Journey To Longevity

The other foundation-building monks here, including the Qingshi Sanren just now, all of them seemed to be facing a big enemy, and their bodies suddenly had a flash of light. Several foundation-building monks in different clothes sacrificed flying swords, and floated on the flying sword magic weapon of each of them. With a faint aura, there are all kinds of colors.

There are also monks who don’t use flying swords, they use their own methods, just like when Zhang Shiping came in just now, he took out the black-robed monk who was sold by tiger and wolf puppets, and the yellow aura flickered around him, and the four puppets with bows and swords guarded him. In front of him, the bow was bent like a full moon, but this strong bow was only drawn to the full, and the long blue arrow with spiritual energy was set up, but he sensibly did not shoot first.

Of course, apart from these, there are other monks who sacrificed various magical weapons, and some people even controlled a few black spears comparable to the monks who established the foundation, or drove ferocious ghosts, and in an instant, there was a gust of wind around these monks. Suddenly, the huge room was cold and cold for a while.

The middle-aged man, holding the gun by the end of his hand and carrying two people, walked down slowly, passing the trembling old man with a bag, his figure flickered, the spear in his hand was a head taller than a normal person, and on it There were four more monks, all of whom were pierced through their chests. If the monks present had the intention to pay attention, they might be able to find that the wounds of the six people who were strung together into candied haws by spears were all in the middle of the heart, and these few People are monks who exorcise deadlocks and control ghosts.

When the figure of the man reappeared, the faces of the others were as white as paper, and the alarm bells were ringing in their hearts. Knowing that this ordinary-looking middle-aged man was far from what they could resist, they were full of bitterness.

A few monks who were close to the door and window turned their heads and wanted to break through the door and window, but as soon as those people moved, an extremely powerful sense of consciousness burst out from this ordinary-looking middle-aged man When they came out, everyone snorted, their minds went blank, and their movements naturally stopped, motionless.

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And at the table earlier, Zhang Shiping looked at the familiar red-clothed female cultivator. Zhang Shiping couldn't remember when he had seen her, like the few Jindan master uncles in the sect, and other foundation-building masters. Zhang Shiping remembers all the monks in the later period clearly.

"I've seen seniors." Zhang Shiping quickly stood up in his mind, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that in the blink of an eye, this middle-aged man with a gun picked up six Foundation Establishment cultivators, and one of them For a monk in the middle stage of the foundation, the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally, and he felt extremely regretful in his heart. If he had known this, he would not have come to this shitty bluestone meeting, and would have rushed back to the sect day and night!

He didn't even see how this man made a move, the spear easily pierced through the protective shields of these Foundation Establishment cultivators like piercing a piece of paper, all of which made Zhang Shiping feel chilled.

"Little brother, did you forget? You were still a teenager during the Zhengyangzong Immortal Ascension Conference. I didn't expect that more than ten years have passed, and you have grown taller. Now you are still a monk at the third floor of the foundation." Sitting on the table, the woman in red, facing Zhang Shiping, only took one look at Zhang Shiping, then took out a jasper-colored mirror, and looked at it. Zhang Shiping's lips turned white, and he swallowed , Cold sweat dripped from the temples suddenly.

His mind turned, thinking back to when he participated in the Shengxian Association in Shengxian Town more than ten years ago, the middle-aged man's spiritual consciousness burst out and suppressed all the Foundation Establishment monks present, including Zhang Shiping of course, his head was blank One piece, it took several breaths before he recovered, suddenly he saw the unknown senior female cultivator on the table, put down the jade mirror, took out a bag of pumpkin seeds from the storage bag, flashed in his mind A blurred picture appeared, as if he had really seen this red-clothed female cultivator before.

"Little brother, would you like to have some? It's delicious." The nun in red grabbed a handful of pumpkin seeds from the cloth bag and placed them on the table in front of Zhang Shiping.

"Senior, were you in front of me at the Ascension Fairy Association?" Zhang Shiping asked tentatively. It has been more than ten years, too long. How can Zhang Shiping remember what the other party looks like? Pay attention, I just remember that the other party has been eating melon seeds, and she is a middle-aged woman who is very good at chatting.

"I remember it, come on, sit down, don't be too restrained, it's very boring." The female cultivator in red said to Zhang Shiping with a smile.

The man with the gun shook the gun body, and the six people strung together on the spear, the flesh and blood on their bodies and even their clothes seemed to be weathered, and sand powder piled up on the ground rustlingly. Eight storage bags flew out of the pile, as well as some miscellaneous talisman books, etc. When he approached him, there was a faint flash of inspiration in his waist, and all these things disappeared.

When everyone was living like a year, he put the spear on his back again and walked towards the female nun in red. He sat on the chair with a big horse, and looked at the nun first. There was already a small group of melon seed shells piled up in front of him. , still kept kowtow, a little helplessness flashed in his eyes, he kowtowed for nearly a thousand years, still not tired?

"The cultivation base of the third floor of foundation building is so-so, hey! The cultivation of the soul is not bad, it is similar to the monks in the middle stage of foundation building, and it is not bad!" The man just sat next to the female cultivator, followed the gaze of his Taoist companion, and looked at Zhang Shiping, this one glance saw Zhang Shiping inside and out.

Zhang Shiping's heart skipped a beat, under the eyes of this man, there was no secret in his body, he was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice hole.

"But it's okay, there is some blood on his body, but there is no evil spirit." When Zhang Shiping was extremely uncomfortable, this ordinary-looking man withdrew his gaze and praised Zhang Shiping a little.

Zhang Shiping's feeling from these two people is not necessarily the same as Chang Younian's and Xu Youdan's feeling from the Zongmen Jindan in front of him. He didn't feel any magic power or spiritual power from these two people, just refining Qi The aura of the monks on the first floor is several times stronger than that of the two of them.

Zhang Shiping had a speculation in his mind, could it be that these two are Nascent Souls? But Zhang Shiping didn't say it directly, but stood quietly on the side, waiting for the final verdict of these two, like all the Foundation Establishment cultivators on the field.

"Everyone sit down, it's so boring to stand." The female cultivator in red said loudly.

"Thank you, senior!" The remaining 20 or so Foundation Establishment cultivators at the scene were all relieved. When they sat down, they all sat on the chairs with only half of their buttocks. Zhang Shiping also thanked them. Sit down, Zhang Shiping and others Only half of my buttocks were stuck to the chair, and I didn't dare to sit down completely.

Zhang Shiping didn't have the extra thought to pay attention to other people, otherwise he could see that everyone was like a freshman.

"Just now I felt downstairs that someone was cultivating souls and cultivating ghosts here, so I stopped calling and hoped that I didn't disturb you. Go ahead, just pretend that I don't exist." The man said softly, but these words, It resounded directly in everyone's mind.

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