Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Is it because you can’t see yourself?

Or is it because my realm is different?

When he thought of this, his eyes fell on the four people of Xu Qingluo from Lingkong Temple and observed the tops of their heads.

Xu Qingluo and the four of them all have a pillar of air above their heads, with different thicknesses and lengths. It leads from a foot high above their heads to the void sea of ​​vitality.

Fa Kong observed the differences between their four air pillars.

In terms of length, Xu Qingluo’s is the longest.

In terms of strength, Chu Ling's is the strongest.

Zhou Yu's Qi Pillar was about the same thickness as Xu Qingluo's, but slightly shorter in length, half a foot longer than Chu Ling's.

Zhou Yang's Qi Pillar was about the same thickness as Xu Qingluo's, but its length was half a foot shorter than Chu Ling's.

It seems that this Qi Pillar is related to both the mental method they cultivate and their cultivation level.

Fa Kong continued to observe.

Xu Qingluo's is the longest, and her cultivation level is indeed the highest, while Chu Ling's is the thickest, third in length, and cultivation level among the three. Zhou Yang's cultivation level is indeed ranked last.

But this seems to be of no use.

Because you don’t need to look at this to know a person’s cultivation status, you just have to look at it with your mind.

Thinking of this, he appeared in the abbot's yard of Lingkong Temple in a flash, and his mind moved slightly.

The pillar of air above Xu Qingluo's head suddenly shook.

Xu Qingluo didn't realize it at all, and continued to talk to Chu Ling and the others, about whether Tan Yun would give up practicing that mental method.

He was talking about when those people would come.

"If you ask me, just ask my uncle directly." Zhou Yang hummed, "My uncle must know when those people will come."

The three women looked at him sideways.

Zhou Yang continued: "Uncle Master must also know whether Senior Tan will give up practicing that mental method."

Seeing that the three women were silent, he said proudly: "This will not trouble my uncle."

"Brother, if we have to ask our senior brother for everything, then what use are we?" Zhou Yu's eyebrows were filled with anger.

Zhou Yang chuckled and said, "Master uncle tells us, let's do it."

"Junior brother!" Xu Qingluo said angrily: "Can't you see that Master won't tell us?"

Zhou Yang scratched his head: "Senior Sister Xu, you can ask me to do it if you just ask for a few words."

Xu Qingluo's face suddenly sank, her nose was not a nose, her eyes were not eyes, she glanced at him sideways, and she hummed and stopped talking.

Chu Ling pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Xiao Zhou, you have to lift the pot if you don't want to open it. I admire you."

His words obviously hit Xu Qingluo.

Yesterday, Xu Qingluo begged like a coquettish person, but still failed to get her wish. This trick will not work with Fakong.

But Zhou Yang wanted to mention this matter, and even said that acting coquettishly worked, wouldn't it be a slap in Xu Qingluo's face?

However, Zhou Yang still looked confused, confused as to why he made Xu Qingluo angry.

Chu Ling really admired his bluntness.

Zhou Yang is also very smart in other things, but he is not enlightened in these thoughts.

Zhou Yu shook his head gently.

There is really nothing I can do about it as a younger brother. No matter how many suggestions I give, I can't really enlighten myself.

Senior Brother Faning really did not accept the wrong disciple. Every teacher has his own disciple. His character is too simple.

"Sister Zhu!" Xu Qingluo's expression suddenly changed, and she smiled and stepped forward to greet her, but Zhu Ni and Lin Feiyang arrived gracefully.

Zhu Ni smiled and shook her head.

Lin Feiyang said proudly: "Xiao Qingluo, here I come!"

"Hehe, I thought Uncle Lin was going to be a deserter." Xu Qingluo said with a sweet smile.

Lin Feiyang said proudly: "You are so underestimated!"

As he spoke, he drew his sword from his waist.

Zhou Yang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Uncle Lin, don't be anxious."

