Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

Baiyunmen, ten miles away.

A gray spirit cloud flew from a distance.

Lean less.

The aura fell into the grove, the aura dissipated, and a figure appeared in the grove.

With a thought.

In Cheng Buzheng's eyes, a green lotus appeared in each of them, sweeping around.

After making sure that there was no one around, Cheng Buzheng touched the storage bag on his waist, and a doll appeared in his hand.

Immediately, Cheng Buzheng raised his right hand, and an old Taoist appeared in front of him.

But Cheng Buzheng's body disappeared without a trace.

Subconsciously, the old Taoist looked around and played a formula with both hands.

After a breath.

A black and white spiritual light enveloped him, submerged him underground, and rushed towards Baiyun City.

After half an hour.

In Baiyun City, an old Taoist with bones and fairy style appeared, and he kept wandering around the shops.

A day later, after visiting all the shops in Baiyun City, Lao Dao walked around the street stall area, and then set up a stall.

Two hours later.

Cheng Buzheng came to Baiyun City, walked directly to the stall area, and came to Lao Dao's stall.

Like a normal customer, he bargained with the old man.

Not long after, when the two were trading, the two of them quietly completed the ulterior transaction in the wide sleeves.

In an instant, the two completed the handover.

immediately.

Cheng Buzheng wandered around the stall area in Baiyun City for a while again, like a poor casual cultivator haggling over with several stall owners, and finally left Baiyun City sullenly, and disappeared.

After two hours, the old Taoist also took over the stalls, came to the "stall management pavilion" and left Baiyun City directly after the handover was completed.

Ten miles away from Baiyun City, six feet underground.

Cheng Buzheng waited quietly for the return of the old Taoist. Originally, the No. 2 puppet and the Lao Dao completed the transfer of storage bags, but the No. 2 youth puppet was shattered, so he had to go into battle by himself.

In this way, the transfer is completed without anyone noticing, not only without any risk, but also without any loss of property.

at the same time.

Lao Dao walked out of Baiyun City for a mile, and struck out a formula with both hands, a black and white spiritual light wrapped him up.

In an instant, the old man disappeared in place.

Half a month later.

The old man came out of Qingmu City, an indescribable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Like a normal monk, Cheng Buzheng walked towards the distance beyond the limited flying distance of Qingmu City without haste.

Qingmu City, one mile away.

suddenly.

Cheng Buzheng sensed a surge of spiritual energy, and three golden flying swords slashed at him head-on.

Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng kicked his calf, his body flashed horizontally, and at the same time he slapped the storage bag, a high-grade magic weapon in the shape of a small tower, and threw it up, a layer of brass-colored aura wrapped him.

"boom!"

The three flying swords hit one spot on the brass-colored shield in succession.

The brass-colored protective shield swayed in circles, showing that the person who came was not an ordinary person.

Cheng Buzheng took a look, and the old man in Tsing Yi who suddenly appeared was a ninth-level Qi training monk.

He thought to himself:

"As expected of the remnants of the Blood Refining Sect, there are quite a lot of evil cultivators in the place where they first appeared?"

"I just don't know what the specific strength of this person is, but the concealment method is good."

"It's the first time I've met him, and an evil cultivator noticed me!"

"Interesting, interesting."

Moments later.

Cheng Buzheng looked cold, and said:

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean?"

At the same time, he didn't stop, and cast out a spell with both hands, a layer of gray crystal-like shield wrapped him.

"Dead people don't need to know too much."

The white-robed old man cast a cold glance at Cheng Buzheng, and at the same time he continued to strike out a formula with both hands. The three golden flying swords, with great aura, surrounded Cheng Buzheng.

The old man in white robe said in a low voice:

"change!"

I saw that the three golden flying swords each emitted a sword shadow, and in the void, they merged into a giant sword that looked like a substance.

"cut!"

Surrounded by a sharp aura, the solid sword shadow cut through the solid air along the way, and slashed towards Cheng Buzheng again.

See here.

Cheng Buzheng's figure flashed, and he moved sideways, with afterimages appearing. At the same time, his hands kept hitting a formula.

"Boom!"

The brass-colored shield shattered, and the small brass tower fell to the ground. The solid sword shadow touched the second layer of spell shield with residual power.

"when!"

Like a gray crystal shield, there is a faint crack.

In a short breath, the brass-colored shield shattered, but it also bought Cheng Bu a breath of time.

At the same time, Cheng Buzheng's spell was successfully cast.

Thirty-six sword shadows, exuding an astonishing aura, slowly turned in front of Cheng Buzheng.

Cheng Buzheng glanced coldly at the old man in white robe, and said coldly:

"Your Excellency, let's have a taste, how about the power of this sword technique?"

While Cheng Buzheng was speaking, he was still writing the formula in his hand. Suddenly, he shouted in a low voice:

"combine!"

Thirty-six sword shadows turned into flowing light and merged into a gray giant sword, breathing out a gray aura.

"cut!"

The gray giant sword was as crystal clear as a gray crystal, and fell like a shooting star, knocking the three golden flying swords in front of him into the air.

Immediately, the gray giant sword slashed at the old man in white robe with astonishing sword energy.

"Boom!"

The defensive shield of the white-robed old man collapsed, and the token defensive magic weapon also fell to the ground.

The gray giant sword split the white-robed old man in two.

The white-robed old man's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe that he would be easily killed by his prey until his death.

immediately.

Cheng Buzheng picked up the three flying swords and tokens that fell on the ground, and then searched for all the spiritual objects on the white-robed old man.

Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng cast a fireball technique with both hands, and a fireball burned his body into a handful of ashes.

With a wave of his sleeve, an unknown strange wind rose.

— Flying with the wind.

After cleaning the martial arts arena, Cheng Buzheng played a formula with both hands.

After a breath.

A black and white spiritual light enveloped him, and in an instant, he sank into the ground and fled towards Bei Cang City.

at the same time.

Two thousand and eight hundred miles away, at a depth of forty feet underground, Cheng Buzheng's body thought to himself:

"We still need to refine, a few high-grade instruments."

"Considering the spells before, it is enough. There is no need to refine the magic weapon. It is enough to have a few frontal magic weapons. In addition, I am in a hurry to retreat, so I ignore these trivial matters."

"The shortcomings of the puppet were exposed during this fight. After all, the puppet cannot cast spells instantly."

"If you refine a high-grade attack weapon, then you will be more calm in this fight."

While summarizing the lesson in his mind, Cheng Buzheng followed the No. 1 puppet, keeping a distance of 2,500 miles.

At the same time, he decided to make some repairs before entering Beicang City, replenish mana for No. 1 puppet, and refine a few high-grade magic weapons for backup.

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