002 Fight and suffer!

What is the real strength of Daluo Jinxian?

Yang Zifan is a little nervous.

Qingjia slapped out, setting off a large wind. Yang Zifan's heart trembled. Since he realized the power of the source, his spiritual consciousness was many times more sensitive than before.

The wind contains a strange force that has never been seen before.

Yang Zifan's spiritual consciousness was quietly released, looking for the key to the link between Qingjia and vitality.

"Bin."

Qingjia waved his hands again and shouted. At the same time, Yang Zifan had just found the origin of Qingjia and vitality, and a large amount of green lotus gas rushed out.

However, how can Daluo Jinxian's method be so simple? Under the effect of Yang Zifan's original method, the strong wind dissipated, and at the same time, a large amount of pressure suddenly appeared in all directions.

It seemed that three walls were squeezing towards him. Yang Zifan was shocked. The only gap was in the front. He pulled out his legs and walked, and two palms floated on his face to seal the way.

Yang Zifan was unavoidably and was hit by three invisible gases, and he was immediately turbulent.

Qingjia smiled and said, "What about my method?"

Yang Zifan, who was turbulent, even had difficulty speaking and stared at him helplessly.

Qingjia laughed, sighed a drop of Zhenyuan at his fingertips and flew into the air. The invisible gas wall instantly turned into countless ropes to tie Yang Zifan tightly, and a layer of shield was added to the outside.

At this time, Yang Zifan was like a big dumpling thrown into a transparent bag.

But it's good to at least be able to speak.

After being captured, Yang Zifan knew his gap and didn't want to struggle. He asked, "Qingjia, where are you taking me?"

Qingjia wrinkled his nose and his eyes were awe-insed. The rope on Yang Zifan's body immediately drilled into the meat as if he were alive. Yang Zifan exhaled in pain and quickly begged for mercy: "Lord Qingjia..."

Hearing the word adult, Qingjia released the spell and said, "Just let me go." Regardless of Yang Zifan's comfort, he picked up Yang Zifan and used the technique of moving.

In an instant, it came to a crisp blue cloud.

The smell of the mountain forest came to his face. Yang Zifan looked up. The clouds and fog were ethereal. The mountains and forests were seated. He looked down and saw that there was an abyss under his feet. He was shocked and said, "You don't want to throw me down, do you?"

Qingjia stood on a straight pine tree, raised his feet and stepped in the air. Yang Zifan only felt that he was on a mountain full of gravel in front of his eyes.

"Shrink the ground into a foot, a powerful imperial air magic, teach me!" Yang Zifan liked such handsome spells. Although he was turbulent, he couldn't help shouting in his words.

Qingjia also ignored him and put him on the ground, standing aside as if waiting for someone.

"I don't understand. Are you immortals bored? What are you doing to catch me, a little mortal?" Yang Zifan couldn't stand it and deliberately pouted as if he couldn't figure it out.

Qingjia never seemed to be angry. He looked down at Yang Zifan sitting next to him and said, "Are you a mortal?"

"I'm not a mortal?" Yang Zifan pointed to himself in surprise: "What do you think I'm not a mortal at all? I practice Tianyuan Zhengfa and practice the right path in the world."

"You're telling a joke." Qingjia Road.

Yang Zifan said seriously, "No matter where I go, I'm just an ordinary mortal."

"What you learn is not up to you." Qingjia seemed to know a lot of things about Yang Zifan and looked unfathomable.

"What kind of world? If you want to be a mortal, you have to be in charge. Are you really so idle?" Yang Zifan was told that he was in pain and still pretended to be indifferent. From childhood to adult, his dream was to become a fairy like Long Xiaofeng, but after he met Long Xiaofeng and went to Penglai Fairy Island, he didn't think about it. Although he didn't understand why he didn't want to, after experiencing so many things, he gradually understood that he I have a mortal heart and a pair of ordinary eyes. In the final analysis, I am just a small mortal, no matter what I practice.

Just, is it really easy? Don't care about anything. The specialness of Jiuye Qinglian's heart faintly became a pain in his heart.

Yang Zifan looked sideways at the fog in the distance, and the cold wind blew a little painfully on his face. He didn't know why the wind could come in. He took a deep breath and pretended to whistle.

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"Where is this?"

"Xihua Mountain."

"I haven't heard of it."

"The place where the Queen Mother has practiced."

"The Queen Mother's Aunt?"

"Nonsense."

"Ouch." Yang Zifan was tied into zongzi again.

Three days later, the two of them talked about it. Yang Zifan didn't bother to ask him who he was waiting for, but there was one thing in Xihua Mountain that made Yang Zifan very uncomfortable.

If you can't see the sun, you can only see the endless fog.

"Hey, I have something to tell you." That evening, Yang Zifan said to Qingjia very seriously.

"Don't talk to me and let you go." Qingjia refused very quickly.

"No, is this the only thing I have? This matter is very tricky now." Yang Zifan shouted.

"Oh." Qingjia looked at him with interest and said, "What's the matter!"

