Chapter 102 Can I serve Uncle Yan?
"Whoops!"
As a sharp sound broke through the air, a blue-purple spiritual sword condensed in front of him.
Above the spiritual sword, strong winds surged and thunder wrapped around it.
“I don’t know how powerful it is!”
Looking at the spiritual sword suspended in front of him, formed by the condensed sword skills of Feng Lei Ning, Yan Yun couldn't help but look at the mountain peak dozens of feet away.
"Go!"
Yan Yun waved his right hand lightly, and the Wind and Thunder Spirit Sword instantly cut through the air, like a purple dragon.
He quickly galloped towards the mountain peak.
The spirit sword was extremely fast. As soon as Fang disappeared in front of him, a huge roar could be heard in the distance.
When Yan Yun looked up again, he saw that the huge mountain peak in the distance had disappeared out of thin air.
It's like it never appeared.
"Is it so powerful?"
Yan Yun's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "The power of this spiritual sword alone is enough to rival the peak cultivation level in the late stage of pill formation!"
"If you can practice this magic to perfection, or find a magic sword that can withstand it!"
"It's a single blow to kill the late-stage pill-forming monks!"
"If you have reached great success in cultivation and have the magic weapon Flying Sword, even the monks in the false infant stage may not be able to take on this move!"
A hint of joy flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, but he was quite satisfied with the power of this spell.
At the same time, a familiar bird song suddenly came from the distance.
A green shadow rushed from a distance.
"Double-headed phoenix!"
Yan Yun frowned slightly and whispered: "I just sent Wang Ning back, why did she come back again!"
A trace of confusion flashed through his heart, and Yan Yun rose into the sky.
"Uncle Yan!"
Zi Ling's face was as white as snow, and she quickly threw herself into Yan Yun's arms. Holding a purple safety lock in her right hand, she kept saying, "Mother is in danger, let me come find you!"
"In danger?"
Yan Yun's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
According to the plot, Mrs. Wang was killed several months after she obtained the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo.
At that time, Zi Ling's cultivation had also reached the middle stage of foundation building.
There are still about twenty years left.
"Is it because of my appearance that Mrs. Wang was killed in advance?"
Thinking about this, Yan Yun couldn't help but ask: "Where is Master Wang now?"
"Just a hundred miles southeast!"
With the purple gold lock, Zi Ling can detect the location of her mother.
Yan Yun nodded slightly, stretched out his right hand, directly hugged Zi Ling's slender waist, and hugged her into his arms.
"Whoops!"
Lines of blue-purple spiritual power wrapped around the body, and Wind and Thunder was used.
The entire body turned directly into a blue-purple arc of light, and instantly fled towards the distance.
The distance is hundreds of miles, and even an ordinary alchemy monk would need a cup of tea to get there.
As for Yan Yun, who used Wind and Thunder Escape, it took only half a cup of tea to fly there.
Feeling the strong wind whistling next to her ears, the huge rumbling sound made Zi Ling, who was already panicking, tremble.
The originally rosy face was now even more pale.
His little head was directly pressed against Yan Yun's chest, his red lips moved slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Uncle Yan, will my mother be okay?"
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Zi Ling in his arms, and smiled slightly: "I'm here!"
These three short words fell into Zi Ling's heart, but made her feel extremely at ease.
"Yeah!"
Zi Ling nodded nervously and hugged Yan Yun tightly with both hands.
……
"In my opinion, the time is almost up!"
Seeing that the defensive light shield outside the spirit boat will shatter at any time.
Fu Yun frowned slightly, couldn't help but look at Zhao Zheng beside him, and said: "If we wait any longer, there may be casualties in the Miaoyin Sect!"
"What do you know?"
Zhao Zheng snorted coldly, looked at Fu Yun, and said: "How can we be taken seriously before he falls into despair!"
"If we can take down that naughty hoof, maybe we can even take down the Miaoyin Sect directly!"
Having said this, a wretched smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Boom!"
Along with a huge roar, the formation light curtain guarding the Miaoyin Spirit Boat shattered.
Thick black fog poured in.
"Form up!"
Master Wang's expression changed slightly, and then he opened his mouth slightly, and a green wooden dragon tablet flew out of his mouth.
It turned into a stream of emerald green light and fled towards the bald man in the black mist.
Sect Leader Wang naturally knew that to capture the thief first, he would capture the king first, as long as he could deal with this pill-forming monk.
