Li Qingshan sighed gently and stood up with his hands on his knees. He was like a boxer who had yet to recover from the previous match before being forced into a different ring. (The)
However, there was no fear in his eyes at all!
This must be it!
Before he knew it, it had begun to snow again. Flickering figures passed through the curtains of snow. Their luxurious silk robes fluttered in the wind, but they did not leave behind a single mark on the snow. They were like ghosts in the snow.
The ghosts looked at Li Qingshan like hunters who had found their prey. They were at ease. If they were slightly cautious, that would be because they were worried that their prey would escape.
The "first senior brother" pointed at Li Qingshan and asked, "Junior brother Song, is this the person you're looking for?"
Song Ming said resentfully, "First senior brother, that's him!"
"Fourth layer Qi Practitioner?" The first senior brother curled his lip in great disdain.
"Song Ming, aren't you a little too useless? You're a sixth layer Qi Practitioner, yet you've actually been defeated by someone weaker than you. And I had originally thought it was some powerful person."
The disciples of the Pheasant's Grace mountain roared with laughter. They only felt even more relaxed and happy. They did not take Li Qingshan seriously at all.
Song Ming's face reddened. "First senior brother, his cultivation as a Qi Practitioner isn't great, but he's a master of the Body Practitioner. He took a palm strike from me and came out unscathed. You can't be careless."
Li Qingshan closed his eyes and sensed. A ninth layer Qi Practitioner, two eighth layer Qi Practitioners, five seventh layer Qi Practitioners, and ten sixth layer Qi Practitioners. Was this the strength of a sect?
Only by daemonifying could he fight them, but it was very likely for him to draw over their seniors if he fought here.
"Look, this guy's closed his eyes. Is he resigned to his fate?" A disciple of the Pheasant's Grace mountain smiled.
Before he had even finished speaking, a thick mist rose up, surging like waves. Li Qingshan turned around and vanished into the mist. (The)
"Oh no, it's a mist talisman. He's trying to escape!" Song Ming cried out.
As if someone had plucked the clouds from the sky, the mist rapidly filled the entire valley. The pure-white mist was extremely thick, where one could not even see their own fingers. It contained water spiritual qi, such that even the vision of Qi Practitioners was greatly affected.
Eldest Senior Brother snorted coldly, "Insignificant tricks!"
With a flick of his sleeves, a spell was cast, and a strong gust of wind blew, clearing away the fog.
The valley was filled with the howling of the wind, causing everyone's clothes to flutter loudly. Li Qingshan's figure suddenly appeared. He had already rushed to the hillside in the distance and was fleeing at an extremely fast speed.
Since he couldn't fight, he could only flee!
"Eldest Senior Brother's Wild Wind Technique is really powerful!"
"You're too naive to think that you can escape with such a small trick."
The disciples of the Pheasant's Grace mountain praised him. They did not slow down at all. Their sleeves fluttered in the wind as they chased after Li Qingshan.
Back then, when Song Ming flew into the Proud Sword Manor, he could already be considered to be extremely confident. However, there were at least a dozen people here who were even stronger than him. Every time they flew, they would cover a distance of a hundred zhang.
Pride appeared on the eldest senior brother's face. Only after all his junior brothers had set off did he shake his sleeves and take off. He caught up to everyone even though he had set off later. He took the lead and rapidly closed the distance between him and Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan used the Tiger Demon Climbs the Mountain and leapt onto the top of the mountain. Hearing the whistling, he suddenly looked back.
The eldest senior brother reached an even higher altitude than the top of the mountain and bellowed out, "Peck of the Golden Pheasant!" His right hand formed the shape of a pheasant's head, and he pecked at Li Qingshan from afar. He was like a golden pheasant pecking at a bug on the ground. He did it with indescribable ease, as if it was nothing at all.
However, Li Qingshan felt like he was facing a great disaster, because he was playing the role of this bug.
A huge, golden beak pierced through the air. He had already used the greatest technique of the Pheasant's Grace mountain. The disciples of the Pheasant's Grace mountain all sighed in amazement inside. Although this technique was taught to all inner disciples, how could it compare to the ingenuity of the first senior brother's? They had never thought the first senior brother would use such a powerful technique right off the bat. The kid was dead for sure. The Sacred Hall
Li Qingshan felt like no matter how he dodged, he would not be able to avoid this gentle peck. He raised his right hand, and the whale's mouth sucked in light before suddenly spitting out a fist-sized, transparent ball of water.
Boom!
The Gui Water lightning collided with the pheasant beak in the air.
A ring of light erupted, and the wild wind crushed the forest, forming a scene of wheat.
The first senior brother blurted out, "Gui Water lightning!" His true qi surged and dispersed the incoming wave of air, but he also slowed down slightly. How could a mere fourth layer Qi Practitioner use the Gui Water lightning? Suddenly, he noticed the spiritual artifact in Li Qingshan's hand and came to a realisation. "High grade spiritual artifact" Song Ming was right. This kid really was extremely wealthy. He was a great prey worth hunting.
However, the disciples on the ground were not as relaxed as him. A few of them were blown backwards by the wild wind with insufficient cultivation. They could only swallow the words of flattery they were about to utter. Their faces were filled with shock. How could a fourth layer Qi Practitioner block the first senior brother's Peck of the Golden Pheasant?
Only Song Ming called out, "I told you! This guy isn't easy to deal with!" He actually felt a sense of elation. Instead, he hoped Li Qingshan could use a few more powerful moves and last a little longer against his first senior brother. That would prove that he was not useless back then. Instead, the enemy was just too powerful.
