Mo Bai was very depressed at this time, extremely depressed.
He secretly sighed and looked at the three Shuiyunmen who were blocking his way in front of him. Looking at the clothes of Shuiyunmen Saobao, Mo Bai just glanced at their cuffs for a while, and didn't need to use spiritual consciousness at all, knowing that the three of them would know that they had two condensing periods in the initial stage of foundation building.
At this time, in order to return to Yunhemen, Mo Bai had already changed into the costume of a disciple of the inner door of Yunhemen. It's just that I didn't expect that during the one-day trip from Yunmeng Mountain, people from Shuiyunmen would appear. It seems that they are too arrogant.
Moreover, he blocked Mo Bai's path in a big manner, even avoiding an ambush.
Mo Bai's already calm state of mind was picked up by the three Shuiyunmen in front of him, his brows wrinkled slightly, a cold light flashed, and he stood in place and looked at the other three with cold eyes.
"Hey, I didn't expect to encounter the remnants of the Yunhe Gate here. It seems that we are lucky." The lead disciple of the foundation construction period looked at Mo Bai and said with a sneer to the two companions beside him.
"Senior Brother Su, what should we do now?" asked a condensing disciple next to him. Seeing Mo Bai's foundation stage cultivation base, among the three, only Su Changqing, who was the leader, could match. So while talking, he shrank back and hid behind Su Changqing.
"What am I afraid of?" Su Changqing glanced at the condensing stage disciple, and said with a arrogant expression: "Don't you know what your brother and mine are doing? Think about the foundation-building monk at the Yunhe Gate a few days ago. , How did he die under my hands. Look at your promise."
"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Su is mighty." The two disciples in the condensing period said hurriedly.
"Well, you stand aside and see how I clean him." Su Changqing waved at the two and said.
"Yes." After the two disciples finished speaking, they hurriedly retreated to the distance. The battle between the two monks in the foundation period is not something they can participate in during the condensing period. So the two retreated far away.
Su Changqing looked at Mo Bai with a sneer, stretched his hand forward, and a folded paper fan appeared in his hand. Then he shook his hand, unfolded the fan, and slowly fanned it in the direction of Mo Bai.
Mo Bai was taken aback, wondering what Su Changqing wanted to do in front of him. He stared at the seemingly ordinary fan in Su Changqing's hand, and saw a mountain painted on the fan, a large river hovering under the mountain, and a wisp of breeze blowing across the river, wrinkling the spring water of the river.
"What kind of fan is this? The painter on the fan is also terrible, and there are a few things on the fan that don't fit together at all, and there is no beauty at all." Mo Bai looked at Su Changqing suspiciously, muttering to himself.
But at this moment, Su Changqing fanned faster and faster, and a strong wind emerged from the fan. Mo Bai was taken aback. What surprised him even more was that the breeze on the fan disappeared.
Just when he was stunned, a strong wind had formed, and a whirlwind of ten meters high formed in front of Su Changqing, which quickly swept towards Mo Bai. Mo Bai hurriedly backed away.
But the whirlwind came too suddenly, and it still blew Mo Bai's body torsionally. A strange energy rose from the whirlwind, rolled Mo Bai's body, and threw it high.
Following Su Changqing's manipulation, he waved the fan in his hand and Mo Bai was thrown down by the whirlwind from a height, turning into a black spot and hitting the ground.
"Puff, puff." Mo Bai crawled out of the pit and vomited a few mouthfuls of sand. Look up. I saw Su Changqing proudly standing in the sky and looking down at him.
Mo Bai's clothing had been torn by the whirlwind, he patted the sand on his body, just about to pick up the magic trick. But Su Changqing did not give him this opportunity. The fan in his hand waved again.
Ink white and black eyes twinkled. He had just suffered a loss just now, and he would never appear again. This level of attack has not been able to hurt him, the foundation-building cultivator.
The corner of Su Changqing's mouth was slightly upturned, and he looked at Mo Bai on the ground coldly, but the fan in his hand was constantly flapping. But this time, the frequency of fanning was very slow, a light and fluttering paper folding fan. At this moment, it seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds in his hand. The fan was very hard.
Mo Bai was secretly surprised, wondering what exactly Su Changqing was doing. He saw that there was no strong wind from the fan at this time, and it seemed that it was not easy to compare with the situation just now. Therefore, he stopped the method he had just pinched, and decided to cope with all changes in the same way.
Just when he made up his mind, Su Changqing's fan suddenly changed again. A mountain flew out of the fan, from top to bottom, and slammed down on Mo Bai's head.
Mo Bai was startled, but fortunately he was already prepared, and a red light flashed from his hand. Mo Bai pinched the tactics, and flew away with the flying sword.
With a loud bang, after the mountains and Mo Bai passed by, they directly smashed where Mo Bai was standing. The sky was shaking. Mo Bai was secretly surprised, he really couldn't see that Su Changqing's paper fan would be so powerful.
What kind of treasure is this
This person can no longer be given the opportunity to use this paper fan. Mo Bai made up his mind. After Su Changqing used the paper fan twice, Mo Bai had already seen that the time spent on the paper fan had to be activated for a certain period of time, and it could not be instantaneous.
Mo Bai controlled the small red sword, and after passing the mountain, he moved towards Su Changqing along the edge of the mountain. Because he was blocked by the mountains, Su Changqing did not notice the moving Mo Bai.
Su Changqing looked at the mountains transformed from the fan, and hit the spot where Mo Bai was standing. But when the mountain fell, a huge amount of dust was raised, blocking his vision, and he couldn't see the bottom of the mountain. So he spied out his spiritual knowledge.
Mo Bai flipped his hand, and the high-grade magic weapon spirit cobweb appeared in his hand. Just as Su Changqing was about to explore his divine sense, Mo Bai came out from the mountains, and the group of spirit cobwebs in his hand flew towards Su Changqing, forming a huge cobweb towards Su Changqing.
As soon as Su Changqing tapped out his divine sense, he felt a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, flying towards him. Suddenly shocked, he fixed his eyes and saw that it turned out to be a magical artifact similar to a spider web. With a sneer, he changed several positions in the air in a row, and passed the spirit spider web that came towards him behind him.
Seeing that the sneak attack on the spider web failed, Mo Bai is a pity. If this high-grade magic weapon can keep the net, it will naturally prevent the opponent from breaking free. But who is so stupid to stand in place and let you net him.
That's why Mo Bai chose a sneak attack. Unfortunately, it failed.
After Su Changqing avoided the spider web, he closed the fan in his hand. The mountain appeared in his fan again.
Mo Bai was secretly surprised, he licked his mouth, thinking about how to get this fan in his hands. After all, there are too few treasures available in Mo Bai's hand, and coupled with the magic of this fan, it is no wonder that his heart is moved.
After the two fights back and forth, the two have some understanding of each other. Now the two are floating in the air, facing each other. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)