001 Daluo Jinxian

"Hey, do you dare to ask which way the fairy stopped the boy to do?"

"Is the mortal Yang Zifan below?"

A purple light from the side eyes lit up in the clear sky.

"It's Yang Zifan again. I don't know what the immortal wants to stop the boy from doing?" Yang Zifan stretched out his hand to block the dazzling luster and squinted to look in the purple light.

Ziguang fell in front of Yang Zifan.

A young man in a purple Taoist suit and a beautiful face appeared in front of him. Seeing that he was younger than himself, Yang Zifan frowned and was a little jealous.

Of course, it is not that he is jealous of his youth, but that the years do not seem to leave any traces on him.

Moke had just climbed out of the mud pit and was shocked by the sudden purple light. He was about to curse the young man, but his face turned slightly and he didn't say anything.

The young man also saw Moke, and his thick eyebrows wrinkled together, as if he had lost interest in Yang Zifan. Instead, he stared at Moke for a long time and said, "How could the virtual demon come to the mortal world?"

Mo Ke didn't say anything, and the young man took a step forward. Yang Zifan hurriedly said, "Fairy friend, I don't know what's wrong with looking for the boy?"

The young man was polite to him.

"Let's talk about your business later."

"It's just a big Luo Jinxian, what's the look like." Mo Ke was very unhappy when he saw that the other party was aggressive and complained.

Da Luo Jinxian...

Yang Zifan looked at the young people strangely. There has always been few records of things in the fairyland, but there is only one kind of fairy tale that there are many. Such a character is indispensable in the story of the fairyland, that is, Daluo Jinxian.

Daluo Jinxian smiled brightly and stared at Moke and said, "Are you going back by yourself or are you driven back by me?"

Moke knows the power of Daluo Jinxian, but no one dares to talk to him like this, regardless of saying, "So what if I won't go?"

Da Luo Jinxian's young face smiled more brightly: "Choose the back road and look for death."

The momentum of both sides emerged.

Seeing that they were about to fight, Yang Zifan didn't want them to make friends, step and block themselves. He simply inserted between the two people who wanted to fight, with a smile on his face and said, "Daluo Jinxian's friend, he is my prisoner, no need to fight. I have to go to Penglaixian Island to solve this matter.

Now Yang Zifan has experienced hundreds of battles and will not blush when telling lies.

"You?" Daluo Jinxian couldn't believe this matter. His dark eyes flashed strange colors, as if he wanted to see Yang Zifan inside and outside.

Although Yang Zifan speaks for Mo Ke, Mo Ke will not think about Yang Zifan.

The virtual world and the fairyland are not two-to-one. When they meet, they don't fight to death. When the young man of Daluo Jinxian looked at Yang Zifan, the power of the pure virtual world poured into the ground from their feet and rushed directly to Daluo Jinxian.

Yang Zifan felt that there seemed to be a movement under him, but everything was late.

The black fog turned into a whirlwind and rushed to the sky, wrapping the Daluo Jinxian group. The monster laughed and rushed into the whirlwind.

"Bing Pong" has been thinking for a while.

It seems that the palms meet and the balls collided. In the blink of an eye, the black whirlwind burst out and turned into two breezes. Daluo Jinxian was unharmed and fell steadily from the air, leaving no trace of Mo Ke.

"This damn guy."

Yang Zifan didn't expect Mo Ke to be so reckless. He cursed in his heart and clapped his hands with a smile on his face, "Well caught, well caught, this guy just needs to be beaten."

Da Luo Jinxian spread out his palm and said, "Do you mind?"

In the palm of his hand, Moke was stuffed into a transparent bottle with the size of his thumb. This is the first time Yang Zifan has seen such means stunned for a moment.

"I don't mind, I don't mind, Lord Luo Jinxian's surname, I still don't know." In front of such a figure, Yang Zifan had no room to negotiate conditions. Although he did not say that he had a good impression on Moke, at least this man had not done anything bad in front of him and served him as a living target for almost a year. Not to mention his deep feelings, he could not save him. He could only slow down the other party and find a way to save him.

"Daluo Jinxian Qingjia."

"Qingjia" Yang Zifan repeated the strange name in his heart and looked suspicious: "We don't seem to know each other. What's the matter with me, a little mortal?"

"Just follow me." Qingjia didn't want to tell him why.

"If I don't know the reason, I won't follow people casually." Yang Zifan said resolutely. The torture of the water fairy when he was a child is still vivid, and he dares not compliment the immortals' methods.

"That's offended." Qingjia's face turned away, and his face changed like a change of day.

No wonder that in their eyes, strength is respected, and it is impossible for mortals to dare to speak conditions. If it is not appropriate, the upper character is so simple for the lower level.

"I'm not that easy to bully." Yang Zifan stared at him and did not hesitate because of the identity of the other party. It seems that in Yi Chen's professor for a year, his mind has changed, become more unwilling to be restrained, and even stained with some perverseness.

