Heavenly practice

When Fan Yun and the others set off early the next morning, they noticed that Shen Zhuo's mood was completely different, and those who stepped on the flying sword asked curiously.

Regarding this, Shen Zhuo showed a meaningful smile, and said leisurely, "Because I met an interesting person last night."

Jiang Huanyan and the others were all at a loss, while someone far away on the Santu Peak in the Lingdu couldn't help laughing at the scene in the water mirror.

"puff--"

Qin Huang sat on the stone next to the Lingquan, laughing out of tears, "My mother, he actually said that the Lord is funny! I laughed so hard! Is there something wrong with his primordial spirit! Puff haha!"

"To shut up."

Chang Ming, who was standing in front of Shui Jing, said something, Qin Huang immediately shut his mouth, but his mind was already racing, thinking about the love and hatred of his master.

Of course, while making up his mind, he also guessed Shen Zhuo's identity, not to mention that the other party can be admired by the venerable, and he can freely enter and exit the cloud, sky and fog realm, even the fact that the other party's spiritual consciousness is stronger than him is enough to shock him up.

In addition to being shocked, I am also very sorry, so that I can't use my spiritual sense to spy on who my wife is.

The black bird outside the valley called impatiently, and Qin Huang's face froze instantly, "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat, I really don't know why you keep such a group of stupid birds! It's better to eat stewed soup, isn't it, my lord?" ?”

Chang Ming never cared about these things and ignored them, and Qin Huang just said something casually, only to hear the person in front of him actually reply.

"Ah."

"..."

He was startled immediately, turned back to look at his lord, and asked tentatively, "Your lord?"

"Go stew."

"..."

Qin Huang held up his handsome face in horror, this man who had a crush on him was really different, even his master who had beaten him for tens of thousands of years was not immune.

However, forget about the stewed bird, Xuanyu will kill him when he comes back.

After muttering for a while, he left silently, thinking that he would also go to Zhongzhou after a while, to find Xuanyu to complain about her bird, and to visit his wife on the way.

And Chang Ming himself looked at Shen Zhuo in the water mirror with deep eyes, as if he didn't understand why gods could be emotional like humans.

Of course, Shen Zhuo on the other side of the water mirror doesn't know all of this. He is sitting on Fan Yun's imperial sword at the moment, looking at the thousand-foot sky below his feet, and he is in a good mood.

Fan Yun at the side finally couldn't help asking a question that he had wanted to ask for a long time, "Brother Chen, aren't you...aren't you afraid of falling to your death?"

"..."

The question was mysterious, Shen Zhuo raised his head, "What, are you going to throw me to death?"

"No no no!"

Fan Yun immediately explained, "I wanted to ask a few days ago, brother Shen, aren't you afraid of standing on the flying sword?"

"good."

Shen Zhuoxin said that I have fallen from the Nine Heavens before, your height of thousands of feet is really nothing.

His expression was very relaxed, but Fan Yun felt pain in his heart when he heard it, thinking that he was very scared when he first set foot on the flying sword, and the brothers in the door comforted him like this, but it turns out that such a mortal is so calm , he is really ashamed to see people.

"what happened?"

Seeing that his expression was not right, Shen Zhuo asked casually.

Fan Yun shook his head, suddenly remembered something, and took out a bamboo flute from his arms, "The shepherd boy you saved asked me to give it to you, he said thank you for saving your life."

The smile on Shen Zhuo's face faded, he looked at the bamboo flute for a moment before reaching out to take it, and after looking at it for a long time, he asked leisurely, "Brother Fan didn't stay with me in the first place just to save my life, right?" ?”

Fan Yun's face froze, and he smiled forcedly, "Brother Shen, why did you do this..."

"The barrier of Jinyang Mountain has been broken, and when the ape demon is in turmoil, it doesn't make sense that you are still willing to take an ordinary person like me with you." Shen Zhuo looked at him indifferently.

The two stood at both ends of the long sword, Shen Zhuo's black hair was blown up by the wind, and the sleeves of his black robe with silver patterns fluttered. Fan Yun looked at the young man with a solemn expression.

"Then let me venture to ask, is brother Shen really a mortal?"

"Can't you see it?"

