The incense of Wenqu Temple is prosperous, and many women offer incense to pray for Wenqu Xingjun and Ke Zhuangyuan to protect their son to be able to enter the department smoothly.

Xun Yi took Bai Fu around the Wenqu Temple. From time to time, I picked up something from the vendor next to me to eat, and when I touched my pocket, I remembered that I didn't have any money.

So he said to the stall owner: "Aunt Liu, write it down first, and go back to our house to find Brother Ming to report the account." Otherwise, I'll go and get you something?" he said, and his eyes saw a vendor with a wooden ring not far away.

When the peddler saw Xun Yi's gaze, he suddenly trembled, if it weren't for the fact that someone was still in the trap, he would have wanted to close the stall immediately.

Aunt Liu sells syrup and ginger candy, followed Xun Yi's gaze, and said with a smile: "Forget it, it's not easy for people to do a little business, so don't go to the field." ”

Xun Yi has had amazing luck since he was a child, and when he was in the ring, he was nine out of ten circles, and the remaining one was to see the poor traders, so he deliberately still deviated. As soon as he showed up at the temple fair, the vendors immediately paid him to eat, and he must be stopped at the food stall and not allowed to go to the game stall that requires luck, such as ring and lot.

"Yi Xiaogongzi, you can eat as much as you like today, I'll invite you!" the ringed vendor shouted Yaoyao, and was about to get up and come over to pay the bill.

"Forget it, I don't have time to play today, I'll talk about it at the next temple fair. Xun Yi asked for another packet of ginger candy: "Auntie, keep accounts, go back to our house to get money." As he spoke, he suddenly saw a man with a hurried expression leaving from the grove around the Wenqu Temple.

"It's him!" Bai Fu's brush kept shaking: "Childe, stop him, he wants to run!" ”

"Don't worry, he can't go. Xun Yi said goodbye to the acquaintance on the vendor's side, calculated the direction, and went to the east gate along the path to intercept it.

"Damn, damn, damn!" Ma Jingyi kept shouting and scolding in his heart, and left towards the east gate in the crowd. "It was discovered so quickly!"

Not long ago, a divine power in the Wenqu Temple scanned the surroundings, and the god behind him immediately warned him to leave. In addition, there was also a tip-off, and he and his companions fled separately.

"That guy has an identity in the city, and he can hide, but I can find out just by looking it up. You must leave Qinglong City, this is the place where the gods of the city god are the most powerful, as long as you get outside the city, it will be easy to do. ”

He was worried all the way, for fear that someone would arrest him behind his back.

Walking to the city gate, the soldiers on both sides casually checked it, and when they saw the four treasures of the study in his basket, they let them go.

Step by step, pass through the East Gate Yongdao and walk in the urn city.

"Haha, a group of stupid mortals, just by virtue of you, you can also see the effect of the magic pen refined by my family master?"

Qinglong City used to be a strategic location, and the urn city was built at the east and west gates, so that the gateway of the urn city was facing the south. Walking in the path of the urn city, I saw two soldiers at the side gate of the urn city.

also checked it hastily, and then let Ma Jingyi leave.

Out of the city, through the moat, I suddenly felt that the big stone in my heart fell, and I just wanted to look up to the sky and howl.

"No, no, let's be more conservative and leave the main city. After walking a little further, he went into the dense forest next to him, looked at the people around, and looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Uncle, don't you think the laughter is harsh?" Suddenly, a crisp teenage voice came from the treetops overhead.

When I looked up, I saw a fair-skinned and handsome young man sitting on the treetops. His legs swayed, and he looked at Ma Jingyi on the ground with a sunny smile. From time to time, I took the ginger candy and knocked one, and the chewing crunched.

"You are ......" Ma Jingyi is not from this city, and he doesn't know Xun Yi, the future head of the Xun family.

"The one who captured you!" Xun Yi sat on the tree and patted the wooden sword on his waist: "You are selling writing in the city these days?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Ma Jingyi secretly said that something was wrong, and his eyes looked around looking for a way to escape.

"Looks like it's you? In this case, as long as you kneel on the ground and learn to bark three times, and then shout 'Childe spare your life' and report your accomplices, Childe can consider a lighter sentence. Looking down at the panicked man below, there was a sense of pleasure in his heart.

"It's the most interesting to see other people's flustered and overwhelmed expressions!" Xun Yi sighed lightly, and suddenly felt that it made sense to run all the way just now.

Bai Fu next to him shook his body and secretly discussed: "Do you think everyone is as happy as you are to abuse people?"

"Fart!" Ma Jingyi was furious, took out a pen from the basket, and quickly wrote the word "god" on his body.

"Lord, lend your power to the villain. "Please enter the body, the golden aura above his head opened, and Xun Yi instinctively felt that there was a grand idea slowly falling in the distance.

