Chapter 177
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Gongsun Ruoxi's beautiful eyes flashed a light, looked at Zhong Wu Shiyao, and said, "who is he, younger martial sister Zhong Wu?"
Murong Taoist suddenly looked back, "Shiyao, do you know this person?"
Can Zhong wushiyao recognize Tan Yun? Of course!
You know, when Tan Yun was seriously injured in murongkun's pursuit in the meteor God Canyon, Zhong wushiyao rescued Tan Yun and took care of the unconscious Tan Yun in the cave for several days. He also undressed and wiped his body. Zhong wushiyao knew every part of Tan Yun's body like the back of his hand.
At the moment, Tan Yun just covered his face. Zhong Wushi Yao can see that it is Tan Yun from the expression and outline of the figure drawn by Lingli.
What convinced her more was that she knew that Tan Yun had a millet like mole on his neck. On the neck of the man drawn by Gongsun Ruoxi, there is also a mole with the same part.
Therefore, Zhong wushiyao is convinced that it is Tan Yun.
Similarly, although Zhong wushiyao didn't know Tan Yun's former identity, she vaguely guessed that Tan Yun was unusual from the jiutianxuan sword formula given to her by Tan Yun.
Now I know that Tan Yun has never learned the art of refining utensils, but he can convince Gongsun Ruoxi about his attainments in refining utensils. She is more convinced of her guess that Tan Yun is not an ordinary person.
At the moment, facing the inquiry of Murong Taoist priest and Gongsun Ruoxi, Zhong wushiyao realized that Tan Yun didn't want others to know it was him, so he covered his face with soil.
Zhong wushiyao's face changed slightly and said apologetically, "master, I've seen several senior brothers who are somewhat similar to this person in body shape these days. Now when I look carefully, I don't feel very similar."
The Murong Taoist priest was disappointed and sighed, "there are too many people like him just by appearance."
Then, she looked at Gongsun Ruoxi and said earnestly: "these days, you have to walk around with other elders of Qimai. You must find out which elder of Qimai is my disciple."
"I understand, I'm leaving." Gongsun Ruoxi, turning her delicate body, was about to leave when the voice of Murong Taoist's expectation came from behind her ears,
"As a teacher, I hope you can be promoted to the lower level master before the weapon refining competition of the three ancient sects. At the same time, don't fall behind in cultivation. As a teacher, I hope you can defeat the heroes in the nine pulse competition of the inner gate and get a place to enter the eternal land."
Gongsun Ruoxi turned around and was heroic. "Don't worry, master. I won't let you down!"
Murong Taoist smiled and said, "well, go. If you have news about this person, remember to inform your teacher. Of course, you can also draw a portrait of this person and send me an order to ask all elders of Qimai to help you find this person."
"In addition, you can share the experience of refining tools with Shiyao when you have time."
"I understand. I'm leaving." when Gongsun Ruoxi turned around, Yu Guang glanced at Zhong wushiyao. No one found a trace of indifference in her eyes.
After Gongsun Ruoxi left, Zhong wushiyao looked at Murong Taoist, looking like he wanted to talk and stop.
"What's the matter?" Murong asked.
"Disciple... I want to visit some friends." Zhong wushiyao whispered.
Murong Taoist looked solemn and stern, "Shiyao, you are the only closed disciple of the teacher. The teacher has high hopes for you."
"Before the game of weapon refining among the three ancient sects, I will try my best to cultivate your weapon refining. In the rest of the time, you have to practice and strive to shine in the nine pulse competition."
"Shiyao, for our friars, two years are just a flash. During this period, you don't see anyone. It's just latent cultivation!"
Hearing the speech, Zhong Wushi missed her deeply in her beautiful eyes, so she focused on the key point, "I remember my master's instruction and listen to your master."
"Well, this is a good disciple for the teacher!" Murong joked and said, "well, next, I'll teach you the key points when refining the best soldier level magic weapon."
"After you understand everything, I will personally guide you to practice refining the best spirit soldier long sword..."
……
The next morning, dark clouds covered and it rained heavily.
Tan Yun drove the spirit boat. After four days of flying, when he was 300 miles away from the Danmai Mountain Gate, suddenly, the thick dark clouds overhead began to surge and roll, just like an ancient Warcraft lurking in it!
