Xie Xuanyang made this decision and talked with his unknown new friend in the morning of the second day. He sat cross-legged on the rock where he often inserted his sword at the sword practice place, and slightly bent his eyes at his new friend Xingjian not far away. His new friend walks like clouds and water when he walks the sword, and he is eye-catching without breaking the bamboo. Xie Xuanyang can see how thunderous his every move and every style will be if he encounters an enemy.
"It's just a trivial matter." The man broke the last sword and said, "For trivial matters, give up practicing swords?" He obviously disagreed with Xie Xuanyang wasting time practicing swords for such a task.
"After all, he is my friend." Xie Xuanyang stood up, pulled out his sword and walked in front of the man. He gestured with his sword finger and stroked the sword, and the man did the same when he saw it. The two of them invariably prepared to hand in hand to practice swordsmanship with each other.
"Then don't make friends," the man said.
Xie Xuanyang laughed lightly when he heard the words. His friend said this with no expression on his face. Those who didn't know it thought it was extremely indifferent, but Xie Xuanyang saw a daze in those eyes, obviously he didn't understand what a friend meant. I didn't expect that this man was inscrutable on the outside, but inside he was more like a child who didn't know the world.
"If it were you, I would also walk for you." After Xie Xuanyang finished speaking, he moved his sword with a smile, and called out to the man. He rarely smiles on weekdays, but since he came to Tianxianzong, he shows this expression more often, especially after meeting this man. In this morning alone, he laughed several times under this man's indifferent expression, but his eyes were blank.
The collision of the blades made a fierce clanging sound, and I don't know how many times the figures of the two people staggered, and finally they each stopped. As predicted yesterday, the two are indeed equal in strength in terms of sword moves, and neither can do anything to the other. But if you really want to decide the winner and loser, it's not impossible, but it's not worth it to end up with one death and one injury in the end.
The man looked at the sword in his hand, and then looked up at Xie Xuanyang, not knowing what to think.
"No tomorrow?" he asked.
"The day after tomorrow." Xie Xuanyang replied.
"For that useless friend?" he asked again.
"For you from the day after tomorrow." Xie Xuanyang said. Suddenly, he didn't know what to think, Xie Xuanyang laughed again, "Aren't you, no one is alone with Jian?"
Hearing Xie Xuanyang's words, the man threw a cool look at Xie Xuanyang, turned around and left, leaving behind a smiling Xie Xuanyang. He turned around with great force, and the wide sleeves were brought up to draw an arc in the air, which inevitably made Xie Xuanyang feel that he had guessed his mind. This new friend is so cute, so cute that Xie Xuanyang always wants to tease him.
The little episode in the morning made Xie Xuanyang in a good mood, and Bai Qishan could see his good mood until he set off from Lingyan Cliff the next day. I don't know what happened to him. Bai Qishan thought that it was because he skipped the morning class and hit some luck. For example, he met a senior brother or elder from Neifeng and made a good relationship with him. Perhaps this is what the steward said would teach Xie Xuanyang to others.
But what's the use of being taught by a strange man? Xie Xuanyang has no spiritual roots, and he may not even be able to enter the Dao. No matter how much effort he spends, it will be in vain. If he wants to cultivate and achieve results, it is just a daydream, but he can live longer than ordinary people at most. Thinking of this, Bai Qishan also felt a block in his heart, why is he not like this? In fact, the pseudo-spiritual root is not much different from the non-spiritual root. It is a waste of cultivation, but the pseudo-spiritual root is a little better, and it has a little spiritual root compared to the non-spiritual root.
"Tsk, why are you?" Xie Xuanyang and Bai Qishan heard a cold snort as soon as they arrived at the place where they gathered with other missionaries, and when they looked up, it was actually Fu Sheng and his younger brother. I don't know if it was Fu Sheng who deliberately avoided him or something. Xie Xuanyang seldom encountered them since the day he entered the school, but he did not expect to meet them during the mission today.
Fu Sheng's face was very bad. Seeing Xie Xuanyang and Bai Qishan's expressions were full of disgust, he spat, and the rude behavior made Bai Qishan frown again and again, and Xie Xuanyang turned his head slightly. Xie Xuanyang had never seen such behavior when he was so old. Although there were several large military camps under his father's seat, the men in the military camps behaved rudely, but they had never done such unclean actions.
"What kind of eyes do you two trash?" Fu Sheng was furious when he saw this, and the blue veins on his forearm, which he showed when he rolled up his sleeves, was so hideous, "It's your honor that grandpa dislikes you, how dare you dislike grandpa?"
"Okay, Brother Fu, don't bother with them." The younger brother grabbed Fu Sheng's sleeve and stopped Fu Sheng, who wanted to rush up to teach the two of them a lesson, "You don't remember what the manager said? If something happens, We can't get it right."
