The Path to Immortality

Among the five people, four are at the second level of Qi training.

Only Senior Brother Yan, who led the team, is at the fourth level of Qi training. He is relatively strong, but he is far from being able to roam in this forest.

If such a combination is attacked by monsters, there may be casualties.

"Brothers and sisters, anything can happen when you walk outside, so be careful!"

Yan Xu obviously knew the risks of this trip and reminded the four people.

At the same time, he took the lead in offering a small shield in the shape of a black tortoise, surrounding his body, ready to fire.

If attacked, he can protect his whole body at any time.

Seeing this, Fang Ping and the other four also followed suit.

Zhou Yang's magic weapon is a silver longbow, which is faintly cold.

Su Lingyun's magic weapon is a pink handkerchief. Although it is also a low-grade magic weapon, its spiritual light and power are not bad. It must have cost her a lot of spiritual stones.

Zhang Feihu and Fang Ping are a little miserable. They are still using the Sanyang Fu Sword that is distributed for free when they enter the sect.

As for the power of this talisman sword...

Just think about it because it is given away for free and comes with it when you get started, and you can probably guess it.

This sword only has simple restrictions attached to it. If it is placed in the secular world, it may be called a magical weapon. But for cultivators, it is only slightly stronger than ordinary weapons.

Only cultivators who can't even afford low-grade magic weapons will use this kind of talisman sword.

Zhang Feihu is like this. He used all his limited spirit stones for cultivation.

After Fang Ping figured out the ability of Yuan Ding to trace back and began to step into the path of alchemy, he did earn some spirit stones. But after all, the time was too short and the accumulation was limited. The only resources were used to impact the third level of Qi training, and he didn't have time to consider combat power for the time being.

Senior Brother Yan glanced at Zhou Yang and Su Lingyun, and his expression was quite satisfied.

But when he saw the three-yang talisman swords of Zhang Feihu and Fang Ping, he couldn't help but frown slightly, a little annoyed that he was attracted by Su Lingyun and ignored others when choosing the team...

But it was too late to regret it now, so he could only sigh secretly in his heart and arrange: "Fang and Zhang, you hold the talisman swords and stand in the middle of the team, waiting for the opportunity to move."

High EQ: wait for the opportunity to move.

Low EQ: hide yourself and don't drag your feet.

After making such arrangements, he continued: "Junior Brother Zhou, your task is to cover the rear and assist in the attack."

"Junior Sister Su, you and I have defensive magic weapons. If we encounter monster attacks, we need to put in more effort."

This arrangement is quite reasonable.

Fang Ping and the other two had no objection, and Su Lingyun also responded softly.

The cute appearance and charming peach blossom eyes made Senior Brother Yan slightly absent-minded, and his heart was full of anger.

After a short daze, he coughed dryly to cover up his loss of composure, slightly quickened his pace, and walked in the front.

Following the scattered rocks and soft dead branches and leaves, they stopped and walked along the way, searching horizontally from time to time.

In the first hour, except for the occasional wild beasts, insects and snakes, no real monsters were encountered.

On the contrary, faint sounds of fighting were occasionally heard in other directions. Some were short, and some fought for a long time before gradually dying down.

Obviously, there are many dangers in this forest.

As for the white-feathered crane, let alone its shadow, not even a single crane feather was seen!

At this time, the terrain in front began to rise slightly, and the team gradually approached the foot of the mountain.

In the nearby forests, a faint mist and poisonous miasma emerged at some point.

Just as the five people were secretly alert, a slight fluctuation appeared in the depths of the mist.

Then, a demon python with a fishy wind and gray-green poisonous mist around its body suddenly appeared from the mist, spitting out its snake tongue and pounced on the few people.

This demon python is at least three or four feet long, as thick as a bucket, and its strength is comparable to that of a fourth-level Qi training cultivator. It should not be underestimated.

"Kill!"

Senior Brother Yan reacted quickly, shouted loudly, and urged the magic shield to meet the demon python's attack.

Only a third-level Qi training cultivator can master the art of controlling objects and use magic weapons to attack from a distance.

This is also one of the reasons why the outer sect of Luoyang Sect must be promoted to the third level of Qi training within five years.

Fang Ping and Zhang Feihu are both second-level Qi training, and their magic power is not strong enough. They can only use the light body technique to go around the demon python, and together they will activate the talisman swords, using the most common [Kaiyang Sword Art] of the outer sect of Luoyang Sect to cut the demon python.

There were only two clanging sounds, like the sound of metal colliding, and the two talisman swords slashed on the snake scales of the demon python, but they were completely unable to break the defense, leaving only visible white marks!

Zhou Yang was a step slower, pulled open the silver longbow, gathered his magic power, and shot out an ice arrow.

This magic longbow is a real low-grade magic weapon, and its power is one level higher than the two people's talisman swords.

The sharp ice arrow successfully penetrated the scales of the demon python.

But after the scales resisted, the remaining force was not enough to cause fatal damage to it.

The stinging pain at the wound angered the demon python.

It opened its mouth and spit out a large piece of gray-green poisonous miasma at the five people!

"Be careful!"

Senior Brother Yan immediately activated the magic shield to protect himself, and at the same time took out a detoxification pill from the storage bag and swallowed it into his mouth.

With the continuous injection of magic power, the surface of the shield lit up with a heavy aura, which steadily blocked most of the poisonous miasma damage.

But due to the erosion of the poisonous miasma, the aura of the shield was obviously dimmed a little, which made Senior Brother Yan look distressed.

At the same time, Su Lingyun also raised her pink magic handkerchief, which turned into a soft barrier, blocking the aftermath of the poisonous miasma.

Even so, a small amount of poisonous miasma still escaped.

Fang Ping, Zhou Yang and the others also retreated and took out the detoxification pills they had prepared in advance to avoid being corroded by the poisonous miasma.

After successfully blocking a wave of attacks from the demon python, Senior Brother Yan decisively began to counterattack.

While maintaining the magic weapon shield, he pinched the magic formula, silently chanted, condensed a khaki big hand, and slapped the demon python on the head.

"Bang!"

With a loud muffled sound, the khaki big hand slapped the tail of the demon python, which had not had time to dodge, and immediately made the demon python's skin and flesh torn and injured.

After all, he was the only one among the five who was in the middle stage of Qi training. It was not surprising that he had such strength after ten years of entry.

Fang Ping seized the opportunity created by Yan Xu, urged the talisman sword, and accurately pierced the wound of the demon python.

The opportunity of this attack was still very good.

The Sanyang talisman sword burst out a ball of scorching flames, causing the demon python to pull its tail violently and let out a painful wail.

"Well done!"

Senior Brother Yan was refreshed and seized the opportunity to continue to attack fiercely.

Zhang Feihu and Zhou Yang also attacked in succession, trying to distract the demon python as much as possible and deal some damage.

If it was a one-on-one fight, Senior Brother Yan, who was also at the fourth level of Qi training, was no match for this demon python with thick skin and flesh and the ability to spit poisonous mist.

But with the help of four disciples at the second level of Qi training, the battle was obviously much easier.

Finally, after Senior Brother Yan once again used the yellowish-brown magic hand, the severely injured demon python was no longer able to resist the siege of five people.

With a hiss, it fell to the ground and lost its breath.

Senior Brother Yan, who had consumed a lot of energy, concentrated his mind for a moment, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The battle just now was not that dangerous.

But with four second-level Qi training cultivators, there was no exquisite tacit cooperation between them, so the process of fighting was still a bit laborious.

Fortunately, it was finally won without injury.