Fight for immortals

Chapter 31 Craftsmen's Conference

God said that there should be tickets, so there are many tickets. Dear friends, you are all gods of me!

Situ Qingfeng is a friend worth making. Xu Le tried every possible to attract Lu Feng last time to give a chance to escape from the disciples of the treasure. However, at present, I only saw Situ Qinglian alone, and she was seriously injured and exhausted. Nine times out of ten, something big happened.

The sword light flashed, Xu Le's feet on the ground, and flying with the sword was also a luxury, which was unbearable for him.

Situ Qinglian was shocked and took two steps back to make a defensive posture.

"Miss Qinglian, don't be afraid, it's me."

"Brother Xu Le." Situ Qinglian was shocked. After seeing who was coming, she suddenly sat softly on the ground and cried.

Xu Le grabbed her head. This girl is too good at tossing around. Why did she cry so wronged and sadly?

It took Situ Qinglian to control her emotions, but she still looked weak and helpless.

"What about the other disciples of Jubaomen?"

"After you led away Lu Feng, we also escaped safely. Later, a hidden array was inadvertently triggered, which was a transmission array, and I was teleported to other places alone. I met many practitioners who broke in along the way. If it hadn't been for the armor and treasures and the elixir I carried with me, I would have been poisoned.

Situ Qinglian's appearance is also tragic enough. She is a three-level practitioner. Not to mention meeting others, it is enough for her to be accidentally bitten by some poison.

Xu Le took out a suit of clothes from Mijiezi, "Miss Qinglian, you put this dress on your body. The Death Mountains are full of murders and corpses. We'd better leave here as soon as possible and find out about your brother's news.

Situ Qinglian took over the clothes gratefully, and her handsome little face showed some dependence.

"Let's go."

The two people identified one direction. The sky here was covered by poisonous fog, and strange stones could be seen everywhere, and all kinds of fierce poisonous beasts attacked at any time.

Wo!

Xu Le's hand knife brought a wind blade and cut off the head of a python. Situ Qinglian skillfully cut the viper's abdomen with her sword and dug out a thumb-sized crystal from there.

"Brother Xu, this poisonous snake has lived for at least a hundred years. You see, a poisonous crystal has condensed in its body. This is a good thing. It can be put away and used as food for the king of insects.

Xu Le is really eye-opening on the way. Although Situ Qinglian is still young, she knows a lot and can pick up one or two useful things from time to time. Each disciple of the Treasure Gate has a unique spiritual sense and is good at finding treasures.

"Miss Qinglian, where are you Xianmen? I will visit you when I have a chance in the future?" Xu Le has never heard of Jubaomen and has never had time to ask.

"It's just a small fairy gate that lives in one place." Situ Qinglian answered perfunctorily.

Xu Le just smiled faintly and didn't want to answer.

The death of the Jedi is very large, and even tens of thousands of people will be quickly diverted. Xu Le and the others carefully walked through for three days, but they didn't meet anyone.

"Brother Xu, there is a situation ahead."

Xu Le paused, with a faint smell of blood in the air. If you don't distinguish it carefully, you can't find it at all.

"Let's be careful and go and have a look."

The two entered a valley and saw that the ground was full of corpses. Judging from the clothes they were wearing, it was from the same fairy gate. These people's death is ugly, and most of them are fatal. Some weak disciples were directly cut by the blade.

"Brother Xu, they are disciples of Tiandaomen. Who killed more than 40 people so fiercely?" Situ Qinglian's face was pale and she squatted aside and couldn't help vomiting.

Xu Le came forward to look at the knife marks on several bodies. His eyes were solemn. He looked around for a moment and did not notice abnormal movement.

"From the wound, it looks like the handwriting of Master Jiujiangu Yidao. The blood stains on these people have not solidified, and they should not have been gone for a long time."

Xu Le lamented the cruelty of practice, which is really life and death.

"What a ferocious means to kill so many disciples of our fairy sect." Seven people approached from afar, everyone was carrying a long knife, stained with blood, condensed breath, and experienced hundreds of battles.

Xu Le looked back and saw that the strongest was just the peak of the seventh level of quenching, and he could beat them to death at will.

Since he absorbed many auras, his physical potential has been gradually stimulated, and his strength has been continuously improved in recent days, approaching the power of seventy-four. Not to mention the practitioner of level 7 of quenching, even the average peak master of level 8 of quenching may not be able to take advantage of themselves.

Because the body is transforming into a supernatural physique, most of the energy is consumed by changing the physical structure. Every meridians, every muscle, every muscle, and every muscle and skin in his body are more than 20 times tougher than ordinary people. It can be said that ordinary swords can't be broken at all.

Otherwise, with so much energy he absorbs, his combat effectiveness will be more powerful. However, although the divine physique is powerful, there is also a drawback, and the difficulty of strengthening the physique will also increase many times.

The process of physical strengthening is the process of purifying the body. The stronger the body, the slower the speed of purification. Just like an iron ore, it is easy to train into refined iron, but it takes more than 100 times to train refined iron into steel.