"The fourth style of Maolin swordsmanship, the ghost acacia welcomes guests. The wooden sword drew a graceful arc and stabbed at Ma Jingyi at an extremely tricky and mysterious angle.

"Well done!" Bai Fu secretly praised: "This kind of invitation to the god into the body takes time, don't give him time to cast spells, interrupt directly!"

The body is like a ghost, the gray smoke is followed, the sword is like a yin locust, and the ghost cries and howls. Ma Jingyi had just been halfway through inviting the gods when he was stabbed by the sword qi.

"Bundle!" Ma Jingyi's eyes turned golden, and he wrote in cursive with a golden font. The big bundle instantly turned into a divine power rope and trapped Xun Yi.

"Childe, this is the attack method of the Wenshen family, and it uses proverbs to control everything. Words, pictures, words can become a real force of attack. ”

Xun Yi remembered the method used by Wen Juan to deal with the white-haired giant beast in the first place, and asked in a low voice, "How to crack it?"

Bai Fu turned into a villain and sat on Xun Yi's shoulder: "Use the Chenghuang seal in your left hand." Just by gently stroking the sword with your left hand and blessing it with divine power, you can turn the Maolin sword technique into a true Shinto sword technique. ”

Xun Yi gritted his teeth, bit out blood from the tip of his tongue, forcibly broke free from Ma Jingyi's shackles, and wiped the wooden sword with his left hand, and the original yellow wooden sword was attached to the red and cyan divine power shining brightly.

"Chenghuang?" Ma Jingyi muttered to himself, feeling a stinging pain in his body, and wrote the word "healing" to heal the wound that had just been stabbed by Xun Yi.

"In the end, this believer is not very religious, and since I have only completed half of the invitation to God, I can't even exert one percent of my strength. The thought of abandoning the believers arose in the deity's mind, but then he thought, "I still need him to open up new markets, and I can't give up at this time." The other party seems to be just a little ghost who has just entered the Shinto, and he has just taken charge of the City God Seal, so he should not be afraid. If he can be captured, Qinglong City will be better breached. ”

The god thought clearly, picked up the pen and began to write the third word. But before he started, his eyelids jumped, and Xun Yi, who had just broken free from the restraints on the other side, disappeared, and only a wisp of fragrance entered his nostrils.

"The Eighth Sword of Maolin - Cinnamon Leaves the Soul!" Ten miles of cinnamon fragrance floated, and the toad palace cinnamon broke branches.

The gods instinctively dodged out of place and rolled on the spot to dodge the attack. I saw a flash of silver light, shooting straight from the place where Xun Yi disappeared to the place where "Ma Jingyi" had just footed.

A small pit appeared on the ground, and Xun Yi's figure reappeared vaguely not far away.

"Tsk. Xun Yi looked at the ground dissatisfied. Guixiang Leaving the Soul is a sword move used by the Maolin Sword to walk and assassinate. Emphasis on one-hit killing, but I didn't expect this to be escaped.

"Childe, this is a god, although the possession is not completed, but the god's instinct is still there, and it is already an excellent result to be able to force him to dodge. Bai Fu said as he summoned the civil and military judges through the body of Yin City to order troops to block the surroundings.

"This kid has a lot of talent. Ma Jingyi saw that Xun Yi easily combined his swordsmanship with divine power, and was vigilant in his heart: "No, you must fight quickly, and you must not give him a chance to adapt to divine power." He quickly wrote two words, one "tiger" and one "rock".

Just a tiger character made Ma Jingyi's own only remaining divine power dissipate a lot, and the god's heart was horizontal, and Shouyuan, who forcibly squeezed Ma Jingyi, wrote the second "rock" word.

"It's a pity that this believer's divine power is too weak, if only another believer was there. Sensing another person in the city, the evil god dispelled the idea again. Now that you've been ambushed, why waste another piece of your own?

Tiger, rock, the two words were transformed in the air, a fierce colorful tiger roared and appeared, and rocks continued to fall in the air, constantly interfering when the tiger attacked Xun Yi.

The rocks fell one after another, Xun Yi jumped away from the rock attack point, only to see a huge falling rock gradually blocking the range of action. The word "rock" that kept spinning overhead continued to drop stones.

"This is a mantra that keeps attacking, right? Just break it?" Xun Yi said as he blocked the evil tiger with his sword.

Upon hearing Xun Yi's words, the gods sneered: "Shatter, my mountain rock spell extracts ten years of life from this guy as a price, not to mention that you are a shallow mortal, even the real gods may not be able to succeed." ”

Bai Fu also whispered: "Don't worry, son, our people are coming soon." Childe just needs to drag it until that moment. When the merit book is recorded, the Lord Chenghuang will have an excuse to help you treat your heart disease. ”

"The banyan covers the sky. "The huge banyan tree bent and danced its roots to repel the tiger, and the dense canopy above its head was like a green canopy that bounced off all the rocks, splashing back and forth in the dense forest and smashing old trees one after another.

