The rain front is like an arrow, three feet into the ground.

The turquoise light is like a flame, and it burns when touched. Xia Leng thought of Kong Qingsong's bone rain waterfall just now, which was like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, but the monk's blue light rain was even more terrifying, it was almost impossible to guard against, so he had to keep retreating. And be quick, otherwise your body will definitely be covered by light rain

It was pierced directly, and then burned to the bone.

"Don't run away, you won't be able to escape." Monk Qinglian floated in the air and said as if talking to herself: "As long as the rain doesn't stop, the poor monk can keep shooting this kind of sharp edge, and how long can you escape?" ?”

Xia Leng leaped tens of feet away, managed to avoid the monk's light and rain, and won a few seconds, thinking about how to get close to the opponent's body, he didn't have the means of long-range attack yet.

"Master Leng, follow this."

At this time, the little novice Yulai appeared from nowhere and threw something to Xia Leng from a distance. Xia Leng reached out to pick it up, and found that it was actually an umbrella, or an oil-paper umbrella that is more appreciated than practical. Not all rain can be covered by an umbrella. However, he didn't think the little novice Yulai would dispel him at this time, although he was puzzled

Unable to stop, he still opened the umbrella, and at this time, Qinglan Guangyu of Monk Qinglian also approached.

"Crack! Crack!"

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making a sound like big and small beads falling on a jade plate. The strange thing is that the umbrella didn't break.

The blue light that can penetrate the ground for three or four feet cannot break through this small oiled paper umbrella.

Xia Leng thought to himself: It seems that this little novice Yulai is not a simple character, he has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"Hmph, it's not easy for you to cultivate. I didn't want to hurt your life, but it's a pity that you came to interfere with the poor monk's affairs." Naturally, the monk Qinglian also saw the rain coming from the little novice, and shot a cold light at him.

"Stop!" Xia Leng yelled violently, and flew to the little novice Yulai, blocking the cold light.

Xia Leng stared at Monk Qinglian angrily: "He's still a child!"

"In front of him, I'm afraid you're just a child!" Monk Qinglian said contemptuously, "Who do you think this little novice is? Just seek revenge from the Kong family."

The little novice Yulai looked confused: "I don't know what you're talking about." "The poor monk helped you except Kong, you just don't appreciate it, you're still getting in the way here." Monk Qinglian's expression froze, suddenly a little annoyed Said: "Forget it, the poor monk has other important matters, and he can't stay here for a long time. Today, I will let you open your eyes."

Let this Feilai Temple become a lake from now on. "

After finishing speaking, Monk Qinglian soared into the sky.

Xia Leng handed the little novice Yulai to Ji Jiu, and told them: "Hurry up and leave Feilai Temple, run as far as you can."

"My lord, what about you?" Xiao Xiu'er said worriedly.

"Of course I'm going to beat that idiot." Xia Leng's temper at this time showed a hint of summer, "Running is not my style." One hand directly grabbed her wrist and dragged her away forcefully. Feng Tianling was very well-behaved, and followed Ji Jiu very cooperatively to leave, but before leaving, she gave Xia Leng a spirited blow.

For small bells.

Xia Leng didn't have time to think about it, he pinned the bell to his waist, borrowed some strength from the rockery, and immediately flew into the air, flying towards Monk Qinglian.

In mid-air, Monk Qinglian raised her hand high, condensing a huge cyan-blue light ball, which was one-third the size of Feilai Temple, and it was still expanding.

"Fan Qinglian, give me a punch!" Xia Leng rushed to the sky and shouted angrily. Monk Qinglian's eyes were full of disdain, and she said lightly: "Personal martial arts, in front of supernatural powers and spells, are nothing more than small tricks. And supernatural powers, in front of heavenly magic weapons, are nothing more than the brilliance of fireflies. Since you want to Compete with the poor monk, then

Just try to see if you can catch this light. "

"Go!" Monk Qinglian suddenly threw the huge ball of light that was held high in both hands towards Xia Leng.

Xia Leng didn't dodge or dodge, he squeezed his fists and rushed into the ball of light, the endless blue light mixed with countless raindrops instantly penetrated his body, piercing through his internal organs, limbs and bones .

For a moment, Xia Leng felt as if he had been torn into pieces, every inch of his skin was pierced by light, and every drop of rain seeped into his skin.

However, Xia Leng did not die, nor did he stop moving forward.

His fists were still clenched, and his body was still rushing upwards.

"Get down!"

Xia Leng still rushed out of the blue ball of light, and came directly in front of Monk Qinglian. Under his astonished gaze, he punched him hard in the face!

Monk Qinglian was like an arrow, knocking down several attics and smashing into the ground heavily. The cyan light ball in the mid-air also exploded suddenly, emitting a dazzling glare, making the night glow of Beiyun County as bright as day. Countless people who were already sleeping were awakened by the white light, and stood up and opened the window to watch , don't know what happened

What's up.