"Huh?"
In the cultivation room, Tan Yun looked up from the transparent boat wall. Suddenly, his pupils shrank. In his field of vision, a spirit boat with a length of 100 feet and a black body suddenly rushed out of the dark cloud and hit him violently!
In the raindrops shooting all over the sky, it was vaguely visible that song Qinglie stepped on the black spirit boat. In his masked eyes, the cold awn came to an end, "Tan Yun, you bastard escaped last time. Today I see whether you will die!"
Eight days ago, song Qinglie returned to the holy soul and found the black spirit boat he controlled. The purpose is to target Tan Yun's best spirit boat!
"Grass... Inferior treasure!"
Tan Yun looked at the impact of the spirit boat and couldn't help scolding. He didn't want to escape from the cultivation room, "boom!" the originally cracked spirit boat turned into fragments under the impact of the black spirit boat, accompanied by a deafening noise!
"Whew, whew, whew..."
The fragments shot in a huge ball with the sound of breathing through the air, swallowing Tan Yun who was playing Hongmeng divine step and dodging.
"Puff, puff..."
In an instant, hundreds of crystal clear sharp fragments, some of which crossed Tan Yun's body with a stream of blood; Some went straight into Tan Yun!
After a rest, Tan Yun turned into a remnant and fled three miles away. At this time, his face and whole body were gurgling with blood, and dozens of deep visible bone scars appeared.
More than 30 pieces were inserted into his chest and back!
Although it looks terrible, fortunately it's just a skin wound!
The heaven and earth ring flickered between Tan Yun's fingers. The wind attribute is the best spirit weapon flying sword, which came out of thin air from under his feet. He stepped on the flying sword and did not escape, but looked up with awe inspiring killing intention and chased the black spirit boat suspended above his head!
"Bastard, you're like running eight days ago! Hehe, why don't you run? Do you know you can't escape!"
On the spirit boat, song Qinglie sneered and his face sank. If he pointed out, "surround him for me!"
"Yes, elder martial brother song!" suddenly, on the black spirit boat, forty-two masked disciples with perfect fetal soul state walked through the rain and surrounded Tan Yun!
"Tan Yun, take a good look. 300 miles behind you is your mountain gate. However, you can never go back, aha, haha!" Song Qinglie looked down at Tan Yun and laughed wildly.
The other 42 disciples of the Holy Spirit who besieged Tan Yun were also gloomy and fierce.
Tan Yun was shocked all over and immediately shot out of the fragments inserted into his body.
In the rain, he looked around at the crowd. His wet hair covered his eyes, but he couldn't cover the endless fighting spirit in his star eyes. "The chief holy soul really gave me face. In order to kill me, he didn't hesitate to send 48 full-fledged disciples in the fetal soul realm!"
"I killed five eight days ago. Now I don't mind. Kill more!"
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Gongsun Ruoxi's beautiful eyes flashed a light, looked at Zhong Wu Shiyao, and said, "who is he, younger martial sister Zhong Wu?"
Murong Taoist suddenly looked back, "Shiyao, do you know this person?"
Can Zhong wushiyao recognize Tan Yun? Of course!
You know, when Tan Yun was seriously injured in murongkun's pursuit in the meteor God Canyon, Zhong wushiyao rescued Tan Yun and took care of the unconscious Tan Yun in the cave for several days. He also undressed and wiped his body. Zhong wushiyao knew every part of Tan Yun's body like the back of his hand.
At the moment, Tan Yun just covered his face. Zhong Wushi Yao can see that it is Tan Yun from the expression and outline of the figure drawn by Lingli.
What convinced her more was that she knew that Tan Yun had a millet like mole on his neck. On the neck of the man drawn by Gongsun Ruoxi, there is also a mole with the same part.
Therefore, Zhong wushiyao is convinced that it is Tan Yun.
Similarly, although Zhong wushiyao didn't know Tan Yun's former identity, she vaguely guessed that Tan Yun was unusual from the jiutianxuan sword formula given to her by Tan Yun.
Now I know that Tan Yun has never learned the art of refining utensils, but he can convince Gongsun Ruoxi about his attainments in refining utensils. She is more convinced of her guess that Tan Yun is not an ordinary person.
