Chapter 219 The Awakening of the Power of Technology in Cultivation 08
Zhao Shenlin is now at the great perfection of the foundation building stage, and is considered a top expert in this secret realm.
The female cultivator who was traveling with him was wearing a goose yellow dress, leaning against him, and the two looked very intimate.
Zhao Shenlin was also stunned when he unexpectedly bumped into Jiang Lan.
He subconsciously stepped aside and kept a certain distance from the woman next to him.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, long time no see, how are you?"
Zhao Shenlin politely greeted Jiang Lan, and he really looked like a gentleman.
Haha, I don't know who that little bastard who was talking nonsense before was, and what was he pretending to be.
"Brother, who is this?"
Zhao Furuo looked at Jiang Lan defensively, and just grabbed the corner of Zhao Shenlin's clothes.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, I have kept all the communication talismans you sent me in the past."
Jiang Lan smiled and took out a stack of communication talismans, "Why? You turned your face and didn't recognize me in a blink of an eye?"
Zhao Shenlin's face froze, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Zhao Furuo became nervous in an instant, "What are you talking about? When did my brother send you a communication talisman? Who are you?"
"Who am I? Haha, I am a direct disciple of Lieyang Zhenjun of Changheng Sword Sect, a genius with a single fire spirit root."
Jiang Lan is not a person who likes to show off, but she likes to poke other people's lungs.
Poke wherever it hurts, professionally piercing the heart.
Zhao Furuo had poor qualifications, and what he hated most in his life were those cultivators with good qualifications, especially those female cultivators who were both qualified and beautiful.
Seeing his beloved in tears, Zhao Shenlin felt distressed.
"Enough, Jiang Lan, why are you being so aggressive!"
"Who do you think you are? Is it your turn to speak?" Jiang Lan rolled his eyes at him, "You are over 100 years old and still in the foundation-building stage. You will die in a few years."
"You are too much. Today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Changheng Sword Sect!"
Zhao Shenlin's weapon is a fan, which is a top-grade spiritual weapon made of top-grade fine iron and added with soul-sucking wood, which has the effect of confusing the soul.
There are no fancy moves in fighting.
Jiang Lan picked up the sword in her hand and went forward. She also wanted to try the fighting method of the cultivation world.
Zhao Shenlin's impression of Jiang Lan was still stuck in many years ago. He didn't expect that after hundreds of rounds of fighting, she was not at a disadvantage, and even became more and more courageous.
The difference in realm and cultivation between cultivators is almost an insurmountable gap.
Those who can advance to the advanced level are almost all elites in the same class.
Zhao Shenlin became more and more shocked as the fight went on. Jiang Lan's progress was too great. Could this be the terrifying thing about cultivators with only one spiritual root?
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He originally just wanted to teach the opponent a lesson, but now he was planning to kill him.
Zhao Shenlin pressed the mechanism in the fan, and after the fan danced, several poisonous needles flew out instantly.
Jiang Lan had long anticipated his shamelessness, and turned on the mechanism on the spirit sword, turned his hand back, and used the spirit sword to pick up his fan.
She was not afraid of poisonous needles at all, and she made a sword flower, and then hit Zhao Furuo next to her.
Seeing that Zhao Furuo was about to be stabbed by the poisonous needles, Zhao Shenlin quickly flew over and took her away from the spot.
Zhao Furuo, who was still in shock, hid in his arms, trembling, and tears could not stop falling.
"Jiang Lan, you are really vicious, you almost killed Ruoruo!"
"You are good at playing double standards, how can you be so shameless when you are being vicious yourself?"
Jiang Lan didn't give them time, and stabbed them with a sword.
Zhao Furuo is obviously Zhao Shenlin's weakness, isn't this the best way to take advantage of it?
Jiang Lan doesn't care about martial ethics when it comes to scumbags, she will hit them wherever their weaknesses are.
To put it bluntly, she chased Zhao Furuo and beat him without mercy.
Zhao Shenlin soon became exhausted with a burden, and he kept dodging Jiang Lan's sword, but his speed was getting slower and slower.
Jiang Lan teased them at first, and when they relaxed, he stabbed them directly with a sword.
Seeing that the sword was about to fall on him, Zhao Furuo pulled Zhao Shenlin and pushed him forward.
Zhao Shenlin could have dodged it, but Zhao Furuo's action caught him off guard and he directly bumped into the tip of Jiang Lan's sword.
His shoulder was pierced through and bleeding immediately.
"Brother, how are you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Zhao Furuo rushed over and wanted to check his injuries.
Still talking about love at this time, love-brained people really die quickly.
Jiang Lan drew out his sword and swung it towards them again.
"Ruoruo, run!"
Zhao Shenlin was somewhat friendly and wanted to let Zhao Furuo run first at this time.
But Jiang Lan was not stupid either, and he was going to chop Zhao Furuo.
When Jiang Lan's sword tip was 0.1 cm away from Zhao Furuo's head, a burst of white light suddenly emanated from her body, and then Jiang Lan was bounced back.
The sword energy corroded, and Jiang Lan spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Very good, it seems that you two dogs and bitches still have some cards to play. I have practiced enough, and now let's end it all."
Jiang Lan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took out the spiritual energy cannon.
The fighting method of the cultivators is indeed more dangerous, and you will be hit if you are not careful.
"My father is the leader of the Refining Weapon Sect, you can't kill me!"
Zhao Furuo secretly pinched a Thousand Miles Escape Talisman and grabbed Zhao Shenlin's hand.
"Bang!" Jiang Lan fired a cannon at the two people, but unfortunately the cannon missed and the two people disappeared instantly.
After all, they were second-generation cultivators, so they still had some life-saving talismans on them.
"Ah..." Jiang Lan patted his head, "I shouldn't have said that nonsense at that time."
The villain dies because he talks too much. This sentence is indeed an iron rule. It is too much to talk too much.
[Interstellar weapons are indeed more handsome. This person is fighting each other. It is too slow. ]
[The host uses weapons, can't he kill everyone? ]
Jiang Lan: You think too much, my friends. The power of the great power above the Yuanying is beyond your imagination. If a low-level disciple provokes a high-level monk, it is to seek death.
It is because this world is too powerful that Jiang Lan can make interstellar weapons without disturbing the heaven of the plane.
If he makes a cannon in the modern plane, it is estimated that he will be forced to leave after this cannon is fired.
Let Zhao the scumbag run away, Jiang Lan is not in a hurry.
Anyway, what cultivators lack the least is time, and there is a long time to come, so she is not afraid at all.
Jiang Lan was walking with a sword in hand, and suddenly heard a cry for help from the woods ahead.
"Help, help, someone come and save me!" The voice sounded like a female cultivator.
In the secret realm, Jiang Lan would not trust anyone.
Although she claimed to be a "friend of women", she did not have the slightest sympathy at this time.
Jiang Lan was indeed calm enough, but there were also many passionate and kind-hearted young cultivators in the world of cultivation.
Seeing the woman hanging pitifully on the spider web, struggling for help.
Several sword cultivators in black robes rushed up without thinking and rescued the person.
"Girl, are you okay?"
"Thank you, I'm fine."
"That's good...ah..."
Before they could react, they found themselves nailed to the spot, unable to move, and their legs were entangled by vines.