Chapter 440 The Battle to Establish Prestige

'This should be regarded as Tianluo's test for Pindao.'

Wang Jixuan sat quietly in front of the tea stall, but Yin Lin had disappeared.

Taoist priest has analyzed a lot in his heart, and the summary is one sentence - Tianluo has no reason to give up on him, and the value of the core circuit is still increasing.

Tian Luo should have intentionally increased his sense of crisis and made him more dependent on this organization.

After thinking about this, he naturally felt confident.

When he went out, his identity and background were given by himself, so the Taoist priest would inevitably show off in the market with Tian Luo later, which made Yin Lin feel that he was quite satisfied with his status as a Tian Luo.

It's all about the mind and calculations.

Wang Jixuan slowly put down his tea cup, and those qi forces moved forward at the same time. Four figures appeared on the roof in front, back, left, and right, each releasing their momentum.

The female monk from Qingyun Temple did not show up, but hid in the dark.

The four people who appeared have the same aura and should be from the same sect. Recalling what Yin Lin said just now, this middle-aged nun went to find the management family of this town, the guardians of this giant precious tree. These four people

The identity of a person is self-evident.

The Lord of Fang Town, a monk of the Shen family.

The four of them are headed by an old woman, who is in the middle stage of the Tribulation Realm and is the number one figure in the real world.

In this town, this man is indeed highly respected and is responsible for presiding over the town's daily affairs. Therefore, as soon as he appeared, monks everywhere looked over.

The old woman was leaning on a snake-head crutch and cupped her hands in various directions.

The monks understood and immediately retreated away.

The shops were closed, formations were everywhere, and most of the monks above the Nascent Soul realm in the city were alerted, and they all sent a ray of spiritual consciousness to this place or came closer to observe.

Wang Jixuan calmly poured tea and drank tea. The shopkeeper and waiters of the tea shop had already trotted away.

In just ten breaths, this place went from lively to clean, and the streets even became spotless.

Emina, Xiao Huating, and Zheng Shiduo have been driven out of the shop and gathered behind Wang Jixuan.

In the subspace he carried with him, Peony had begun to awaken the mechanical army, and Red Snake had also begun to sharpen his blade limbs.

The old woman's feet were filled with clouds, and she slowly fell down. The other three people were standing on various rooftops with their hands behind their backs.

"This fellow Taoist."

The old woman smiled and handed over her hands, but she was prepared to be polite first and then attack.

She smiled and said, "We Ming people don't tell secrets. There are also some big sect members of the Shen family here who I don't want to offend. I wonder if I can be a lobbyist and make this good relationship come true."

Wang Jixuan seemed not to have heard anything and continued to drink tea calmly.

Seeing this, Zheng Shiduo began to fully perform the duties of a younger brother.

"Do you want to offend me?"

Zheng Shiduo held up the wig on his head.

Needless to say, just with the addition of this fake bun (with long hair), the whole person has become a bit more gloomy and cold from the slightly funny look before.

It seems not as good as before.

Zheng Shiduo scolded directly: "I have heard of people who robbed women of the people. They can be called lustful people, but I have never seen people who forcefully want to be apprentices. Just because they have a good relationship with me, let me become a disciple? Then?

I also said that I have a good relationship with their ancestor, so I can become their ancestor!"

"Be bold!"

On the roof on the left, a middle-aged man in a purple robe shouted loudly:

"Qingyun Temple is a famous sect, how could you do something like robbing disciples! You, a monk, don't know the heights of the world, how dare you slander the seniors of Qingyun Temple!"

Zheng Shiduo blinked and immediately began to shake his head: "Are you impulsive, or are you deliberately bringing up the name of Qingyun Temple to let people know that the Shen family is also in trouble there? I can't tell, fellow Taoist, I

I really can’t tell the difference.”

Wang Jixuan was also amused by Lao Zheng.

Emina is more straightforward.

She has long wanted to try to see what the skills of monks in this world are like, and whether every one of them is as perverted as Taoist Master Wang.

So, Emina walked forward slowly, her light pink dress fluttering slightly, and her delicate, slightly exotic face really made many male nuns shine at this moment.

