Originally, he didn't take Ling Xian in his eyes, and the sneak attack was also to save trouble, but the other party was able to avoid his sneak attack, which was unexpected. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be an ordinary immortal cultivator, his face couldn't help but flash a trace of gloom, but it quickly returned to normal.

Even if the other party has some strength, the name of the following ten masters is not called in vain, at most, it will take a little more effort.

How can a mere nobody, really have the strength to compete with himself?

Thinking of this, his face regained his composure, and on the other side, Ling Xian was terrified in his heart, and then a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and a wisp of sword light appeared in the wave of his sleeve robe.

The whole body is turquoise, exuding a soft luster, but Cao Yujie's eyes are slightly narrowed, without any contempt, Gu Bao, and the grade is very high!

"Go!"

Ling Xian snorted softly, and before his words fell, the green spirit sword suddenly swelled up, exuding an astonishing coercion, and slashed forward.

This time the enemy was not trivial, and Ling Xian planned to try his magical powers first.

"Yes, yes, I can't see that you little guy still have a little strength. ”

A look of surprise flashed on Cao Yujie's face, and then he sneered, slapped the storage bag, and a fist-sized bead was sacrificed by him.

I don't know what kind of treasure it is, but it smashes towards the sword light with a rumbling sound.

Soon, colliding with the Qingling Sword, the colorful cold rays were intertwined with each other, and after a few collisions, the Qingling Sword was actually defeated.

Ling Xian's eyes couldn't help but widen.

This is a treasure that he has selected thousands of times, and he naturally knows how powerful it is, and he has never encountered a few things that will be defeated in front of him.

How is that possible?

However, before this thought could be reversed, new dangers had emerged.

I saw that Cao Yujie's palm was flipped, and a brush appeared on his chest, shining with inspiration.

For such a magic weapon, Ling Xian was not surprised, just like sword cultivators, who like to drive flying swords, Confucian immortal cultivators also particularly prefer the four treasures of the study.

"Good time!"

Ling Xian laughed angrily, his left hand was raised slightly, and dozens of sword qi swam out of his sleeve, rising in the wind, and in an instant, the diameter was already above Zhang Xu.

"Hurry!"

Ling Xian pointed at it, and those sword qi roared towards the other party like a storm.

Don't look at it, this is just a gathering of spiritual power, in terms of power, it is comparable to the blow of an ordinary early stage monk's magic weapon.

And Ling Xian released dozens of sword qi.

Having already tested the strength of the enemy, Ling Xian certainly didn't dare to leave anything behind.

However, the scholar's face was not afraid, and with a flick of his sleeve robe, an inkstone-shaped magic weapon slipped off the sleeve!

It was filled with dark ink.

In the face of the overwhelming sword light, the scholar splashed ink, only to see him take the dragon and snake, make paper with the void, and write a big "shield" character.

Then a breath of aura erupted at the ancient words, and a "poof" sound came into the ears, and the spiritual light flowed, and then the capitalized ancient characters really became a shield.

The shape is quaint.

At first glance, it looks like a real treasure.

Then the sound of "poof" came to the ears, the sword qi hit it, and the cracking sound burst out, and the aura on the surface of the shield quickly dimmed, but it blocked all the sword qi.

"It's ......"

Ling Xian's eyes widened, as the saying goes, it is better to see than to hear, he has also heard of the magical powers of Confucian monks, but he didn't expect that it would be so mysterious.

Out of nothing, the words written can be transformed into treasures.

Ling Xian was also considered to be knowledgeable, but this time, it really made him a little dumbfounded.

As soon as he thought of this, Cao Yujie made another move, splashed ink, and wrote a word in the sky.

And this word Ling Xian didn't actually recognize.

Don't be curious, what the other party is writing is an ancient script.

Although Ling Xian also understood some of the characters in ancient times, compared with Confucian monks, it was naturally far inferior.

A bad premonition arose in my heart.

Roar!

Sure enough, a roar came to my ears.

The words shone brightly, and then transformed into a monster.

With a body length of more than several zhang, it looked more ferocious than ordinary demon beasts, and with an earth-shattering roar, it pounced towards Ling Xian.

And this is just the beginning, Cao Yujie continued to splash ink, and as he walked the dragon and snake, one after another demon beasts emerged from the tip of his pen.

If the other party had just transformed into a shield Ling Xian was just stunned, then at this moment, he really had nothing to say.

The fairy law is magical and breathtaking.

Of course, Ling Xian would not show weakness.

The sleeve robe shook, and a ball of spiritual light flew out, and after a hover, the brilliance spread, but a simple scroll came into view.

Ling Xian punched out a spell.

This treasure suddenly had a great light, and then countless ghost mist swarmed out, and there were shadows in the mist, and then many blue-faced and fanged ghosts ran out.

Suddenly, the ghost cried and the wolf howled, and collided with the demon beast that the other party had transformed.

The two sides showed their magic powers, and they fought a mess, and at first they didn't have to decide whether they won or lost, but as time went by, Ling Xian's side gradually lost their opponents.

There is no other reason, the ghost things in the middle of the ghost map are limited.

But on the other side, the other party only needs to splash ink, and the demon beast will draw it endlessly, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is endless.

And so on, it can't be said to be endless.

After all, the other party's writing seems to be extremely simple, but in fact, this is just the surface, whether it is in the immortal world or the world, there is no such thing as pie in the world.

Every time the other party writes a word, he can change into a powerful monster, and the spiritual power contained in it is extraordinary.

In other words, every time the other party writes such a word, it actually consumes an extremely astonishing amount of mana.

If it is an ordinary immortal cultivator in the Xuan Period, he can't support his kung fu for a long time, but this guy in front of him is like a leisurely stroll, splashing ink while walking with a pen and a snake, and easily write out the ancient characters one by one.

The depth of the mana made Ling Xian secretly speechless.

In addition to being surprised, my heart was full of surprise.

What's the matter, Ling Xian asked himself if he was already a powerhouse among the cultivators of the same level, but how could this guy in front of him look even more powerful than himself?

It stands to reason that this is impossible.

After all, although there are many influencing factors on the strength of a monk, the most important ones are two.

The first is the practice of cultivation.

The power of the exercises can be said to have the most direct impact on the strength of the monks, and the other is the treasure.

The power of the treasure is naturally needless to say, and the impact on the strength of the monk is naturally not to be said.

And this is exactly what Ling Xian felt strange.

Let's talk about the exercises first, unlike ordinary monks, there are two kinds of major exercises.

Thousand Illusion Jiao Jue and Tianfeng True Spirit Jue!(To be continued.) )