Cultivating Immortals in Two Worlds: From Qing Fu to Primordial Chaos

Chapter 34: Human Blessings

Feng Ying was startled and subconsciously wanted to move, but he saw that ray of extremely pure golden light was in front of him in an instant.

He could only use his secret technique, and strong wind and thunder power emerged from his body, faintly showing a blue and green wind and thunder spiritual energy shield to protect his body. However, golden light penetrated through and instantly sank into the wind and thunder spiritual energy shield. Although it was consumed by the wind and thunder power layer by layer, a ray of golden light bombarded his body surface and knocked him away.

But after landing, Feng Lei was not injured. Layers of special scales appeared faintly on his body surface. Feng Lei was excited, but he looked at the remaining trace of gold with a little surprise in his eyes.

"This sharp force?"

He smelled the scent of innate energy from it.

The innate essence in the other person's body seems extremely extraordinary, and even causes the magic power in his body to undergo such changes early on.

Just as he was about to stand up, he saw a figure rushing towards him from above, and two foot-long white lights shot out from the depths of its eyes and locked onto him.

Soul-fixing and soul-slashing technique?
Feng Ying couldn't help but smile in his heart. Qingli was just boring him by using this method.

After all, it was he who taught Qingli this technique.

A soul carving knife also emerged from the depths of his eyes, and instantly turned into two white lights to meet the two white lights rushing towards him.

Boom! !

Just in the instant of contact, the white light in the depths of his eyes collapsed, and he saw that the two white rays shot out by Yang Huai broke through the Soul-Fixing and Soul-Slashing Technique he released, locked onto his soul, and slashed at it in an instant.

Feng Ying's eyes widened, unable to hide his surprise. He was trying hard to endure the pain of his soul as his Soul-Fixing and Soul-Slashing Technique collapsed. Deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, he saw a blue-green light emerging, faintly revealing a majestic image of a dragon head, a human body, and a snake tail. Wisps of wind and thunder surrounded him, turning into a light shield that blocked the two white rays.

But Yang Huai above his head took the opportunity to fall down, and a golden spear condensed in his hand and crossed Feng Ying's neck.

This scene happened extremely fast.

Feeling the golden light reflected on his neck, Feng Ying's eyes were filled with embarrassment and silence, and he opened his mouth.

"I……"

This result was beyond his imagination and even unbelievable.

Yang Huai casually dispersed the golden spear formed by the magic power in his hand and said with a smile.

"Let's call it a draw. I know you must have some sharp weapons on you that you haven't taken out yet. If you do, I might be the one who loses!"

After saying this, he turned around and prepared to leave the stage, but deep down he was still somewhat happy.

It seems that his suffering was not in vain.

It was worth it that he was killed hundreds of times by the Shura evil ghost and broke his limits in the Jedi again and again.

Standing there, Feng Ying looked at Yang Huai's departing figure, and after a moment his voice sounded behind him.

"Qingli... Senior Brother, if you lose, you lose. You can say you were careless on the fighting stage, but if it's a life-and-death battle, who can care about these things with me!"

"From today on, you are my senior brother!"

Hearing this, Yang Huai paused, smiled slightly, waved at him, and then jumped off the stage.

At this time, on the performance stage, many core Taoist children of Guanhua Hall looked at this scene in dismay.

"Junior Brother Feng actually lost?"

The green-clothed girl Qingxian also looked at Yang Huaiyuan's receding figure with some surprise, with a hint of surprise in the depths of her eyes.

In her opinion, Feng Ying should not lose. Whether it is his profound magical powers or the secret techniques he has mastered, Feng Ying is stronger than the opponent.

Taoist Yuanlu looked at Yang Huai's departing figure with great interest, and seeing Qingxian's expression, he spoke softly.

"Junior Brother Feng underestimated the enemy. If he had not collided with Junior Brother Qingli with the Soul-Fixing and Soul-Slashing Technique, if he had directly used the Fuxi Divine View to protect his soul and deal with the opponent, it would not take long for Junior Brother Qingli to lose his ability to resist!"

He hit the nail on the head.

Feng Ying also felt an indescribable feeling in his heart at this moment.

It was he who taught Qingli's Soul-Fixing and Soul-Zanpakujutsu. The other party should have practiced it for much less time than him, but at this moment, he was even more powerful than him. If the collision had not shaken his soul, he would not have lost in one move and been completely defeated.

