I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

Crossing the lake with heavy water, three elite saints from top forces were discussing on the grass, and they decided to join forces temporarily.

As for the saints who came from the secondary forces, they did not catch their eyes, and they were not in their consideration for the time being.

On the spot, the three of them discussed for a while, and soon there was a result.

They made martial arts oaths respectively, so as to ensure unanimity when crossing the heavy water lake.

Then, I saw Saint Wan Xing raised his hand and waved, and there was a burst of gray and white breath raging from the Taoist robe, falling on the narrow and long mountain range behind.

"Boom boom boom!"

Three thousand weak waters can sink a feather, and saints can't float forward. Only with more than three thousand years of orchid wood as a boat can they break through the waves.

And on the shore next to the lake, on the narrow and long mountains, there are many lush ancient orchid trees, which can make people get local materials and stand on the weak water.

That is to say, within a minute or so, patches of ancient Lanlan trees fell, splashing dust all over the sky, and a small wooden boat of more than ten meters on one side was suspended in the midair.

"Two friends, please."

Sage Wan Xing smiled, and then he raised his hand and pointed, and the purple wooden boat landed on the shore of the lake, floating steadily on the surface of the weak water.

Then, Ziqing and Yunshi looked at each other, walked forward in unison, and stood in the middle of the wooden boat.

When Wan Xing saw the two of them getting into the boat, he also stepped steadily on the tail of the wooden boat, propped up a penny supported by orchid wood with both hands, probed into the water, and drove the wooden boat slowly to the depths of the lake.

Soon, after the wooden boat was hundreds of meters away, a white mist suddenly filled the sky above the lake, hiding the traces of the three people and the wooden boat together, making it impossible to see.

On the shore, several saints from the secondary forces saw the disappearance of the three of them, and immediately started discussing in a row.

In the end, when two people left the team, the remaining three saints were unwilling to give up. They also made a canoe out of the ancient orchid tree and sailed slowly towards the far side of the lake.

As everyone chose to cross the lake, or gave up leaving due to danger, the shore fell silent, only the occasional whistling sound of the strong wind resounded between the heaven and the earth.

But under such circumstances, somewhere in the void suddenly twisted, and then a man in a swordsman's robe appeared on the spot.

The person who came had staring eyebrows and deep eyes, and there was an extremely terrifying aura faintly leaking from his body, which made people frightened. He was obviously Zhang Yi who was rushing to this place.

It's better to come early than to come early.

When Zhang Yi arrived here, it was the moment when Wan Xing suggested that the three of them join forces.

Therefore, when Zhang Yi moved his eyes at that time, he quietly communicated with Ziqing in a secret language, changing the words she planned to refuse to agree, and thus the following scene happened.

"Is this the three thousand weak water?"

"It is said that even saints who fall into it will drown and die like ordinary people."

Zhang Yi's figure landed on the shore, his eyes were full of light, looking at the blue water ahead, he couldn't help murmuring.

Immediately, Zhang Yiyi was so bold that he bent down and stretched out one hand, holding a ladle of weak water.

"Zizizi!"

When Zhang Yi held the Weak Water in his hands, the Weak Water in his hand immediately boiled, and a puff of white smoke rose up, and the real essence surging in his palm also quickly disappeared at this time, and finally completely rotted away.

In this way, Zhang Yi's palm directly touched the weak water, and after that, he felt a slight tingling sensation.

"Even the palm of my hand that cultivated Wanyue's giant spirit body felt tingling. If there were ferocious beasts at the bottom of this lake, the toughness of their bodies would be so strong. It's no wonder that Wan Xing proposed to join forces with the three of them. There are many crises."

This thought flashed in Zhang Yi's mind, and with a wave of his right hand, the weak water in his palm fell into the lake.

Afterwards, Zhang Yi stood up and straightened his sword robe slowly on the bank, and a calm voice came from his mouth.

"Since fellow daoist has been hiding here for a long time, why don't you come out and see him?"

Although Zhang Yi's voice was calm, it spread throughout the surrounding space. However, as the words echoed, all directions were still quiet, and no one answered.

"Heh, since you refuse to show up, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhang Yi's eyes turned cold.

A trace of coldness flashed across his eyes, and then he drew his sword brazenly, piercing the air with a sharp sword aura, and slashed towards the shadow of an ancient tree several miles away.

"boom!"

The sword qi arrived instantly, and exploded in mid-air, turning into a torrent of sword qi that covered the destination world, its power was astonishing.

As a last resort, in the shadow of the branch, the ground twisted for a while, and then someone jumped out of it, avoiding Zhang Yi's torrent of sword energy.

"Worthy of being the number one elite saint in Wenjian Mountain, fellow Daoist Zhang Yi's cultivation is really extraordinary. Today, I, Shen Yuanyi, have learned the lesson."

Avoiding Zhang Yi's offensive, a white-faced scholar-like man appeared in front of Zhang Yi.

He has exquisite facial features, phoenix eyes and red lips, hair hanging down his waist, and has a feminine beauty, which is even more amazing than the previous rhymes.

"The chief elite sage of Huangquan Valley, Shen Yuanyi, so it's you."

"I just didn't know that you were hiding in the dark, but you chose to let Wan Xing show up and get in touch with Ziqing and Yunshi. What is the purpose?"

Zhang Yi's eyes fell on Shen Yuanyi's body, and the kite sword in his hands trembled slightly, with sword intent ready to go, he said calmly.

Shen Yuanyi, also known as Yumian Langjun, is the first person among the elite saints of Huangquan Valley.

Unlike most Huangquan Valley saints who give people a lifeless feeling, in Shen Yuanyi's body, there is no lifelessness at all, but it is warm and gentle, with a kind of intellectual beauty.

It is said that when he practiced in the outside world, he was favored by many women, and he was also inextricably linked with some great saints, so he was called the Jade Faced Lord by the outside world.

At this time, Zhang Yi and the other party officially faced each other.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang Yi, why bother to go to war?"

"It's just two small characters. I just want to make friends with them and leave a friendship."

Shen Yuanyi said gently, his eyes were clear and sincere, giving people a feeling of a gentleman, as if he was not trying to be unfavorable to Ziqing and Yunshi, but just wanted to take this opportunity to make friends.

But it's a pity that for this kind of feminine man, Zhang Yi couldn't appreciate the gentleness and spring breeze in his demeanor and words.

He just said coldly.

"No matter how nicely you say it, it won't help me. Let us see the truth."

"Since you covet the opportunity in this heavy water lake, it should be a good place for fortune."

"Unfortunately, I am also somewhat interested in this place now."