Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Baiku County.

Yellow sand was everywhere, spreading over the city. Under the strong wind, it rushed up to the sky, mixed with the diffused golden poison, making the passing monks squint their eyes.

Amid the flying smoke and dust, an old monk in white came riding the wind. He was forced to squint his eyes, and couldn't help but frowned and looked down:

'It's strange, I remember it was near Duxiandao, at least it was a force of the first level of Zifu. It allowed the golden poison to wreak havoc, and I don't know how many thousands of people died... It's really unethical...'

He looked at it with a little reluctance, drove the wind down, and said secretly:

'It's no wonder, I heard that the Wangyue Immortal Clan confronted each other on the river, and the two families fought a real fight, and didn't care about the golden poison or not... Well... Li's family is a well-known righteous family, and they would not do such a thing. That means Duxiandao did it on purpose to force Li's family to be distracted to save...'

'What a sin! ’

He sighed deeply, hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head:

‘Let’s go down and take a look…When I followed the general to resist the Buddhists, the local people didn’t suffer so much. Now that the immortal way is prosperous, there are such disasters…’

The old Taoist priest passed through the clouds and saw scattered corpses. No one on the street paid attention to them. It seemed that they didn’t see these mortals and just flocked to the teahouse in the center.

He stopped on the eaves of a house with the magic light, and actually saw a Qigong practitioner fighting with a Taixi practitioner.

“Ah?”

He stared blankly. The Taixi practitioner actually held a magic sword and chopped off the flying spells one by one. Although it seemed particularly difficult, it not only resisted the Qigong practitioner, but also had a sense of flowing water.

“Oh!”

The old Taoist priest took two steps forward and twirled his beard to watch.

Then I saw this young man with some blood on his face, standing on the stage with a majestic demeanor, his proud character piercing the sky like a sword, and the sword in his hand danced more and more fiercely, making people unable to help but applaud.

On the other hand, the young man in brocade clothes on the side had a sullen face, his hands were shaking, and he couldn't even hold the spell. His eyes were wide open and faintly red, and he shouted:

"You...you...what kind of magic did you use! You can actually resist my Qi training magic!"

The boy opposite was only at the peak of fetal breathing, but his temperament was outstanding. His robe was torn, but his face was tenacious, and he said proudly:

"A frog in the well! Haven't you heard that man can conquer nature? I have a brave heart, a strong pride, and a lofty ambition. With these three, even if I am a mere mortal, I can't hurt me with my supernatural powers, let alone you, who are just practicing Qi!"

"You couldn't do anything to me when you were at the peak of fetal breathing, and now you have become a Qi training, you are still a waste!"

"Watch out for the sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, pieces of white gas flew out from the sword, not only tearing the magic in front of him to pieces, but also crossing the sky and slashing the body of the young man in brocade clothes.

Then a flower of blood spurted out, and the young man in brocade clothes fell to the ground with a livid face, rolling on the ground in pain, and said in hatred:

"Why! I have practiced for ten years, and I have never slacked off for a day... Losing to you once is fine, but I have also put in countless efforts to obtain this spiritual energy, and fortunately broke through the Qi training within three months. Why did I lose to you in three months of practice!"

The young man holding the sword slowly stepped forward, pointing the long sword straight, and said coldly:

"Ridiculous, you ask me why? Why not ask... those monks who are not as talented as you... why are their cultivation not as good as yours after ten years of practice? Those monks who are not as well-off as you... why are their cultivation not as good as yours after ten years of practice? Only you, a playboy who is out of touch with the world, are still asking for fairness... Tomorrow a beggar will pick up a treasure on the street, and with a flick of his finger, he can make your ten years of practice go up in smoke! Why not ask why?"

The playboy was speechless and moved on the ground The donkey pulled two inches, leaving a trail of blood, but the people around him stood like sculptures, motionless. The sword-wielding young man continued to move forward, stepped on his face, and said with a smile:

"If the world divides cultivation by effort, the donkey that pulls the mill is the world's number one immortal. I am avenging Lingyun. June's cultivation is to kill you. You have no choice but to accept it."

"You people, you can't change it and always pretend not to see it. You should complain about your spiritual acupoints and luck. This is the most unfair thing! How many people have you suppressed with your family background? Now it's your turn to complain about your family background and chance, and feel jealous and unwilling..."

The dandy's eyes were about to burst, and he groaned:

"I didn't..."

But he had only said half of it, and all his expressions changed. The eyes of the people around him turned from pity to hatred, and he also showed a shameful expression. The young man kicked the dandy in the chest.

"Crack!"

The dude was unable to move after several bones were broken. The young man slowly lowered his head and looked at him quietly. The expression on his face suddenly disappeared, and a smile with an ambiguous meaning appeared on his face:

"The world will not change according to your will, understand? There is nothing unfair. I am standing here, which is the greatest fairness."