Shen Zhuo spread his hands and asked with a smile, "How is it not like a mortal?"

"Down from the sky, wearing a treasure that is invulnerable to fire and water, how can Brother Shen look like an ordinary mortal?" Fan Yun asked calmly.

When Shen Zhuo heard this, he turned his head and glanced at Mingyou who was in front of Jiang Huanyan. The other party had obviously been looking at him. He happened to meet the young man's gaze when he turned his head, and the other party immediately looked away in awe.

"Don't look at Mingyou, he didn't say anything, the shepherd boy told me."

"Oh? What did he tell you?"

"He said he saw the flames stop and the monster stop."

Shen Zhuo was startled, and suddenly thought of something, "What's the shepherd boy's name?"

Fan Yun didn't know why he suddenly asked this, but still replied, "I don't know the name, but everyone in Xishui Village is named Lin."

Forest……

Shen Zhuo suddenly laughed lowly, "I actually forgot this..."

"Brother Shen..." Fan Yun frowned slightly, indicating that they were still talking seriously.

They were really serious. The two stood facing each other on the flying sword in mid-air. The wind howled and their clothes fluttered, as if they were about to duel, which attracted the rest of the Kunyi faction to look over.

"Ah, sorry."

Shen Zhuo smiled apologetically, looked up at Fan Yun, "Then I'll cut to the chase, Brother Fan, is he planning to use me to find Huang Lingyu?"

Fan Yun's face froze again, and he squeezed out a sentence, "You..."

"Brother Fan, don't be in a hurry to deny it, you guessed right, I do know Xiao Wuya's new disciple, and he is indeed pregnant with the Phoenix Spirit Jade, but I want to ask Brother Fan a question..."

Shen Zhuo took a step forward stepping on the slender flying sword, approaching Fan Yun, "Who on earth sent this news?"

Facing the handsome young man in front of him, Fan Yun felt some pressure for no reason, "It's... Tianming Pavilion."

Shen Zhuo's pupils shrank, "Tianming Pavilion?"

On the other side of Yuejin City, with the help of Xuanyu, Long Xiang and his party also embarked on the road to Jinyang Mountain, but they encountered seven or eight times of treasure hunting and murder along the way.

A sword pierced the opponent's dantian, Xiao Wuya watched the opponent fall coldly, feeling very bad.

Xuanyu on the side were all sitting in the carriage watching the play, and would gloat and say, "Are you getting impatient?"

Fu Que glanced at her coldly, broke the formation under his feet with a sword, and walked up to Long Xiang, "Are you all right?"

"...It's okay, thank you senior." Long Xiang held the sword with a gloomy expression.

Xue Junmi patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "You are from Zhentianmen."

"...En." Long Xiang's heart softened, he responded, and walked towards Xiao Wuya.

Xiao Wuya was stepping on the cultivator whose dantian had been crippled, with a ferocious expression on his face, "The mere Yuanying came to seize treasures and kill people, and ate gentian! Which sect do you..."

The other party is also a Nascent Soul cultivator, and can be regarded as the leader of the faction. Even though his face is pale and lying on the ground dying, he still stares at Long Xiang who is walking over, and said with a sneer, "The monk is fighting for his life with the sky. Obtaining the Phoenix Lingyu can live at least tens of millions of years longer, who knows if there will be a third demigod?!"

"Ah."

Xuanyu, who was watching a play at the side, suddenly sneered when he heard this sentence, "What kind of ants dare to think about it, demigod, are you worthy?"

Bai Ruying, Zhong Ning and the others at the side were all shocked when they heard this. They knew who this jade girl was, and this monk dared to compare himself with a demigod in front of her... They were really afraid that this one If you are not happy, kill the whole audience.

Suo Xingxuanyu just said that and there was no movement. They were relieved immediately, and their silent admiration for Shen Zhuo increased a little.

"A mere Nascent Soul dares to challenge Ba Jian!"

However, Xiao Wuya became even more angry, and while stepping on the other party's dantian, he cursed, "Let me know who spread the rumors, and I'll kill him with a sword!"

"Xiao Wuya..."

The cultivator stuck his neck and mocked vigorously, "You want to smash the Destiny Pavilion?"