However, he also knew that the core of the Soul-Fixing and Soul-Slashing Technique was the state of killing, and Qingli had never left the Taoist temple, so how could he hone his state of killing? But he was also a smart man, and he had some vague guesses in his mind.

"Slaughterhouse!" He had a wry smile on his face. Perhaps the Taoist priests in the kitchen were behind the scenes helping him.

"Time is destiny!"

At this time, Yuanlu and several other Taoist children walked in from outside the venue. Feng Ying saw this and bowed.

"This battle has damaged the prestige of Guanhua Hall, and caused trouble for Brother Yuanlu and everyone else!"

Yuanlu's eyes were calm, and he said calmly, "It's okay. Junior Brother Qingli said it very well. You didn't use some of Feng's killing methods in this battle, otherwise he might not have won!"

After a slight pause, he patted Feng Ying on the shoulder and said.

"As far as I know, you have a very good relationship with Junior Brother Qingli. When you have time, please invite him to our Guanhua Hall!"

Feng Ying nodded.

"it is good!"

He knew that Yuanlu might have some intention of recruiting people. He had been competing for the core of the temple, and for this purpose he had been unremittingly recruiting the Taoist children to serve as his wings. Qingli showed a strong innate talent, so he must have been tempted.

As far as his eyes could see, Feng Ying also saw many Taoist children whispering to each other, including some famous and talented Taoist children, including several Taoist children from Yuanlu's rival camp.

……

In the Yang Family Paddock, the next day, Yang Huai opened his eyes, but there were bloodshot in them.

The internal conflict of living day and night in reverse, coupled with the fact that he was killed hundreds of times in the depths of the Soul-Slaying Jade Wall and had to constantly adjust his own state to deal with the attacks from the Shura evil ghosts at any time, he really felt exhausted.

Yuan Xiuxiu walked into the room at this time. She glanced at Yang Huai with a little surprise. This time when Yang Huai woke up, she felt that Yang Huai seemed to be unusually tired, but nothing happened at night, and she didn't do anything else...

She then spoke.

"Yang Huai, you should get some more sleep. Dad and Mom are fine for now. I'll take care of them for you!"

"Thank you for your hard work, my lady!"

Yang Huai nodded slightly, and immediately covered his head and went to sleep again. He really felt exhausted, so he quickly fell into a sound sleep.

A moment later, the complaining voice of Yang's mother was heard from the courtyard.

"Even though children love pleasure, they must know how to be moderate. Xiuxiu, you must also take care of Ah Da's health!"

"mother……"

In the small courtyard, Yuan Xiuxiu's fair face was a little flushed.

But I feel very wronged in my heart.

Mother Yang didn't say much. She looked at an old hen that was clucking and looking for a nest nearby, walked over quickly, caught it, and handed it to Yuan Xiuxiu, saying:
"Okay, kill this old hen and give it to Ah Da to nourish him. And add the herbs you dug!"

"Don't give this soup to Huan'er and A'yuan. If A'qing sees it, give it to A'da alone!"

Yuan Xiuxiu nodded and immediately moved aside.

The old donkey in the donkey shed next to him stood with his ears erect. He was so angry when he heard the words that he kicked his hooves and whined.

In the afternoon, Yang Huai was awakened by the strong smell of chicken soup from the kitchen. He twitched his nose slightly and opened his eyes. He turned over and got out of the bed. He put on his clothes and opened the door. He saw Yuan Xiuxiu fanning herself gently with a cattail leaf fan under the jujube tree and cooking chicken soup in a clay pot over a low fire. The air was filled with the aroma of medicine.

The beauty was already a feast to the eyes, and with the tempting aroma of the chicken soup, Yang Huai couldn't help but feel a great sense of satisfaction deep in his heart.

Life is like this, what else can I say?

"Yang Lang, are you awake?"

Seeing this, Yuan Xiuxiu stood up and took a porcelain bowl, poured Yang Huai a bowl of clear chicken soup, and added a few pieces of chicken nuggets that exuded a strong and refreshing aroma. At this moment, she suddenly smiled.

"Brother Huan is a very lucky person!"

Before Yang Huai had taken a few bites, he saw Yang Huan running back from the yard, noisy.

"Brother, sister-in-law, great joy, great joy!!"

He just walked into the yard and smelled the aroma of chicken soup in the air, and he couldn't take his eyes away!
(End of this chapter)