The female cultivator from the Miaoyin Sect behind her will not be in danger.
And as Master Wang flew out, the female cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage gathered around in groups and began to use magic techniques.
Pink fairy shadows appeared above the head, twisting their waists and dancing.
As soon as the evil mist approaches.
Then wisps of pink peach blossoms were seen pouring out of the fairy's body, intertwined with the evil mist.
There was a harsh buzzing sound.
As the evil mist and pink peach blossoms continued to collide, the bodies of these Miaoyin Sect female cultivators trembled from time to time.
Obviously, in order to resist these evil fogs, it takes a lot of effort for these female cultivators.
And just when these female cultivators from the Miaoyin Sect were struggling to resist the pitch-black evil mist.
Sect Leader Wang, who was in mid-air, was already facing off against the bald man.
A dark jade-colored skull was suspended in front of the strong man.
As the spiritual power poured in, the skull continued to breathe black evil energy.
Different from the evil mist around him, the evil energy condensed by this pill-forming monk was as black as ink, almost solid.
Like pieces of black clay, they poured towards Master Wang.
On the wooden dragon stele, emerald green spiritual mist continuously gushes out, resisting the erosion of the ink mist.
The Wooden Dragon Monument is not a magic weapon to deal with the enemy. It is good at escape techniques and body shield light.
Most of the disciples of the Miaoyin Sect behind him were in the foundation-building stage, and there was even Fan Zuoji.
Unless absolutely necessary, Master Wang would not leave everyone behind and leave alone.
"Hey!"
Looking at the struggling Sect Master Wang, the bald man sneered: "I never thought that Sect Master Wang would still be so beautiful after giving birth!"
"As long as you have fun with me for one night, I will let these disciples go!"
Hearing this, Master Wang's expression changed and he angrily shouted: "Seeking death!"
With a light wave of his right hand, several intermediate talismans came out.
The surging spiritual power continued to pour into the talisman.
"Boom!"
The talisman exploded in response, turning into huge blazing fireballs that streaked across the sky.
It quickly burned the evil mist, making bursts of stinging sounds.
Looking at the scene in front of him, the bald man snorted coldly: "If you don't drink a toast, you will be punished with a drink!"
After saying this, his right hand slapped heavily on the jade-colored skull.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
Following a shrill and sinister smile, a skull was seen growing in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, it is three feet in size.
There was even more black mist hovering above it, swaying constantly.
Two green flames flew out of the skull's eye sockets.
Those two flames seemed to have the power to devour souls.
After a brief glance, Master Wang felt his soul tremble, as if he was about to fly out unconsciously.
"Now is the best time!"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao Zheng, who was not far away, looked happy and exhaled softly.
The two flew out of the sky and turned into two phantoms, flying towards the direction of Master Wang.
He didn't wait for the two of them to get closer.
A purple-green spiritual sword flashed past.
The bald man who had the upper hand just now disappeared in an instant.
It was as if it was wiped away out of thin air by an invisible hand.
The two of them were stunned for a moment before they realized it.
A man in white came galloping from a distance.
There was also a girl in his arms.
"Don't be afraid."
Yan Yun gently patted Zi Ling in his arms and said with a smile: "Ning'er, it's okay!"
The trembling Zi Ling slowly raised her head and looked at Sect Master Wang not far away.
A hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he said in surprise: "Mother!"
"Master Wang, let me go and deal with the remaining people!"
Yan Yun glanced at the dozens of black-clothed monks in the foundation building stage not far away.
With a light wave of his right hand, densely packed golden gold-eating insects flew out of the storage bag in an instant.
Hundreds of fist-sized gold-eating insects were overwhelming, like a silver arc of light.
The gold-eating insects that have passed through Yanyun's blood sacrifice are extremely powerful, and are more than enough to deal with these foundation-building monks.
"These two people!"
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Zheng and Fu Yun hundreds of feet away. "Whether you are with these people or not, you don't have any good intentions here!"
Thinking of this, Yan Yun's whole body was instantly enveloped in raging winds and furious thunder.
After using the Wind and Thunder Escape, it turned directly into a blue-purple shadow and fled towards the two of them.
"Damn it!"
The duck he got suddenly flew away, and Zhao Zheng was extremely angry.
But feeling Yan Yun's mid-stage pill-forming cultivation level radiating from his body, he didn't dare to delay at all and turned around and ran away.