Lin Feiyang looked at him.

Zhou Yang said: "There is no rush to take action now."

"What are you waiting for?"

"It won't be too late for us to take action after our uncle comes back." Zhou Yang said, "Uncle is not back yet."

"Abbot?" Lin Feiyang shook his head and said, "You don't have to wait for the abbot."

"How can this be done!" Zhou Yang said hurriedly: "Without my uncle here, if Uncle Lin is killed, you will not be able to be saved."

"Hey, you kid!" Lin Feiyang said angrily: "Who's going to kill whom? It's enough for me to kill you."

"That's not necessarily true." Zhou Yang said unconvinced: "Uncle Lin, you haven't fought with us for a while. You are no longer our opponent."

"If it's one against four, I'm no match for you, but if it's a melee, then none of you can do it, and you'll all be defeated by me!"

Zhou Yang pouted: "Uncle Lin, you are really good at bragging!"

"Boy, let's wait and see!" Lin Feiyang smiled proudly: "Come on, let's start the battle!"

Xu Qingluo said: "Then let's start?"

Zhu Ni said softly: "Qingluo, it's better to wait. It's not too late to wait for the abbot to come back."

They were too cruel and insignificant. If they really killed Brother Lin and the abbot was not here...

Xu Qingluo chuckled and looked at Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang immediately glared at her angrily: "What are you looking at!"

"Sister Zhu is really distressed." Xu Qingluo smiled tenderly and said, "I'm afraid we will really kill you, Uncle Lin."

Lin Feiyang snorted: "You little Qingluo, stop doing this, she cares about me and is not looking down on me!"

"Giggle, giggle..." Xu Qingluo laughed so sweetly that her branches trembled with laughter.

Lin Feiyang said angrily: "Smile, smile, what's so funny!"

"Uncle Lin, you are really different." Xu Qingluo stopped smiling: "It's so gratifying to have enlightened!"

As she spoke, she glanced sideways at Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang looked at her blankly, not understanding what she meant.

Could it be that he is not enlightened?

What's the secret?

It’s baffling!

Zhu Ni smiled softly, charming and attractive.

Chu Ling and Zhou Yu also nodded.

They also felt amazed. It is said that people who fall in love will become stupid, but there are actually some who become smart.

Lin Feiyang is an example.

In the past, he was no different from Zhou Yang, even more slow and reckless than Zhou Yang, but now he has become exquisite.

Xu Qingluo said: "Don't worry, Sister Zhu, you are worried and confused. With the holy water, no matter how serious the injury is, you can still survive. Master will come back and cast the Buddhist mantra."

"...Is it really okay?" Zhu Ni was still worried.

Intellectually, it's okay, but I'm always worried in my heart. My heart has been lifted up and I can't put it down.

Xu Qingluo nodded vigorously: "Put your heart back in your stomach!"

Her eyes lit up and she looked at Lin Feiyang: "Uncle Lin, let's start!"

"Start!" Lin Feiyang shouted, drew his sword and stabbed Xu Qingluo, but the sword suddenly turned halfway and turned into a cold light to stab Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang was sneaking up on Lin Feiyang's left side, ready to attack at any time.

Lin Feiyang wanted to pick the soft ones, so he had to get rid of Zhou Yang first, show his momentum and prestige, and let them see that the old ones are still the best!

Zhou Yang stepped on his feet, stepped on the strange footwork, pulled out a string of shadows, avoided Lin Feiyang's long sword, and stabbed Xu Qingluo's back.

Xu Qingluo seemed to be fighting Lin Feiyang, but stabbed Chu Ling with a sword.

Chu Ling was stabbing Zhou Yu at this time, and Zhou Yu was sneaking up on Lin Feiyang's right side, just about to take advantage of his surprise to attack.

The two siblings had the same abacus and were in sync.

This was formed unconsciously during the fight between the two.

