"Is this Taoist priest able to form a formation six times in ten times?" A middle-aged man with a white-faced scholar stepped forward and bowed.

"That's right!" Li Yiqing looked at him with his eyes squinted, and said proudly, "What advice do you have for me?"

"Li Baikuan, I met Taoist priest today. It was fate, so why not drink it together?" The middle-aged man spread his big hand, and there were indeed signs of sulfur seeping in his palm. It seemed that this pirate hand was mostly related to the firearm in his palm.

Qian Yiqun had vaguely heard of this name, and it seemed that he was also a famous man in the southeast. He looked at Li Baikuan carefully and said to himself: Looking at him like this, it doesn’t seem like he is ridiculing Li Yiqing.

Li Yiqing was obviously thinking, looked at Qian Yiqun again, and finally said, "I'll discuss the mysterious art with my senior brother here, and I'll go there another day."

——Who is your senior brother! Who is discussing the great way of mysterious art with you!

Qian Yiqun felt that everyone's eyes looked at him were a little strange, as if they were respectful and fearful, and admiration, and admiration... Anyway, Qian Yiqun felt very uncomfortable, and even Qingxin Zhong could not let him "egg" settle down.

"So this Taoist priest is..." Li Baikuan put his eyes on Qian Yiqun and suddenly got stuck.

If you draw closer at this time and give Li Baikuan a close-up of his pupils, you will find that his eyes are falling straight on the fish basket around Qian Yiqun's waist.

The title of kind-hearted man is not very famous in the world, because people in the world call the Taoist priest who defeated the monk "Yuluan Taoist".

Compared to the sinister battles that laymen cannot see the trick, putting a two-meter-long weapon into the fish basket instantly, this is something that people enjoy.

What's more, the Yuluo Taoist took action at Yuchun and the restaurant in Zhenjiang Prefecture, and only sent a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl around him to teach Han Mang a little a lesson. At that time, at least five or six long-standing knights in the restaurant witnessed it with their own eyes, which is definitely not a false story!

"I'm not." Qian Yiqun thought he was recognized, and Leng Bingbing blocked his mouth.

"The Taoist priest wears a fish basket with his waist and looks so extraordinary, isn't he a Taoist priest of the fish basket?" Li Baikuan said with a smile.

Qian Yiqun saw that there was already a circle of people around him, thinking that he was too lazy to use the disguise array when he came out today, so his appearance was exposed. He stood up and said lightly: "Now Taoist priests are popular with fish baskets, don't you know?" After that, he walked into the temple.

Guanli left a small door behind this Yuguaijing to allow Taoist priests to enter and exit. If the martial arts people were not famous for their great reputation, they would directly report Chen Zhihe's name, otherwise they would not be able to go in even if they wanted to.

Li Baikuan watched Qian Yiqun leave with a glimpse of glue under his feet, and he didn't dare to follow him, for fear of offending the immortal prince.

Seeing that no one followed behind, Qian Yiqun finally calmed down, and the buzzing sound in his ears was immediately replaced by the Golden Light Curse and the Qingxin Bell.

Suddenly...

"A kind man!" A shout stopped Qian Yiqun's pace.

The sound was familiar. Qian Yiqun stopped, turned around, and looked at the person who called him.

The man was wearing a green Confucian uniform and a square scarf on his head. He was a handsome young man and a beautiful young man in the turbid world.

"White mustard seeds," Qian Yiqun said happily, "But has he recovered?"

That day, in Wang Xin's family, Bai Feng was injured by the Jin Kingdom Shaman and almost died. Unexpectedly, he had recovered as before after a month. He must have taken a lot of spiritual medicines.

Qian Yiqun thought that Japan wanted to use the white lotus snail to help him, but he had resistance, otherwise he would not have suffered such severe injuries. After all, the two of them couldn't even talk about their friendship. However, they were from Suzhou at least, and meeting an old friend in a foreign land was a happy event. Qian Yiqun was so excited when he heard this strong local accent.

"Honest man, you stole my sword that day!" Bai Feng raised his sword eyebrows and said fiercely.

Qian Yiqun thought it was bad, and laughed and delayed the time and thought about countermeasures inside.

He thought to himself: This ancient sword is sharper than the Xihe sword and is very easy to use. Moreover, the Xihe sword originally wanted to return to Yiyinglou, which is also a great gift for someone to reopen the mountain gate. If I return the ancient sword to you at this moment, where can I find a handy weapon for a while?

"I did take it," Qian Yiqun shook his head, "but it's so heartbreaking that you actually said that I stole it. I'm just keeping it for you."

"Return it back to me quickly!" Bai Feng rushed to Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun smiled in his heart, and was about to turn around and flash, but suddenly he couldn't help but think: Why not use his skills to try his own formation?

"If you can hit me, I will pay you back." Qian Yiqun laughed and took out a handful of bamboo chopsticks in his hand.

Qian Yiqun likes bamboo chopsticks very much, and first of all, he eats cleanly and hygienicly.

The second is that your own grass and trees are easy to control.

He could not use Lingyun and Tao Qi to set up the array like Gao Ren, and he was unwilling to run around and run around and insert apricot yellow flags. He used the heart of the grass and trees to select the array diagram nodes and then threw out the bamboo chopsticks. Not only could he quickly form a formation, but it was also easier to exert the effectiveness of the formation because of the wisp connection between the heart of the grass and trees and the bamboo chopsticks.

