Chapter 7 Blocking

A road winding from south to north to the end of the sky.

There is a man in his twenties beside the road, wearing a coarse cloth under him, sitting on the ground, eating noodles with his head down.

The noodle soup is hot and fragrant. The man actually filled the soup noodles with a washbasin and filled the whole basin.

When Ling Sheng saw this man from afar, he felt very strange and was slightly alert.

"Little brother, you come from that road. Are you a disciple of Xianmen from Kongming Fairy Mountain?" The man suddenly showed his white teeth and smiled quite brightly and approachable.

Ling Sheng's heart moved slightly and said calmly, "Kongming Fairy Mountain is a holy place of immortals. How can I be blessed to worship Kongming Fairy Mountain as a mortal like me?"

The man looked as usual and smiled, "Ha ha, why don't you sit down and drink soup and eat noodles with me?"

Ling Sheng's eyes flashed slightly and said, "I still have something important to do, so I won't do it."

Beside the wilderness road, there is no village in front of him and no shop behind him. There are hot noodles in his arms, steaming hot air, and dressed in a washbasin, which has to make people vigilant.

"hehe."

The man smiled and lowered his head again and sent noodles to his mouth.

Ling Sheng looked at the man deeply and ran forward.

"I can't finish the noodles. I think you'd better eat some for me."

Just as Ling Sheng passed in front of him, the man suddenly raised his head, his face was sad, and his tone was like ice.

Ling Sheng was slightly shocked and quickly retreated.

"How about I give you a bite?"

The man suddenly shook his basin, threw the hot soup with noodles, and smashed it into Ling Sheng's face.

Ling Sheng reacted quickly and moved a few feet to his side. Finally, the hot soup basin hit him, and the soup splashed with dust, synthes into turbid yellow water droplets.

"Who are you?" Ling Sheng's eyes were sharp, and his murderous intent was sharp, and he said in a low voice.

"Qingwang Divine Religion." The man replied.

Ling Sheng frowned, and he had never heard of this sect.

Kongming Xianmen is a famous immortal sect in the world, which is also the top in the world. Ling Sheng has also heard of several practices as famous as Kongming Xianshan. This man dares to intercept and kill the disciples of Kongming Xianmen, and his origin must be extraordinary, but he has never heard of this Qingwang God Religion.

"If I guess correctly, you must be thinking about why you have never heard of the name of the Qingwang God Religion?" The man laughed.

"But please give me some advice." Ling Sheng quietly stretched out his hand and quietly pressed his waist.

"My Qingwang God Religion is a sect of 100,000 mountains and endless forests in the south, which is not inferior to the nine sects of your immortal family." The man said proudly.

"Blowing to yourself." Ling Sheng was quite disapproving and asked, "I don't know why you attacked me?"

"You, an elder of Kongming Xianmen, took the treasure of my master. My master intended to get justice back but couldn't draw it for the time being. As a junior, I will first come to the next battle post." The man said slowly.

"Isn't it afraid that you can't get out for the time being?" Ling Sheng sneered and then shouted, "If you want to put down the war post, then go to Kongming Fairy Mountain. Why do you intercept the disciples of Kongming?"

"Since it is a war post, how can it be gentle? Isn't it just the artistic conception of life and death to kill a few people? The man said.

Ling Sheng suddenly shook his hand and raised a flying knife.

As previously discussed, Ling Sheng has sensed this person's cultivation, which is only to nourish qi, not imperial qi.

There is no magic spell for nourishing qi, and there are not many mysterious things. It's just that the body is healthy, longevity is long, and the vitality is active.

Like Ling Sheng, there are only a few people who can send out flying knives with sword spirit. Most people who cultivate their spirits and cultivation just have no power to tie chickens. Of course, there are also some people who practice secular martial arts to protect themselves. It's just that most practitioners sneer at secular martial arts. After all, if they are successful in cultivation, they can have all kinds of mysterious things. As for martial arts skills, they are just some small tricks that don't stand on the table.

Since it was found that the other party was only a person who was beginning to enter the threshold of practice, Ling Sheng, who was also in the realm of Qi, believed that he had a flying knife in his hand, and it was not difficult to kill the other party, so he immediately took action without hesitation.

The flying knife was as fast as an arrow, and the stone fire and lightning touched the man's eyebrows.

Poo!

The sound of flying knives into the flesh sounded.

"I didn't expect you to have two skills."

The man took down the mouse hidden in his head and hidden in his hair. The mouse had been stabbed to death by a flying knife. The man sighed and said sadly, "It's a pity that I have a little baby."

Ling Sheng looked slightly awe-like, and the mouse actually blocked the flying knife for this person, which was really unheard of.

Suddenly, Ling Sheng only felt that his feet were tight, and his heart suddenly jumped. He hurried back a few steps. At the same time, he quickly pulled out his flying knife and scratched his feet like lightning.

The flying knife was quite sharp and cut the things wrapped around Ling Sheng's feet. However, dozens of long white objects in front of him came and came surprisingly fast.

"What the hell is this?"

Ling Sheng said it was not good and retreated one after another.

"You talked to me before, thinking that you were exploring secretly, but now you must think you have found out my details, but you don't know that I've told you so much nonsense, which is also delaying time." The man showed a smile, stood up slightly and said with a sneer, "I invited you to eat before, but you didn't eat it. At this time, it's their turn to eat you."

These long white snakes were actually transformed by the previous pot of noodles.

"What the hell, how did these noodles become long snakes?"

Ling Sheng couldn't retreat, but his hand still kept throwing out three flying knives one after another.

This time, the man no longer had a snow-white mouse to resist the flying knife, but flew out of his chest.

This silkworm is snow-white, with green spots, two tentacles on the top of its head, and feathers on its tail, and converge into a cluster, like a bird's tail.

The tail shaped like a bird's tail shook fiercely and actually blocked the flying knife one by one.

"This is my own insect. It is nourished by my true temperature. It is extremely spiritual and highly toxic. Unless there is a high-spirited person, it can be killed. As for you, although you don't know why you can have such a powerful flying knife killing skill, you are far from dealing with it. The man laughed.

Ling Sheng did not answer him, dodging the white snake on the ground while looking for an opportunity to attack the person's body. In addition to retreating, he sometimes jumps left and right to avoid being too far away from each other.

If it is too far away, the flying knife will no longer fly in front of the other party in an instant, and the power will be slightly reduced slightly. The other party is easy to dodge, and the insect can stop the flying knife. Besides, there are not many flying knives.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Ling Sheng's eyes, reached out and pulled the burden, shaking, and his clothes fell down one after another.

Those long white snakes are pressed under their clothes.

Ling Sheng looked fierce, jumped over his clothes and went straight to the man opposite.

At this time, those long white snakes had already put on their clothes and ejected one after another and attacked Ling Sheng's back.