At the moment, facing the inquiry of Murong Taoist priest and Gongsun Ruoxi, Zhong wushiyao realized that Tan Yun didn't want others to know it was him, so he covered his face with soil.
Zhong wushiyao's face changed slightly and said apologetically, "master, I've seen several senior brothers who are somewhat similar to this person in body shape these days. Now when I look carefully, I don't feel very similar."
The Murong Taoist priest was disappointed and sighed, "there are too many people like him just by appearance."
Then, she looked at Gongsun Ruoxi and said earnestly: "these days, you have to walk around with other elders of Qimai. You must find out which elder of Qimai is my disciple."
"I understand, I'm leaving." Gongsun Ruoxi, turning her delicate body, was about to leave when the voice of Murong Taoist's expectation came from behind her ears,
"As a teacher, I hope you can be promoted to the lower level master before the weapon refining competition of the three ancient sects. At the same time, don't fall behind in cultivation. As a teacher, I hope you can defeat the heroes in the nine pulse competition of the inner gate and get a place to enter the eternal land."
Gongsun Ruoxi turned around and was heroic. "Don't worry, master. I won't let you down!"
Murong Taoist smiled and said, "well, go. If you have news about this person, remember to inform your teacher. Of course, you can also draw a portrait of this person and send me an order to ask all elders of Qimai to help you find this person."
"In addition, you can share the experience of refining tools with Shiyao when you have time."
"I understand. I'm leaving." when Gongsun Ruoxi turned around, Yu Guang glanced at Zhong wushiyao. No one found a trace of indifference in her eyes.
After Gongsun Ruoxi left, Zhong wushiyao looked at Murong Taoist, looking like he wanted to talk and stop.
"What's the matter?" Murong asked.
"Disciple... I want to visit some friends." Zhong wushiyao whispered.
Murong Taoist looked solemn and stern, "Shiyao, you are the only closed disciple of the teacher. The teacher has high hopes for you."
"Before the game of weapon refining among the three ancient sects, I will try my best to cultivate your weapon refining. In the rest of the time, you have to practice and strive to shine in the nine pulse competition."
"Shiyao, for our friars, two years are just a flash. During this period, you don't see anyone. It's just latent cultivation!"
Hearing the speech, Zhong Wushi missed her deeply in her beautiful eyes, so she focused on the key point, "I remember my master's instruction and listen to your master."
"Well, this is a good disciple for the teacher!" Murong joked and said, "well, next, I'll teach you the key points when refining the best soldier level magic weapon."
"After you understand everything, I will personally guide you to practice refining the best spirit soldier long sword..."
……
The next morning, dark clouds covered and it rained heavily.
Tan Yun drove the spirit boat. After four days of flying, when he was 300 miles away from the Danmai Mountain Gate, suddenly, the thick dark clouds overhead began to surge and roll, just like an ancient Warcraft lurking in it!
"Huh?"
In the cultivation room, Tan Yun looked up from the transparent boat wall. Suddenly, his pupils shrank. In his field of vision, a spirit boat with a length of 100 feet and a black body suddenly rushed out of the dark cloud and hit him violently!
In the raindrops shooting all over the sky, it was vaguely visible that song Qinglie stepped on the black spirit boat. In his masked eyes, the cold awn came to an end, "Tan Yun, you bastard escaped last time. Today I see whether you will die!"
Eight days ago, song Qinglie returned to the holy soul and found the black spirit boat he controlled. The purpose is to target Tan Yun's best spirit boat!
"Grass... Inferior treasure!"
Tan Yun looked at the impact of the spirit boat and couldn't help scolding. He didn't want to escape from the cultivation room, "boom!" the originally cracked spirit boat turned into fragments under the impact of the black spirit boat, accompanied by a deafening noise!
"Whew, whew, whew..."
The fragments shot in a huge ball with the sound of breathing through the air, swallowing Tan Yun who was playing Hongmeng divine step and dodging.
"Puff, puff..."
In an instant, hundreds of crystal clear sharp fragments, some of which crossed Tan Yun's body with a stream of blood; Some went straight into Tan Yun!
