Chapter 88 Carving a Boat for a Sword

A tree root patted out of the water, raised several feet of waves, and hit Ling Sheng.

Ling Sheng stood on the surface of the water and casually cut off the root of the tree.

Another red shrimp, as long as an arm, jumped out of the water and hit Ling Sheng with long thorns.

Ling Sheng pointed on the sharp long thorn, and his sword spirit burst out.

The red prawn was penetrated by sword spirit, penetrated from the head shell, burst from the tail end, and then turned into blood fog, and the shell flew away.

Another big fish jumped out.

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This river surrounds the sword test peak and circles the whole sword test peak in it. It also originates from the deep underground and leads to the river. I don't know how many water monsters have been bred in it.

These water monsters are not full of the realm of imperial qi, but with wisdom and know how to breathe and vomit, their body shape will gradually grow up without too many restrictions. Among them, even if there is a realm of imperial spirit, it is rare to think about it.

Ling Sheng walked on the surface of the water and was not in a hurry. His sword spirit was occasionally sent out, cutting off a few huge monsters, but the monsters did not attack frequently, which made him only produce four or five sword spirits in three breaths, so his sword spirit continued one after another, and he did not panic at all.

Ling Sheng cut * monsters all the way to the center of the water.

Suddenly, a small boat floated down. There was a young man in a dark robe, which seemed to be a Taoist robe, but tighter than the Taoist robe, not as loose as that.

Ling Sheng operated the platinum sword elixir for a week and restrained his breath. Although his cultivation has soared now that he can't hide like a mortal as before, he also suppresses his fierce breath. At first look, he is just like an ordinary monk who has just entered the imperial spirit.

The boat floated down with the water, and the young man sat at the end of the boat, with a pair of tea sets in front of him. The fragrance of tea floated into his nose.

Although the water was not very fierce, it also made the boat shake. It was strange that the tea set on the boat was stable, and even the tea in the cup did not overflow.

Ling Sheng's eyes are sharp. At a glance, he knows that this person is only in the realm of imperial spirit, and it is not profound. It has not been long since he came to this realm, which is about the same as the breath after Ling Sheng's convergence at this moment.

But somehow, this young man, who was only new to the imperial spirit, made Ling Sheng feel a very strange feeling in his heart. He seemed to resist or be afraid, and only felt that this person was mysterious.

The world is big, and there are many characters with adventure opportunities. Ling Sheng does not feel that he is the only one who can be favored by heaven and earth, but he is not very disappointed.

The young man on the boat saw Ling Sheng, raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to be interested. He smiled and said, "Brother Dao is so interested to fight with these little spirits. Why don't you get on my boat and enjoy the scenery of the river under the sword peak?"

Ling Sheng also knows that there is a large array in the river outside the Jianfeng, and the water monster seems to be suppressed by the magic array. Although he attacks people crossing the river, if he encounters a small boat, he will not come out.

Sure enough, after Ling Sheng jumped into the boat, many monsters who ran around stopped. Although they were still unwilling, they only swayed on the surface of the water, and then dived into the water and stopped coming up.

The young man twirled a cup of tea, which was steaming, and the white smoke was like fog. He smiled and said, "Below wood, I don't know my brother's name?"

"Ling Sheng."

Fang Mu smiled slightly and was surprised, but when Ling Sheng opened his mouth, he felt shocked. He originally felt that Ling Sheng's cultivation was similar to his own, but with his extraordinary means, it has always been easy to kill opponents with equal cultivation. But when he looked carefully, he gradually realized that something was wrong. Although Ling Sheng, who was younger than himself in front of him, was also in the early stage of the imperial spirit, his breath was looming and faint. It seemed that he could feel a hidden sharpness and seemed to try his best to cover it up, but this sharpness was really sharp and difficult to hide, and finally revealed a trace of it.

This looming and unconcealed breath became stronger with an indifferent tone when Ling Sheng spoke.

Fang Mu is surprised.

Ling Sheng also felt that Fang Mu was not ordinary, but he was far from shocked, so he was only a little surprised. Calm for a moment, he suddenly asked, "Are all the guests set up by Jianjian Peak dead?"

Fang Mu laughed and said, "How do you know that I didn't come to meet you?"

Ling Sheng said lightly: "Taoist friends come to go boating leisurely, drink tea, and watch the green mountains and green trees on both sides of the strait. It doesn't seem to come here to welcome guests."

Most of the people who welcome guests are in the realm of nourishing qi, and even some of them are just angry. Practitioners who have not yet given birth to true spirit are not high in status, shallow in Taoism, and difficult to be valued, so they are sent to welcome guests. And Fangmu is a person in the realm of imperial spirit. He is still young and must be a highly valued figure in his sect. He is definitely not a person who welcomes guests.

Hearing this, Fang Mu laughed dumbly, but said, "Although these people who welcome guests are shallow and not very eye-catching, they have a humble status in the sect, but after all, they are also from the sect and are quite arrogant, so they ignore the people outside the river. After all, those first-class sect disciples or immortal disciples who can really make them kowtow and take care of are led by Xian Xuanjun. They are not small and can be recognized at a glance. At this time, most of the people who came early to test the sword peak are not very ordinary people. These welcome guys are also quite eye-catching. Seeing that we didn't have much style or scene when we came, they didn't pay attention to it.

Ling Sheng listened and said nothing, but frowned slightly.

Fang Mu laughed and said, "Of course, ordinary monks like us, if we wait by the river and gather more than a dozen people, there will be a servant who welcomes guests and drives people across the river in a small boat. As for the single ones, they will not be treated too well. They have to wait here for a few days, wait for more than a dozen people to welcome the guests.

After saying that, Fang Mu looked at the teacup in front of Ling Sheng and saw the tea in the cup*. Ling Sheng had not drunk tea so far. He laughed, stood up and arched his hand and said, "Brother Ling Sheng, why don't you drink tea? Are you afraid that I will take medicine in the tea?

Ling Sheng shook his head and raised the teacup as a slight sign.

Fang Mu said, "We practitioners have true qi and protect the internal organs of tendons and veins, and many poisons are also difficult to work. If Taoist brother is really afraid, don't drink it."

After saying that, Fang Mu seemed to have a lot of anger and drank all the tea in front of him, as if to prove that the tea was non-toxic.

But Fangmu's angry behavior made the sleeve robe move slightly, and a dagger in the sleeve was thrown out, rowed across the edge of the boat and fell into the river.

Ling Sheng raised the teacup, looked at it indifferently, and then looked at the place where the dagger fell into the water. Suddenly, his eyes shrank.

The dagger was originally an ordinary dagger, which is also common in the secular world and illegal, but this person is at least a high man in the realm of imperial spirit. Why did he put this ordinary dagger in his sleeve?

Looking at the place where the dagger fell, it happened to be a trace on the boat that fell into the river.

Carve a boat and ask for a sword!