The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

　　 During Liang Yan's contemplative effort, the fight between Fan Xunmei and Nangong Xiaomei has gradually become fierce.

　　 I saw Nangong Xiaomei dancing with her long sleeves, and red cloths flying in the air, like a fairy in the moon palace, dancing lightly. It's just that the red sleeves in the air, with murderous intent, surrounded Fan Xunmei, clearly trying to strangle him.

　　 And as the grandson of the ancestor of Tan Shanzong, Fan Xunmei is obviously not simple. Although he was surrounded by the sky full of red sleeves, he was calm about his advancement and retreat. From time to time, he took a palm in the air and swung away the red sleeves that hit his front door. A wave of righteousness hovered around him, and the red sleeves couldn't get into his body at all. Three inches.

　　 It's just that there is a red light spot hidden in the red sleeves, which is looming under the cover of the red sleeves, stabbing Fan Xunmei from time to time.

　　 Fan Xunmei seemed to be quite jealous of this object. She avoided it several times. She had no choice but to use her spiritual power to knock it off the wrong side with the "Ball Mountain Palm", but she never dared to insist on it.

　　 The two stood in a stalemate for a moment, and suddenly Nangong Xiaomei turned around in the air and threw a small medicine bottle forward. The medicine bottle shattered at the sight of the wind, and a puff of pink smoke emerged from it. It was slapped by Nangong Xiaomei's red sleeves, and it was in front of Fan Xunmei in the blink of an eye.

　　 Fan Xunmei seemed to be prepared long ago, showing no signs of panic. He took out a small cloth bag from his sleeve, threw it in the air, and raised his hand to make a magic trick.

The cloth bag was originally tied to the mouth of the bag by a string. With Fan Xunmei’s method, the string fell off automatically, and the mouth of the bag suddenly opened. A whistling gust of wind gushed out of it, instantly blowing the surrounding powder mist. Do nothing.

　　 "Lan wind sock!" Nangong Xiaomei exclaimed.

　　 "Hey, even if you have some knowledge, this is the best item in the middle-grade spirit weapon. The poisonous mist used to break your Xiangxiangzong can't be more suitable." Fan Xunmei said with a complacent expression.

　　 "It seems that you are deliberate and prepared. I don't know when I smelled Xiangzong and offended you."

　　 "Offend? Hey, rebelliousness means offense!" Fan Xunmei's eyes were cold, and the folding fan in his hand was swung forward, blowing the red sleeves all over the sky, and then sending the folding fan forward.

　　 swish swish!

　　 I saw the eight-heeled fan bone of the folding fan unexpectedly flew out of it, turned into eight black lights, and shot towards Nangong Xiaomei.

　　 Nangong Xiaomei's complexion changed drastically, urging the technique, and recalled the red dagger, but the black light came too fiercely. With the power of the red dagger, there was only enough time to stop three black lights, and there were still five black lights shooting at her.

　　 Nangong Xiaomei hurriedly floated away, and at the same time her hands were sealed, opening a red circle in front of her. The five black lights pierced the red aperture silently, revealing the real body, which turned out to be five black iron nails.

　　 These iron nails are pitch black all over, and each has a black plum blossom on the nail head, which is very strange.

　　 At this moment, although they were stopped by the red aperture, they did not lose control. On the contrary, the black plum blossoms on the needle became more and more prosperous, while the red aperture became smaller and lighter.

　　 "What is this? It can absorb my spiritual power!" Nangong Xiaomei was shocked.

　　 To say that Fan Xunmei's strength is in the seventh level of Qi training, which is quite satisfactory. If you really want to compare, it may not be Nangong Xiaomei's opponent. It's just that he is the grandson of the founding ancestor of Tan Shanzong, and this ancestor has recently been promoted to the Juyuan realm.

　　He is very fond of this younger generation of his own, and he has given a lot of powerful spiritual tools, these spiritual tools are so that the foundation building monks will see them, and they will be heartbroken. Fan Xunmei relied on the power of spiritual weapons, and among ordinary monks of the same rank, it could be said to be invincible vertically and horizontally.

　　 Nangong Xiaomei held on for a while, the red circle became lighter and lighter, and finally he snorted, as if he had been pierced by something, and the five black plum nails were no longer blocked, and they whizzed towards her.

Nangong Xiaomei's expression was shocked, and she couldn't change her skills in a hurry. Seeing that the black plum nails were about to come, suddenly a golden light flashed beside her, and then stretched out two slender hands from the side, unexpectedly took all the five black plum nails in an instant. .

Nangong Xiaomei turned her head and looked, and saw a young man in a Confucian robe pulling five black plum nails in his hand. The black plum nails were still struggling, the nail-headed black plum blossomed in full bloom, and the golden light was sucked out of the young man's body. , Follow the black nail straight to the black plum.