Xu Le estimated that his physical strengthening was about 55 times, and he was still a little out of the flow in the eyes of the master.

The seven disciples of Tiandaomen saw this and surrounded them directly, and their eyes were full of murder and disdain. However, Situ Qinglian's poor appearance, coupled with her handsome white and tender face, showed an evil smile on the corners of the three disciples' mouths.

"You must know who killed my disciple Tiandaomen? Say it well, I'm thinking about letting you go."

Xu Le looked at the old man with gray hair and upturned beard and said unpleasantly, "We know, but we just don't say it. Girl, let's go.

A knife came out of the sheath. The disciple in the early stage of the seventh level of quenching pointed the knife directly at Xu Le's forehead and sneered, "Go? If you dare to take a step, I will split your head and see if it is mud.

"Get out of here."

Xu Le reached out and grabbed it, melted his knife into iron mud, and kicked out a foot under his feet, like a long whip sweeping and making a shocking sound.

When the power reaches a certain level, every move is as fast as lightning.

Xu Le's foot was like a giant elephant stepping on it. He kicked the other party out with a sneer, and his chest collapsed deeply, and his flesh and blood were blurred. Situ Qinglian's eyes came straight up. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that Xu Le was very cool.

The remaining six disciples of Tiandaomen jumped up in fear as if they were stabbed in the buttocks by an awl.

"Your Excellency is so cruel that you have poisoned my immortal disciples for no reason. Are you with that murderer?"

Xu Le nodded. He and the knife master were really together. They were both from Jiujian Valley.

"Do you want to keep me too?"

Six people were swept away by his eyes and took a few steps back again for fear that he would commit murder.

"Qinglian, let's go."

"Well, next time I'll be arrogant, Miss Ben will take off your stinky skin." Situ Qinglian hated their eyes very much and clenched her fist and gave a fierce warning before leaving.

"Brother Yu, will you just let him go like this?"

"Shut up, this man's method is not simple, and his eyes make me feel creepy. Seeing him reminds me of Brother Wang, a talented disciple of this family.

"Unfortunately, Brother Wang is not here. He has gone to the Fenghuo Empire to attend the craftsman's conference there. I heard that any craftsman with a little talent will be rewarded by the Fenghuo Empire with spiritual stone practice. This news attracts many talented disciples to go there.

Xu Le has gone far, but their conversation is still heard.

He doesn't know what's going on with the craftsman's conference, but he can reward the spirit stone, which is definitely the handwriting of the Super Fairy Gate, even the Canghai Fairy Gate.

Is the background of the wind and fire empire stronger than that of Canghai Xianmen?

Xu Le didn't think much about it. He and Situ Qinglian walked recklessly for another two days and finally saw the exit. Out of the Death Mountains, both of them have the illusion of a separate world.

The town is still so lively, with people coming and going, and everything that happened in the Death Mountains has not been spread, so those who try to find fairy fate still go forward.

Among other things, even if people like Feng Feifei enter the Death Mountain, they hope to get some inheritance treasure. If they get it, their future practice will be smooth, at least they don't need to worry about the resources of practice.

"Xu Le."

Xu Le passed by a restaurant and heard someone calling him. He turned his head and saw that he was actually a magic master he knew. He hurried in and saw him sitting there leisurely drinking.

"Disciple met the master of magic hand." Xu Le came forward with a smile, and then sat down and took the wine pot and looked up to take a big sip.

The magic hand master has been promoted to a generation of martial arts masters, but the fierce momentum on his body has disappeared. Why does he look like an ordinary drunken apprentice?

Situ Qinglian, who followed him, thought he was an acquaintance of Xu Le, but she didn't expect that he would be a martial arts master. The buttocks had sat down, jumped up again, and saluted the magic master in a hurry.

"Ha ha, interesting female doll."

The magic hand master smiled and motioned her to be more casual. Then his eyes fell on Xu Le, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became. How long has it been separated? Xu Le has risen to two levels in a row and become a six-level practitioner.

However, everyone has their own secrets, and Master Magic Hand did not ask much. He just took out a dark sign from the Mijie and threw it to the table and said, "I just rushed here from Canghai Xianmen three days ago, and I happened to meet Sister Feng who got out of trouble and knew what happened. Brother Xu, this is the identity certificate of your miscellaneous disciple in Canghai Xianmen. With your talent, you could have become an elite disciple there, or even a higher-ranking core disciple. However, there are many geniuses in Canghai Xianmen. It's common for you to fight, so I still applied for the identity card of miscellaneous disciples for you, so that you won't be envied when you get there.

"Thank you, Master Magic Hand."

Xu Le was relieved. With this identity card, he was a real disciple of Canghai Xianmen. In the future, trials outside can also play a certain role.

"Brother Xu, since you have come out safely, why don't you go to the Fenghuo Empire with me, where the craftsman conference is about to be held. Let's go and see it, which will be of great benefit to the future soul practice.