The one who was surrounded by this circle of people staring at him was the same Li Yun as the barefoot man.

Li Yun thought about skills, but unfortunately he was distracted too much, and he was full of rotten hearts, which was not conducive to his practice. When he was young, Cheng Qianqian encouraged him for a while. Later, he got mixed up with Yan Zhengming, so he concentrated on messing with him. Those who are messed up and left, have been mediocre in their cultivation over the years, and those who are not up and down have been stuck on the threshold of Yuanshen's success for more than ten years without making any progress, and they don't know if they are in a hurry.

The puddle hung over his head, the hair all over his body exploded, and he yelled at the young boy in the carriage: "Who is a bird? I think you are the bird with the sharp-billed monkey cheeks! Even if the aunt is really a bird, it is someone else. It's shameless to bring you so many fathers to rob you!"

The young man in the carriage didn't seem to have a good temper, but it was obvious that he really regarded the puddle as a rude bird. After being scolded like this, he didn't have the same knowledge as her. Instead, he thought it was very interesting and smiled at Li Yun said: "I think this fellow Taoist is going through the pill path, right? I heard that the pill path is the most important thing to focus on, and it can't be disturbed at all. Wouldn't you be noisy with it? Besides, the pill path is not easy, so throw it into the pill path. The herbs in the furnace are all real gold and silver resources, this fellow Daoist... tsk, he is often shy."

Although Li Yun has a genuine little white face, he is a bit sloppy, especially since he has been wandering in the countryside of the southern border for a long time, at this time, he has a broken basket on his back, and his trousers are pulled up high, and he does not know where to splash the mud idea. It's a real scumbag indeed.

"I'll give you a golden thousand taels and three powerful amulets," said the dandy in the carriage, "The Vermilion Bird Pagoda is about to open, and many monks have gathered here. If you lack any resources, you can have these three powerful charms in your hands. Enough to trade them for something nice - sell me this bird."

Li Yun didn't say anything after listening to it, and it seemed that he was really moved by the price.

The puddle suddenly became anxious, her two senior brothers were timid and unprincipled, maybe they could really sell her, and suddenly there was a burst of excitement on his head: "You dare! You dare to sell me , Sect Master broke your leg!"

The dandy is different from the dandy, like the senior brother, although he can only be in the nest, he can still reason most of the time.

The one sitting in the carriage was different. Although he could pretend to be pleasant, he actually asked his subordinates to surround Li Yun and the others, ready to grab or buy them.

Li Yun's eyes turned slightly, and he thought to himself that he was troubled.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the chirping puddle bird, and muttered, "Little Junior Sister, how about I sell you first, and then go back and bring rescuers to snatch you back?"

He didn't worry much about the puddle. Although the puddle was not very clever, he knew that the sky was high and the earth was high, and he was very measured - for example, when the senior brother was away, she found that she had no support, so she never took the initiative to provoke others.

The puddle pecked him fiercely, and Li Yun thought with a sullen face: "Take it down, you're not worth a thousand taels of gold... Well, forget it, who made me a senior brother?"

He squeezed the bird's beak in the puddle to prevent her from making a sound, put on a dilemma and said: "This son, your bid is very high, but you have seen me, a little beast, and you have a bad temper. It's hard to support, and if you offend the son... Well, it's a life anyway."

When the young master in Jinyi in the carriage saw that he was sticky and refused to let go, a look of impatience flashed across his face. , will naturally be raised well, you just say whether to sell or not to sell."

His voice fell, but the puddle seemed to see something. She suddenly broke away from Li Yun's hand and rushed out of the crowd.

When a cultivator saw her, he immediately reached out his hand to beat her down, and a streak of true essence had already broken away.

At this moment, the cultivator suddenly felt a burst of horror, and immediately, a sword energy slashed past, and the sword-wielding person seemed to disdain sneak attack, and did not hurt him, only smashed his true energy into pieces. , and then the sword intent dissipated, and the coolness even soaked in the surrounding heat.

Everyone turned around abruptly, only to see two people approaching from a distance, as if they were in front of them in an instant, the two old men who were following the flying carriage abruptly turned serious, crossed the crowd to meet them, and said alertly: " Where are the two Daoists going?"

When the puddle bird couldn't speak, she had the talent of "looking for the most reliable person when something went wrong". I saw that she plunged into Cheng Qian's hands, and took the fierce phase of the shrew who was just scolding the street. Jing, complained aggrievedly: "It was that person who dropped the net for me halfway, causing me to become like this, and now he is still chasing here, surnamed Li, when he saw money, he planned to sell it. And me!"

"Yan San" surnamed Li: "..."

Cheng Qian stretched out his hand and closed the head of the puddle, glanced at the man in the carriage, and then set his eyes on the two old men in front of the carriage.

Just when Li Yun was worried that he was going to make a rude remark, he saw Cheng Qian nodded slightly to the group of people. Although he was not smiling, he was polite.