Qingjia said coldly, "The cultivation has arrived but has not crossed the disaster, but the Taoist heart of cultivation has a lotus heart."

This only sentence broke Yang Zifan's current cultivation, and also vaguely broke the secret in Yang Zifan's heart.

Qingjia's right hand passed through the left palm, and his fingers were clasped together, turning into a purple light, roaring out like a dragon. Daluo Jinxian is not an ordinary person, and he also belongs to the upper four levels in the eight stages of the fairy world.

Yang Zifan dare not neglect. Although he knows that his cultivation is not as good as others, he wants to try his potential. As Yi Chen said, anyway, he can't die. He is afraid of fighting more and making more trouble. At worst, he will come back and run away.

When the palms crossed, the other party came to the purple dragon, and I came to the fire dragon. The heart of the nine-leaf green lotus in my body quickly turned to force out a large area of green lotus gas. The green lotus gas turned into a piece of sky fire, shaping a wild fire dragon in front of Yang Zifan's powerful spiritual consciousness.

"Go! Burn him." Yang Zifan was excited. Since he realized the original method, he could only play all spells freely within his strength and scope. How comfortable it was to do it arbitrarily.

The purple dragon roared and the fire dragon roared, rushing out of their master's arms.

Yang Zifan knew that he was not good enough, but a Taoist heart had already surpassed ordinary immortals, so he pulled the fire dragon to the sky and did not fight with the purple dragon.

Zilong was really fooled, turned around and caught up.

Yang Zifan was secretly proud. As soon as his finger moved, the fire dragon suddenly turned around and spouted out a large area of sky fire. Zilong could not dodge when he saw this and was burned.

"Skyfire, good guy." His purple dragon was burned, but the blue armor of the fighting method praised: "Look at my means."

The hands suddenly separated, the left finger pointed out, and the right finger pointed with a purple light, drawing a huge Taoist charm. As soon as the Taoist symbol appeared, it changed from purple to red.

The purple dragon's body was shining brightly, and the body that withered under the sky fire suddenly shook, took the sky fire for itself and hit the fire dragon.

"Oh"

Although the two-day dragon is condensed by Zhenyuan, it represents the strong cultivation of the two people, and the cultivation immediately appears under the collision.

The fire dragon dissipated, and the purple dragon was powerful and leaned down.

Yang Zifan didn't think so. At this time, he quietly took action, and his body appeared beside him at a speed completely unexpected. His right palm was patted and his left palm was split.

"Papa" hit the chest and abdomen respectively. Yang Zifan was secretly surprised, but he didn't expect to approach Daluo Jinxian's body so easily.

In addition to being happy, he slapped several times in a row, but suddenly heard laughter in his ear: "What are you hitting?"

Yang Zifan was shocked and stared at it. He saw that the body of the green armor in his hand was slapped into a large area of smoke by his several palms in a row. Qingjia quietly appeared behind him and gently put his palm on Yang Zifan's shoulder.

"It's not good."

Yang Zifan knew that if he was photographed at this time, the victory or defeat would immediately appear. He turned his body in a hurry, and the "determined" formula was patted out with the palm of his hand.

Qingjia was cold, and his body trembled. He was blocked by the broken formula for less than two seconds. Yang Zifan took this opportunity to reverse his body in the air and passed by his palm.

The strong wind broke the clothes on his shoulders, and pieces of cloth flew away. Yang Zifan, who took the opportunity to fall, got up and kicked the man somewhere.

Qingjia, who passed by him, didn't expect Yang Zifan to make such a move, and he was kicked right.

"Bang."

"Ouch."

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The foot collided head-on with that thing. With Yang Zifan's current cultivation, even if it is the top of Mount Hua, it will be smashed half of the foot, not to mention the weakest place for men.

Then, "Ouch" Yang Zifan held his toes and stood three feet upside down in the air and jumped. There was a hot feeling from his feet. The green armor in the distance looked strange and he didn't even hum.

This foot can be broken by the iron plate. Yang Zifan grinned and pinched his toes. He really couldn't figure out why it was so hard under Daluo Jinxian, but he used the formula.

"Has he practiced?"

A possible conjecture came to Yang Zifan's mind.

"You're so bad." Qingjia didn't get angry for a long time, but smiled.

Yang Zifan put down his gradually regained consciousness and praised, "It's quite strong."

Qingjia was so told that he couldn't laugh or cry, and said seriously, "I'm going to make a real move."

"I'm afraid." Yang Zifan pretended to be indifferent, but he was quite nervous. The other party was Daluo Jinxian. He still remembers the master's methods clearly. In those years, he made him angry and destroyed Qianxunfeng and built Qianxunfeng in his breathing. At that time, the dragon whistling wind was only a fairy, which was worse than Daluo Jinxian. Levels.

Between breathing, Yang Zifan felt a pressure slowly coming from a distance. He knew that the real cultivation of Qingjia was only then that it was revealed.