A few seconds later, Xia Leng fell back to the ground, his feet went limp as soon as they touched the ground, and he fell to the ground. Those blue rays of light just now did indeed damage him. Now he feels that all his internal organs are burning, and the sea of ​​energy in his dantian seems to have been shattered. Cultivation seems to be abolished

up. "Okay, you're fine." Monk Qinglian climbed out from the rubble, and there was no smile on her face, nor did she lose her calm demeanor, only a ferocious and angry expression remained: "Since the poor monk has practiced, he has never never experienced such

Insult, you are the first and the last! "That can only show that you lacked the beatings of the society before. I am teaching you a lesson. Remember to pay the tuition." "Xia Leng was lying on the ground unable to move, but his mouth became much sharper, a little bit different from the previous image who didn't like words very much.

contrast. Monk Qinglian laughed back in anger, and pulled out a cup of long sword with brilliance like water from the void: "This sword is called Qichi Shenguang, it is my saber in the alliance of cultivating immortals, it is a peerless magic weapon, you To be able to die in the hands of this sword is to count your three lives as lucky. No

, you are lucky in this life, because after being beheaded by this sword, you will not enter reincarnation, and your previous life will also be annihilated, and your soul will be imprisoned in the divine light of this sword, and will be tortured forever and forever, with no way to escape. "

As he said that, Monk Qinglian walked slowly in front of Xia Leng, raised his sword against his chest, and murmured: "The poor monk admired you very much and wanted to give you a chance to enter the alliance of cultivating immortals, but unfortunately you don't know how to praise, You still want to resist me."

"Praise?" Xia Leng chuckled, "Stop doing this, I'm afraid you didn't have a good idea. Do you really think others are as stupid as you?" "Tsk tsk, what a pity." Monk Qinglian really appreciated it Xia Leng, both in terms of aptitude and character, are superior. His original purpose was to bring Xia Leng to the Cultivation Alliance, and then use it as his spare body when he was going through tribulation.

It's a pity that this person's free will is too strong, and he has been attacked again, so he can't stay anymore.

"It's a pity for your sister, it's a pity for you, your whole family is a pity." At this time, a woman's curse suddenly sounded from the side, mixed with swear words from time to time.

Monk Qinglian looked puzzled, and couldn't help moving her eyes, but saw a halo of light not far from his side, and after a while, a woman wearing a purple dress, beautiful as a fairy, but full of anger came out of it. .

As soon as the woman in the purple skirt came out, she threw out a long whip and slapped Monk Qinglian in the face.

"Snapped!"

Monk Qinglian realized that he couldn't dodge, so he could only take the whip forcefully, his whole face was almost shattered, and before he could react, he was hit by hundreds of whips like a storm .

"Okay, Meier, stop playing." Another more beautiful woman walked out of the circle of light, her expression was still calm and calm, she stepped forward to help Xia Leng, fed him some pills, and asked with concern: "Are you OK."

Xia Leng was a little strange: "Aunt Mu, Aunt Mei'er, why are you here?"

These two women are naturally Mu Han and Meier.

"The natal talisman on your body is sending out a warning, of course we have to come." Mu Han observed Xia Leng for a while, and frowned slightly: "The dantian Qihai is a little damaged, it seems that it needs to be healed, come back to Yuxian with me Zong."

Mei'er became even angrier when she heard that Xia Leng's dantian Qihai was damaged, and the whip in her hand swung more and more fiercely.

"Going back again?" Xia Leng rolled his eyes involuntarily, "Aunt Mu, I'll be in and out of bed soon if I go back again, I don't really have anything to do, so I won't go back."

Mu Han asked, "Then back to Immortal Island?"

"Then we can't go back." Xia Leng shook his head hurriedly.

Mu Han said with some distress: "It's because we are too cruel, you are still young, and let you go out to roam the rivers and lakes alone. If your own mother knows that you are like this, she will die of heartache."

"She loves her dearly, but she will still let me go out." Xia Leng understood his mother's character traits very well, "How could Xia Tian and Leng Bingbing's son be so useless?"

Mu Han saw Xia Leng's unique stubbornness from Xia Leng, and knew that it would be useless to force him, but he still couldn't help asking: "Are you really not going back?"

Xia Leng shook his head firmly.

"Forget it, it's up to you." Mu Han took out some pills and spiritual liquid, and put them in bags: "These are wound medicines and elixir, as long as you take them and recuperate for a while, you'll be fine."

"Thank you, Aunt Mu." Xia Leng regained some strength, sat up, and took the bag.

Mu Han was quite relieved, and said, "If you don't thank Aunt Mei, be careful that she will get angry."

"Thank you, Aunt Meier." Xia Leng thanked the furious Meier again, and reminded: "However, Aunt Mei, don't hit him. If you hit him again, he will turn into a puddle of mud."

Meier resentfully took away the whip, and the shattered Qinglian monk who was still angry said: "It's a good deal for you."

"Muhan, Aunt Meier, this monk is not simple, he is a member of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance." Xia Leng whispered to Muhan and Meier.

Mei'er's face changed drastically when she heard the "Cultivation Alliance" four. Mu Han frowned, and immediately raised his hand to emit several cold lights, sealing Monk Qinglian's whole body.