"Thank you for this fellow Daoist's blue eyes, who likes my little bird," Cheng Qian said slowly, "it's just that she has been around for a long time, and she is psychic, like half of the family, and we don't usually use her as a pet. It is inconvenient to sell, please forgive me."

Yan Zhengming didn't say anything next to him. He glanced at the valuable carriage from top to bottom, and secretly decided to get a few flying horses to support him when he returned to the villa. It's still possible.

Cheng Qian once said, "If you don't get along with people, you will fight hard", but that doesn't mean he is aggressive, he just can't help it.

Now that his cultivation base is enough to roam Kyushu, and with a frost blade in his hand, he has long been fearless, but he is polite when dealing with people. These words are not flattering, nor show arrogance, although the tone is light. , but as he spoke, he always carefully held the broken-billed bird with one palm, showing some reasonable sincerity.

The young man on the carriage looked down at Cheng Qian, frowning and said, "You also came to Vermillion Bird Tower to try your luck?"

Cheng Qian could see at a glance that this person's level was probably still stuck on the hurdle of concentration, and he thought: "Can you handle it?"

But because I didn't want to have extracurricular branches, I still replied: "We plan to go to the southern border, pass this place, and just pass by. If we can take a look at the beauty of the Vermilion Bird Pagoda, it will be an unexpected gain."

Seeing that the young man was so ignorant, one of the old men who followed in front of the car couldn't help but turn his head and whispered a few words to the young man in the car.

But I don't know what the old man said. It's okay if he didn't open his mouth. When he opened his mouth, the voice didn't fall. The young man became anxious first and pointed to the old monk: "What's the use of raising you guys in my family, one or two? Yes, even the wild monks you meet on the road have a lot of scruples - I want that bird!"

The old cultivator is getting old, and he is already a master of the party. How can he not be flattered by others? At this time, he was yelled at in public by a small child, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Yan Zhengming pulled out the puddle where he was enjoying the cool summer treatment in Cheng Qian's hands, and finally felt a little more at ease, so he had time to sigh in a low voice: "It's rare to meet someone who is more jerk than me."

He is so self-aware that no one else can say anything.

After Yan Zhengming finished speaking, he gestured to Li Yun and said, "I said we won't sell it—Junior Brother, let's go."

After he finished speaking, he even ditched Yu Jian, and Zhen Yuan directly turned into a sword shadow, carrying him straight into the sky, revealing his sword intent.

The two Yuanshen old men looked at each other with a look of alertness - there are thousands of sword-wielding cultivators, but not everyone can be called a sword cultivator. A sword cultivator, the soul can be turned into a sharp sword, which can be released outside the body. It can be hard to tell whether it is true or false.

Cultivating the Sword of Primordial Spirit is very difficult. The right time and place are indispensable to people and people. At least a hundred years of work is necessary. This person has such achievements at a young age, and his future is probably limitless.

Sword cultivation is rare in the first place, and most of those who have achieved a little are invincible. In a realm like Yan Zhengming, they are willing to say something to the younger generation. Basically, they are treated with courtesy. The young master was born with two or five eyes, but he actually felt that he was being slighted, and immediately said in anger, "Since you guys don't work, I'll do it myself."

Before the two old men could stop it, a small flag flew out from the young man's sleeve, with colorful incantations on it like a soul-calling banner. don't know where the treasure was obtained, and it seemed that there was no requirement for the activator's cultivation. Involved the surrounding, and created a small world in another day!

Chapter 60

The two hundred and five in the carriage, Yan Zhengming could crush him to death with a single finger. As for the two Yuanshen thugs who were not safe at night, although they seemed to be able to fill the scene, they actually didn't have much to worry about.

The two of them look like they are old. If the cultivation base keeps up with the age, as long as they do not have special hobbies, they usually keep their appearances in the youth or in the prime, such as Gu Daozhu and Beimingjun. Those who are old and degenerate are those who have reached their longevity, but have not been able to go further in their cultivation. For example, Bai Ji, the master of the Westward Palace, generally speaking, these people have been stuck in the same realm for too long, and they have never been able to reach that path. Threshold, most of the skills are like that.

Furthermore, the so-called "primordial spirit cultivator" only refers to the realm. There are thousands of great roads, different paths lead to the same goal, and there are many types of realms. The high realm does not mean that they can fight. Even if he cultivates three primordial spirits in the future, Yan Zhengming can beat him to the ground full of teeth.

This is also the reason why everyone is reluctant to trouble Jianxiu - from the day they entered the Dao, they were born to fight.

Fortunately, Yan Zhengming is not a swordsman in the general sense. Before he became a swordsman, he first got used to being a young master. After he became a swordsman, he was chased and put on the shelves to be the head. Right now, he doesn't want to find some meaningless things. The troubles of the sect, inside and outside the sect... and Cheng Qian, all made him a slap in the face, and he really didn't want to be entangled with these pigs and dogs.