The dude didn't know what he was talking about. When he saw him swinging the sword, his face suddenly changed. He hurriedly begged for mercy, and saw the young man suddenly showed contempt, coldly He laughed and said:

"Wang Jie! You can't win the fight, so you kneel down and beg for mercy, hoping to survive. You have no lofty ambitions, no heart to seek immortality, and no lofty ambitions. You are just like a snake, shaking your tail and begging for mercy! I spared your life once, but you still don't know how to change. You deserve to be killed!" The dude could only howl heartbreakingly, but heard a loud shout in the air:

"How dare you! Don't hurt my son!" Then a figure appeared in the sky, and a big palm came across the sky, and a majestic pressure came down from the sky! Everyone exclaimed:

"Wang Bakong, the Lord of Baiku City!"

"Lin Feng is in trouble now!"

Lin Feng was not afraid at all and stood firm. An old Taoist priest appeared on the other side and gently caught the man's spell. The bones under his feet were rolled up and black blood splattered everywhere.

"Your Majesty, Bai Yinzi! It's rare to see such a genius, so I ask fellow Taoist to stop!"

This Wang Bakong originally had a majestic face, but it became distorted due to rage, and he shouted angrily:

"Where did the casual cultivator come from! How dare you interfere in my affairs!"

Bai Yinzi was lucky enough to become the Foundation Builder. Of course, his strength was not as good as the opponent's. But it was rare to see such a jade, so he was reluctant to let it go. His scalp was numb at the moment. He quickly picked up the young man from the ground, rode the wind and shouted:

"Since your young master is fine, just apologize! Why should the city lord go to war?"

The young man stood silently behind him, clasped his fists and thanked:

"Senior acted righteously to save me, Lin Feng thanks me!"

"Eh."

Bai Yinzi shook his head, and while observing the pursuers behind him, he said:

"Just do it casually! Choose a place in Jiangbei to settle down, and you and I can have a good talk!"

He had completely forgotten about solving the golden poison issue here. Wang Bakong behind him stared angrily, and was about to give chase when he saw the young man in brocade clothes on the ground groaning. His mind relaxed and he fainted, so he had to stop. The old eyes turned red and he cried out distressedly:

"This little bastard is so vicious!"

With tears in his eyes, he helped the young man on the ground and said through gritted teeth:

"Wang He didn't see me... He asked me to wait at the foot of the mountain for several months... So that he let this man take advantage of the situation and let you suffer such a big disaster..."

He picked up his eldest son with a gloomy expression and said viciously in his heart:

‘That’s all! That’s it! I originally thought that this place is close to the Duxian sect, and my lineage is also close to Wang He, so I should be close to the Duxian... I didn't expect this person to be so ruthless! ’

Wang Bakong swept around sharply, and the people below immediately dispersed whispering to each other. The guards on both sides came up and were slapped twice by the foundation-building monk, and they fell to the stage vomiting blood.

'waste! ’

He called people up gloomily and whispered:

"Then Wang Quwan...is he also practicing in the Jiangbei area now?"

The monks on the side nodded quickly and whispered:

"I heard that they are practicing in this area... I don't know why they don't go back to the mountains of their lineage... I just heard that no matter whose family members go there, they all stay behind closed doors..."

"knew."

Wang Bakong hugged the person and turned around. Wang Jie in his arms was covered in cold sweat. He suddenly woke up, his mouth was trembling, and he was still mumbling some proud and high-spirited words.

…

Moon Lake.

It was early autumn again, and the trees on the lake were scattered in red and yellow. The old man came galloping in the wind and landed in front of the hall. He bowed before crossing the threshold. He saw the two of them standing in the hall in the distance.

The person at the top is dressed in a crimson robe and is holding his pen uncertainly as if thinking. The person next to him is dressed in palace attire and is very dignified. He is holding a blue ball in his hand.

Seeing Qu Bushi coming to worship, the man above him raised his eyebrows first, and then said to Li Minggong:

"My aunt's words make sense. Since Zhuang Pingye is going back to the desert, it's appropriate to give him a warning. Let him give Zhuang Cheng a message... to tell them not to go to Jiangbei."

He mused:

"Let's just say that the war between my family and the Duxian Dao involves the Zi Mansion. It is very dangerous. Let the Zhuang family not come east to avoid any accidents... Zhuang Cheng is also a famous figure in the desert, so he will not disobey the advice... As for how many people there are Effect…"

Li Jiangqian sighed slightly and replied:

"Then it depends on the meaning above. If someone is involved, they can't escape no matter how hard they try."

Li Minggong nodded slightly, and Li Jiang said casually:

"Report it."

Qu BuZhi came into the palace to pay homage and said respectfully:

"Sir, Wang Jie has been defeated for the second time... It is said that this time he almost lost his life. It was his father who came back in time and saved him. He wanted to take revenge, but Lin... Master Lin was rescued... It was a The old Taoist priest who built the foundation did it.”

