Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He thought of this and concentrated on observing the three old men, and also looked at the other four gray-robed old men.

Their skin looked very smooth, and the ends of their hair seemed to be stained with a layer of white frost, but not every hair turned white.

So they didn't look old, and people thought they were only in their sixties, just past middle age.

But if they were only about sixty years old, how could they have such pure Gang Qi?

He had seen many top masters, and had a real understanding and feeling of the purity of Gang Qi.

The purity of Gang Qi is related to the mind method and cultivation, and even more to time.

The Gang Qi that has been circulated a hundred times is different from the Gang Qi that has been circulated a thousand times, and of course it is even more different from the Gang Qi that has been circulated ten thousand times.

A fifty-year-old master is completely different from a hundred-year-old master, and the difference can be felt as soon as the Gang Qi touches.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang..."

Lin Feiyang's palm intersected with the other three gray-robed old men...

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

Fu Qinghe's sword intersected with the four gray-robed old men.

The sound continued, one after another.

But for a moment, it was deadlocked. Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe had no way to kill the seven of them without using their special moves.

The seven of them were also unable to kill Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe for a while. Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe were too fast. If they were not careful, they would reveal their flaws and give them an opportunity to take advantage of them.

Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe were not in a hurry to use their special moves.

Such top masters are rare, and they are just right to hone themselves. They have been constantly improving, but it is too smooth and not solid enough.

If it is not solid enough, it will be more difficult to go further.

"Hehe..." Xu Qingluo suddenly appeared above the woods, stepped on the top of a pine tree, and moved with the night wind.

Wearing a green silk gown with fluttering sleeves and a beautiful face full of smiles, she said with a smile: "Uncle Lin, Uncle Fu, do you want help?"

"No need!" Lin Feiyang hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Qingluo, don't do it!"

Xu Qingluo shook her head and smiled: "Uncle Lin, you are afraid that I will become a burden to you, afraid that I will be harmed by them, right?"

Lin Feiyang said: "They are indeed difficult to deal with, don't get involved."

"I am really not their opponent?" Xu Qingluo asked.

"You are not their opponent." Lin Feiyang said frankly.

While talking, he kept fighting with the three gray-robed old men with his palms.

The wind was howling, and the surrounding mud, sand, dead branches and leaves were all swept up, swirling around them, forming a tornado.

And the four of them were in the eye of the tornado.

Xu Qingluo smiled and looked at Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu who appeared beside him, and smiled: "Otherwise, let's go down and try?"

Zhou Yang hesitated.

He saw that these seven gray-robed old men were extremely difficult to deal with.

Although the three of them had eaten the Tianyun Fruit, their agility had greatly improved, and their speed of attack and reaction had also become faster.

But they were still not their opponents.

If they went down, they might not be able to change the situation. Instead, waiting and watching would be an inexplicable deterrent, which would be more helpful to Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe.

Zhou Yu whispered: "Go down and try to help Uncle Lin."

Xu Qingluo looked at Zhou Yang: "Brother Zhou, did you hear me?!"

"...Okay." Zhou Yang had to nod.

The three of them floated down the treetops, lightly swept towards Lin Feiyang, and pounced on the three gray-robed old men in Lin Feiyang's dissatisfied glare.

The three gray-robed old men didn't care about the siege of the three of them, and greeted them with fists and palms, and suddenly there was a constant "bang bang" sound.

"Swish!" A cold light flashed, and with a light whistle, Xu Qingluo suddenly pulled out a long sword from her sleeve.

This long sword looked no different from the ordinary Qingfeng sword, with a bright sword body and a chilling cold aura.

"Ding..." An old man in a gray robe came forward with a slightly black palm, as if he had turned into a piece of iron, blocking the tip of the sword.

Then, with a "chi!" sound, the tip of the sword pierced the old man's palm, then twisted and spun and then withdrew.

"Chi!" Blood gushed out.

The old man in the gray robe withdrew his palm and retreated, and the remaining two turned to face Xu Qingluo.

The old man in the gray robe who turned around quickly tapped his wrist twice to stop the gushing blood.

At this time, the white bones were exposed under the blood.

He gritted his teeth and glanced at Xu Qingluo.

He had sufficient confidence in his palm method. Only a magic weapon combined with pure Gangqi could break his defense.

He never expected that this little girl with ordinary cultivation in front of him not only held a sword, but also had a matching mental method and extremely pure Gangqi to drive it.

Of course, he didn't know that this was the Heavenly Punishment Divine Sword. Xu Qingluo had practiced it to a very deep level, and its power was of course amazing.

"Well done!" Lin Feiyang praised: "Xiao Qingluo, great swordsmanship, come again! Come again!"

Xu Qingluo put away her long sword and disappeared into her sleeves, as if she had never come out.

Although she had put it into her sleeves, the threat was still there, and even more intimidating to the three gray-robed old men.

The less she drew her sword, the more they had to be on guard, carefully guarding against her sudden sword and unexpected sneak attack.

And one of the gray-robed old men was injured, which had a great impact.

This palm could not fight back.

With one hand rising and the other falling, they were still able to hold on, and five palms met eight palms, and they did not lose.

Xu Qingluo and the others were secretly shocked.

As expected, he was the old guy sent by Dayun at this time, and he was indeed strong in cultivation, deep in fire, and rich in fighting experience.