"Bah! The two wastes are still here to do this task. When the beast tide comes, Grandpa will have to take them to run." Fu Sheng spat again indignantly. He is the one with the highest cultivation level in this team. Anyone can be used when something goes wrong. If he has to save so much by himself, who can save him? The trash can see his identity and stay in the sect honestly, and he has to run out to do the task.
"Who wants you to take us to run?" Bai Qishan rarely pretended not to be cowardly in front of Fu Sheng, and glared at him.
"Do you think grandpa wants to take care of you? If it weren't for the business... hum!" Fu Sheng gritted his teeth and didn't say anything.
"Isn't there two more people?" Xie Xuanyang remembered that Bai Qishan said before that this task is a multi-person cooperation. There are three jade cards in total. Now there are only two in Fu Sheng's hands and two in their hands. Where is the other one? So he asked, "They didn't come?"
"Who knows?" Bai Qishan rolled his eyes, he was still angry with Fu Sheng, and his natural tone was not good, "Who will take care of them if they are not punctual? Let's go, finish the task early to stay away from this person. point."
"Bah, when grandpa wants to stay with you?" If it weren't for the task now, and Xie Xuanyang, who was not easy to mess with, Fu Sheng would have liked to put Bai Qishan on the ground and beat him to vent his anger." Who knows if it will be bad for you to stay with the trash? Maybe the beast tide will be attracted by your bad luck."
Although he said this in his mouth, he felt that it was impossible. At this time, the spirit beasts were almost all stuck on the territory. Unless something major happened on their territory, it would never be possible to swarm out. He said this just to be angry with Bai Qishan, who made him disliked.
However, for some reason, when a few of them came to Lingyan Cliff to collect dew grass, there was a sudden burst of vibrations behind them, as if a large number of giants were running. Several people turned their heads and saw that there were countless huge black shadows running in their direction from afar. The eyes of those shadows glowed red, and at a glance, it was obvious that they had lost their minds and were in the midst of murderous madness.
"Damn crow's mouth!" Bai Qishan yelled at Fu Sheng, grabbed Xie Xuanyang and ran away, not even wanting the dew grass that had been collected.
"Grandpa hasn't scolded you for being unlucky yet!" Fu Sheng picked up his little brother who was still in a daze, and ran out after Bai Qishan and Xie Xuanyang. But after all, several people have not yet entered the Dao, and at most they are only at the speed of mortals. Those crazy spirit beasts, even the monks who have entered the Dao, can't run them. How can these people run? Soon he was caught up.
Those spirit beasts were not far away, Fu Sheng turned his head to look at the ferocious spirit beasts behind him, cursed and threw the little brother on his shoulders to Bai Qishan.
"What are you doing?!" Bai Qishan was smashed upright, staggered several steps, and looked at Fu Sheng angrily. He thought that Fu Sheng was going to throw away his younger brother and run out on his own, but who knew that Fu Sheng stopped abruptly, turned his back to them and faced the rushing beasts.
"Get out of your way to grandpa! Don't get in the way here!" Fu Sheng took out his weapon, "You dare to hurt grandpa and younger brother, and grandpa will make you die when grandpa comes back!"
"Do you still want to be a hero at this time?" Bai Qishan knew what Fu Sheng wanted to do at a glance. This rude guy even tried to stop those spirit beasts and let them run away. This is simply whimsical. How could this group of spirit beasts be stopped by a guy in the third stage of Qi refining? They will die the moment they hit them, and there is no need for those spirit beasts to work hard.
"Go away! You can understand how powerful Grandpa is?" Fu Sheng said angrily, "Go away with the trash!"
"you!"
Xie Xuanyang sighed, took his wrist out of Bai Qishan's hand, and stopped. "I don't understand how powerful you are." He and Fu Sheng said this, pulling out the sword on his back with his backhand, "but I know you can't stop it."
Seeing this, Fu Sheng wanted to sarcastically say, "Ha? Xie Xuanyang, do you still want to—"
"Xuan, Yang!" A shout rushed over from the direction of the herd, and a figure flashed past Xie Xuanyang at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. At the same time, Xie Xuanyang also wiped the figure with a sword and slashed at the herd.
Hearing a bang, a terrifyingly deep sword mark appeared on the ground, and the herd of beasts that were almost at hand was instantly split into a huge mouth. Xie Xuanyang made several swords again, and a large number of red-eyed spirit beasts fell down, and the bright red beast blood stained the ground, as if a red carpet had been spread. This thick red carpet with a strong smell of rust made the group of crazy spirit beasts stop, and even took a few steps back, and even their red eyes faded from red.
"You can't stop it." Xie Xuanyang was holding a sword, and the blood-scented hall wind brought up his half-loose black hair, and the robe sleeves of the disciples of the Tianxian Sect who were the same as the others were flying up, which made him look more comfortable. Immortal, "But, I can."