"People are in a hurry."

Yang Zifan was a little "shy" and murmured out four words.

Qingjia looked at him strangely. As we all know, the monks in the world have practiced through the valley period, and all kinds of things such as eating and three emergencies are gone, relying on the "breath of nature" to maintain their bodies.

His four words are really surprising.

"They are different." Yang Zifan looked very eager with his legs between his legs.

Qingjia's face stiffened. After thousands of years of cultivation, he had not encountered such a thing for a long time. For a moment, he couldn't turn his mind. He saw Yang Zifan's appearance and changed his instructions.

Yang Zifan felt that the invisible rope on his body had loosened, and his hands could be shaken again. He stood on the top of the mountain and untied his trouser pockets and whistled pleasantly.

Qingjia coughed and turned around.

"They are all big men. What are you afraid of?" Yang Zifan whispered and continued to hum his little song. Looking at the stars all over the sky, he quietly paid attention to Qingjia at the corners of his eyes. He was happy to see that he had taken a few more steps away.

"Wow, it's so comfortable." He pinched his finger and turned the air of the green lotus in his body into a small column of water, causing a cling sound.

At this time, the two stood on the top of the mountain, and the bottom of the mountain was covered by fog and confused.

Yang Zifan took advantage of this opportunity to find out quietly, first turned into a knife to cut off the strong connection between Qingjia and his body, and continued to hum the song and look down the mountain.

The green armor is not aware of it.

Yang Zifan was very happy and said secretly, "Brother Moke, I'm sorry."

"Break." When the secret was broken, his body suddenly loosened, and Yang Zifan went down the cliff with a strange smile.

Standing aside and looking at the night, Qingjia heard a strange smile, and his face changed greatly. He turned around to look and saw a dark shadow falling on the cliff.

"The boy cheated." He suddenly realized that his body unfolded in an instant and jumped into the cliff.

There is a thick fog, and there is no trace of Yang Zifan.

Naturally, it is impossible to run very far with Yang Zifan's cultivation. After jumping off the cliff, he climbed onto an empty pine tree, and then quietly hid in the stone cracks beside him, closing his cultivation and spiritual consciousness, turning himself into a dead object. Even if the green armor searches with spiritual consciousness, he can easily escape.

However, he finally forgot one thing.

The means of Zhang Xu, the immortal general in Emperor Chu's city, will naturally do the means of Daluo Jinxian Qingjia.

"You can't get out. Don't force me to use means." Qingjia's voice spread to every corner through the fog.

"Ghosts go out."

"I mean no harm to you. You'd better come out by yourself!" Qingjia's tone softened.

"Ghosts believe it."

"If I want to kill you, I won't bring you here." Qingjia waited for a while and then said.

"That's what you always say when you lie."

"Then don't blame me."

The voice of Qingjia disappeared into the fog, and Yang Zifan smiled and said that I was hiding here. Can you find it? What can you do with me?

"Turn around and return to position quickly."

After a while, the formula floated among the cliffs.

"Oh, it's terrible... No way!" Yang Zifan's strange scream spread all over the mountains, and the birds took off.

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"What... means do you use?"

Half an hour later, Yang Zifan looked at the blue armor with a pair of panda eyes and a swollen face. When he spoke, he accidentally implicated the corners of his mouth and quickly closed his mouth in pain.

"The realm of mortals is much different from ours. You don't have to think about escaping again." Qingjia rubbed his numb fist and motioned, thinking about why Yang Zifan's bones were so hard.

Yang Zifan looked at his hands tied by a yellow belt and the meridians of his whole body sealed by forbidden means, and said helplessly, "Can I escape like this?"

"That's not necessarily the case."

"The realm of mortals is different from yours, and now you admit that I am mortal? You are really contradictory." Yang Zifan's cultivation is not as good as others, and he can only try to beat each other in words.

"What you have learned in the mortal world is the Tao, but what you have practiced in our fairyland is not contradictory."

"Why is it not contradictory? In my opinion, you are nothing more than that."

This sentence seemed to remind Qingjia of something. He meditated and stared at Yang Zifan and said, "I'm curious. How did you break my spell?"

Yang Zifan naturally couldn't tell him, so he started the riddle.

"I used a magic weapon, and it's gone after using it."

"The magic weapon?" Qingjia can't think of any magic weapon that can quietly break his forbidden means, and it will be gone after using it once...

When Yang Zifan saw that he believed it, he smiled bitterly and Luo Jinxian was really kind and innocent.

"Why on earth did you catch me?"

"Someone wants to see you." A day later, Qingjia finally said what Yang Zifan wanted to hear.

Hearing this, Yang Zifan was even more angry. If he had known this, why did he have to fight with him? He really had nothing to do. He wanted to curse a few words, but in the face of Qingjia, he could only swallow the pain in his heart.

He sighed, "When will this day end!"

It seems that God heard Yang Zifan's inner cry.

"Cra quack." Throw a series of strange sounds.

"What's going on!" Yang Zifan looked up at the sky.