She could sense Zhou Yang's thoughts without using her wisdom, while Zhou Yang could sense Zhou Yu's thoughts when he was fighting without her wisdom.

When Lin Feiyang stabbed Zhou Yang, Zhou Yu's sword had already calculated his reaction, and when he used up his sword, he stabbed it fiercely and accurately.

Lin Feiyang had excellent body skills, and dodged it in a flash, barely avoiding this fierce and accurate sword.

Xu Qingluo suddenly stabbed Zhou Yu with a sword, forcing Zhou Yu to interrupt his sword and turn to defense.

Chu Ling took the opportunity to stab Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang dodged again.

Zhou Yang's sword stabbed Chu Ling.

When Lin Feiyang was slightly stunned, Chu Ling's sword arrived.

She was stabbed in the right shoulder, but it seemed that this sword did not injure her right shoulder, and her movements were not affected at all, but her speed was faster.

There was a flash of blood, and Lin Feiyang was stabbed in the left shoulder.

Zhu Ni leaned forward suddenly, and her feet were firmly nailed just as she was about to move. She pulled them back suddenly as if she was about to fall.

Her cheeks were flushed like drunkenness.

Fortunately, they were all concentrating and didn't see her lose her composure like this.

This was really too much worry and confusion, too rash.

I didn't expect that Brother Lin, who was so skilled and skilled, would be injured at the beginning.

The four of them were not just fighting, but also cooperating, but cooperation and confrontation were only a moment away.

This move was still fighting, the next move might be cooperating against others, and the next move might be cooperating with others against the previous collaborator.

It was really unpredictable and dazzling.

Not to mention Brother Lin who was in the game, even I, as a bystander, felt that my brain was not enough.

This kind of action was too exhausting, and the mind had to be in a highly tense and agile state all the time. If you were not careful, you would be trapped and injured, and it would be fatal.

They were stabbed in the shoulders. It seemed that the opponent showed mercy, but in fact, it was the opposite. The stab was aimed at the heart. The body moved away from the heart in the crisis, and only the shoulder was stabbed.

"Uncle Lin, you are injured." Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "Do you want to bandage it?"

As she spoke, she stabbed the back with a sword.

Zhou Yang was approaching quietly from behind.

Zhou Yang moved sideways a foot to avoid it, but the sword in his hand stabbed Chu Ling on the left. The sword force was vicious and ruthless, and he wanted to take advantage of Chu Ling's injury to strike again and end her ability to move.

Lin Feiyang snorted: "It's just a minor injury, just a little skin break!"

"This is not just a little skin break, the sword force has already entered, it's uncomfortable, right?" Xu Qingluo said with a smile.

The sword techniques they practiced were extremely strange, condensed and not dispersed, like a fine needle stabbing in the body, affecting the circulation of the Gang Qi.

Uncle Lin did not show any sign of being affected, partly because his cultivation was deeper, and partly because of the Yuying Sutra he practiced.

The aura of the Yuying Sutra is different from the general aura.

But this is also because it was Chu Ling's sword that was hit.

If it was his own sword, it would have been affected by it and would have slowed down.

Then he would definitely lose.

Now it seems that Uncle Lin has mastered the self-protection method in a melee, and he does not cooperate with anyone or trust anyone, and he mainly relies on defense.

It is difficult to win in this way, but it is also difficult to be defeated. After all, his body skills are really amazing, and his body can change between reality and illusion.

Once he is prepared, stabbing him is like stabbing his shadow, and Chu Ling's previous sword was very lucky.

Now that he has stabilized his mind, it is not so easy to deal with him.

But it is not easy for him to deal with others.

The five-person melee lasted for half an hour, and finally ended with Xu Qingluo being stabbed in the right chest and unable to continue.

Zhu Ni took a long breath and wiped his forehead. There was a dense layer of sweat on his smooth and white forehead.

She found that her lavender clothes were also wet, as if she had experienced a thrilling battle.