I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

The cloud temples are towering, and the long skirt drags the floor.

Distant mountains have long eyebrows and slender willows with curled waists.

Such a color is endearing to the country and the city.

However, when Feng Yuanjiu saw her, he was not astonished, but only had a murderous intent lingering in his heart.

Feng Yuanjiu stepped on the flying shuttle, condescendingly looked down at Wu Huiniang who was standing on the corpses all over the place, and asked calmly, "Why is my sister looking for a brother?"

Wu Huiniang raised her head slightly, looked at Feng Yuanjiu, who looked like a demon in the fairy forest in the clouds, and secretly said it was a pity, and said with a smile: "However, I walked all the way to Taiqing, and I am fortunate to practice together in the Mingxin Temple, so I can do everything without incident. Can't talk to senior brother?"

Feng Yuanjiuduan measured the situation under his feet, his spiritual sense swept across the two intact defensive arrays, he raised his eyebrows, pressed the shuttle, and landed on the side of the arrays impartially, said indifferently : "As a brother, I know that my talent is not good, so I can only make up for it with diligence. I really don't have the time to gossip with my junior sister."

The corners of Wu Huiniang's mouth curled up, and she said with a smile, "Brother should listen to what my sister has to say."

Feng Yuanjiu took a step forward, took the opportunity of swinging the shaft, brushed the Qiankun bag, took two middle-grade spirit stones, held them in his palms, and stood with his hands behind his back: "Junior Sister, please speak."

Wu Huiniang smiled brightly: "The cousin fell in love with the senior brother at first sight, and wanted to share peaches and eat with the senior brother. Why didn't the senior brother agree to this matter? In this way, the senior brother will not only enjoy a lot of convenience when practicing the six external contemplations. Ji successfully entered the Ninth Inner Courtyard, so he can rely on him."

Feng Yuanjiu was very angry when he heard the words, as if a layer of frost had been cast on his beautiful appearance, he was even colder: "What kind of virtue and ability is Bu Ziming, can he be relied on by the poor?"

Wu Huiniang raised her chin slightly, and said proudly, "I want my senior to know that my cousin is the grandson of the elder who is in charge of the Danding Academy, and he is very popular with Elder Bu."

Feng Yuanjiu smiled, "So what?"

Wu Huiniang said with a smile: "Of course I can give more resources to the senior brother. For the monks of my generation, the wealth and land of the legal couple are very important. If the senior brother follows the cousin, there is no need to worry about these things. Just focus on practicing. That's it. With such a good opportunity, why not do it, senior brother?"

Feng Yuanjiu sneered: "Such a chance, the poor have no blessing to accept it, so there is no need for junior sister to mention it!"

Wu Huiniang smiled slightly: "It's my brother's blessing to be able to enter my cousin's eyes, but I can't allow my brother to shirk."

Is this obedience or obedience or obedience?

Feng Yuanjiu let go and was behind him, and the two middle-grade spirit stones fell into the grooves in the center of the two defensive arrays without any deviation, and said unhurriedly: "The last person who threatened the poor like this , the grass on the grave has been several springs and autumns."

Wu Huiniang sneered, she didn't believe Feng Yuanjiu's words.

She raised her plain hand lightly, and the slender bamboo flute appeared in her palm, her red lips were pressed against the emerald green bamboo flute, and the ear-piercing sound of the flute went straight towards Feng Yuanjiu as if tangible.

Feng Yuanjiu's expression changed slightly.

Separating a ray of consciousness, he glanced at the soul-leading threads in the Qiankun bag, and the balls of black threads were indeed very restless, showing the tendency of breaking through the cage and leaving with the sound of the flute.

Feng Yuanjiu's heart was full of murderous intent, and at the same time as he made a tactic with his left hand to activate the defensive array, he threw a handful of Earth Fire Talisman towards Wu Huiniang with his right hand.

The overwhelming talisman papers came towards us with fire, but Wu Huiniang remained motionless, her green fingers fluttering, only changing the sound of the flute to another tune.

Three monks, one female, two male, jumped down from the towering ancient tree. The female cultivator was handsome, the male cultivator was as strong as a mountain, and the other was very dark and thin. They were all strangers.

As soon as these three appeared, they became three talents and separated around Wu Huiniang, and they helped her to melt away the fire and rain.

