Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 295 Jin Island

Bringing Dong Xiaowan back to the inn, Lu Muhui didn't recognize her appearance.

Nineteen Niang was full of joy when she learned that Lu Rong had also come to Xiandao safely.

never thought...

the next day.

"Mo, get out!"

The sharp roar broke the tranquility of the inn, and made Mo Qiu, who was sitting cross-legged, frown.

"Peng!"

Without a second cry, the door shattered in an instant, and a violent sword light rushed towards it.

Flying sword!

The sword light came like a thunderbolt, with a dull whistling hidden behind it, it was the Lu family's family's "Running Thunder Sword Art".

"Shua!"

Mo Qiu's figure flickered, the fairy cloud barrier covered his whole body, and his whole body turned into a phantom and broke out of the window.

In the courtyard, Lu Rong's pretty face was full of anger, and she made a tactic with one hand, and with a swipe of her fingers, the flying sword slashed out again.

"Sister, don't!"

Lu Muhui screamed anxiously, hurriedly said:

"This is a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?" Lu Rong snorted coldly:

"I just didn't come back for a few days, and Xiaowan has become such a ghost-like person."

"It must have been caused by the surname Mo!"

"Don't think that you can bully Xiaowan because you help my sister!"

While speaking, she didn't stop the movement of her hands, and the flying sword went around the air, attacking Mo Qiu frantically.

"Lu Rong." Mo Qiu changed his figure, his face was cold:

"Do you really think that Mo is afraid of your failure?"

"Come here!" Lu Rong said disdainfully:

"A mortal..."

"Zheng!"

Before she finished speaking, the sword light suddenly appeared in the field, and a sword mark suddenly flew nearly twenty meters away, appearing in the perception.

Ten steps, one kill!

Now, Mo Qiu no longer needs to store up this ultimate move, it can explode at any time.

not good!

Lu Rong's eyes narrowed, before she had time to think, a layer of spiritual light and a precious orb emerged one after another.

Vajra Talisman!

Wind Lingzhu!

"Peng!"

Under the light of the sword, the diamond talisman, which can resist enormous force, lasted only for a moment before it shattered colorfully.

But with this moment of respite, the Wind Lingzhu has cut off a line-like wind blade.

Although the wind blade is thin, its power cannot be underestimated. The incoming blade was cut off by one blow.

At the same time, the flying sword circled around to protect itself first.

"call……"

Moqiu's figure rotated and moved rapidly in a three-foot area, countless sword shadows poured out, as if to drown the opponent.

Lu Rong's face was gloomy, and she flexed her fingers to make a tactic, and the flying sword's sword light suddenly shone.

"Crackling..."

"boom!"

A flash of lightning emerged from the flying sword, and in an instant thunder roared, and the dazzling lightning swept across the audience.

Benlei Sword Art - Lightning and Thunder!

"Shua! Shua! Shua!"

Moqiu's figure flickered, and he narrowly avoided the sword light, his heart was filled with anger, and he flicked his fingers, two wisps of black smoke came out from the soul-destroying bell around his waist, and he rushed towards his opponent with ghostly cries and godlike howls.

The courtyard where the two fought was located at the back of the inn, and on the second floor of the inn, there were several people watching the battle.

"Interesting." A young master Pian Pianjia in a fine attire held a folding fan and waved it lightly:

"A mere mortal can compete with a monk at the eighth level of Qi Refining. His skills are good."

"My son." A middle-aged man bowed and said:

"This person is indeed extraordinary, but it's also because Miss Lu was merciful and never killed him."

Several people could clearly see that Lu Rong just wanted to teach the other party a lesson, and didn't intend to kill anyone. Coupled with a moment of carelessness, she was approached by someone, resulting in a dangerous situation.

"Hmph!" A big man next to him snorted coldly when he heard the words:

"In a real fight, no one will be merciful. If you make a mistake, you will lose your life."

