"There are too many people here and it's because we are inside the Three Mountains of Qingshitan, where fighting is prohibited. It's not easy to start. Do you want to kill everyone here?"

Li Qinglin was calculating silently in his heart.

When Zeng Jin saw Li Qinglin, he immediately made hand gestures, stopped his flight, and said anxiously,

"How can you be so reckless as to expose your own cultivation and talent?"

"Quick, come back with me. With me here, no one dares to attack you!"

The cultivator who had originally wanted to join in the fun and see who was so bold as to cause trouble for Li Qinglin, a ruthless man, suddenly lost interest after hearing what he had heard.

It turned out to be a family matter.

Oh, I remember now, Zeng Jin is Zhuang Yanjing's fellow Taoist, and this Han Fei seems to be Zhuang Yanjing's nephew?

That makes sense…

Zeng Jin bowed to the nearby immortal cultivators and said with a smile, "Excuse me, fellow cultivators. I will take the child back right away."

Go back home?

When Li Qinglin heard this, a strange look appeared on his face.

She did not resist and let Zeng Jin pull her away.

…

"This is your Senior Sister Danxia, ​​who is three years older than you."

Zeng Jin's cave is located between high mountains and steep cliffs, hidden in the clouds and mist, and sits on a large area of ​​spiritual fields.

As soon as Zeng Jin emerged from the escape light with Li Qinglin, he pointed at a woman and said with a smile.

"Meet Junior Brother Han."

A clear and melodious female voice came from the spiritual field outside the mansion.

In the fields, Senior Sister Danxia was wearing a tight gauze skirt, carrying a basket of herbs on her back. Turning back, I could see her mountain-like eyebrows and watery eyes, as beautiful as peaches and plums, and with the innocence of a wild elf.

The breeze brought a breath of spring, blowing open the hem of her skirt, revealing her extremely healthy and strong legs.

Under the thin gauze skirt, the alluring outline is faintly visible.

Li Qinglin was stunned when he saw this.

This development... could it be another beauty trap?

As expected.

Zeng Jin said with a smile, "Junior Brother Han Fei, do you want a Taoist companion? As long as you open your mouth..."

Without waiting for Li Qinglin to answer.

Senior Sister Danxia seemed to have received Zeng Jin's signal a long time ago. Her eyes sparkled and she took the initiative to stretch out an arm as soft as a lotus root, as if to hold Li Qinglin's hand.

The faint fragrance of grass and trees, natural and timeless, coming from Senior Sister Danxia in front of me, makes me think a lot.

Li Qinglin seemed a little embarrassed and took a step back, avoiding Senior Sister Danxia's hand.

Li Qinglin coughed, "Master Zeng Jin is still here."

Upon hearing this, Senior Sister Danxia rolled her eyes at Li Qinglin, and the silent spring scenery was in the autumn pool.

Seeing the two people's little movements, Zeng Jin laughed and turned to Li Qinglin and said, "By the way, Junior Brother Han, I heard that you have a unique skill that can grow mutant spiritual plants in batches. I wonder if you can tell Uncle Junior a thing or two?"

"I don't have any other intentions. I have been working hard on spiritual cultivation for decades and am eager to seek the truth. I hope that Junior Brother Han can fulfill Junior Brother's wish..."

Li Qinglin was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then suddenly said, "Excuse me, Senior Zeng, is there anyone else in your cave?"

Zeng Jin heard this and mistakenly thought that Li Qinglin felt that the Dharma should not be passed on easily and did not want it to fall into the ears of others, so he immediately replied,

"No, it's just me and your Senior Sister Danxia."

"Are there any other practitioners within a few dozen miles?"

"No, I found this dangerous place in the mountains to prevent the elixir from being stolen."

"The Bone-Eroding Soul-Separating Dust that Senior Sister Danxia secretly planted was made by grinding the Soul-Separating Grass?"

“Yes… huh?!”

Zeng Jin's face suddenly froze, and he looked at the young man in front of him with doubt and uncertainty, and said in a bad tone,

If you hand over your unique skills, we will naturally have a deep relationship as master and disciple, and it will be good for you and me!"

It's really...

The Soul-Separation Grass is a rare, top-grade spiritual plant. Even Li Qinglin has never been able to obtain it.

This time, there was an unexpected surprise.

Li Qinglin was very satisfied after getting the answer he wanted.

Seeing Li Qinglin remained silent, Zeng Jin snorted coldly, confident of victory, and suddenly released the ban, fully activating the first-grade superior 'Absolute Spirit Formation'.

Whoosh!

Instantly, a layer of grey barrier enveloped the entire cave, causing the spiritual energy to become disordered and the breath to surge, completely cutting off contact with the outside world.

"Now that I've spoken out, I won't hide it anymore!"

"Hand over your unique skills immediately, and I will spare your life!"

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"Don't think that I can't do anything to you just because you have the Red Subduing Flowing Talisman! In the Absolute Spirit Formation, it takes at least three breaths for you to cast the Red Subduing Flowing Talisman. You can see which is faster, my spell or your talisman!"

Having said that, Zeng Jin did not stop moving. He slapped his storage bag, and under the activation of his magic power, a ray of precious light shot out and turned into a black jade sword, flashing a dangerous black light.

Senior Sister Danxia showed an indifferent look on her face, but she suddenly tore off her clothes. Ignoring the large area of ​​white, she tore them to both sides and directly opened her chest!

Exposing underneath were eight cold, metallic-looking Vulcan cannon barrels.

Layer upon layer of talismans and inscriptions outline complex patterns.

The pungent smell of sulfur hits me in the face.

It turned out that this Senior Sister Danxia was a fighting puppet! At this moment, Li Qinglin was facing an eighth-level cultivator who had practiced Qi for many years, a puppet with combat power comparable to that of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training, and was suppressed by the Absolute Spirit Formation.

But Li Qinglin was not as panicked as expected. He looked up and vaguely saw a single moon in the night sky. He said slowly, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened.

Hiss! The air was scorching, smoke was rising, and a human-shaped flame a foot high suddenly appeared in Zeng Jin's eyes.

Click, click!

Before he could react, a crackling sound rang in his ears.

Then the fighting puppet suddenly froze and did not move.

The eight fire tubes on his chest disappeared, leaving only green smoke.

Zeng Jin looked into the distance, staring in amazement at a monster standing there that was nearly two meters tall, with muscles coiled like a dragon and latissimus dorsi torn as if it was about to grow hidden wings.

The Fire God's Pipe, which was comparable to a top-grade magic weapon of the first grade, was like a clay toy in his hands, and was squeezed into a metal ball by him.

"You are...what kind of monster? Wu, a warrior?"

"Where's the Bone-Eroding Soul-Separating Dust? How is it possible that you haven't been poisoned?"

Zeng Jin's panicked voice came.

Li Qinglin slowly turned around and gently opened his mouth, and a unique, faint fragrance of grass and trees slowly flew out.

The next moment, it was completely burned by the high temperature of his blood.

Before Li Qinglin, he was naturally poisoned.

But his kidney gates are open, sealing the source of his essence. Unless it is a strange poison that can kill a cultivator in the middle or late stage of foundation building, other poisons cannot hurt him.

You just need to use his transformation to restore your martial arts skills, and all the toxins will be expelled!

“Go to hell!!”

A bad premonition arose in my heart.

Although Zeng Jin was a little flustered, his eyes were cold and murderous on his face.

Sniff——

An afterimage shrouded in black mist cut through the air like lightning. With the blessing of the Absolute Spirit Formation, the power it exuded was so great that even those who had reached the perfection of Qi training were unwilling to face it.

(End of this chapter)