Chapter 890: The Man of the Tianlong Sect

After a long time, he was able to replenish all the true qi in his meridians. Only then did Zhang Xiaohua poke his head out of the rocks and walk to Xi Mujun's body.

The expression on his face was very strange!

The face was far from the joy of killing the opponent, nor was it as easy to keep his identity as a qi refiner in the immortal way; instead, it was a kind of solemnity, a kind of caution, and a kind of lingering fear!

Indeed, the battle just now was thrilling. It was the most dangerous and lucky battle in Zhang Xiaohua's life. The opponent was just a great disciple at the peak of martial arts in Ruijin Palace, who forced him to no avenue. If it weren't for the luck of taking out the small mirror that didn't know the effect, and this small mirror magically reflected the electric light of the Zi Fengchai back, and happened to hit Xi Mujun's head. Then standing here, he was still breathing, and he didn't know who it was!

Low-key! Zhang Xiaohua once again realized the essence of these two words. On that day, he was forced by Xi Mujun to fight back by a sword by Xi Mujun. Although he had no expression on his face, he was just looking at death. But he was still dissatisfied with it. He was a fairy qi refiner, but was forced by a martial arts man. It was really a shame. If he had not been able to use the magical powers of the immortal way in front of the leader, he would have long taken action to show Xi Mujun's color. Then, until today, Zhang Xiaohua had not regarded Xi Mujun as his real opponent, thinking that he, like Yue Zhuoqun, would not be his three-stroke enemy.

However, the experience of getting out of danger just now made him suddenly realize that the magical powers of immortality are indeed powerful, and the methods of martial arts are magical, but after all, he has only practiced for five years! And what about Xi Mujun? It has been at least thirty years! Just from the perspective of time, he can't catch up with him.

Moreover, judging from Xi Mujun's skillful control of the purple phoenix hairpin, although the purple phoenix hairpin is the magic weapon of the immortal Taoism, it is the pure power of the immortal Taoist Qi Refiner like Zhang Xiaohua. However, the incense sect is a great sect of the immortal Taoist Taoist. Although most disciples cannot use the immortal Taoist magic magic, the senior masters of the incense sect have long tried their best to find a way to use martial arts techniques to drive the immortal Taoist magic weapon. In addition, these techniques have been tempered for thousands of years and have been more effective and perfect. In contrast, although Zhang Xiaohua is a pure immortal Taoist Qi Refiner, she has just become a monk halfway and has learned and realized by herself. Although her foundation is solid, she lacks systematic learning and has no comprehensive guidance.

Not to mention the magic weapon, Zhang Xiaohua just relied on the lack of spiritual consciousness of others, and picked it up all the way, just like picking up rags, finding the magic weapon left behind when the immortal path was annihilated from many rags; while Xi Mujun was holding a magic weapon with a number of magic weapons in his hand, and his power was much stronger than that in Zhang Xiaohua's hand. Now, let alone this little mirror, the Red Spirit Guard may be the unfamous thing that was passed on turmoil thousands of years ago, and after many twists and turns, he threw it in Qiankun Hall.

After feeling that Xi Mujun had the advantage of the sect, Zhang Xiaohua let out a long breath and shook his head slightly. All his previous fights were basically one-sided. As long as Zhang Xiaohua took out his magic weapon and found magical powers that others could not match, it would be an immediate effect. In this battle, although Xi Mujun used martial arts techniques, from the whole process, it was a duel between the fairy magical powers, and it was inconsistent with what Zhang Xiaohua had encountered before!

Not to mention the other person, Zhang Xiaohua's only feeling about this fairy fighting battle is: it is fast and tragic.

In addition to fists and feet, there are a series of weapons such as swords, sticks, etc. The two of them use their internal strength to compete in their moves. In comparison, the fight between the immortals seems to be much faster. For example, just now, in a moment, Xi Mujun was accidentally injured by the small mirror in Zhang Xiaohua's hand; as for the tragic, it is even more so. The magic weapon used in the fight in Heart Dao is extremely powerful. With just one lightning, Xi Mujun, a master of martial arts, can kill Xi Mujun in an instant, and almost no fighting force!

What a strange world in the world under the immortal path! Zhang Xiaohua felt a little fascinated. He must have had magic weapons flying around in the battle, and they were full of colors. Well, probably the flying sword was also running around everywhere. Maybe someone would smash it like a mountain... Then has it become the legendary overwhelming sea?

However, the fight scene is certainly good, but... the ending may be miserable. Look at Xi Mujun, who had been chasing him just now, now... the headless dead person is just because of an inconspicuous little mirror.

At this time, the small mirror had been put into Zhang Xiaohua's wallet, which was very serious. Before this thing was sacrificed, it immediately saved Zhang Xiaohua's life. Needless to say, it was definitely a good thing.

Zhang Xiaohua remembered the "friendship" she had fought with Xi Mujun just now, and she was also moved by the difference between the fairy tale and the martial arts fight. She reached into her arms and took out a fresh attack jade talisman. She shook her hand and threw it on Xi Mujun's body. A wisp of flame was born, and slowly burned the dead body into a handful of dust and scattered between heaven and earth.