After a rest, Tan Yun turned into a remnant and fled three miles away. At this time, his face and whole body were gurgling with blood, and dozens of deep visible bone scars appeared.
More than 30 pieces were inserted into his chest and back!
Although it looks terrible, fortunately it's just a skin wound!
The heaven and earth ring flickered between Tan Yun's fingers. The wind attribute is the best spirit weapon flying sword, which came out of thin air from under his feet. He stepped on the flying sword and did not escape, but looked up with awe inspiring killing intention and chased the black spirit boat suspended above his head!
"Bastard, you're like running eight days ago! Hehe, why don't you run? Do you know you can't escape!"
On the spirit boat, song Qinglie sneered and his face sank. If he pointed out, "surround him for me!"
"Yes, elder martial brother song!" suddenly, on the black spirit boat, forty-two masked disciples with perfect fetal soul state walked through the rain and surrounded Tan Yun!
"Tan Yun, take a good look. 300 miles behind you is your mountain gate. However, you can never go back, aha, haha!" Song Qinglie looked down at Tan Yun and laughed wildly.
The other 42 disciples of the Holy Spirit who besieged Tan Yun were also gloomy and fierce.
Tan Yun was shocked all over and immediately shot out of the fragments inserted into his body.
In the rain, he looked around at the crowd. His wet hair covered his eyes, but he couldn't cover the endless fighting spirit in his star eyes. "The chief holy soul really gave me face. In order to kill me, he didn't hesitate to send 48 full-fledged disciples in the fetal soul realm!"
"I killed five eight days ago. Now I don't mind. Kill more!"
Gongsun Ruoxi's beautiful eyes flashed a light, looked at Zhong Wu Shiyao, and said, "who is he, younger martial sister Zhong Wu?"Murong Taoist suddenly looked back, "Shiyao, do you know this person?"Can Zhong wushiyao recognize Tan Yun? Of course!You know, when Tan Yun was seriously injured in murongkun's pursuit in the meteor God Canyon, Zhong wushiyao rescued Tan Yun and took care of the unconscious Tan Yun in the cave for several days. He also undressed and wiped his body. Zhong wushiyao knew every part of Tan Yun's body like the back of his hand.At the moment, Tan Yun just covered his face. Zhong Wushi Yao can see that it is Tan Yun from the expression and outline of the figure drawn by Lingli.What convinced her more was that she knew that Tan Yun had a millet like mole on his neck. On the neck of the man drawn by Gongsun Ruoxi, there is also a mole with the same part.Therefore, Zhong wushiyao is convinced that it is Tan Yun.Similarly, although Zhong wushiyao didn't know Tan Yun's former identity, she vaguely guessed that Tan Yun was unusual from the jiutianxuan sword formula given to her by Tan Yun.Now I know that Tan Yun has never learned the art of refining utensils, but he can convince Gongsun Ruoxi about his attainments in refining utensils. She is more convinced of her guess that Tan Yun is not an ordinary person.At the moment, facing the inquiry of Murong Taoist priest and Gongsun Ruoxi, Zhong wushiyao realized that Tan Yun didn't want others to know it was him, so he covered his face with soil.Zhong wushiyao's face changed slightly and said apologetically, "master, I've seen several senior brothers who are somewhat similar to this person in body shape these days. Now when I look carefully, I don't feel very similar."The Murong Taoist priest was disappointed and sighed, "there are too many people like him just by appearance."Then, she looked at Gongsun Ruoxi and said earnestly: "these days, you have to walk around with other elders of Qimai. You must find out which elder of Qimai is my disciple.""I understand, I'm leaving." Gongsun Ruoxi, turning her delicate body, was about to leave when the voice of Murong Taoist's expectation came from behind her ears,"As a teacher, I hope you can be promoted to the lower level master before the weapon refining competition of the three ancient sects. At the same time, don't fall behind in cultivation. As a teacher, I hope you can defeat the heroes in the nine pulse competition of the inner gate and get a place to enter the eternal land."Gongsun Ruoxi turned around and was heroic. "Don't worry, master. I won't let you down!"Murong Taoist smiled and said, "well, go. If you have news about this person, remember to inform your teacher. Of course, you can also draw a portrait of this person and send me an order to ask all elders of Qimai to help you find this person.""In addition, you can share the