She holds her head high and is graceful. She has created a psychic circuit related to the speech in this world, and can communicate with everyone without any obstacles.

Emina said: "How about we directly enter the stage of fighting. Those who want to take us away must at least have the means to convince us."

She has released her own aura, and her body is also running the secret method taught by Wang Jixuan.

Everyone just felt that she was a monk in the late stage of the Fusion Realm.

It would obviously be unwise to challenge this old woman in the late stage of the Fusion Realm, but the other three masters of the Shen family are all in the Fusion Realm.

It is only reasonable and proper for them to stand up and have a fight.

The middle-aged man in purple robe floated up with his hands behind his back and slowly lowered his eyes. He looked at Emina and said with a frown: "I don't like to fight with a weak person like you. If you use one move, you can hurt me."

, I just admit defeat."

Emina said calmly: "No need."

As she spoke, a golden ring appeared in her palm.

The ring burst into a shallow white light, and behind Emina, a colorful glow glowed. It was hundreds of hidden psychic circuits that were gently resonating.

The rich spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered towards her.

The psychic circuits of the spirit-gathering class have begun to function.

"Now that's the case," the middle-aged man held a long sword in his palm and rose into the sky, "You and I will spar in the air! Don't worry, I won't hurt you!"

Emina didn't take it seriously and turned to look at Wang Jixuan, asking for his opinion with her eyes.

"Go ahead," Taoist Wang said slowly, "Just let's compare, there is no need to kill. These four Shen family members were only invited by Qingyun Temple, they are not cunning villains."

When the old woman heard this, she smiled a little more.

The meaning of this smile is very complicated, including relief, helplessness, and more importantly, relief.

The other party can say this because he does not want to enmity with their Shen family.

The Shen family seems to be brilliant, but in fact it can only occupy one or two squares of the town. Its strength is about the same as that of a medium-sized sect. How dare it offend the people of Qingyun Temple?

Emina followed suit and rose into the sky.

As soon as she took off, she noticed that most of the monks here had good eyesight, so she immediately made a white cloud and stepped on it.

'Everyone in the spiritual practice world likes to ride on clouds, and there is some truth in that.'

Emina took a gentle breath, feeling the aura that was constantly jumping in the air.

A beam of moonlight spread across the sky.

The ring in her hand vibrated slightly, and its speed suddenly increased dramatically.

Wang Jixuan actually didn't know that during the eighty years when he was recovering from his injuries, Emina also went through two spiritual practices.

She learned from Nildathamon how to make psychic energy explode, and constantly competed with Nildathamon, fully mastering the fighting methods of spiritual practitioners;

Emina then used the simulation created by Mudan to deduce the battle, and set Wang Jixuan, who had previously burned the soul of Dacheng, as the simulation object, and fought in the virtual space countless times.

Although most of the time it is easily defeated by simulated objects.

But Emina was actually holding her breath.

Spiritual practitioners are not necessarily inferior to monks.

And today is the best time for her to prove that she is not a vase!

Under the moonlight, two figures in the sky chased each other very quickly.

The purple-robed male cultivator also didn't expect that Emina's fighting style was so fierce that she would directly close the distance to fight.

The male cultivator immediately revealed various defensive treasures, but then, he quickly discovered that something was wrong.

'Is this woman not prepared at all when she casts a spell?'

Before the male cultivator could counterattack in time, Emina's offensive had spread like wildfire, and he was suppressed by Emina, who was in the same realm.

…

Good guy, Emina is apprenticed to Nilda, is he deceived?

Taoist Wang was a little confused, but his expression was still very calm and confident.

He continued to sit there drinking tea, his spiritual consciousness wrapped around Emina, and the alien soul was ready to take action at any time. With just a thought from him, a black dragon could rise into the sky to save or stop Emina.

You should treat each other with admiration after seeing each other for three days.

Seeing Emina fighting at close range this time, Wang Jixuan couldn't help but feel a little sad.

He has always regarded Emina as a 'nanny', providing buffs for everyone from behind and strengthening the strength of the combatants at the front.
To be continued...