A banyan tree becomes a forest, which is the strongest defensive sword move in the Maolin sword. Under the exertion of divine power, it turned into a real great establishment behind it.

Xun Yi adjusted his tuna, and after the banyan tree was shattered by the mountain rock and the tiger, the sword style in his hand changed: "Eleven swords in the forest, and the pine sees snow." ”

In the harsh winter, the heavens and the earth were slaughtered, the wind and snow turned into ice blades, the banyan trees behind them disappeared and the green ancient pines appeared, countless pine needles shot out, and the tiger was beaten into a sieve in the blink of an eye, and the blood flowers rendered the pine.

When the pine saw the snow, it alluded to a sword stained with blood.

Xun Yi's face was grim, holding the sword in both hands, looking at the cursive script that kept falling rocks in the air. "Withered plum sparse shadow!"

The scattered plum shadows turned into dozens of lights and shadows, and pounced on the "rock" along the wooden sword.

The font flashed red, and Xun Yi was immediately shaken away, and the font was unscathed.

"Haha...... Ha ha...... How can this blood spell spell that uses the soul Shou Yuan to break it with your mortal swordsmanship?" Taking advantage of Xun Yi's kung fu to break the law, the gods wrote again, this time writing a single word, but a poem - Lifeng Liao Red Flame.

Suddenly, the fire was blazing, and the golden phoenix, a firebird with wings spread high, circled in the dense forest. The red flames engulfed the forest like a vicious beast.

The dense woods are set ablaze by flames, and heat waves are blowing in the face.

Xun Yi frowned, and suddenly rushed towards the place where the god was. Capture the thief and capture the king first, maybe kill him and break this spell?

The gods hurriedly manipulated the word "rock" and built a huge stone wall in front of him to block Xun Yi from the outside.

"Childe, it's impossible to attack him without breaking this font, is this a mysterious law of Wen or wait for the judgment to come. Childe just be careful not to get burned. ”

Bai Fu didn't think that according to Xun Yi's current strength, he would be able to break this magic technique. Just let him protect himself with peace of mind, and wait for him and Wen Ju's body to come.

Xun Yi didn't speak, and through the gap, he could vaguely see that the person on the other side was still carving a new spell. I felt anxious in my heart, but at this time, I calmed down, closed my eyes, squatted on the horse, and recalled the Maolin swordsmanship that my father had demonstrated to me.

The forehead was sweaty, and the sparks splashed on the Confucian clothes, igniting holes one by one.

"Scorching peach. Peach blossoms appeared around him, and Bai Fu wanted to persuade him to change to Cangsong to save his life. Suddenly, I saw a fiery red maple leaf in the dying peach blossom.

"Maple fire?" Bai Fu was surprised and delighted, this was one of the three hidden swords in the twelve swords of Maolin. The autumn breeze is bleak, and the red maple is like fire.

"Combine sword skills!" Bai Fu thought of what Mao Degong said when he created the Twelve Swords, and immediately understood what Xun Yi was doing.

The scorching flowers and maple fire are superimposed, and the surrounding fiery red maple leaves are accompanied by peach blossoms.

Layers of fire circles wrapped around Xun Yi, and the flames ignited in the dense forest gathered around Xun Yi little by little and turned into their own power, and finally formed a fire dragon: "Go!"

The fire dragon roared in the air, and the golden phoenix turned into fire was like a great enemy. With the shimmering scorching bloom, the fire phoenix was submerged in another red sea of fire, and then the attack sword qi shattered the word "rock" in the air and rushed towards the gods.

The god looked indifferent: "Seal!" Shou Yuan, who extracted Ma Jingyi again, wrote down the word "seal", the red fire dragon collided with the seal word, and the whole body flew into the seal word and turned into a fire dragon rune paper.

"The combination of swordsmanship can actually attract the five elements, and this swordsmanship has been separated from the mortal stream. The gods looked Xun Yi up and down.

Xun Yi snorted, held his sword again, and stepped forward, but just after taking a few steps, his body suddenly stiffened, and his face struggled in pain. The wooden sword fell to the ground, and he lay straight on the ground and curled up in a ball.

"It can be seen that your health is not good, can your body stand it when you fight with me so fiercely and perform this combination of sword skills?"

"Boy, you have good talent, but you have no experience, and a mortal who has just taken the Divine Seal also wants to fight with a god like me?" With a flick of his fingers, he smashed the clod of soil under Xun Yi's body and knocked him into the trunk of a tree in the distance.

"Poof-" Spitting blood, Xun Yi struggled and passed out.

The gods were about to kill them all when they suddenly looked up. The shield of divine power established by Wen Juan and the others is about to fall, and the gods are gradually losing their connection with the body.

"That's it. Finally, he said, "You just wait for death." Heart attack, presumably not survived. With that, the gust of wind rushed into the gap in the air that was slowly shrinking. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net