Looking at Zhao Zheng who turned around and ran away, Yan Yun knew that these two people were closely related to the group of people who intercepted and killed Master Wang.
"Destroy them all!"
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and quickly made a decision.
But Fu Yun's reaction was a little slower, and he fell in front of Yan Yun.
A huge blue-purple thunder blade appeared out of thin air, as if it was about to completely tear the space apart.
There was a harsh buzzing sound.
The powerful storm and thunder seemed to shatter it completely.
Fu Yun's eyes narrowed, his mouth opened slightly, and a small purple cauldron flew out.
The small tripod thrived in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it grew to a size of three feet.
The purple cauldron kept pouring out dark purple arcs of light, like a sharp sword, stabbing towards Yan Yun.
It's a pity that he underestimated Thunder Blade.
"Boom!"
The thunder blade shattered the purple arc light in an instant, and its power was not reduced. It passed through the purple arc light and landed heavily on the purple magic weapon cauldron.
The powerful impact directly blew the small tripod away.
Seeing that his magic weapon couldn't even block a random spell, Fu Yun, no matter how stupid he was, knew that he couldn't be his opponent.
Bite the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood.
In an instant, his white face turned dark purple.
Purple light surged within his body, his escape skills increased greatly, and he quickly escaped into the distance.
Yan Yun's expression remained unchanged as Feng Lei Dun galloped past.
It only took one breath to catch up.
A green-purple wind and thunder bead suddenly appeared in front of Fu Yun, who looked at the wind and thunder bead that burst out with the power of surging thunder.
His complexion changed instantly.
It's a pity that Fu Yun can no longer dodge at this time.
He could only watch helplessly as blue-purple wind blades flew out from it.
It was cut into pieces in an instant, and bright red blood continued to drip from the air.
Yan Yun had no expression on his face, glanced at Zhao Zheng who had already flown ten miles away, and sneered: "Want to run?"
Waves of turbulent winds wrapped around him in an instant.
Purple thunder appeared on the body out of thin air, as if it was splitting space.
"Whoops!"
Like a thunder in the clear sky, Yan Yun disappeared instantly, and a blue-purple stream of light streaked across the sky.
"Elder Yan has actually broken through to the middle stage of pill formation!"
Since Yan Yun had only broken through a few days ago, Master Wang didn't know that Yan Yun was already in the middle stage of elixir formation.
Now seeing Yan Yun casually kill the early stage monks of the Dan Formation, his eyes widened and his eyes were full of shock.
"If Ning'er can worship Elder Yan!"
Sect Master Wang's eyes flickered as he looked at Yan Yun who was standing on tiptoe in front of him, looking at the man chasing him in the distance.
His big eyes were full of dazzling light.
"Ning'er, do you want to join Elder Yan and become his disciple?"
Sect Master Wang's red lips slightly opened and he asked.
Wang Ning was stunned for a moment, scratched her head, and asked: "After becoming Uncle Yan's disciple, can I always stay by Uncle Yan's side?"
"That's natural!"
Master Wang nodded and said with a smile: "Elder Yan will teach you the skills."
Zi Ling's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she couldn't help but murmured: "You can also serve him under Uncle Yan's seat!"
"Uh!"
Although I don’t know why my daughter serves Yan Yun so stubbornly, she has her own intentions and she also has her own ideas.
It just so happened that this five-thousand-year-old spiritual tree could be used to allow Elder Yan to accept Ning'er as his disciple.
But when he thought about Yan Yun's rescue, he owed him a favor.
Sect Leader Wang couldn't help but feel dizzy.
"It seems that a spiritual tree alone is not enough to become a disciple!"
Master Wang sighed softly, but soon a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "No matter what, no matter how much it costs, I will let Elder Yan accept Ning'er as his disciple!"
And at the same time.
Yan Yun had already chased Zhao Zheng a hundred feet away.
A wind and thunder spirit sword had already condensed in front of him, and dazzling blue-purple light continued to burst out from it.
"Boom!"
It was even mixed with roaring sounds.
Hearing the roar behind him, Zhao Zheng quickly turned his head and looked around.
The moment he saw the Wind and Thunder Spirit Sword, his eyes widened.
In particular, he saw a monk who was in the early stage of forming pills and was directly wiped away by this spiritual sword.
Now that he saw the spirit sword condensed and formed again, he quickly patted the storage bag.
He continued to take out talismans one after another, turning into extremely strong spiritual shields that shrouded behind him.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Yun had no expression on his face.