Looking at the ground, in addition to the Yuan stone and purple phoenix hairpin that just fell to the ground, there was a palm-shaped triangle, dark brand, and a beast-headed paperweight with a fist. Zhang Xiaohua didn't go up and just waved her hand. The two things flew into his hands. Zhang Xiaohua first looked at the triangle brand and swept away his spiritual sense. It was a bit obscure fluctuation, which was different from the waist card that distinguished his identity. Zhang Xiaohua then felt relieved to put it in the wallet, and then looked at the paperweight. However, the fluctuations emitted were very mixed, and there was an indescribable feeling. Anyway, it was also a magic weapon. Zhang Xiaohua didn't mind and accepted it.

Finally, Zhang Xiaohua turned her gaze to fall on the grassland. The purple phoenix hairpin that almost killed him just now was not in a hurry to pick it up. Instead, he took out the purple phoenix hairpin from Yue Zhuoqun from his arms, frowned and looked carefully with his spiritual sense. He was very surprised that the purple phoenix hairpin was obviously restricted on it and could not drive it himself. Why could Xi Mujun drive it with just a piece of Yuan stone? He was puzzled. Zhang Xiaohua also picked up the purple phoenix hairpin on the ground. Sure enough, it was the same as the one in Zhang Xiaohua's hand and could not be directly driven.

"Oh, Master Xi, you died too early. If you could use the ecstasy finger, I would like to know the secret!" Zhang Xiaohua shook her head slightly and put both purple phoenix hairpins in her arms. Zhang Xiaohua also accepted the half-used Yuan stone. Although she checked it, she knew that it was much worse than her own Xiao Yuan stone, but after all, it was better than nothing, and Zhang Xiaohua could not discard it!

"Ouch" Zhang Xiaohua suddenly remembered: "Xi Mujun followed her from behind and entered the swamp, she would not stab Huanhuan to death!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohua immediately turned to the other side of the mountain road. He ran away in a hurry just now, where did he identify the direction? It was a problem to find it again. Zhang Xiaohua had been doing half a stick of incense and didn't know where he touched it. Just as he was about to stop to watch, he suddenly became alert and his body fell sharply, falling on the ground like a stone, and his body did not stop. He instantly escaped into the ground. After a while, a small head was exposed beside a stream.

This is a small stream, coming from the west, flowing to the east, beside the stream, between two big trees, there is a man in a green dress and a hat standing quietly!

"Huh? Who is this person? Look at this costume, it seems that he is not an inner disciple of Ruijin Palace. Could it be that he is the vernal equinox and Jingzhe's subordinate?" Zhang Xiaohua frowned and thought, "Don't care who he is, left and right... Oh, it's not right. I am a Dharma protector of the Incense Sect now. When I see such a situation, even if I don't care, I'll hear that there is nothing wrong with it!"

Zhang Xiaohua gave up the idea of ​​leaving and hid aside and secretly spyed.

It was another stick of incense, and the man was still standing quietly without moving. Zhang Xiaohua almost lost his mind for his cultivation: "It's important to say that when I was in my childhood, I was not careful and I was used to being punished by my husband, otherwise I wouldn't stand still."

Just as he thought, another disciple with similar clothing from a distance also came with light skills, but Zhang Xiaohua looked familiar with this clothing. It was the clothing that Lu Lihong, an outstanding disciple of Tuodan Hall, wore in Wuming Hall later. Needless to say, this person must be an outer disciple of Wuming Hall.

Although the disciple of Wuming Hall is still far away, judging from the figure of using light skills, he is much taller than Lu Lihong. He should be a disciple of Wuming Hall with some fame.

Sure enough, when the disciple approached, the man in blue turned his head with a smile and sang: "Senior Brother Guan, it's been a long time since I saw you, and your martial arts are thousands of miles a day!"

Senior Brother Guan frowned, stopped and looked left and right, as if observing, and then said in a reproachful tone: "Junior Brother Cheng, welcome to be so loud!"

"Hehe" Junior Brother Cheng smiled and said, "Senior Brother Guan is still as careful as ever. No wonder he can make a fortune in Wuming Hall, which makes me really envious."

"Where, where, everyone has their own advantages. How can Wumingtang's right and wrong place be as comfortable and leisure as Junior Brother Cheng Shuyutang?"

"Shuyutang?" Junior Brother Cheng smiled bitterly, "Senior Brother Guan didn't mention this Shuyutang, I felt a little better. When I mentioned Shuyutang, I wouldn't get angry all over my heart."

"I remember when I came to preach the Incense Sect, I heard that the name of Shuyutang sounded good, so I chose this place. But I actually was a place where I dug jade... I actually worked as a miner for many years!"

"Hahaha!" Senior Brother Guan also laughed: "Junior Brother Cheng, don't complain. We were all young back then, so we thought a lot. Since the Heavenly King asked him to come, how could he come? As for what he did, isn't it all ordinary? They are all working for the Heavenly King?"

"The King of Heaven?" Zhang Xiaohua, who was eavesdropping next to him, was stunned: "Good, you've met someone from the Tianlong Sect!"

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