Qu Bushi is not stupid. He has been involved in the affairs in the north and has been in contact with Duxiandao. Although he does not know the truth now, he has already guessed that Lin Feng's identity must be extraordinary. After Master Lin said this sentence, Li Jiangqian paused for a moment, not only He didn’t correct him or ask about the identity of the foundation-building monk, but said sternly:

"Did you follow my instructions?"

"I'm following your orders! I collected them all from casual chats in the tavern. It's strange to say... Maybe this thing is interesting to begin with, and it spreads incredibly fast... It seems like everyone likes to say it..."

Li Jiangqian nodded silently, and Qu Bushi continued:

"On the other side... the news has been informed to Master Gong. He is very grateful and tells the villain... that he has received the news. The Black Rat Protector has found out the origin of the mine and suspects that he has fallen in love with Master Lin. He should go to Baiku County in person. I’m going to see Wang Bakong.”

Li Jiangqian waved his hand and asked the other party to go down. He looked at Li Minggong and said softly:

"Chen Yang has always been in charge of matters on the north shore. It is said that Fei Qingya's cultivation speed is very amazing. When he came here, he was only at the fifth level. Now he has broken through the sixth level of fetal breath, which is better than most of the direct descendants of my family."

"Master Tinglan didn't give any instructions about how to give her spiritual energy... Master Qiuhu didn't give any instructions either... We can only let her consolidate her cultivation first... I'm afraid we have to make our own decision on this matter."

Li Minggong thought for a moment and replied:

"What do you think..."

Li Jiangqian smiled slightly and said:

"[The clear air in the river]."

The Li family's "Jianghe Daling Jing" has not yet been unblocked, how could we miss this perfect opportunity? As long as Fei Qingya takes [Jiang Zhongqing Qi], he will always need follow-up skills for his future practice. As long as he comes out of seclusion within three years and talks about it a little bit, Lin Feng will most likely solve this problem for this woman!

There are many things that Zi Mansion cannot do, but it may not be possible if it is replaced by Zhenjun!

Li Minggong's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly. Li Jiangqian leaned back and said with a smile:

"Protector Chen took great care of her. He was afraid that she would not have good skills to practice, so he not only gave her a copy of [Jiangzhong Qingqi], but also found a pretty good supporting skill..."

"He said...the two have similar skills, so it would be better to give them some advice."

Li Minggong looked at his appearance, shook his head with a helpless smile, and replied:

"Who told us Protector Chen to be such a warm-hearted person?"

Li Jiangqian smiled and said:

"But Protector Chen also lamented over and over again that the skills passed down in the clan have been locked up by secret techniques, and the method to unlock them has been lost. I don't know what kind of genius can unlock them. It's a pity!"

The two settled the matter, and Li Jiangqian put down his pen and said:

"But Hufa Chen's family has given birth to a good baby. Now he is an adult. He is very talented and has already practiced Qi. He came to the clan to report that he is convinced. He is his second son, named Chen Qixi, and he also has a nephew named Chen Qibao. They are both very good. According to the boss, he is no worse than Brother An Xuanxin."

It was the first time Li Minggong heard such a comment. He raised his head in surprise, nodded and said:

"The Chen family is very low-key... I only know that there are a few of them, but I didn't know that they can compete with the two brothers from the An family... What a talent!"

Li Jiangqian nodded silently, rubbed the jade cup, and replied:

"Jiang Liang has also practiced Qi, and it just so happens that he can be matched with a subordinate. Everyone in the Chen family is a famous capable minister and official. It is rare for someone to be useless, so it is considered suitable."

Li Minggong smiled and nodded, feeling somewhat happy in his heart:

"Fortunately, Zhou Wei was born and had many heirs. If he were missing, only Xing Han, Zhou Fang, and at most Jiangzong and Zhou Da would not be able to suppress so many geniuses..."

Li Jiangqian didn't know what he was thinking, so he just said casually:

"Then Fei Qingyi is still obedient. Now he doesn't dare to go back to Bei'an. He concentrates on doing things in Zhouli every day, as if he wants to make up for his mistakes. Apart from acting clumsily, his attitude is very positive."

Li Minggong sighed and replied:

"Can you not be active? All the Fei family members are watching eagerly, for fear that you will not be satisfied here."

Li Jiangqian sneered and replied:

"This matter is not mine. The Fei family is lucky. Fei Qingyi, Fei Qingyi, and Fei Qingya, whether they are good or bad, at least they have continued this attitude!"

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Bai Yinzi [early stage of foundation building]

Li Minggong's "Pheasant Leaving" [Middle Stage of Foundation Building]

Li Jiangqian's "Da Li Shu" [early stage of foundation building]

I don't know "Zangna Palace" [middle stage of foundation building]