　　 Just as soon as Heimei touched the golden light, it was like a mouse meeting a cat, and it ignited out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, five groups of raging flames ignited in the hands of the young man in Confucian robes, and he was rubbed with his hands, and finally turned into a ball of fly ash, which fell on the ground.

　　 "Unfortunately, you can't absorb this spiritual power." The young man glanced at the black gray on the ground with regret.

　　The boy who came is naturally Liang Yan who has been observing secretly.

　　 Fan Xunmei saw that he easily broke his black plum nails, and couldn't help but be furious, "Who are you? I dare to ruin my good deeds of Tan Shanzong, don't you know the name of Xue Wuyan, my ancestor of Tan Shan?".

　　 Liang Yan glanced at him, unhurriedly took out a folding fan from behind him, and followed the appearance of Fan Xunmei before, shaking the fan gently, shaking his head and saying:

　　 "The phoenix and the phoenix begs for the phoenix, and they don't sleep in the middle of the night. The flute and sing poetry are unreasonable, and they are so embarrassed that they bow to the bow. The ancient walls are five feet thick, not as skinny as Brother Fan."

　　 even closed the folding fan as he talked, clasping his fists in both hands, screaming at Fan Xunmei, as if he had seen an expert.

　　 "Puff!" Nangong Xiaomei behind her couldn't help laughing. She gave Liang Yan a blank look, and said in her heart: "What a tired kid."

　　 "You're looking for death!" Fan Xunmei was furious. He hurriedly urged the technique in his hand, and then sacrificed the "lan wind bag", and several powerful wind blades slashed towards Liang Yan.

　　 Liang Yan put away the joke color when he saw it, and the light blue spiritual power in his hand turned sharply, bringing the "distraction method" to the extreme. I saw countless wind blades passing by, all of them used the "distraction method" to eliminate the wind, and finally returned to the world.

　　 Fan Xunmei's face changed drastically, and she was surprised: "What kind of demon is this?"

　　 Liang Yan broke his supernatural powers and didn't talk to him at all. With a golden light in his hand, he punched him.

　　 Fan Xunmei has seen his supernatural powers, knowing that he can't take it hard, and hastily retreats. At the same time, he gritted his teeth, took out a simple book from the storage bag, threw it to the sky, and instantly played several tricks.

　　 The book was suspended in the air, emitting a faint silvery white light, and a mighty coercion radiated from above. Liang Yan couldn't help but stop, and Fan Xunmei slipped away in front of him.

　　 Fan Xunmei found a gap, and continued to use his techniques, hitting the books in the air one after another. The books moved in response, and they opened slowly, and a vast and distant breath radiated from the pages of the book.

　　 Liang Yan suffocated his breath, hurriedly urged Hun Gong to stabilize his mind, and then raised his eyes to look at the book in the sky, and for a moment he did not dare to act rashly.

　　 Suddenly there was a rumbling sound, and there was something unexpectedly popping up in the booklet, a gray water chestnut with moss, it looked like a strange stone.

　　 Liang Yan took a few steps back subconsciously, and then looked suspiciously in the air.

I saw that the strange rock rose higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye it had already risen by a foot from the book, but its remaining power did not diminish, and it did not mean to stop. On the contrary, it rose faster and faster. In the end, it rose from the book. Raise the tip of a small mountain peak.

　　 Liang Yan was horrified, turned his head to look at Fan Xunmei, and saw that his face was pale, obviously he had reached the limit.

　　 At this moment, a hill as high as a small attic has risen from the book, but Fan Xunmei's cultivation base during the refining period is limited in spiritual power after all, and it is impossible to cast down the spell.

　　 That booklet ended here, slowly closed, and flew back to Fan Xunmei's hands again, leaving only a small section of the vast mountain floating in the air.

　　 Although this mountain is only a section of the top of the mountain, it is as high as three stories, and the grotesque rocks on it exude a wave of mighty pressure.

"Boy, I really admire you. The only level five level of qi training is so powerful. But when you meet me today, you are destined to be the ghost of this book mountain." Fan Xunmei said, reaching out and pointing towards Liang Yan. .

　　 The hilltop seemed to have received his order, and it rotated in mid-air, pressing against Liang Yan.

　　 Liang Yan bit his teeth, took out the Jiulong stick from the storage bag, and stabbed him with a golden light on his body. The top of the hill that was screaming over his head was in the air.

　　 Boom!

　　 How heavy the mountain top is, even Liang Yanxiu felt as if he had received a heavy punch on his chest, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

　　 "The son!"

