In the early morning, Ouyang Ming opened and closed his eyes, his energy sank into his body, and he said softly: "Three days have passed, and it's time to set off to the deserted desert today." His eyes became sharper little by little, like a A spear with a handle that can pierce the sky.
He stood up slowly and walked towards the courtyard.
It was at this time that He Jian, carrying a sword box on his back, made a clanking sound and stepped forward gently. With every step he took, there was a distance of more than ten feet, as if the ground had shrunk into an inch, smoothing the distance between him and Ouyang Ming. Just this kind of footwork gives people an extraordinary feeling.
Behind him, Jiang Yingrong changed into a red dress, looking even more gorgeous, with a graceful figure, and every inch of her skin seemed to become more beautiful.
The lotus steps move lightly. Although the footwork is not as amazing as the sword, the speed is not slow at all, and it is even more impressive.
He fell directly from the air, covered his mouth and said with a smile: "Brother Yu, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your momentum has become more and more calm."
Ouyang Ming waved his hands, moved his eyebrows, and joked: "Sister Jiang is getting more and more beautiful!"
Jiang Yingrong heard this, her red lips parted, her eyes were full of surprise, as if she had just met Ouyang Ming, and she said in surprise: "I didn't expect Brother Yu to be joking."
Ouyang Ming touched his nose and didn't know how to answer. He thought to himself, I've always been like this, okay? It's just that you didn't notice it.
He Jian also came over and said with a smile: "There are so many beautiful women in the world, but there is only one proud person like you. Only when I see Brother Yu like this, I know that I am really old!" Completed After the foundation, he was no longer so taciturn and had more smiles on his face.
Jiang Yingrong raised the corner of her mouth, raised her jade hand gently, and said: "We will set off when a genius from the clan arrives. Now let's wait for him under the totem."
Ouyang Ming and He Jian naturally had no objections and moved away.
Under the black dragon totem, many disciples of the Jiang family sat cross-legged and tempered their spiritual energy. This was something the younger generation of the Jiang family did every day. After these disciples saw He Jian, they all shrank their necks subconsciously and looked extremely respectful.
Jiang Qingcheng and Xiaoman also sat under the statue.
Xiaoman held the wood carving in his left hand and a carving knife in his right hand, with a serious look on his face. Every time he struck the knife, it was as if he was refining his mind and asking questions, with an unspeakable temperament.
Jiang Qingcheng was much more perfunctory. His big talking eyes were full of agility, looking around as if he was looking for something.
After seeing Jiang Yingrong, his eyes lit up, he stretched out his body, fell in front of her, and said softly: "Hey, mother!"
"Stinky girl." Jiang Yingrong laughed and cursed, while saying that, she stroked her long hair.
She stuck out her tongue, turned her gaze to Ouyang Ming, and whispered, "Uncle Yu."
Ouyang Ming's face turned dark, as if he had been poured with ink, but it was hard to get angry.
But in front of He Jian, Jiang Qingcheng suddenly turned into a lady, gave her a blessing, and shouted: "Grandpa He." This kind of differential treatment made Ouyang Ming feel a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Xiaoman put away the wooden sculpture and hit it like a cannonball.
This force was so strong that Ouyang Ming's body trembled slightly. Xiaoman looked worried and said, "Be careful on the road."
When these words echoed, Ouyang Ming felt much better.
In vain, a cold voice came from a distance: "You took away my cousin's Order of Desolation? Humph, that's it, a high-level spiritual person."
At the same time as the sound spread, a man in his thirties slowly walked out. He was wearing a gray and black gown. His aura was extremely powerful, sweeping across all directions. Especially, there was a black pattern on his face, which shone with a faint light. He looked mysterious and looked at Ouyang Ming with a scrutinizing gaze.
Ouyang Ming had a playful look on his face, half-smiling but not smiling, and said nothing.
Even high-level spiritual beings with the power of black dragon blood are still vulnerable in his hands.
On the contrary, Jiang Yingrong's face turned cold, and she said coldly: "Jiang Yunkai, what did you say?" As soon as the words spread, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, as if falling into the coldest month of winter.
He Jian also stared, and his sword intent surged out.
Jiang Yun's armored throat vibrated, but no sound came out. His throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, and an extremely pure sword intent enveloped him. It seemed that as long as he dared to speak, he would Blood splattered on the spot, and cold sweat flowed from his body.
This is He Jian. The aura he exudes can restrain a high-level spiritual being.
Jiang Yunkai is a direct descendant of the Jiang family. Among the younger generation, he ranks among the top ten. He is proud and arrogant. This time, Ouyang Ming flew out of the air again and forced his cousin's Desolation Order away. Resentment would inevitably arise in his heart.
"Forget it!" Ouyang Ming's voice was soft, but when he heard Jiang Yunkai's ears, it was like the sound of nature. At that moment, he felt like he had fallen into the bottom of the sea, and it was very difficult to even breathe.
He Jian then dispersed the sword intent from his body.
Jiang Yunkai's pupils shrank, he took a few deep breaths and quietly glanced at Ouyang Ming.
