I Hang Up In the Fantasy World - Vol 15 Chapter 138: : Yumian Langjun

Crossing the heavy water lake, three elite saints from the top forces discussed on the grass, and they wanted to join forces temporarily.

As for the saints who were born in the secondary forces, they did not plunder into their eyes, and they are not in their consideration for the time being. In place, the three discussed for a while, and soon came to a conclusion.

They each made a Martial Dao oath to ensure the unanimity when crossing the Chongshui Lake.

Then, I saw Saint Wan Xing raised his hand and waved, and a gray-white aura raged out from the robe and landed on the long and narrow mountain range behind.

“Boom boom boom!”

Three thousand weak waters can indulge in feathers, and saints cannot move forward in the air. Only by making a boat with Lanlan wood that is more than three thousand years old can they break the waves and move forward.

On the shore of the lake, on the long and narrow mountain range, there are a lot of lush ancient Lanlan trees, which can make everyone use local materials and stand on the weak water surface.

That is to say, within a minute or so, the ancient Lan Lan trees fell over, splashing dust all over the sky, and a small canoe of more than ten meters was suspended in the air.

“Two fellow Daoists, please.”

I saw Saint Wan Xing smile, and then he raised his hand and pointed, and the whole purple canoe landed on the lake on the shore, stably suspended in the weak water.

Then, Ziqing and Yunshi looked at each other and walked forward in unison, standing in the middle of the canoe.

When Wan Xing saw the two get on the boat, he also steadily stepped on the tail of the canoe, propped up a bamboo pole supported by Lan Lan wood with both hands, and probed into the water, he drove the canoe slowly to the depths of the lake.

Soon, after the canoe left a few hundred meters, a white mist suddenly filled the sky above the lake, hiding the traces of the three people together with the canoe, and could not be seen.

On the shore, several saints from the secondary forces saw the traces of the three disappear, and they suddenly began to discuss.

In the end, when two people left the team, the remaining three saints were unwilling to give up. They also made a wooden boat with the ancient Lan Lan tree and sailed slowly towards the distance of the lake.

As everyone chose to cross the lake, or gave up leaving due to danger, the shore became silent, and only the occasional whistling of the wind reverberated between heaven and earth.

And under such circumstances, somewhere in the void suddenly twisted, and then a man in a swordsman’s robe appeared on the spot.

The coming person has a star-shaped brow, his eyes are deep, and his body faintly reveals an extremely terrifying aura, which is frightening. He is Zhang Yi who has rushed to this place.

Come early is worse than coincidence.

When Zhang Yi arrived here, it was the moment when Wan Xing opened his mouth to suggest that the three should join forces.

Therefore, when Zhang Yi’s eyes moved at that time, he quietly communicated with Zi Qing in a secret voice, so that the words she planned to refuse were changed to agree, so there was the latter scene.

“Is this three thousand weak water?”

“It is said that even a saint who falls into it will drown and die like a mortal.”

Zhang Yi’s figure fell on the shore, his eyes surging with light, looking at the blue water in front of him, he couldn’t help murmured.

Immediately, Zhang Yiyi was daring, he bent down and stretched out his hand, holding up a ladle of weak water.

“Zizzizi!”

When Zhang Yi held the weak water in his hand, the weak water in his hand immediately boiled, and a white smoke rose, and the real essence surging in his palm quickly disappeared at this time, and finally was completely rotten away.

In this way, Zhang Yi’s palm directly touched the weak water, and then he felt a slight tingling sensation.

“Even the palm of my hand when I practiced Wanyue’s giant spirit body was tingling. If there were beasts at the bottom of this lake, the toughness of their bodies would be so tyrannical. It’s no wonder that Wan Xing wanted to propose the three of them to join forces. It seems that this is true. Crisis.”

This thought flashed through Zhang Yi’s mind, and with a wave of his right hand, the weak water in his palm fell into the lake.

After that, Zhang Yi was standing, and he slowly adjusted his sword robe on the shore, and a calm voice came from his mouth. “Since fellow Daoists have been hiding here for a long time, why don’t you come out and see them?”

Although Zhang Yi’s voice was calm, it spread all around the void, but as the words echoed, Bafang was still silent, and no one answered.

“Oh, since you refuse to show up, don’t blame it for being ruthless.”

Zhang Yi’s eyes became cold.

There was a trace of coldness in his eyes, and then he drew his sword outright, with a sharp sword energy breaking through the air, and slashing towards the shadow of an ancient tree several miles to the side.

“boom!”

The sword qi came instantaneously, and exploded in mid-air, turning into a torrent of sword qi that covered the destination realm, with astonishing power.

As a last resort, in the shadow of the branch, the ground twisted for a while, and then someone jumped out of it, avoiding Zhang Yi’s torrent of sword energy.

“As expected of the No. 1 elite saint in Asking Sword Mountain, Fellow Daoist Zhang Yi’s cultivation is truly extraordinary, and today I, Shen Yuanyi, have learned the lesson.

Avoiding Zhang Yi’s offensive, a white-faced scholar-like man appeared in front of Zhang Yi.

He has delicate facial features, phoenix eyes and red lips, and his hair hangs down from his waist. He has a feminine beauty, which is even more amazing than the previous rhyme.

“The chief elite saint of Yellow Springs Valley, Shen Yuanyi, turns out to be you.”

“I just don’t know that you are hiding in the dark, and you choose to let Wan Xing show his face and get in touch with Ziqing and Yunshi. What is the purpose?”

Zhang Yi’s eyes fell on Shen Yuanyi’s body, his hands and the Yuanjian trembled slightly, and there was a sword intent ready to go, he said calmly. Shen Yuanyi, also known as Jade Mian Langjun, is the first of the elite saints in Huangquan Valley.

Unlike most of the saints of Huangquan Valley who give off a lifeless feeling, in Shen Yuanyi’s body, there is no dead energy at all, instead it is warm and gentle, with a kind of intellectual beauty.

It is said that when he practiced in the outside world, he was favored by many women, and he was inextricably linked with some great saints, so he was called Jade Mian Langjun by the outside world.

At this time, Zhang Yi and the other party officially faced each other.

“Why should Daoist Zhang Yi make a big effort?

“It’s just two small characters. I just made friends with them~www.mtlnovel.com~ and left a friendship.”

Shen Yuanyi said gently, his eyes were clear and sincere, giving people the feeling of a gentleman, as if he was not trying to be unfavorable to Ziqing and Yunshi, but just that Shi took this opportunity to make friends.

But unfortunately, for such a feminine man, his demeanor and words are all gentle and like a spring breeze, but Zhang Yi can’t appreciate it at all.

he just said coldly

“No matter how nice it sounds, it doesn’t help me, so let’s see the real chapter under our hands.

“Since you covet the opportunity in this heavy water lake, then Shilai should be a good place for good fortune.”

“Unfortunately, I am also somewhat interested in this place now.