　　 Nangong Xiaomei exclaimed, wanting to help. But as soon as she left, she was stopped by a withered palm that stretched out from the side. This person just flicked her, and her whole body's spiritual power could not be transported.

　　 Nangong Xiaomei turned her head and looked around, feeling cold in her heart. I saw that the uncle dog was the one who took the shot, and Yue Xiaozhu and Li Xiaosong had already been taken down by both of them, and they were tied together with a rope.

　　 Boom!

　　 The top of the mountain suddenly exerted force, and an unprovoking coercion radiated downward, pressing Liang Yan's legs into the ground.

　　 Liang Yan was at the bottom of the mountain, and only felt the blood in his body churning, even the bones all over his body would fall apart.

　　 Seeing that half of his body has been submerged in the soil under the mountain top inch by inch, his mind suddenly became clear, and the first half of the formulas in Hun Hun Gong read through his mind repeatedly, and his eyes gradually showed excitement.

　　 Boom!

　　 The top of the mountain was finally pressed down, Liang Yan disappeared, and he seemed to have been crushed to death by the top of the mountain.

　　 "Hahaha! Praying man arm as a car, I can't help it!" Fan Xunmei's pale face was filled with a sickly blush, "An unknown person who dares to prevent me from doing things Tan Shanzong deserves to be crushed into flesh."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Nangong Xiaomei, Yin Yin said: "If you take the initiative to become interested, today's things could have been avoided. But now it seems that I have to make you suffer a bit before you recognize your status. !"

　　 Nangong Xiaomei gritted her teeth and said: "The surname Fan, I advise you to stop as soon as possible. If this matter is known to my master, I am afraid that there will be no Tan Shanzong in Zhao."

　　 "Hahaha!"

　　 Fan Xunmei seemed to laugh at the most funny thing in the world.

"You **** is very angry. You smell the incense sect but you can't build a small sect. Now my ancestors have come here. If your lord is obedient, if you dare to disobey, you will ask you to go up and down. At that time, your hidden weapon runes will still belong to our Tan Shanzong!"

　　 He laughed wildly, affecting his lungs, causing a few coughs, and then he wanted to mock Nangong Xiaomei again. Suddenly, there was a loud noise behind him, and he turned his head to look around.

　　 I saw the hill that originally suppressed Liang Yan, suddenly humming from the ground, and then the whole hill trembled like chaff.

"what?!"

　　 Fan Xunmei was horrified and inexplicably surprised. Before he could figure out what was happening, he heard a sound of "clicks", and then countless spider-web-like cracks opened on the surface of the mountain, and there was golden light in the cracks.

　　 Boom!

　　 The next moment, the entire mountain top fell apart, as if being bombarded by a huge force, breaking into countless stones. Hearing a long howl, a figure jumped out of the rubble in the sky.

This person is naturally Liang Yan~www.ltnovel.com~ At this moment, his face is covered with dust, his Confucian robe is also in tatters, his whole body is ashen, but his eyes are piercing, revealing a sense of excitement. look.

　　 "So that's the case, this is the so-called ‘Jin moves freely, and each other is born from the heart’!"

When the old monk left him that day, he had instructed him to mix the eight phases of the exercises, which are not only the hundred phases of sentient beings, but also the treasured phases of the Buddha. If you can practice to the state of "coming from the heart", even if you don't pose in the posture of Dhamma, It can also make use of the magical effect of the law, which is considered as "beginning".

　　 Just now Liang Yan was suppressed by the mountain, half of his body fell into the mud. He couldn't put up the posture of Fa-xiang in Hunhun Gong at all. Under the crisis, he was blessed to the soul, and he realized the realm of "coming from the heart". As far as the heart came, the power of the "one punch" surged, piercing the entire hill.

　　 Speaking of his practice and mixing skills for a long time, he has already been infinitely close to the "beginning state" that the old monk said. What has been lacking for a long time is only the glimmer of opportunity, and now it is a matter of course to advance under the predicament.

　　 Liang Yan penetrated the supernatural powers and was in a good mood. After raising his head and screaming, he turned his head to look at Fan Xunmei. Fan Xunmei was surprised by him, so he subconsciously ran to Uncle Gou.

　　 "Uncle Dog, help me!"

　　 However, he had just run halfway, and suddenly a blade of light flashed in the air. The speed of the blade was so fast that it was still on the horizon at first, and it was in front of him in a blink of an eye. The blade light slashed, there was a dragon roaring and tiger roar, leaving a white mark in the air!

　　 only heard a slight chirp, and then Fan Xunmei's head flew up from his neck, flew three feet in the air, fell to the ground and rolled a few times before he did not move.

　　 At this time, the hoarfrost in the air slowly dissipated, revealing a pretty face behind.

　　 "It's you!" Liang Yan said in surprise.