Li Qingshan used this time to leap off the top of the mountain. His head was below his feet, and the world was flipped upside down. Cold wind whistled past his face. He took out the underground mental map and unfurled it with both hands, reading it in the air.
The nearest entrance to the underground cave was only thirty li away, under a mountain peak. If it was on the plains, the thirty li distance would only be a matter of time, but in the mountains, every few li meant that they had to cross a mountain.
Although this was still a remnant of the Boundless Mountains and had not truly entered the depths, the mountains were tall and majestic. They could not be measured with common sense. Any one of these mountains could be regarded as a famed mountain on Earth from Li Qingshan's past life.
Even with the Tiger Demon Climbs the Mountains, Li Qingshan's speed was greatly affected. He casually stuck a mid grade Swift Breeze talisman on himself, which made him move slightly faster. The withered trees seemed to be slamming towards him, but even with that, he was unable to widen the distance between them. Every time he looked back, the ninth layer Qi Practitioner would get a little closer.
However, he was not worried. What he was thinking about was not just running away.
The first senior brother was extremely surprised as well. A fourth layer Qi Practitioner could actually erupt with such speed. He used the Golden Pheasant Flaps its Wings and spent most of the time gliding through the air, unaffected by the terrain, yet he was still unable to catch up immediately. This independent cultivator really was not easy to deal with.
The two of them crossed over the mountains and gradually pulled away from the disciples behind them. The killing intent in Li Qingshan's eyes became heavier and heavier. He casually tossed down a spiritual stone that had run out of spiritual qi before grabbing another one to quickly replenish his true qi.
He had already taken out the Cursive Sword Calligraphy and placed it in his bosom. He could take it out at any time and kill his opponent.
Li Qingshan turned around and glanced at the "first senior brother" who was less than three hundred meters away from him. However, he looked past the first senior brother, gazing at the even higher sky. The sky had already darkened, and snow filled the air. Apart from him, no one noticed a rapidly flashing red star high up in the sky.
Little Ann stood on a huge skull, dragging a scarlet tail of flames behind him as he passed through the snowstorm. His robes and long hair fluttered in the wind as red light flickered in his eyes. His gaze pierced through the snowstorm, gazing at the mountains.
A snowy night like this, a mountainous terrain like this, and a scene like this all seemed familiar.
Unknowingly, a year had already passed. However, this time, she would not be as weak as before. She would not have to watch helplessly as he left by himself in despair.
This time, she would definitely help him!
All she had to do was wait for him to give the signal to attack!
Li Qingshan thought to himself, A little further, a little further!
The first senior brother had no idea that he had already fallen into a trap where the world intersected. The roles of hunter and prey had silently swapped. He had never imagined that a mere fourth layer Qi Practitioner could harm him at all.
Once again, Li Qingshan climbed to the peak of a tall mountain. The first senior brother took this opportunity to close the distance between them to within three hundred feet. A look of joy appeared on his face as he raised his right hand. A golden light shot out, piercing through the snowstorm and leaving a straight golden line in its wake.
Li Qingshan sensed the danger. He did not have time to turn around, so he held the ice blade behind him.
With a "ding", the golden light pierced deeply into the ice blade. Li Qingshan's purlicue trembled violently. Just Now, he could clearly see that the golden light was a golden feather. The mystic ice that was frozen by the Ice Condensate Water was as hard as a top-grade spiritual weapon. Yet, it was pierced by this tiny feather. Its power was even greater than Grandma Ximen's Red Thread Needle.
Protective Qi and spells would be as fragile as a piece of paper. Even if it was a defensive spiritual weapon, if it was not a top-grade one, it would probably be pierced through in one blow.
The first senior brother became even more surprised. He saw how the Peck of the Golden Pheasant could not kill Li Qingshan, so he definitely would not use it a second time. He switched to using his lifebound spiritual artifact, the Golden Pheasant's Plume. However, he never thought it would be blocked by the ice blade.
The Golden Pheasant's Plume was not a regular high-grade spiritual artifact. Instead, it was a spiritual artifact that the disciples of the Pheasant's Grace mountain had begun nurturing ever since they began practising qi. They constantly poured their true qi into it, and whenever their cultivation increased, they would add in essence gold to forge it. Only then did they manage to forge a single Golden Pheasant's Plume. The amount of effort they had put into it was uncountable. However, its power was terrifyingly great, and it could only be used by the user of the sect.
Li Qingshan did not leap into the pitch-black valley. Instead, he stopped and turned around. The ice blade in his hand rapidly changed shape, wrapping around the Golden Pheasant's Plume and turning it into a huge lump of ice.
The first senior brother stood at the top of a lone pine tree, which swayed in the wind and snow. He sneered. "You're not running anymore?" He looked around. "This really is a nice place to be buried!" He did not care about what Li Qingshan was doing at all.
Li Qingshan said, "I'll give you back exactly what you said." He had already sprayed out all of the Ice Condensate water, wrapping the Golden Pheasant's Plume into a ball. He stepped on it.
The first senior brother snorted coldly. "Stubborn and stubborn! You're still using these puny tricks? I'll show you the power of the Pheasant's Grace mountain. The Golden Pheasant's Radiance! "
The Golden Pheasant's Plume erupted with dazzling light, illuminating the ball of ice completely and turning it golden. It was a beautiful sight.
However, Li Qingshan could sense that the ice was rapidly melting, as if it was suppressed by the power of the Golden Pheasant's Plume. It was unable to trap the Golden Pheasant's Plume.
The first senior brother dove down. "Be smarter in your next life. Don't offend the disciples of the Pheasant's Grace mountain!"
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