experience of refining tools with Shiyao when you have time.""I understand. I'm leaving." when Gongsun Ruoxi turned around, Yu Guang glanced at Zhong wushiyao. No one found a trace of indifference in her eyes.After Gongsun Ruoxi left, Zhong wushiyao looked at Murong Taoist, looking like he wanted to talk and stop."What's the matter?" Murong asked."Disciple... I want to visit some friends." Zhong wushiyao whispered.Murong Taoist looked solemn and stern, "Shiyao, you are the only closed disciple of the teacher. The teacher has high hopes for you.""Before the game of weapon refining among the three ancient sects, I will try my best to cultivate your weapon refining. In the rest of the time, you have to practice and strive to shine in the nine pulse competition.""Shiyao, for our friars, two years are just a flash. During this period, you don't see anyone. It's just latent cultivation!"Hearing the speech, Zhong Wushi missed her deeply in her beautiful eyes, so she focused on the key point, "I remember my master's instruction and listen to your master.""Well, this is a good disciple for the teacher!" Murong joked and said, "well, next, I'll teach you the key points when refining the best soldier level magic weapon.""After you understand everything, I will personally guide you to practice refining the best spirit soldier long sword..."The next morning, dark clouds covered and it rained heavily.Tan Yun drove the spirit boat. After four days of flying, when he was 300 miles away from the Danmai Mountain Gate, suddenly, the thick dark clouds overhead began to surge and roll, just like an ancient Warcraft lurking in it!"Huh?"In the cultivation room, Tan Yun looked up from the transparent boat wall. Suddenly, his pupils shrank. In his field of vision, a spirit boat with a length of 100 feet and a black body suddenly rushed out of the dark cloud and hit him violently!In the raindrops shooting all over the sky, it was vaguely visible that song Qinglie stepped on the black spirit boat. In his masked eyes, the cold awn came to an end, "Tan Yun, you bastard escaped last time. Today I see whether you will die!"Eight days ago, song Qinglie returned to the holy soul and found the black spirit boat he controlled. The purpose is to target Tan Yun's best spirit boat!"Grass... Inferior treasure!"Tan Yun looked at the impact of the spirit boat and couldn't help scolding. He didn't want to escape from the cultivation room, "boom!" the originally cracked spirit boat turned into fragments under the impact of the black spirit boat, accompanied by a deafening noise!"Whew, whew, whew..."The fragments shot in a huge ball with the sound of breathing through the air, swallowing Tan Yun who was playing Hongmeng divine step and dodging."Puff, puff..."In an instant, hundreds of crystal clear sharp fragments, some of which crossed Tan Yun's body with a stream of blood; Some went straight into Tan Yun!After a rest, Tan Yun turned into a remnant and fled three miles away. At this time, his face and whole body were gurgling with blood, and dozens of deep visible bone scars appeared.More than 30 pieces were inserted into his chest and back!Although it looks terrible, fortunately it's just a skin wound!The heaven and earth ring flickered between Tan Yun's fingers. The wind attribute is the best spirit weapon flying sword, which came out of thin air from under his feet. He stepped on the flying sword and did not escape, but looked up with awe inspiring killing intention and chased the black spirit boat suspended above his head!"Bastard, you're like running eight days ago! Hehe, why don't you run? Do you know you can't escape!"On the spirit boat, song Qinglie sneered and his face sank. If he pointed out, "surround him for me!""Yes, elder martial brother song!" suddenly, on the black spirit boat, forty-two masked disciples with perfect fetal soul state walked through the rain and surrounded Tan Yun!"Tan Yun, take a good look. 300 miles behind you is your mountain gate. However, you can never go back, aha, haha!" Song Qinglie looked down at Tan Yun and laughed wildly.The other 42 disciples of the Holy Spirit who besieged Tan Yun were also gloomy and fierce.Tan Yun was shocked all over and immediately shot out of the fragments inserted into his body.In the rain, he looked around at the crowd. His wet hair covered his eyes, but he couldn't cover the endless fighting spirit in his star eyes. "The chief holy soul really gave me face. In order to kill me, he didn't hesitate to send 48 full-fledged disciples in the fetal soul realm!""I killed five eight days ago. Now I don't mind. Kill more!"
