's arms, Lu Ping suddenly remembered that day in the Seven Star Heaven, the more than 600 sword lights full of spirituality of Jinli Zhenren, and when he retreated, a big fish composed of sword lights was vivid.

Lu Ping realized something in his heart, stretched out his hand, and a sea water condensed into a water sword, the essence of this water sword is no different from the surrounding sea water, and it also flutters with the rippling sea water, but Lu Ping really grasped the melody of the sea through this water sword, and the water sword seemed to have life in an instant, dissolved in the sea water, but different from the sea water.

Lu Ping was overjoyed, this was "Sword Light Psychic", he didn't expect that he would comprehend the realm of "Sword Light Psychic" by accident.

Lu Ping shook his hand and hit another water sword, the water sword was still smart, as if he had grasped the pulse of the sea, Lu Ping hit the water sword one by one, until the fifty-fifth water sword was played, the water sword finally lost its spirituality and looked out of place in the sea.

Lu Ping waved his hand and wiped out the other fifty-four water swords together, although he was still far from the six hundred and forty-eight sword lights of Jinli Zhenren's all psychics, but for him, it was already a great progress.

Suppressing the joy brought by the progress of swordsmanship, when Lu Ping looked up, where was there still a trace of the monk who had just been blurred in the air, Lu Ping smiled bitterly and slowly surfaced: Could it be that he thought wrong?

"Your Excellency is really good, you have been following you for so long, if it weren't for your sword aura and missing your tracks, I'm afraid you wouldn't know that you were being followed!"

Lu Ping turned around and looked at the person who spoke, who was not the monk he had followed before?

I don't know what method this person used, when Lu Ping surfaced, he covered his whereabouts and was not noticed by Lu Ping.

Lu Ping smiled bitterly, knowing that it was because he had just fallen into a state of epiphany, although he had comprehended the realm of "sword light channeling", but because he was addicted to the practice of swordsmanship, he forgot to cover it up and was discovered by the monk.

Lu Ping's heart moved, and instead of immediately tearing his face with this monk, he said in a condensed voice: "What are you doing here?"

"Are you a monk of the True Spirit Sect?" the man asked in a deep voice, his vague figure took two steps back, and Lu Ping knew that his whole body was surging with mana, and he was on guard.

Lu Ping was noncommittal, but said ambiguously: "I have the same purpose as Your Excellency, isn't it all for the 'Duobao Boy'?"

Lu Ping had a pale mask on his face, and he deliberately changed his voice to speak, and the Tibetan Spiritual Technique concealed his cultivation in the seventh layer of hemolysis.

As Lu Ping spoke, his divine sense kept wandering around the monk's body, and when he noticed that when he said "Duobao Boy", the monk's mana guard had slackened, and he knew that he had not guessed wrong.

The monk still asked, "What kind of monk is Your Excellency, and why did I not know that You were involved in this operation?"

Lu Ping snorted coldly, looking annoyed and angry, and said: "That idiot said that I am not the opponent of the surname Lu, the hatred between Lao Tzu and the surname Lu is as deep as the sea, and I am not the only one who deals with him, I have to watch how he dies in front of my eyes." ”

The monk laughed "haha", and suddenly realized: "Your Excellency is the junior brother Zhang Weiqing of the Xuanling Sect, right? I have heard that Senior Brother Zhang has eaten a lot of hangings from your faction because of this surname Lu, and a few years ago, the monks of various factions were chasing and killing this person in the buffer sea area of the True Spirit Sect, and it was Senior Brother Zhang who was the most active. However, Senior Brother Zhang's cultivation of the seventh layer of hemolysis is really difficult to deal with that 'Duobao Boy', so it's no wonder that person doesn't recommend Senior Brother you to participate in this operation. ”

Lu Ping had an indignant expression, but he understood many things in his heart, all along, Lu Ping had always thought that being chased and killed by the monks of various factions was the news revealed by Li Ziming's father and son, but he didn't expect it to be related to Yuan Zhan.

Strangely, Lu Ping did not have a holiday with Yuan Zhan at that time.

The monk mistakenly recognized the pale monk in front of him as Zhang Weiqing of the Xuanling Sect, and Lu Ping naturally made a mistake, and when the monk invited Lu Ping to go with him to join the others, Lu Ping readily agreed.

At the moment when the monk turned around, Lu Pingqinghan's sword had already stabbed towards the monk's back.

Although the monk believed Lu Ping's words for seven or eight points, he was not defenseless against him, just when Lu Ping stabbed out with a sword, the monk had already stretched out his own protective qi, and at the same time, the monk's blurred figure suddenly condensed, and a white mist had already wrapped around the Qinghan sword.

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Collect it over the weekend, and today is Christmas Eve, so I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance!