I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival~~~ Ah Bao is in other places, and all the posts are saved manuscripts, but there will be two updates today during the festival, thank you for your support ^_^
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My aura had clearly never leaked out, but this woman who claimed to be surnamed Qin had noticed it a long time ago. Brother Wen was vigilant, but he raised his hand and performed a rather complicated ancient ceremony:
"Looking at the scenery below, the fifty-third generation descendant of Shushan writers, dare to be the fairyland of Miss Qin?"
Hearing that Wen Guanjing's speech suddenly became civilized, he performed another seemingly ancient etiquette, and claimed to be the fifty-third generation heir of the Shushan literary family, Lin Luoran felt that things were a bit complicated.
Lin Luoran's generation is not unfamiliar with the word "Shushan". The grotesque world of Shushan swordsmen described by Huanzhu Zhuzhuzhu has attracted countless people, but until the Three Gorges Dam blocked the water, most of the famous peaks of Shushan were submerged in the water, and the world did not wait for any soaring sword light show Divine power, this reduced a lot of desire for "Sword Immortal".
But the person in front of him told Lin Luoran that he was the fifty-third generation descendant of the Shushan literary family—isn't this the clue of the cultivator that Lin Luoran had been trying to find? However, the news that made Lin Luoran excited like this, after being labeled as "collaborating with Zou Yaowei", it inevitably became a bit dull.
Besides, looking at the scenery in this article, it seems that there is less aura in her body, Lin Luoran is also a little disappointed. If this is the famous Shushan Sword Immortal, it would be too unexpected.
The idea is this, the cultivation idiot Lin Luoran didn't know that Wen Guanjing asked her about "Xianxiang", but she was actually asking her about her teacher's inheritance. China's cultivation world has long since declined, and everyone basically knows what forces are still left. Wen Guanjing was also afraid that this "Miss Qin" would be an old acquaintance of the Wen family. When her teacher came to her door and said that he bullied his junior sister, he couldn't explain clearly.
Lin Luoran didn't know Wen Guanjing's intentions, and she was afraid of making too many mistakes, so that people would see her identity as a rookie casual cultivator, so she swung the long whip: "Since you even cover up the murderer, it's time to talk nonsense , is too ridiculous!"
Brother Wen has seen the power of her long whip. Zou Yaowei is still lying on the ground, not knowing what to do.
Lin Luoran caught up again, but Wen Guanjing just moved and dodged, seemingly not ready to fight back. Lin Luoran had sharp eyes, but saw his right fingertips changing at a fairly regular frequency, as if they were knotting something. gesture.
Lin Luoran couldn't help becoming anxious because of his deep understanding of the specific creature "Sword Immortal" produced in Shushan. Is this Wen Guanjing calling Feijian
She was anxious, the whip in her hand was custom-made by Commander Qin, and it was the only one among the many materials that could infuse her with some spiritual energy. Outsiders don't know, but she knows how much stock she has in her stomach. If she doesn't fight quickly today Quick decision, when Wen Guanjing recruits Feijian to help, then she probably won't be able to see her parents!
The long whip danced like a spirit snake, and after being infused with spiritual energy, a faint blue light appeared again. Lin Luoran interrupted Wen Guanjing's gestures several times with his clear eyes and eyes and dexterous movements.
Seeing that his spellcasting was interrupted every time, Wen Guanjing's calm temperament was a little unbearable, he endured the heartache and took out something like a yellow paper from his bosom, muttered something, and flicked it backhand, the yellow paper seemed to be After losing traction, he quickly rushed towards Lin Luoran!
A piece of fluffy paper, there was still the sound of the wind when it rushed over, Lin Luoran instinctively sensed the danger, and tilted her head, the yellow paper brushed her temples and flew over, sticking to the lamppost, spontaneously ignited, bursting into flames. There was light smoke.
Lin Luoran calmed down, thinking that this thing looked weird, but in fact it was nothing, but the yellow paper burned out in an instant, and then a thin thunderbolt the size of a pinky flashed from the sky out of thin air, splitting the lamppost Only the footings of the deep underground are left!
The sky is clear tonight, even if there is a drought, how come the thunder just so coincidentally landed on the lamp post? Compared to me who can only simply export the aura out of the body, this is the real technique... Lin Luoran was sweating on his forehead. If she hadn't dodged this time, she would have been hacked to the point where only her feet were left. It was her, Lin Luoran, who was the lamp post!
Seeing that she had escaped, Wen Guanjing didn't seem to be disappointed, but instead said seriously: "Miss Qin, it's not easy to cultivate, do you and I really want to fight to the death?"
He said such words, but when Lin Luoran was dodging the yellow paper, he finished pinching a seal with his right hand. At this moment, his right hand seemed to be shrouded in a gleam of light, which obviously meant that the preparations for the attack had been completed.
Lin Luoran sneered and said, "It's not easy to cultivate. If so, you have to help this beast who is not as good as a pig or a dog... I have no grievances with you, and now you are the one who wants to stop me!"
Wen Guanjing raised his right hand slightly, and Guanghua won again. He frowned and said nothing when he heard Lin Luoran's questioning, and said after a while: "I don't care about your grievances. There is an order from the Ministry. Zou Yaowei can't die. I will kill you tonight." You can't just watch him die."
At least he can't die before the middle of the month, and silently added a sentence in his heart, Wen Guanjing said again: "He bumped into the girl of the Qin family, and the people over there are fine now, and you also severely injured him, why bother at this time?" Suffering?"
Didn't die... It turned out that in the eyes of these people, everything Baojia suffered was nothing more than a trivial matter. The word "not dead" could be worth Baojia's previous intracranial hemorrhage, internal organ damage, and multiple fractures all over his body
Wen Guanjing didn't mention Baojia, but when he mentioned her, Lin Luoran remembered the scene of Baojia lying on the operating table covered in blood that day—while Zou Yaowei, who had conclusive evidence of the crime, was protected by the so-called "special department"!
Is it because Baojia is a mortal that her life is despised by a practitioner like Wen Guanjing? If such a level is the way of heaven, then one day, I will trample everyone under my feet, and never call myself, the life of my relatives and friends, so I can be explained in a simple sentence like this!
The anger in Lin Luoran's eyes flashed, he didn't want to listen to Wen Guanjing to delay the time, so he swung his long whip and threw it away!
yes! I don't know how to use spells, and I don't have magic weapons, but I am more cultivated than you, Wen Guanjing. If this is the level of heaven, then let's see who can delay who!
Lin Luoran's long whip danced like a spirit snake, and under the strong wind, it actually brought up a small vortex of air flow. It can be seen that this whip has been implemented. Wen Guanjing is cast on a concrete pier, and it has to be broken into several pieces under the whip.
When Wen Guanjing saw Lin Luoran not only did not stop, but accelerated the attacking rhythm, even a calm person was a little angry, and the idea that Lin Luoran might be a family friend was driven out of his mind, and he immediately yelled : "Complete surgery! Go!"
The light hanging on the right hand rotated, and the restless fire aura gathered in all directions. A fireball the size of a bowl appeared out of thin air at the tip of Wen Guanjing's right finger, and at the moment it took shape, it flew towards Lin Luoran like a bullet. !
Lin Luoran's whip is unabated, but her eyes are reflexively narrowed—she can feel the scorching heat of the fireball before she sticks to her body, which is definitely not comparable to ordinary flames, and the previous yellow paper will attract lightning strikes , These are the fighting methods of monks...