"Furthermore, that mortal has superb martial arts skills and seems to be familiar with the art of controlling swords. He can avoid flying swords every time by a small margin. It seems thrilling, but in fact he has a well-thought-out plan and even has a blood-forged magic weapon."

"Miss Lu, after all, the game is close!"

"General Wu." Fengxian beside Lu Rong was also here, and she couldn't help showing her displeasure when she heard the words:

"Then Moqiu is really good, but if my lady really makes a move, it will be easy to win."

"hehe……"

Several people in the field laughed lightly.

They could see that Lu Rong's cultivation and strength far surpassed Mo Qiu's.

But for a mortal, it's not bad to be able to do this.

field.

The two were already angry, Lu Rong stopped being polite, and cast magic tools and spells one after another.

Congenitally catch hands!

The Thunderbolt Sword Art!

Wind Lingzhu!

All kinds of attacks swarmed up, the small courtyard immediately roared, and Mo Qiu was forced to dodge left and right.

Although he still has means, if he really wants to win, he must use all his strength to activate the fire dragon pendant.

At that time, it was really immortal.

To be enemies of immortal cultivators, especially those with profound mana, mortals have limited means.

"Rongrong!" At this moment, the door next to her was pushed open, and the haggard Dong Xiaowan stretched out her hand to stop her:

"Stop!"

Lu Rong paused, stared at Mo Qiu fiercely for a while, and then retracted the flying sword with a look of resentment.

She could feel that the other party hadn't really gone all out, and there should be some hole cards yet to be played.

But at this time, we can only let it go.

"Xiaowan." Lu Rong ran towards Dong Xiaowan with a worried look on her face:

"What's the matter with you, where have you been in the past few days, and there is no news of you from Fengxian, but I am worried."

"I..." Dong Xiaowan opened her mouth with bitterness on her face:

"I'm fine."

"How could it be all right?" Lu Rong raised her eyebrows and looked at Mo Qiu coldly:

"Did he bully you?"

"It's none of his business." Dong Xiaowan hurriedly shook her head, her expression changed, and then she sighed softly:

"It's my mother..."

"Your mother?" Lu Rong's expression changed slightly, she looked at everyone in the field, and then waved to Lu Muhui:

"Nineteenth sister, you and I go back to the general's courtyard set up by Prince An, and go back and explain in detail what happened on the way."

"Ah!" Lu Muhui was taken aback, and looked at Mo Qiu:

"Then, what about Brother Mo?"

Although she has just arrived here, she also knows several special places on this island, such as Prince An's General's Court, the Qunxian Pavilion set up by the imperial court, and the Xiantai Garden under the jurisdiction of Zhennan King.

However, only immortal cultivators can stay in these places, and mortals need to make additional arrangements.

"Him?" Lu Rong snorted softly, her beautiful eyes twinkled, and said:

"My surname is Mo, do you have a place to go?"

"Don't worry about the second lady." Mo Qiu said indifferently:

"Mo has his own plan."

"That's good." Lu Rong nodded, seeing Lu Muhui's reluctance, she couldn't help rolling her eyes:

"It's not far away. You can meet anytime you want. There's no need for this life-and-death look."

"Clean up, let's go!"

She urged her to act vigorously, and after a while, she dragged the reluctant second daughter away.

Mo Qiu shook his head in the back, and turned back to the room.

This woman is simply unreasonable!

…………

This island is the acropolis of Dajin Gongwei Xiandao, so it is also called Jin Island by the locals.

After leaving the island, go three hundred nautical miles to the south, which is Xiandao.

Xiandao is shrouded in clouds and mists all the year round, and ordinary people cannot see its true appearance from afar.

Immortal cultivators on Jin Island come from all over Jin, and most of them want to join the Immortal School.

However, the Great Sect of the Immortal Sect is strict in recruiting disciples, and very few of them finally get what they want.

The next best thing is to join the imperial court.

