Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Chapter 84

Nameless Canyon.

A breeze roared along the snake-like path.

This canyon wind is not only strong, but also has a strange whistling sound, which makes people shudder.

At this time, in the canyon, there was a very charming young woman wearing a white sand coat, facing a mirror, dancing her hands.

Soon.

This charming young woman suddenly frowned, as if she heard something.

I saw that the young woman's original calm appearance suddenly changed into a panicked expression, and inadvertently, she pulled down the thin white gauze, and a touch of spring appeared.

Three feet underground, the yellow aura moved slightly.

Under the ground, Cheng Buzheng, who was nine feet away, saw that the wretched old man showed signs of movement, and when his mind moved, a green lotus appeared in each of his eyes, and he looked up.

Cheng Buzheng saw that the charming young woman had such superb acting skills, and couldn't help sighing in his heart:
"It's a pity not to take the Golden Man for this acting.

That look of panic and paleness, wiped the panic in the heart, and showed it vividly.

It is worthy of being an old actor in the world of immortality. "

Cheng Buzheng didn't use his pupil technique with all his strength, and he knew that the protagonist of the play had arrived. He quietly watched the wonderful play that was about to start.

At this time, on the ground.

The young woman in white gauze, driving a flying sword, hurriedly flew towards a light in the distance.

Twenty feet behind the young woman, a big man in black, driving a red aura, chased after the young woman, and at the same time, driving a ghost-headed sword, beheaded the young woman.

In the distance, the young cultivator in that ray of light saw this scene and was about to bypass this land of right and wrong.

The young woman in white gauze, seeing the young cultivator opposite, had plans to take a detour, and shouted in panic:
"Fellow Daoist, the slave family is a monk from the Fu family.

heard.

When the young cultivator saw the black-clothed man behind him, his cultivation base was the same as him, and he practiced the sixth level of Qi, but when he practiced at the peak of the sixth level of Qi, his heart moved slightly, but he knew that the Fu family was a cultivator with a foundation-building cultivator. family.

Although the young cultivator had some intentions in his heart, he was not at all careless. The protective shield had been raised before he knew it. He did not answer immediately, but instead asked:
"That fellow Daoist, why are you chasing after you?"

"It's for..." The young woman was interrupted by the black-clothed man before she could finish her sentence.

At this moment, the black-clothed man followed closely. He frowned, looked at the young cultivator, and said sternly:

"Fellow Daoist, please don't interfere. Now that your Excellency is leaving, I will never stop you!"

The charming young woman, so pitiful, looked at her with hopeful eyes. The young cultivator in front of her didn't seem to notice at all, and the white veil she was wearing unknowingly fell.

The young cultivator frowned, looked at the big man in black not far away, and said indifferently:

"Fellow Daoist, can you give me the next face!"

"It depends on your skin, whether you have enough strength to maintain it!"

With that said, the big man in black swung forward the ghost-headed sword in his hand, and shot towards the young cultivator.

At the same time, the big man in black played a magic trick with both hands.

I saw the ghost-headed sword, exuding a dark aura, with a whistling sound, slashing at the young monk.

The black-clothed man shouted in a low voice:

"cut!"

See here.

The young cultivator who had been ready for a long time, raised his right hand, and shot the magic weapon in the shape of a red fire-colored cone.

And the young woman in white gauze slammed a storage bag, a hydrangea-like magic weapon, emitting a fiery red aura, and smashed it at the black-clothed man.

The first encounter with Guitou Da Dao was the young monk's little cone's magic weapon. At this time, it was already called Xiaozhuo, but it was a little inappropriate. The little cone is now half a zhang in size.

"boom···"

It was like two light sources colliding together.

between breaths.

The fire-red hydrangea-like magic weapon came with a red streamer.

I saw the black-clothed man, the magic weapon in his hand was raised, and a shield flashed in front of him, which instantly became bigger, a full ten feet in size, and then radiated a spiritual light, wrapping the black-clothed man.

Hit from both sides.

The big man in black fell down involuntarily.

The young monks who had already gained the upper hand could withdraw safely, but the common sense in the immortal world was not like this. Once they fought, it would be a battle of life and death, and it would never be so civilized and harmonious.

Unless both sides have trump cards and are jealous of each other, they will close their hands peacefully, but when it is time to play a black hand, be quick, ruthless, poisonous, and absolutely unambiguous.

The black-clothed man who landed in the canyon continued to use his hands to play a series of magic tricks, the ghost-headed sword, and the nine skulls on the back of the sword, flickering with dim light.

The black-clothed man shouted in a low voice:
"Minute!"

The nine skull heads fell off the back of the knife, hovered in the air, and then shot out nine dim lights, which were wrapped around the ghost-headed sword. .

Then the big man in black, his right hand turned into a sword finger, swiped in the air, and shouted in a low voice:
"change!"

Six skeleton heads exuding dim light shot six lines of dim light around the ghost-headed broadsword, with a strong murderous intent, beheading the young cultivator, and the other three skeleton heads shot at the young woman.

Facing the astonishing murderous intent of the ghost-headed sword, the young cultivator did not show any signs of panic. He threw the small tower in his hand upwards, and hit a magic formula with both hands.

The bronze-colored tower stopped steadily above his head, and then a bronze-colored mask fell from the bronze-colored tower, wrapping him up.

"boom!"

The sharp edge of the ghost-headed sword collided violently with that layer of bronze-colored light curtain.

That layer of bronze-colored light curtain swayed like a water surface, with ripples in circles.

See here.

The young cultivator exhaled softly, and he was also very afraid.

As for the charming young woman, seeing the three skulls falling like meteors, her face was tense, and with a toss of her right hand, a token-like magic weapon was suspended in front of her steadily, and then a layer of defensive shield fell. .

This layer of defensive shield, but the three skulls were safely and safely put down.

The charming young woman looked anxious when she saw that the protective shield of the young monk was almost broken.

"Fellow Daoist, you and I together, two layers of defensive shields are enough to compete with his magic weapon, what do you think?"

The young woman did not immediately step forward to join the young cultivator. She was waiting for the young cultivator's response, but the anxious and worried expression on her face was vivid.

One of the crowd watching underground, Cheng Buzheng, knew that this wonderful drama was about to reach its climax.

See here.

He still didn't make any movements, and watched the exciting part of the big play.

(End of this chapter)