Taking Dong Xiaowan back to the inn, she didn't let Lu Muhui recognize her appearance.

When she learned that Lu Rong had also come to Xiandao safely, Niu Niang was full of joy.

Never thought...

The next day.

"The surname is Mo, get out of here!"

The sharp roar broke the tranquility of the inn, and also made Mo Qiu, who sat cross-legged, frowned.

"Peng!"

Without a second shout, the door shattered instantly, and a violent sword light slashed.

Flying sword!

The sword light came like thunder, and it was dull and whistling inside. It was the Lu Family's Legend of Lei Lei Jian Jue.

"Huh!"

Mo Qiu's figure flickered, the fairy cloud covered his body, and the whole person turned into a shadow and broke through the window.

In the courtyard, Lu Rong had a pretty face with anger, pinched the Jue with one hand, swiped his finger, and cut out the flying sword again.

"Sister, don't!"

Lu Muhui yelled, hurriedly saying:

"This is a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?" Lu Rong snorted coldly:

"I just haven't returned for a few days, Xiao Wan has become such a person, neither ghost nor ghost."

"It must be caused by the surname Mo!"

"Don't think that you can bully Xiaowan if you help my sister!"

While she was speaking, her hand movement did not stop, and the flying sword circled the air, madly attacking Mo Qiu.

"Lu Rong." Don't ask for a change in body shape, his expression cold:

"I really thought that Mo was afraid that you would fail?"

"Come on!" Lu Rong was disdainful:

"A mortal..."

"Zheng!"

Before she finished her words, the sword light suddenly rose in the field, and a sword mark suddenly passed nearly 20 meters away and appeared in her perception.

Ten steps to kill!

Now, with this ultimate move, Mo Qiu no longer needs a special charge, and can explode at any time.

not good!

Lu Rong's eyes shrank, before he had time to think, a layer of aura and a gem emerged one after another.

King Kong Talisman!

Feng Lingzhu!

"Peng!"

Under the sword light, the powerful diamond talisman persisted for only a moment, and then it shattered colorfully.

But with this moment of relief, the Wind Spirit Orb had already cut down a line-like wind blade.

Although the wind blade is thin, its might is not to be underestimated. The incoming sword blade was immediately cut down by one of the blows.

At the same time, Feijian walked around, protecting himself first.

"call……"

Don't ask for a spinning figure, moving fast in the area of ​​three feet, countless sword shadows gushing out, as if to drown the opponent.

Lu Rong's face was gloomy, his fingers pinched, and the light of the flying sword suddenly flourished.

"Crack..."

"boom!"

A flash of electric light emerged from the flying sword, and the thunder and roar instantly swept the audience.

Ben Lei Sword Jue flashes thunder!

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

Mo Qiu's figure flickered, a slight difference in avoiding the sword light, his heart surged, and the moment his fingers flicked, two wisps of black smoke emerged from the soul-catching bell on his waist, and the ghost cried and rushed towards the opponent.

The courtyard where the two played against was located behind the inn, and on the second floor of the inn, there were several people watching the battle.

"Interesting." A young master Pian Pianjia dressed in a Chinese dress, holding a folding fan, gently waved and said:

"A mortal can compete with a cultivator on the eighth level of Qi Refining. It is a good method."

"Shizi." A middle-aged man bowed and said:

"This person is indeed extraordinary, but there is also the reason that Miss Lu's men were merciful and never killed him."

Several people saw it clearly. Lu Rong just wanted to teach the other party a lesson, and didn't intend to kill anyone. With a carelessness, it was only when someone got close to him, which led to a dangerous situation.

"Huh!" a big guy next to him snorted coldly after hearing this:

"If you really fight against each other, no one will show mercy. If you make a difference, you will kill your own life."

"Furthermore, that mortal man has superb martial arts, and seems to be well versed in the method of imperial swords, every time he can avoid flying swords with a slight difference, it may seem thrilling, but in fact he is confident and has more blood refining tools."

"Ms. Lu, the game is one of a kind after all!"

"General Wu." Fengxian next to Lu Rong was also here, and he couldn't help but express his anger when he heard the words:

"That Moqiu is really good, but if my lady really makes a move, it will be easy to win."

"hehe……"

Several people in the court chuckled.

They could see that Lu Rong's cultivation and strength far exceeded Moqiu.

But for a mortal, it's good to be able to do this.

In the field.

The two of them had already angered, and Lu Rong was no longer polite, using magic weapons and spells one after another.

Congenitally capture the hand!

Ben Lei Jian Jue!

Feng Lingzhu!

Various offensives rushed forward, the small courtyard immediately roared, and Mo Qiu was forced to dodge from side to side.

Although he still has the means, if he really wants to win, he must try his best to inspire the fire dragon.

At that time, it was really endless.

Enemies with cultivators, especially those with advanced magic power, have limited means for mortals.

"Rongrong!" At this moment, the door next to the room was pushed aside, and the haggard Dong Xiaowan stretched out her hand to stop her:

"Stop!"

Lu Rong moved her hand for a while, staring fiercely at Mo Qiu for a while before retracting Feijian with a look of disgust.

She could feel that the other party didn't really go all out, and there should be no cards left.

But at this time, you can only put it aside first.

"Xiaowan." Lu Rong rushed to Dong Xiaowan, with a worried expression on her face:

"What's the matter with you? Where have you been in the past few days? There is no news from Fengxian, but it worries me badly."

"I..." Dong Xiaowan opened her mouth, her face bitter:

"I'm fine."

"How could it be okay?" Lu Rong raised her eyebrows and looked at Mo Qiu coldly:

"Did he bully you?"