A handful of ground fire talismans didn't even burn Wu Huiniang's skirt. Feng Yuanjiu wasn't surprised. He didn't expect those talismans to do anything to Wu Huiniang, but just used them to force out her accomplices.

Feng Yuanjiu strayed into the defensive formation, staring closely at the pupils of the female cultivator who was facing him, it was indeed tangled with black silk!

Presumably those two male cultivators were also drawn by their souls, and they were made into puppets by Wu Huiniang.

In this way, there is no need to waste time thinking about the strategy of differentiation, and the only way to fight is to fight hard.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation, Feng Yuanjiu wiped the Qiankun bag with his palm, took out a red flying sword talisman, and began to inject true energy into the talisman.

Wu Huiniang took the bamboo flute, probably because she felt that she had a chance of winning four against one, or because she was eager to solve the confusion in her heart.

Therefore, instead of letting someone puppet attack the magic circle, he praised it through the magic circle: "You can actually break my soul-drawing, brother, what a trick!"

Feng Yuanjiu chuckled lightly: "It's not as clever as my junior sister. After entering the Nether Sect and learning a whole body of magic cultivation methods, I can still walk through the Taiqing Wenxin Road and enter the Taoist sect to cultivate immortals. I am ashamed of my brother."

Wu Huiniang restrained her graceful posture, showing a bit of coquettishness, and smiled coquettishly: "Heck! My little sister has the right to regard this as a compliment from my senior brother to my little sister!"

Feng Yuanjiu didn't say yes or no, and solemnly stuffed a pill of Huiyuan into his mouth to restore most of the lost true essence.

Wu Huiniang moved her waist lightly: "Senior brother, my little sister is unclear about something, can I ask my brother to clarify my doubts?"

Feng Yuanjiu glanced at the talisman that was half full of true energy, and said calmly: "Junior Sister, please tell me."

"I just love senior brother's gentle and elegant appearance. Even if he wants to kill me, he can still abide by the etiquette of a nobleman and talk to me calmly." Wu Huiniang looked at Feng Yuanjiu with a smile on her face. Intensely tinged with charm,

"It's a pity that senior brother's face is too sought-after. With those arrogances in front of him, the little girl's willow-like appearance won't catch senior brother's attention."

Feng Yuanjiu narrowed his fox eyes slightly, and said slowly: "Junior Sister has a lot of guests in the curtain, no less than a brother."

Wu Huiniang was not annoyed, she chuckled twice, and said: "Little sister is far less discerning than senior brother, and those who share the peaches and eat them are all people on the Tianjiao List, so it's no wonder that my cousin is unmoved. It's just Younger sister has no choice but to persuade senior brother, no matter how powerful those people on your Tianjiao list are, as long as they are not Qin Changsheng and Wan Anping who are too pure, they will not be as helpful to you as my cousin."

Feng Yuanjiu put two Huiyuan Pills in his mouth, Shi Shiran stood up, and asked: "Is this the doubt of Junior Sister?"

Wu Huiniang laughed: "Senior brother, don't be upset. Senior brother, but in the world of fireworks with you, you will be attracted by the one who helped you solve the problem?"

Feng Yuanjiu sneered, and with the formula, the flying sword talisman instantly turned into a huge sword with red flames, passed through the defensive circle, and slashed towards Wu Huiniang and the others.

This talisman was a gift from my second uncle Feng Xiangyu, and it was rubbed from the source of his natal magic weapon, the Chihuang Sword.

Feng Yuanjiu struggled to control from a long distance, and ran towards the handsome female cultivator to slash with her sword, but in the end it fell on the black and thin male cultivator with the lowest cultivation level among the three.

Even if the sword with [-]% power of the natal magic weapon of the great monk in the Nascent Soul stage was cut off, it would instantly cut the black and thin monk at the fourth level of Qi refining into two pieces.

With a successful blow, Feng Yuanjiu immediately controlled the huge sword with a flame tail and stabbed at Wu Huiniang, who was backlashed by the beheading of the human puppet.

Wu Huiniang's red lips were bloodshot, and the delicate female cultivator narrowly avoided the flaming giant sword.

Wu Huiniang glanced at the black and thin male cultivator who had been burned to ashes by the embers of the sword, her face was a little ugly, and she blamed with resentment: "Senior brother is too ruthless, thanks to my little sister who has been planning for you."

