The narration system of Wuxia Journey

The battle in the southern suburbs of Danyang eventually spread. The terrifying golden giant palm, the momentum like a dragon turning over, and the unique abnormal weather could not be concealed from the spies of various forces.

Unfortunately, most of the spies were ordinary people. They hurriedly strolled around the ground and could not see anything. They could only report it as a confrontation between two major forces or a myth.

Only a few people discovered the abnormality.

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On this day, a pair of strangely dressed men and women came to the southern suburbs of Danyang. The two walked around the southern suburbs along the battle site. The man dressed in Turkic clothes looked extremely serious.

These two people were the short-lived Ba Fenghan and Fu Junyu.

After leaving Dongping County, the two were chased by the forces of Wang Tong and Wang Shichong one after another. The two could only hide carefully all the way, and wait until their injuries recovered, and then fight back all the way.

However, due to the oppression brought by the ‘Stone Dragon’, the two of them never dared to act too recklessly. Instead, they formed a tug-of-war situation and flowed back and forth between Dongping and Luoyang.

Ba Fenghan not only did not care, but also regarded it as enjoyment, and tried swords with various forces to hone his martial arts.

It was not until the news of the battle in Danyang came out that the two of them went all the way south to Danyang.

Ba Fenghan pondered for a moment, and then he jumped up and landed on the top of a tree not far away. Looking down from a high place, he finally found something unusual.

Looking down from a high place, on the Nanjiao Plain, a huge black-brown handprint was printed on the ground, and the place where he just walked was the edge of the handprint.

A tragic and bloody breath emanated from the handprint. Ba Fenghan, who had killed people, had a serious face. He instantly guessed that the black-brown soil in the handprint was all stained with human blood.

Before he could see more, two figures flew over from a distance. They were so fast that they were far away at first, but they were almost there. One of the women glanced at him unintentionally, and Ba Fenghan felt a chill in his heart. With a warning from his mind, he dared not stay any longer, so he dropped from the treetops and pulled Fu Junyu up and left.

After a long time, the two of them were far away from the southern suburbs and were by the river. He felt that the energy behind them had not caught up, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Junyu said to himself: "It seems that the battle in Danyang has attracted all the old monsters in the Central Plains. I don't know where these two people are from."

Ba Fenghan shook his head and said: "The woman with the strongest energy among the two is not older than us. I'm afraid she is still a little girl."

"How do you know?" Fu Junyu said.

Ba Fenghan just shook his head: "That's just a feeling. She is not only young, but also poisonous. It is the most beautiful poisonous flower on the grassland. If you reach out to pick it, you may die."

Fu Junyu frowned and said, "Could it be someone from the Demon Sect?"

Ba Fenghan shook his head, skipped the two women, and said, "Guess what I saw just now? A palm print. The place we just saw was a huge palm print."

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Just as Ba Fenghan and the other two left, the pair of women who looked like sisters fell on the treetops on the southern suburbs plain.

The two looked very similar, with skin as white as cream, translucent, and full of youthful breath. The only difference was that the woman with a veil on her face had a more mature temperament, a pair of beautiful eyebrows inserted diagonally into her temples, and a cold and wanton piercing demonic meaning in her black eyes like lacquer.

The woman next to her, who was only in her twenties, had a changing temperament. Sometimes she looked like a naughty girl, sometimes like a charming witch, and sometimes like a dignified and elegant fairy. With her skin as white as jade, she was more eye-catching than the woman next to her.

The two of them touched the treetops with their toes, raised their sleeves at the same time, and a strange true qi like a spiral pushed them up into the air, floating in the air as if nothing, and proudly overlooking the panoramic view on the ground.

The more mature woman's eyes shrank, her true qi paused slightly, and she fell down involuntarily. As the two people's qi connected, the girl's sleeves bulged, stopped her body, looked down, and sighed: "After all, I was seen by Qian Qian in the realm above the broken void. Master, can't you make a decision?"

The two people were Qian Qian and Zhu Yuyan, the master and apprentice who came.

Zhu Yuyan looked at the palm print that looked like a clay sculpture, exuding a tragic and bloody aura. A wisp of energy emerged in her eyes, and a vague figure appeared in her mind out of thin air. The figure slapped out a palm, and the palm print that covered the sky and the sun occupied her entire mind. She could not resist or resist.

Just when Zhu Yuyan felt the threat of death and wanted to raise her true energy to fight, the vague face of the figure seemed to smile, and when the palm print came, it turned into a breeze blowing past.

Once the pressure that covered the sky and the sun was gone, Zhu Yuyan felt relieved in her heart. The resentment, murderous intent, and hatred that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to be alleviated a little, and her heart was filled with anxiety.The change in her spirit made her suddenly relaxed, and she lost some of her fighting spirit.

With a sigh, Zhu Yuyan did not stop, and with her sleeves flying, she leaped into the distance like a flying girl. Behind her, Qianqian chuckled, glanced at the woods not far away, and then disappeared on the treetops.

Just after the two left, a middle-aged man in Confucian clothes appeared quietly at the place where Qianqian was just now. Looking at the figure going away, he muttered to himself: "Interesting little guy, she seems to have discovered me? The eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demonic Art? It seems not yet."

The middle-aged man looked melancholy, as if he had endless troubles. The depression between his eyebrows added a strange charm to him. His aura seemed to be there and not there, and it seemed empty and hard to tell the truth from the aura.

Shaking his head, the man looked down. After a moment, the middle-aged man groaned, his eyes bulged, and his aura became sometimes violent, sometimes peaceful, and his aura changed unsteadily. The man looked even more painful, roared, and flew away.

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Soon after the man left, an old man with ancient appearance, fluttering sleeves, and innocent eyes came here with a girl.

"Huh? The old Taoist seems to have seen Shi Zhixuan's aura, he seems to be in a bad state." The old man was surprised and pinched the index and middle fingers of his right hand in the wind, as if he had caught something invisible.

The girl looked around calmly, the sword in her hand made a series of sword sounds, and said: "We have been looking for this person for a long time, but we can't find him. I didn't expect him to appear here."

The old man shook his head and said: "The aura is so weak that it can't be heard. He should have left for a while. With the special nature of his martial arts, even the old Taoist can't catch up."

As he said, he looked at the long sword in the girl's hand and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that Feixuan, at such a young age, has practiced the realm of sword heart enlightenment in the "Cihang Sword Canon", and the sword heart and the spirit are united."

"It depends on the advice of Senior Ning and Master that Feixuan can enter the realm of sword heart enlightenment so quickly. I heard that the witch's martial arts are no less than Zhu Yuyan, and I don't know what realm she has reached." The girl said.

The old man shook his head and said indifferently: "After all, she has not reached the realm of grandmaster. Otherwise, Zhu Yuyan would have been in Cihang Jingzhai long ago."

The two people are Master Feixuan of Cihang Jingzhai and Sanren Ning Daoqi.

After saying this, Ning Daoqi looked at the ground. With just one glance, a huge palm print appeared in Ning Daoqi's heart. The mind gave him a warning, and Ning Daoqi's mind evolved, just like Zhuangzi turning into a butterfly, about to fly. But he could not escape the coverage of the giant palm.

With a "puff", Ning Daoqi opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his expression stagnated: "How could it be?" With confusion, Ning Daoqi closed his eyes and fainted.

"Senior Ning!!!" Shi Feixuan exclaimed, caught the unconscious old Taoist, reached out to touch his pulse, and after a moment, exhaled gently, and took the old man away.