She turned her head to look around, and then looked at the three gray-robed old men in front of her who looked like three heads and six arms, and shook her head.

"Xiao Qingluo, why are you shaking your head!" Lin Feiyang asked.

Xu Qingluo said: "I was thinking, how much are we inferior to Master? When Master dealt with them, he solved them with one move."

"Abbot..." Lin Feiyang said: "He has magical powers, Buddhist spells and martial arts. Of course, he can't resist them."

He glanced at Yu Bailing leaning against the tree roots and shook his head: "These guys are indeed difficult to deal with, but it's beyond their ability to fight against the abbot."

The divine light in Yu Bailing's eyes gradually brightened and was recovering rapidly.

Although Lin Feiyang's palm power was strong, it was not fatal to Yu Bailing. Even if he was seriously injured, he was still recovering rapidly under his miraculous healing.

Hearing them talking about Fakong, Yu Bailing's eyes flashed and he closed his mouth tightly to avoid cursing.

He felt that Fakong relied on sneak attacks. If he didn't sneak attacks, he might not be able to defeat the four of them in a fair fight.

"Uncle Lin, use your ultimate move." Xu Qingluo said, "They are about to use their ultimate move, we must be one step ahead."

Lin Feiyang suddenly turned into six figures, and Xu Qingluo, Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu also activated their secret skills at the same time, pushing their body movements to the extreme.

In an instant, more than a dozen figures pounced on the three gray-robed old men at the same time.

"Bang bang bang bang..." With a muffled sound, the four of them were actually knocked out and were no match for the three gray-robed old men.

Their gray robes fluttered, as if they were inflated, and the momentum of the whole person was rising rapidly, like three mountains rising from the ground.

"Master." Xu Qingluo shouted hurriedly.

Fakong was already standing under the tree roots, just standing next to Yu Bailing, but Yu Bailing was only staring at the field and did not notice Fakong's existence.

When he felt that Xu Qingluo's eyes were wrong, Yu Bailing turned his head and found that Fakong was standing next to him.

He was startled and jumped up, appearing behind three trees, his eyes flashing with cold light, and he said coldly: "Fa! Kong!"

Fa Kong looked at him calmly and said gently: "Will you stop now and follow me back, or will you follow me back after you are seriously injured?"

His voice was calm, not loud but clearly heard by everyone, and could not be ignored.

"Arrogant!" Zhu Qianfeng said coldly: "You and these stinky shrimps, do you think you can stop us?"

Fakong ignored his words, and his eyes swept over the six gray-robed old men who were taking action, and finally fell on Yu Bailing: "You have lived to an old age, it is not easy, why do you have to bury your life here?... This time I will not kill you as easily as last time."

He smiled: "Your fake death is indeed unique, but there is a fatal weakness. If I kill you and then behead you, your fake death will be real death."

Zhu Qianfeng sneered: "Fakong, no matter how powerful you are, you can't keep us. If you don't want them to die, just get out of the way."

"Alas!" Fakong shook his head: "Forget it, in this case, I can only kill you."

He made seals with his hands and activated the immobilization spell.

The next moment, almost all of the seven gray-robed old men were stagnant.

The power of the immobilization spell was divided into seven parts by him, and injected into the seven people respectively, making them stiff.

This stiffness was enough.

The next moment, all seven people were hit by palms, and some were hit by swords, and they fell to the ground.

Even though Zhu Qianfeng and his friends had wonderful palm techniques, they were still unable to resist the palm power of Lin Feiyang, Xu Qingluo and others, and the sword of Fu Qinghe when they were immobilized.

Fakong said calmly: "Seal the acupuncture points and take them back."

"Yes." Xu Qingluo responded crisply.

Yu Bailing stood by a pine tree, his face uncertain. He knew that the wisest thing to do was to surrender, but his emotions drove him to find a chance to escape.

Fakong turned around and looked back at him.

Yu Bailing's face darkened, knowing that there was no escape, and no matter how fast he was, he could not be faster than Fakong's divine feet.

He stood still and did not run away.

Fakong said calmly and gently: "Senior Yu, let's go back to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple together and chat on the way."

"What can we talk about?" Yu Bailing said coldly.

But he floated to Fakong's side.

Fakong stretched out his hand: "Please."

He walked forward and Yu Bailing followed him. At first glance, Yu Bailing did not look coerced at all.

But he felt very upset.

Fakong said calmly: "Senior Yu is a master of Duntian Pavilion, right?"

"...Yes." Yu Bailing said in a deep voice.

The two of them passed through the treetops, bathed in the moonlight, and floated south. If they wanted to go back to Shenjing, they should go east.

Yu Bailing felt something was wrong but did not ask more.

Fakong said: "The iron plate of your Duntian Pavilion is very mysterious. I wonder which master made it?"

Yu Bailing looked at him vigilantly.

Fakong smiled and said: "Senior Yu, do you think I can't find out who made it?"

"Humph." Yu Bailing snorted and said nothing.

Even if Fakong could find it, he couldn't find it from me. This is a top secret among top secrets and must not be leaked.

Fakong looked into the distance and sighed: "Since Duntian Pavilion claims to be outside the world, it shouldn't get involved in these things."

Yu Bailing said coldly: "Fakong, you are a monk, so you are also involved in the affairs of the Daqian royal family?!"

PS: Update completed.