It was an endless dead end, now that his face had been torn apart, Feng Yuanjiu was too lazy to talk nonsense, concentrating on manipulating the Chihuang Sword to slash vertically and horizontally, and occasionally pierce.

Wu Huiniang stopped wasting words in vain, and at the same time drove the remaining two puppets to lead her to dodge, and at the same time began to spare no effort to attack Feng Yuanjiu's defensive circle.

After a few rounds, Wu Huiniang's black hair was messed up, the delicate female cultivator lost her arm, and Feng Yuanjiu's two defensive circles were also destroyed. powerless.

Feng Yuanjiu had no choice but to recall the talisman, and took out a set of defensive arrays from the Qiankun bag.

Wu Huiniang stroked her hair from her temples, swallowed two pills, one red and one black, and sighed softly, "Brother, why did you come here! Why don't you go back with me?"

Seeing this, Feng Yuanjiu simply arranged the remaining two sets of defensive magic circles in the Qiankun bag.

Standing up three defensive circles, Feng Yuanjiu felt at ease.

Swallowing two pills of Huiyuan, while recovering the true essence, he sent the true essence into the dim talisman: "Naturally it's not good."

"Senior brother is so stubborn, so don't blame the younger sister for being ruthless."

"Junior Sister's love, don't worry about it."

"Senior brother is also ruthless, all my sister's good words are for you, but you want to have a life-and-death relationship with my sister before you can give up!"

"When you planted a soul pull on me, you and I will have an endless ending." Feng Yuanjiu watched indifferently as the two puppet smashed the half of the crumbling defensive circle, stood up, squeezed Trick, "Junior Sister's pill should be almost restrained, let's stop talking about it, let's do a game to decide life and death!"

Wu Huiniang's fair face became very rosy, and her eyes were a little blurred. With a smile on her delicate face, her cultivation base was rising steadily, and she didn't stop until she reached the sixth level of Qi refining: "It's a pity that senior brother has such a delicate face. Today, I will never see my junior sister again."

Feng Yuanjiu sneered, pinched the magic formula with his jade fingers, and the red flaming giant sword flew out of the three-layer magic circle, and directly slashed at Wu Huiniang.

Wu Huiniang lightened her feet, and a red lotus appeared under her feet, supporting her into the air, avoiding the huge flaming sword happily.

The flaming giant sword continued unabated, until it pierced a huge crack on the mountain wall before turning back tremblingly.

Feng Yuanjiu's brows were indifferent, and he made another tactic, and the Scarlet Phoenix Sword flew out again, slashing towards Wu Huiniang.

Wu Huiniang stepped on the red lotus, turned her waist, avoided the Scarlet Phoenix Sword, and at the same time swung the bamboo flute.

The ear-piercing flute sounds are three long and two short, rapid and high-pitched.

The delicate female cultivator who swung her sword to slash the mask of the defensive magic circle suddenly blew herself up, sending out a rain of blood.

The first defensive circle fell apart in an instant, and cracks appeared on the mask of the second magic circle, which was crumbling.

Feng Yuanjiu's face changed slightly, and he looked up at Wu Huiniang.

I saw that her delicate face became more and more red, and her cultivation base climbed again, until she climbed to the peak of the eighth level of Qi Refining and did not stop.

When a puppet is killed, his cultivation level will rise once. If Feng Yuanjiu can't see the key to it, it means that he has lived in vain for more than three hundred years in two lifetimes.

Feng Yuanjiu slapped three Vajra Talismans on his body in succession, and the Scarlet Phoenix Sword shot again.

The moment the Scarlet Phoenix Sword slashed out, the only remaining human puppet followed in the footsteps of the delicate female cultivator as he expected.

The rest of the defensive circle was shattered in an instant, and Feng Yuanjiu was forced to retreat more than ten steps before standing still after being threatened by the puppet's self-detonation.

Feng Yuanjiu's qi and blood surged, and the Scarlet Phoenix Sword lost control, turning into a page of talisman paper and floating down.

Wu Huiniang's cultivation level skyrocketed again, reaching the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, which was five levels higher than Feng Yuan's ninth level!

Feng Yuanjiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, suppressed the turbulent blood, took out a purple magic talisman from the Qiankun bag, and injected it with real energy: "Junior Sister is willing."

The bamboo flute in Wu Huiniang's palm turned into a long stick with the same eyebrows, and she pointed at Feng Yuanjiu: "It is worthwhile to get the senior brother out of the layers of turtle shells!"