Bai Feng came one step late that day, and he didn't see Qian Yiqun playing the evil Dao Long Xuanzi with chopsticks, and life was worse than death. But he also knew with his knees that Qian Yiqun suddenly took out the chopsticks and was definitely not going to treat him to a meal.

"Don't be polite, let's start!" Qian Yiqun said, and three bamboo chopsticks had already flown out of his hand.

The Heart of Grass and Trees could only control one chopstick at a time, which was undoubtedly a waste of money for a formation with 72 nodes.

Who would let a warlock set up a formation there without attacking?

The normal routine should be Qian Yiqun's template for killing Baimei: fast, accurate and ruthless, and it will kill people.

Qian Yiqun thought about this for three days and finally came up with a good idea. He first threw a handful of chopsticks in one direction, calculated their trajectory, and inserted them into the formation node from near to far. Although he could only control one at the same time, he increased his efficiency several times.

Bai Feng saw Qian Yiqun suddenly throwing a hidden weapon similar to chopsticks, his brows tightened slightly, and he followed the gentleman's style and shouted: "Look at the sword!"

He first issued a warning, and then pulled out his sword from his waist. It was a Longquan sword of ordinary style, which obviously cannot be compared with the ancient sword.

Qian Yiqun had no intention of using the sword. He sideways to avoid Bai Feng's sword moves and shuttles through the gaps of the sword moves with the spirit ape body technique. As expected, Bai Feng did not hit him. He still remembered Bai Feng's routine against the enemy last time, which was both offensive and defensive, brilliant and generous, and self-cultivated. It was a kind of sword technique that cultivated swordsmanship, but was not a deadly sword technique.

Bai Feng was indeed not anxious or impatient. He seemed to have known that he would have the advantage after knowing that he would not be able to get started. His sword technique is called "Self-reflexive Sword", which was evolved over the past two thousand years of pre-Qin ward sword technique.

Zengzi said to Zixiang, "I have retreated instead. Even if there are tens of millions of people, I will go!"

This sentence means: As long as I reflect on myself and think that I have a reasonable point, even if there are thousands of troops, I dare to break forward.

In fact, in his name, the self-reflexive sword is a sword technique that uses fewer battles, so before killing the enemy, he first seeks to protect himself, not kill the enemy with one move, but only seeks to kill the enemy. Tracing the root cause is that when the Confucian school was suppressed by Yang Zhu and Mo Di, he often fought for more battles.

Qian Yiqun was successful and threw out the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, calculating the landing point with the heart of plants and trees. During this period, he adjusted his direction to make the bamboo chopsticks land faster.

Bai Feng had already taken care of every direction around him as he advanced and retreated. He attacked three moves, and saw that Qian Yiqun had just inserted bamboo chopsticks on the ground for no reason, he thought to himself: This Taoist is a sorcerer who is practicing mysterious techniques. Could it be that this is a formation diagram that he wants to try the formation with me?

As soon as he thought of this, Bai Feng waved his sword and stabbed it, but it was not his own set of self-reflexive swords, but it was just an ordinary trick called "Snake Tu Xin". Even the escorts who walk in the world would use it.

Qian Yiqun was forced to retreat repeatedly by the sudden burst of thorns, and immediately came out of his own array map range. In this way, even if it formed a formation, it would become Bai Feng's protective cover.

Bai Feng rushed to the edge of the formation map, looked at Qian Yiqun who was jumping back, inserted his sword back into the sheath, snorted, and said, "Look at me."

"Hahaha, Young Master is good at kung fu!" Qian Yiqun smiled and relieved his embarrassment, "I really want to use Young Master's sword to try a new formation, but you see through it."

Although Bai Feng practiced the orthodox mysterious skills of Confucianism, he was also a young mind. He could have swung his sword and shot down the bamboo chopsticks in the air, but he deliberately used his sword move to force Qian Yiqun to return, and he had the intention of victory or defeat. He said: "You can only wait for the formation of a rabbit. If you fight head-on, who can allow you to make arrangements slowly?"

"Oh, this is the fastest way I have ever thought of." Qian Yiqun couldn't help but be frustrated.

"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. When the battle is fought, your life will fight. You take out the chopsticks. Is this a joke?" Bai Feng said seriously, while taking out a secret bag from his arms.

There was a crane flying high on the tip of the brocade, and I don’t know which woman gave it to love.

Bai Feng gently pulled open his pocket and pinched out a sword hilt from it with three fingers.

The hilt of the sword slowly lifted, revealing the sword body below.

The sword body is about a foot long.

The tip is only three inches.

The universe in the pot! It turns out that it is also a treasure that has been sacrificed and refined.

Bai Feng held the short sword that was only one third of the length of an ordinary sword and stabbed forward without any sound of slashing through the space.

Qian Yiqun's eyes fell on the sword and said to himself: Does this child like to collect antiques? Why is it another pre-Qin ancient sword?

This short sword, or dagger, is long, with a short handle at the back end, with blades on both sides, and no sword guards. The blade flows in the sunlight with a chill, vaguely revealing the patterns on the blade.

Qian Yiqun thought it was an alloy-cast sword, and thought to himself: Is this kind of craft in the pre-Qin period? After closer inspection, the pattern did not look like a steel stacked and hammered, but more like a rune, filled with a primitive and quaint atmosphere.

Every time this rune reflects the dazzling sunshine, it is like a little hand squeaking in Qian Yiqun's heart.

"This is..." Qian Yiqun dragged his voice and asked Bai Feng.

"Jie, Yin, Jian!" Bai Feng slowly spit out three words from his mouth.
Chapter completed!