There was a trace of hatred spreading in his eyes, but it was hidden very deep, but Ouyang Ming's power of perception was too powerful, and he still caught it in his eyes.
"Let's go, it's getting late." Jiang Yingrong glanced at the distance. While speaking, she took a step forward. Before her voice could fall, she was already seven or eight feet away. Ouyang Ming and He Jian looked at each other and followed. Go up.
Jiang Yunkai's eyes flashed coldly and he rushed out.
Jiang Qingcheng looked at the retreating figures of several people, shook his head and said: "Xiaoman, let's go catch fish together!"
Xiaoman ignored it and looked at Jiang Yunkai's back, took out a new piece of wood and carved his appearance.
But in his eyes, there was an extremely dangerous light flashing.
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After leaving the Jiang clan, Ouyang Ming paused for a moment, with a mysterious look on his face. He patted the space bag with his right hand. When it fell, a silver-white flying carpet was already floating in the air. It was covered with fine down, graceful and luxurious.
Jiang Yingrong and He Jian exchanged glances, and both saw the surprise in their eyes.
Jiang Yunkai also had a look of curiosity on his face. They had never heard of a blanket that could float in the air.
After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Yingrong exhaled in anger and said: "Brother Yu, what is this? Why... why is it so strange?"
"This is a flying carpet. You can soar through the world with the power of this thing." Ouyang Ming explained.
When this sound echoed in the ears of several people, they all felt that their ears had heard it wrong. Flying in the sky was a sign of the Venerable.
Could it be possible to do this with just this thing
Ouyang Ming didn't explain much. Golden spiritual power surged out, and with a tap of his toes, he landed on the flying carpet. Jiang Yingrong and He Jian moved at the same time, sitting cross-legged on the flying carpet.
Jiang Yunkai's face was complicated, and he felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, and the five flavors were mixed.
He glanced at Ouyang Ming, snorted coldly, turned into a rainbow, pierced the sky, and told him to bow his head to Ouyang Ming, which he was never willing to do.
Watching his retreating figure, Ouyang Ming felt no wave of emotion in his heart.
With tyrannical spiritual power poured into it, the silver flying carpet suddenly turned into a silver stream of light, catching up and flying smoothly above Jiang Yunkai's head without saying a word.
Jiang Yunkai looked at the flying carpet, feeling extremely irritated. Even his eyes were a little red. He gritted his teeth and thought to himself, I want to see if you can keep up. But he didn't know that Ou Yangming didn't let him go. In his heart and on top of his head it was not intentional.
As soon as this thought fell, his body expanded like a rubber ball and turned into a rainbow light, shattering the sky into pieces.
He also glanced at Ouyang Ming provocatively, and in a flash, the spirit's high-level speed exploded to the extreme. He believed that the speed of that blanket could not catch up with him, and he felt very proud.
He looked behind him from time to time, wanting to see the boy's shocked eyes.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
The flying carpet seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
Jiang Yunkai raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled, "Humph, it's flashy." A strong sense of superiority arose in his heart.
He paused, turned around and flew back. A quarter of an hour later, he saw that hateful boy talking and laughing with Jiang Yingrong. The flying carpet was flying at an even and steady speed.
Seeing this scene, an inexplicable fire exploded from his Dantian and swept towards every corner of his body.
He never expected that he, Jiang Yunkai, the most talented person of the Jiang family, would... be ignored! This made him furious in an instant, especially when he thought about everything he had done before, he felt like a clown, jumping around.
But the other party didn't take it to heart at all. This feeling was a hundred times more uncomfortable than a hard slap on his face.
He is an extremely proud person, but now his self-esteem has been severely damaged.
Jiang Yunkai's eyes were bloodshot, his body was shaking, and he couldn't even speak complete words.
His body flashed and he stood directly in front of the flying carpet. He said with trembling fingers: "You... you..."
Ouyang Ming looked at Jiang Yunkai with a puzzled look on his face and said in a calm voice: "What's wrong?" His eyes did not change at all.
This scene was engraved in Jiang Yunkai's mind and became the straw that broke the camel's back. He felt an uncontrollable surge of blood rushing into his mind, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
He Jian and Ouyang Ming looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, with strange expressions on their faces.
Jiang Yingrong was the only one who was thoughtful. After a while, he secretly thought to himself, but he did not say anything to enlighten him.
She is also an extremely arrogant person. In addition to being easy to talk to in front of a few people such as Ouyang Ming, she is arrogant and conceited in front of others. She is also a genius.
As the group of people got further and further away from Jiang's house, the air became turbid again, with fine yellow sand everywhere.
The sky has darkened, and the afterglow of the morning sun is slowly sinking downwards. The mountains, yellow sand, and dry trees are all swallowed up by the darkness. The earth is silent and dark.
Even with the cultivation of these four people, they would not dare to walk wantonly in the darkness.
Ouyang Ming glanced at the sky and said, "Let's take a rest. We will continue our journey tomorrow. The ruins in the darkness are even more dangerous."