It may be a bumpy journey for the imperial court to be supported by all the people, but it is easy to seek a lifetime of wealth.

Of course, there are also some small sects, but relatively speaking, they are the worst choices.

three months later.

"What a pity!" On the wine table, a bearded man sighed softly:

"These choices are only for immortal cultivators. We are warriors, and we don't even have to choose the lowest immortal sect."

"If you join the imperial court, you can still fight for your future, especially the Zhennan King is eclectic, and you have the opportunity to become a real immortal cultivator under his command."

"What?" Mo Qiu looked up:

"Brother Han intends to follow Zhennan King to suppress the Sanman?"

"Hey!" The big man paused, sighed, and said:

"Brother Mo, I'm nearly forty years old, but my acupoints are only half open. It seems hopeless."

"It's you, you can survive for a few more years."

"A few more years?" Mo Qiu frowned, and his voice was somewhat helpless:

"The elixir that can help open the acupoints is not cheap, and I'm afraid I won't be able to last for a few years."

And if there is no elixir, within ten years, he has no confidence that he will be able to open up all his senses and be congenitally perfect.

Not to mention, there is still a gap between human beings and human beings to transform the innate qi into mana, and there are very few people who can achieve it.

"There is no other way." The big man spread his hands:

"Tongqiao Pill, which can improve the bones of the human body, uses extremely rare elixir. Immortal cultivators also need it for their cultivation. It is overkill for them to refine Tongqiao Pill."

"The price is naturally not cheap."

He took a sip of his drink, suddenly smiled strangely, and said:

"Actually, you can choose another path."

"Brother Han is saying that, as someone else's Taoist soldier, join the sect of cultivating immortals?" Mo Qiu laughed at himself:

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, it's just that there are so many people here who want to be immortal cultivators and Taoist soldiers, where is Mo Mou?"

Those immortal cultivators who can join the immortal sect are all talented, and there are countless people who want to be their Taoist soldiers.

There are even some aristocratic families who are willing to spend huge sums of money just to let their disciples join the immortal sect as Taoist soldiers.

Don't be alone, how can you beat them?

"No, no." The big man shook his head and said:

"You forgot, a fairy came to the door a few days ago, as long as you open your mouth, this matter will definitely happen."

Don't ask for a cold face.

He felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

As the big man said, that fairy is not very old, she is already at the seventh level of Qi training, and the chance of joining the fairy school is not small.

It's just that the technique she practices is the art of combining yin and yang, and she needs the help of a man's Yuanyang to practice.

Mo Qiu is a congenital, but still a child, Yuan Yang has not lost, somehow attracted the other party's attention.

He even promised that if she gave her the boy body that had been kept for thirty years, she would be able to obtain the status of a Taoist soldier.

Not to mention losing Yuanyang, it will affect the future practice, but the attitude of the other party is unbearable.

It's not that the woman is ugly.

In fact, the other party is not only not ugly, but extremely beautiful, with a good figure, and also proficient in the art of bewitching.

only……

"Don't mention it!" Shaking his head, he raised his glass:

"Since Brother Han has made a decision, then Mo will use this cup to wish Brother Han a smooth journey."

"Thanks!"

The big man nodded, raised his glass and drank it down:

"By the way, I heard that you rejected Prince An's offer?"

"Um."

"That's not a good choice."

"It's just that I don't like the court's approach, and I don't want to be a thug."

"forget about it!"

The two chatted for a while, then got up and said goodbye with fists in their hands. They had already guessed in their hearts that if they bid farewell today, they might never see each other again in the future.

Walking on the long street, Mo Qiu saw passers-by hurrying to and fro, whether they were immortal cultivators or martial artists, they were all racking their brains to find their own way forward, he couldn't help but smiled, and then sighed softly.

Why isn't he one of them?

When he returned to his residence, he took out the Yanshi Token on his body and stroked it lightly.

Fortunately, there is still a turning point.