"It's none of his business." Dong Xiaowan hurriedly shook her head, her expression changed, and then she sighed in a low voice:

"It's my mother..."

"Your mother?" Lu Rong's expression changed slightly. He looked at everyone in the field, and then waved to Lu Muhui:

"Sister Nineteen, you and I will go back to the Fengjiang Courtyard set up by Prince Ann, and go back and talk about the things on the road."

"Ah!" Lu Muhui was taken aback, looking at Mo Qiu:

"Then, what about Brother Mo?"

Although she was here for the first time, she also knew about several special places on this island, including Prince Ann’s Fengjiangyuan, the Qunxian Pavilion set up by the court, and the Xiantai Garden under the jurisdiction of the Zhennan King.

However, only immortal practitioners can stay in these places, and mortal followers need to be arranged separately.

"He?" Lu Rong hummed softly, her beautiful eyes flashed, and said:

"The last name is Mo, do you have a place to go?"

"The second lady is worried." Mo Qiu said indifferently:

"Momou has his own plan."

"That's good." Lu Rong nodded, and saw that Lu Muhui was embarrassed and rolled her eyes:

"It's not very far, you can meet anytime you want, there is no need to look like life and death."

"Clean up, let's go!"

She urged and acted vigorously, and soon dragged the reluctant two daughters away.

Mo Qiu shook his head from the back and turned back to the room.

This woman is simply unreasonable!

…………

This island is the acropolis that arches Weixian Island in Dajin, so it is also called Jindao by the locals.

Out of the island, this is the fairy island three hundred nautical miles south.

Fairy Island is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and ordinary people can't see its true appearance when looking at it from a distance.

The immortal cultivators on Jindao came from all over the Dajin area, and most of them wanted to worship the immortal faction.

However, the Xianzong big faction is strict in accepting disciples, and in the end they can get what they want, very few.

The second best thing is to join the imperial power.

The imperial court may be supported by thousands of people, and the journey may be bumpy, but it is easy to seek a lifetime of wealth.

Of course, there are some small schools, but relatively speaking, they are the worst choice.

Three months later.

"What a pity!" On the wine table, a big beard-faced man sighed softly:

"These choices are only for immortal cultivators. I wait for the martial artist, and even the most inferior immortal faction has no choice."

"If you join the court, you can still have a chance. Especially the king of Zhennan is eclectic, and he has a chance to become a true immortal cultivator under his command."

"What." Mo Qiu looked up:

"Brother Han intends to follow the King of Zhennan to suppress the three barbarians?"

"Hey!" The big man moved his hands for a while, sighed, and said:

"Brother Mo, I'm nearly forty years old, but the acupuncture point is only halfway through. It seems hopeless."

"It's you, but you can stay for a few more years."

"A few more years?" Mo Qiu frowned, his voice a little helpless:

"All medicines that can help open the acupoints are expensive. I'm afraid it won't last for a few years."

And if there is no pill, within ten years, he is not sure that he will be able to achieve all kinds of skills and consummation innately.

Not to mention, there is still a human gap between transforming innate true qi into mana, and there are very few who can achieve it.

"There is no way." The big man spread his hands:

"Tongqiao Pill is something that can improve the human body's roots and bones. The elixir used is extremely rare. Immortal cultivators also need it for cultivation. It can be described as an overkill for them to refine the Tongqiao Pill."

"The price is naturally not cheap."

He took a sip of his drink, suddenly smiled weirdly, and said:

"Actually, you can choose another way."

"Brother Han is saying that as someone else's Taoist soldier, join the Cultivation School?" Mo Qiu laughed at himself:

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but here I want to be a cultivator Taoist soldier, I don't know how many, where will Momou be on?"

Those cultivators who can worship the immortal faction are all talented, and there are countless people who want to be their Taoist soldiers.

Even some aristocratic families are willing to spend huge sums of money just to let their disciples join the immortal faction as a Taoist soldier.

Don't ask to be alone, how can you beat them?

"No, no." The big man shook his head and said:

"You forgot, a fairy came to the door a few days ago. As long as you speak, this will happen."

Don't ask for a cold face.

He felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

As the big man said, that fairy is not too old, he is already practicing Qi in the seventh level, and the chance to worship the fairy faction is not small.

It's just that the technique she practices is the combination of yin and yang, which requires the help of men's Yuanyang cultivation.

Mo Qiu was born, but still a boy, and Yuan Yang was not lost, and he somehow attracted the attention of the other party.

She even promised that if she gave her the boy's body that had been in existence for thirty years, she would get the status of a Taoist soldier.

Not to mention that losing Yuanyang will affect future practice, but the attitude of the other party is unpredictable and can't stand it.

It's not that the woman is ugly.

In fact, the other party is not only not ugly, but extremely beautiful, has a wonderful figure, and is proficient in the art of bewitching.

only……

"Don't mention it!" Shaking his head, he raised his glass:

"Since Brother Han has made a decision, Mo Mou will take this cup and wish Brother Han a smooth journey."

"Thanks!"

The big man nodded ~lightnovelpub.net~ toasted and drank:

"By the way, I heard that you rejected Prince Ann's solicitation?"

"Um."

"This is not a good choice."

"It's just that I don't like what the court did, and I don't want to be a thug."

"let it go!"

The two talked for a while, stood up and said goodbye with fists.

Do not ask to walk on the long street, see the pedestrians rushing around, whether they are cultivators or warriors, all racking their brains to find their future, can't help but smile, and then sigh lightly.

Isn't it one of them?

Back to his residence, he took out the Yan Shiling on his body and stroked it gently.

Fortunately, there is a turning point.