Unless this person can take out a mid-level defensive magic weapon, no matter how many defensive talismans he takes out.
It is also unable to resist the Wind and Thunder Spirit Sword.
"Whoops!"
With a fierce roar, the Wind and Thunder Spirit Sword disappeared from the spot instantly.
And when he appeared again, he was already in front of Zhao Zheng.
He watched helplessly as the layers of defensive light curtains were shattered out of thin air.
What followed was a heartbreaking pain that made it difficult to speak.
Looking at Zhao Zheng disappearing in the air with the wind, Yan Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and waved his sleeves lightly.
Put the storage bag on his waist directly into his arms.
After breaking through the middle stage of pill formation, there is really no pressure to deal with these monks in the early stage of pill formation.
"But I can't be arrogant. My current cultivation level can be invincible at most during the pill formation stage!"
"But if we meet a Nascent Soul monk who is good at escape, I'm afraid there is only one way to die!"
Yan Yun shook his head slightly, turned around and turned into a shadow, flying towards Master Wang.
And as Yan Yun flew to the Miaoyin Shenzhou, hundreds of blood-stained gold-eating insects were densely packed, like a galaxy.
Escaped into the spirit beast bag.
Yan Yun glanced at the Miaoyin Sect disciples present. Except for a few unlucky ones who died tragically on the spot, the rest were safe and sound.
"Master Wang!"
Yan Yun cupped his hands towards Master Wang and said calmly: "Everything has been solved!"
"Elder Yan, your cultivation!"
Master Wang's eyes narrowed, he pointed at Yan Yun, and couldn't help but said: "Has a breakthrough been achieved?"
"It's good luck, it's just a lucky break!"
Yan Yun was very humble and said with a faint smile: "I don't know why Master Wang is on this trip. Why is he being targeted by these three alchemy monks?"
"It's a long story!"
Sect Master Wang sighed softly and brushed the storage bag with his right hand.
A huge ancient tree nearly ten feet tall appeared in front of him out of thin air.
"This is the five-thousand-year-old Haoyang Thunder Wood. I heard before that Elder Yan needs a Lightning Strike Spirit Wood to make a magic weapon!"
"I specially spent a lot of money to purchase it. I hope Elder Yan will not refuse!"
Master Wang saluted Yan Yun and smiled: "Thank you to Elder Yan for saving your life!"
Looking at this huge spiritual tree, Yan Yun's eyes narrowed.
Five thousand years of Haoyang thunderwood, used to make the magical flying sword, although it is not as good as the green bamboo bee cloud sword, it is still a good magic weapon material.
This is enough to make a magic weapon flying sword transition.
"I am the elder of the Miaoyin Sect, and the sect leader was attacked."
Yan Yun smiled slightly and replied calmly: "I should help you. With such kindness, I don't know what important things the sect master needs to do?"
Yan Yun knew from a casual glance that Master Wang was so coquettish that he wanted to ask for something.
A hint of joy flashed in Master Wang's eyes, and he quickly pushed Wang Ning next to him in front of Yan Yun: "I wonder if Elder Yan can accept the little girl as his disciple?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand gently patted Wang Ning's shoulder.
With a "pop", Wang Ning fell to her knees directly, her big eyes looking particularly confused.
Yan Yun frowned slightly, glanced at Sect Master Wang, and said: "I know Sect Master's intention, but it is impossible to accept disciples!"
"I have no intention of accepting a disciple, but I have grown up watching Ning'er. I will not stand by and watch anything happen in the future!"
Hearing this, Sect Master Wang sighed softly and heard the firmness in Yan Yun's words.
"In that case, it's only natural that I'm talking about this!!"
Sect Leader Wang pointed to the Haoyang Thunder Wood beside him and said, "Please Elder Yan, please accept this spiritual wood!"
Yan Yun nodded slightly, looked at the spirit tree in front of him, waved his sleeves, and put it directly into the storage bag.
"Then Yan will be disrespectful!"
Zi Ling Weiwei couldn't help but panic, and couldn't help but said: "Then can Ning'er still serve Uncle Yan?"
Hearing this, Yan Yun was stunned. He had not trained Zi Ling. How could she say this?
Yan Yun couldn't help but feel panicked and looked at Master Wang.
Nachengxiang Wang Sect Master smiled, patted Zi Ling's head gently, and said: "That's natural, as long as your Uncle Yan doesn't dislike you, you can serve him!"
20 days a day!
(End of chapter)