"Are the Ai Shutao brothers inside?" A voice came from outside the woods.
The little monk's face brightened, and he raised his voice and said, "It's the younger brother, but is Brother Lu outside?"
A sound of footsteps came slowly from outside the woods, and a big red-faced man appeared on the side of Peng Changqing's head, forming a front-to-back attack with Ai Shutao.
Ai Shutao saw that the person who came in was not the person he imagined, and he was a little stunned for a moment. Peng Changqing saw it, and suddenly shot a fire towards Ai Shutao.
The red-faced monk shouted: "Be careful!" A cyan sword light cut into Peng Changqing's flame cover like a bolt.
Ai Shutao reacted when the red-faced monk shouted loudly, but in a hurry, he only had time to sacrifice a small bell in the air. The fire hit the bell and exploded, and the bell was blown away directly. The scorching force pushed back, smashing two tall trees several feet thick in succession, and didn't stop until the protective energy disintegrated.
The red-faced monk's sword light cut into the flame shield, but was blocked by a magic weapon, but Peng Changqing himself was knocked back several feet by the red-faced monk's sword.
The flame cover was extinguished, revealing a surprised Peng Changqing. At this time, the four flames surrounding Peng Changqing were respectively covered by a lantern, and dozens of gaps were densely cut on a yellow lantern in front of Peng Changqing.
The red-faced monk swept away his consciousness, looked at Lu Ping solemnly, and said, "Eighty-one cracks, your Excellency's hemolytic seventh-level cultivation base has actually comprehended 'practicing swords to become complex' and reached the realm of sword intent!"
The red-faced monk didn't expect that the swordsmanship of the Sword Intent Realm was so powerful, that under one blow, he could beat a top-level defensive magic weapon that was completely comparable to the Qinghan Sword, and it was riddled with holes.
Looking at the sword marks on the surface of the lantern, the red-faced monk secretly thought it was a pity, after all, he had just mastered the realm of sword intent, and if the sword light from his own sword far exceeded eighty-one swords, he could chop this top-level magic weapon into pieces, If one's swordsmanship in the realm of sword intent goes a step further, reaching the 'integration of sword practice', with one strike, not only will the lantern disintegrate, but the fire inside will also be extinguished.
The red-faced monk ignored Peng Changqing's words, but looked at Ai Shutao who was knocked into the air, and asked, "Brother Ai, how are you?"
Ai Shutao lay on the ground, groaned, slowly got up, and said: "It's okay, we can still fight!"
The six artifacts had already flown up when Ai Shutao's voice just fell. In mid-air, the six artifacts combined with each other to form a huge trident. go.
Peng Changqing's four lanterns floated around his body, and the fire inside jumped, blocking the trident to the outside. Just when Peng Changqing drew out the four flames and turned them into four fire snakes, the red-faced monk raised a crystal bowl, and four A jet of water turned into four ospreys in mid-air, grabbing at the fire snake.
Knowing that Ai Shutao teamed up with the red-faced monk, Peng Changqing had already lost the chance to kill Ai Shutao, especially the red-faced monk, which gave him a feeling that he hadn't done his best yet.
This red-faced monk only has the seventh level of hemolysis, and the breath around his body is still fluctuating. It is obvious that he has just made a breakthrough with the rich spiritual energy in the Seven Star Heaven, but he has completely grasped the "artistic conception".
Peng Changqing fought with the two of them several times. Ai Shutao was always the main attacker, while the red-faced monk changed various attack methods to support him. Whenever he wanted to gain the upper hand, the red-faced monk would make a "just right" attack. Appeared and suppressed himself again.
Peng Changqing suddenly realized that the red-faced monk was actually using himself as a target to hone his sword skills and spells.
Peng Changqing, who wanted to understand, was even more afraid of the red-faced monk. Four lanterns came out to block the attack of the two, and the fire in the lantern suddenly poured out a rain of fire, covering Peng Changqing's radius of tens of feet.
The red-faced monk shouted: "He wants to escape!"
After all, the combination of the blue protective energy and the water curtain in the crystal bowl made the fire rain only splash a cloud of blue smoke when it hit the water curtain, and at the same time, the blue sword light pierced in the direction of Peng Changqing's escape. Going, the eighty-one sword lights contained the will that the red-faced monk had comprehended in the "artistic conception", like a white wave surging out of thin air, chasing towards Peng Changqing.
A cloud of white mist rose from Ai Shutao's hand, and it also rolled towards the fleeing Peng Changqing. Lu Ping looked at the jade talisman in Ai Shutao's hand. This guy actually used a talisman!
Peng Changqing blocked all four lanterns behind his back, and Lu Ping's sword light hit it again. The lantern that had been severely injured by Lu Ping before finally couldn't resist the "Thousand Pile Snow Sword Art" and turned into a pile of fragments.
Immediately afterwards, the white mist blew on the exposed fire, directly annihilating the fire completely. The remaining mist blew on the other three lanterns, causing a layer of crystal frost to condense on the outside of the lanterns! , the kindling in the lantern flickered for a while, looking dying.
One of Peng Changqing's natal fire seeds was extinguished, and the other three were also severely injured. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he didn't dare to stay, and disappeared into the woods.
Seeing Peng Changqing fleeing, the red-faced monk touched a mask from his face and said, "This Peng Changqing is really powerful. We joined forces, but we can't keep him."
Seeing that the person who took off the mask was indeed Lu Ping, Ai Shutao's face burst into joy, and said: "Then Peng Changqing is one of the 'Eighteen Generals of the North Sea' who are as famous as my elder brother. Naturally, there are many methods. Today, our brothers will work together to seriously injure him." It’s not easy to retreat.”
Lu Ping was noncommittal, and asked instead: "Brother Ai, why did you come to Qixingtian? I haven't seen you for a few years, and my brother's cultivation has reached the eighth level of hemolysis, really amazing!"
Hearing Lu Ping's praise, Ai Shutao said proudly: "Of course, I'm a genius of the family! This time I came out secretly with my elder brother, just wanting to experience the Yaozu sea area." Then he seemed to think of something again, and said sullenly: "Brother Lu is still so powerful. The main reason why Peng Changqing escaped just now was because he was so suppressed that he was unable to fight back. I didn't expect that brother had already comprehended the 'artistic concept'!"
Lu Ping smiled and said: "It's just a fluke, by the way, I heard that your eldest brother is also one of the 'Eighteen Generals of the North Sea', so your eldest brother should be Alberto of Xiling Island?"
Seeing Ai Shutao nodding, with a proud and honored expression on his face, Lu Ping asked: "Why did you meet Peng Changqing? This guy is highly valued in Haiyanmen, and he might not be good for you in the future!"
Ai Shutao recounted what happened to the Amethyst Hive, excitedly giving half of a large bottle of Amethyst Royal Jelly to Lu Ping, completely ignoring Haiyanmen's possible revenge in the future.
Amethyst royal jelly has a wide range of uses for monks. Consuming it with spiritual spring water can increase the monk's cultivation and recovery speed of spiritual power, and it can also heal injuries. Of course, this is the most wasteful way to take it.
As an alchemist, Lu Ping knew that the effectiveness of amethyst royal jelly was comparable to that of the thousand-year-old spirit herb. The rate is effective, it can be called the panacea for alchemists.