Journey to the heavens starting from the fox demon

Bai Feng flew to the city wall very familiarly.

The Taoist priests above were holding flying swords, none of them dared to go up, and they stood there at a loss.

"It's all gone, Xiao Chen, you go and take this... um, Elder Wang Quan to the guest room."

It was the old Taoist of Tianmen who spoke, and everyone left one by one.But looking at Bai Feng, he was still full of vigilance.

Bai Feng didn't mind this at all.

Before Baifeng could go far, the old Taoist of Tianmen suddenly said, "I wonder how many days it took you to get here from Wangquan Villa?"

"one day."

Bai Feng didn't even look back.

"One day..." The old Taoist of Tianmen fell silent after hearing the news.

He needs three days at full strength.

The veteran disciple of Tianmen, who had been supporting him all the time, asked worriedly: "Master, is that masked man really all right?"

"Maybe."

The old Taoist of Tianmen said uncertainly: "He is very powerful. If he wants to, none of us can beat him. The tone sounds young, but the strength is so strong. It is probably a master secretly cultivated by Wangquan Villa, don't worry about it." .”

The young Taoist pondered for a moment, then pointed to the cracked city wall behind him: "Master, do you need to mend this wall?"

"No, when I recover from my injuries, I can use my magic power to urge me. After all, everything is lacking here, except soil."

And our Elder Wang, with red eyes, desperately urged the flying sword under his feet.

"Elder, should we take a rest?"

Maybe after a day's journey, a disciple is really exhausted.

"No, I don't believe it, I can't catch up with that little bastard." Wang Xiaopang was furious.

"Wang Quanyu, dare to mock the old man, don't let me catch you."

In the sky, Wang Xiaopang roared.

Two days passed quickly.

Wang Xiaopang dragged his exhausted body, followed by several thin-faced disciples, flying over tremblingly with Yujian.

"No, you can't practice like this, and the sword should be more flat."

"You, don't look at others, it's you. Your sword is too rigid, you need to be flexible."

"And you, you still have the nerve to laugh at others. Sword practice is to kill the enemy, not something fancy and juggling like you."

In the attic, Bai Feng was leaning on a recliner, eyes slightly closed, and occasionally pointed out to a group of people practicing swords in front.

"Senior, can you see what's wrong with my swordsmanship?" A bearded Taoist excitedly held his flying sword and started to play.

I saw the sword light flowing on the flying sword, and there was a whistling wind in the air.

"Old Wang is not bad. You can tell from this aura that it is not easy."

"Yeah, old brother Wang's trick of chasing stars and seizing moons is very good!"

"Where is it, I just work harder at ordinary times." Although the bearded Taoist spoke modestly, he couldn't help showing a hint of complacency on his face.

"Brother Wang is too modest."

"Yes."

A group of Taoist priests started a commercial tout.

Bai Feng looked up, then closed his eyes and lost interest.

"The base is unstable, and the control of mana is sparse. Consuming so much mana to maintain the sword light, do you think that the power will be enhanced by how much?"

Bai Feng really didn't want to hurt their confidence, because those who can come here are all masters in the Yiqi Dao League.

Either the older generation of masters, or the younger generation of masters.

Journey to the heavens starting from the fox demon

Chapter 125 Elder Wang was scared away

Most of them consider themselves pretentious.

Bai Feng won their respect not because of his strength.

The flying swords of each of the Taoist priests present are not for display, and they all know a little bit of swordsmanship.

After these two days of observation, Bai Feng found that except for the apprentice of the old Taoist of Tianmen who was still good at swordsmanship, the rest were almost ashamed.

"Big Beard, hand me your sword." Bai Feng said coldly.

The bearded Taoist respectfully handed it over.

Weighing the sword in his hand, Bai Feng glanced at it: "The middle-grade magic weapon is not bad."

"Where is it, this is..."

The bearded man who was habitually bragging was stared at by Bai Feng, and quickly shut his mouth.

"Don't think that if you inject mana into the magic weapon, the attack power of the magic weapon will become stronger." Bai Feng twirled the flying sword and said, "I don't need to teach you the flying sword technique. Today I will teach you how to use the least mana. , cut out your strongest sword."

"Is that impossible?"

"Using the least mana to cast the strongest sword? Isn't it said that the more power the better?"

Ignoring their surprise, Bai Feng continued: "We can compare mana to water. On the same level, do you think it hurts when you hit your body with compressed water or scattered water?"

"Big beard, tell me what you think."

The bearded Taoist priest scratched his head, and said with a simple and honest face: "This should be a little bit of pain, I went to the beach once, and saw the huge waves, which overturned several people."

Bai Feng's face darkened, damn, there seems to be something wrong with this person's brain circuit.

"Come on, stand far away." Bai Feng said in an amiable tone: "All of you spread out. Since this bearded student still supports his point of view, let's test it."

"Yes, bearded man, go further away and lean against the wall behind you."

Bai Feng saw that it was almost done, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.