About half a month later, Yuxi Waterfall.

This is the lower reaches of the Jasper Stream, which is very far away from the place where He Qi and Murong Jiu fought the law that day. The jasper stream carries the water of the mountain stream, comes from above, and because of the drop of the mountain range, at the bottom of this period of less than ten miles, there are seven or eight waterfalls of all sizes.

Xikou Waterfall is one of them, it is more than 30 zhang high, the huge rock is saga, the water is turbulent, but at the same time it is very clear. The waterfall splashes countless droplets of water that sparkle in the sun.

The small trees, grasses, and flowers on both sides of the waterfall are particularly fresh under the bathing of the flying stream.

Rushing down the rapids, crashing into the rocks. It is sprinkled all over the mountain stream like flying flowers and broken jade.

Water vapor is like smoke, like fog, and like dust;

The monk has great magical powers, and can step on the mountains and rivers that ordinary people are difficult to find, so he thinks that this Xikou waterfall is not even majestic, but in the eyes of secular mortals, this place is a scene, and there is a flying stream that goes straight down to 3,000 feet.

The water of the waterfall flows through the wind, raising countless water vapors, which are blown by the mountain wind like light smoke and slowly rise.

At the foot of the waterfall, there are usually many tourists, but today only a few young couples are holding pujas.

A young man said, "This is the flying talisman I refined, it can fly thousands of miles in a day, ordinary mortals can use it, and if you want to reward the acquired martial artists in your family, this talisman is definitely a rare treasure in their eyes." ”

"Another brother, with the ability to refine high-level dungeon talismans, if you want to go into the mountains to hunt beasts with the two of us and sharpen your state of mind, you can sign up early, and at the same time, you can earn some spirit stones. But if the cultivation is too weak, you can't accept it!"

Several people quietly exchanged ears, obviously someone was moved. When someone in the crowd wanted to sign up, a young girl said worriedly: "Daoist Zheng Ying, when you enter the Purple Mist Mountain at this time, aren't you afraid of running into the lewd demon cultivator from the Western Desert?"

The young man named Zheng Ying laughed and said, "Then I happened to encounter the obscene demon cultivator, I heard that several major families of our Yunlang City sent elite disciples of the clan to go into the mountain to experience at the invitation of several affiliated families of Water Mirror City. The goal of the mission is to destroy the evil cultivator.

Presumably, if those genius senior brothers make a move, then any evil cultivator will not escape death, and besides, we will only hunt in the safer areas near the Purple Mist Mountain Range. ”

Another thick-eyebrow young man with a sword at his waist smiled proudly and said, "With me Zheng He, are you still afraid of just one evil cultivator?"

The girl smiled and said, "I believe in the strength of your Zheng brothers, and the matter of hunting in the mountains is counted as one of my Luo Wei." ”

A hint of joy flashed in Zheng He's eyes, obviously this person had a good impression of Luo Wei's daughter, and he was proud to see that the beautiful woman was willing to go along.

Zheng He pretended to be old and suppressed this trace of joy, and asked, "Which other Taoist friend is willing to go!"

"I'll go, I'll go"

Zheng He frowned, a master who really wanted to make an appointment did not sign up, this one was very poor, and it was a monk who had just advanced. How could Zheng He bring an oil bottle into the mountain out of thin air?

Zheng He said:

"Brother Wu, you have just advanced to the iQue realm and are not stable, so you should wait a few years before joining our team! Brother Wang, are you interested in going into the mountain with my brothers. ”

Zheng He looked at a young man with an urgent look, and the man shook his head and said, "I'm not going, the patriarch of the family has repeatedly told me not to enter the mountain during this time." ”

It seems that the prestige of this surnamed Wang is quite high, he said not to go, and several other people who wanted to sign up began to hesitate.

Zheng Ying looked at the young man surnamed Wang and asked, "Why didn't Wang Gongzi enter the mountain, I remember that you have been preparing to enter the mountain some time ago."

The young man surnamed Wang hesitated for a moment and said:

"Brother Zheng, the evil cultivator of the Purple Mist Mountain Range is not as simple as you think, this person has killed hundreds of Dao friends in just ten days, and he has left a lot of living mouths who have seen his face, which shows that if he challenges several great families in Yunlang City. ”

"The other party is not good, and it will not be such an easy person to deal with. ”

Zheng Ying replied disappreciatively: "Several great families have jointly issued orders to hunt and kill, and the portrait of that evil cultivator has been circulated everywhere, and several big cities near this Purple Mist Mountain Range have posted portraits of this evil cultivator, even if this evil cultivator is capable of reaching the sky, it will not escape death!"

Just above the waterfall at the mouth of the stream, dozens of miles upstream a more than ten zhang frog swims in the river water, driving a surging undercurrent above the calm river surface, suddenly this undercurrent becomes a monstrous wave, the original frog drilled out from the bottom of the river.

Jiao's body is the thickness of a water tank, more than ten zhang long, and it is covered with cyan scales.

Qingjiao let out a long groan, and turned into a young gray-clothed Taoist in mid-air.

"Sure enough, it's a water beast"

Although the green dragon that the True Spirit Method came up with is far from the true spirit of heaven and earth, it is much stronger than the demon beasts of the same level!

He Qi looked at the direction, urged the mana, and condensed a gray cloud on the soles of his feet, he looked very ordinary, and he also chose an inconspicuous spell for this escape.

Then he flew downstream without hurrying.

By the waterfall at the mouth of the river, the group of fugue monks entered the competition and competition.

Zheng He smiled and said: "Brother Wang, I was rewarded by the clan and obtained a treasure Yuan Turtle Shield a month ago!

The young man surnamed Wang laughed and said: "It's better to defend than to attack, Brother Zheng, although your Yuan Turtle Shield has been harmful, it is definitely not as strong as my oolong claw!"

"Whoever has been harmed, only after fighting. ”

"Look at the Claws"

The young man surnamed Wang, pinching the magic trick in his hand, a huge black claw grabbed the top of Zheng He's head, and Zheng He sacrificed a dark green turtle shell to greet him, no matter which direction the claw attacked, it was blocked by the turtle shell.

"If you keep it for a long time, you will lose, Brother Zheng, take a good look at my eighteen claws chasing the wind"

At this time, He Qi was passing by here, looking at the pair of young men who were sparring, the two obviously knew each other's details, and they were playing enthusiastically but there was nothing remarkable, He Qi was well-informed, and the starting point was to see the fighting methods of the monks of the same level, and he always felt that it was a child playing at home, if he really met this kind of opponent, it would not be a problem to pick a hundred.

Naturally, a hundred sheep can't fight a tiger, He Qi's exercises are special, the true yuan is majestic, and he can control the spiritual power of the earth in a small area, and the spiritual power of the water line, the difference between the monk of the same level and him is huge. This mortal realm cultivator's martial arts are inferior, and they all have to obtain the god level to control the spiritual power of heaven and earth. Of course, with the current strength of the Divine Xuan Cultivator, the range of spiritual power that can control heaven and earth is far greater than He Qi's current level.

When everyone saw the fighting method of the young man surnamed Wang and Zheng Ying, they applauded for a while, and their hearts were as sweet as if they had eaten honey, as if two peerless masters were facing each other.

In the middle of the fighting, one person looked up and saw the gray clouds in the sky, and the man shouted: "Junior, peep at our fighting methods!"

(End of chapter)