I Am Evergreen In the World of Cultivating Immortals

"...Are you Uncle Lu?"

Lu Changan followed the voice, and looked at the Fengguo Foundation Establishment cultivator who spoke.

It was a man in a long gown who was nearly thirty years old, with a handsome and fair face, a straight figure, and a dignified appearance.

If this person is a few years younger, his appearance and temperament are somewhat similar to Lu Changan.

"Nephew Jiu'an?"

Lu Changan showed surprise, he did not expect that "Mu Jiu'an", who had talked with Li Erqing a few days ago, would encounter him in this situation.

The last time I met Mu Jiu'an was a sixty years ago.

At that time, Mu Jiu'an was a disciple of the elder Jinyangzong, and together with his Taoist concubine Yu Yufu, he came to Wuqi Mountain to visit Lu Chang'an, and once sent him a tribute of considerable value.

However, Mu Jiuan was reluctant to visit Lu Changan because of his father's urging.

There is no real uncle and nephew relationship between the two parties.

Because he was taken to Feng country when he was young, and married a wife to cultivate immortality in Jinyangzong, Mu Jiu'an naturally felt alienated from Liang country and even relatives and friends from his father's generation.

Coupled with the long distance and the hostility between the two countries, it can be regarded as the severance of communication.

"Junior Brother Jiu'an, do you know this person?"

In the team, a red-robed man in the late stage of foundation establishment said with a slight frown.

Mu Jiuan looked embarrassed, forced a smile, and said via voice transmission:

"Brother Guang, this is one of my elders in the Liang Kingdom. Uncle Lu is just a casual cultivator, not a member of the sect. Can you let him go?"

"As your elder, with a youthful face at such an age, a disciple of a sect with Xuanshui Turtle as his mount, and whose magic power exceeds that of ordinary sects... Are you sure he is just an insignificant casual cultivator?"

Senior Brother Guang sneered, his tone was not kind, and he had doubts.

"Junior Brother Jiu'an! Earlier we chose to attack Fengye Huang's family as a warning to everyone else. Moreover, we have given you enough face by not attacking your father's family."

"Now, not only did you fail to instigate the mu family of Feiyue Lake, but you want to save another elder who has no blood relationship with you?"

Mu Jiu'an opened his mouth, speechless.

In the early years, he was accepted as a disciple by the elder of the Jinyang Sect, and married the elder's granddaughter. He was like a fish in water in the sect, and got a lot of tilt in resources.

However, twenty years ago, Mu Jiu'an, the elder master of the late Zhendan period, unfortunately fell in the battle of cultivating immortals.

Although there are still some contacts from the same sect, the situation and treatment in the sect is not as good as before.

Otherwise, he would not have performed dangerous missions in enemy territory.

Although I also want to fight for the military exploits and compete for the resources of the alchemy.

"Jiu'an, since he is an old person you know, the old man is the master, and leave him a way out."

An old voice came.

In the dense forest half a mile away from Lu Changan's back, an old man in a green robe appeared out of thin air among the treetops.

"A real person who is good at concealment?"

Lu Changan felt a shudder down his spine, because he had only just discovered the location of this person.

Being able to penetrate behind the enemy's front line and lead a team to perform tasks, the leader naturally has a unique ability.

"Uncle Xie Lu!"

Mu Jiu'an looked happy, and all the foundation-building monks bowed to salute.

"However, it is already an exception to leave someone alive. If this person is allowed to leave without cost, this old man will not be convinced!"

Uncle Lu changed the topic, stared at Lu Changan who was riding a big tortoise with his long and narrow eyes, and said coldly:

"Hand over the storage bag, leave the water turtle... go away!"

Hearing this, Mu Jiu'an's face changed slightly, and he didn't plead any more.

Spiritual pet mounts, belongings in storage bags, these are all belongings outside the body.

To save Lu Chang'an's life, he thought he had done his best.

"Nephew Jiu'an, we will meet later."

Lu Changan said goodbye to Mu Jiuan with a smile on his face.

The Fengguo monks who were present thought he had given in.

However, Lu Changan did not hand over the storage bag, took out a quasi-third-order blue talisman, and shot it under the belly of the Xuanshui turtle.

Wow! boom!

A huge dark blue wave, surrounded by a turtle and a person, rushed towards the left side of the front.

The fake alchemy real person from Feng Kingdom was at the rear, and Lu Changan chose to break out from the encirclement.

Mu Jiuan was on the right side of the front, and Lu Changan didn't want to embarrass him, so he chose the left side of the front as the breakthrough point.

The quasi-third-level water spell was terrifying, and it changed the color of the three foundation cultivators on that side.

With the help of the waves of the water system from the same source, the Xuanshui turtle's flying speed increased greatly, faintly surpassing the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment.

"Block!"

"Brother Guang", who had a bad relationship with Mu Jiu'an, had a fierce voice, and sacrificed a prototype of a magic weapon in the shape of an iron ring, which turned into a giant wheel of six or seven feet, shining with dazzling brilliance, and shot to intercept Lu Chang'an.

Accompanying Senior Brother Guang to make the move, there were also three mid-stage Foundation Establishment monks.

Puff puff!

The dark blue giant wave was blocked by the prototype of the magic weapon of Senior Brother Guang and the top-grade magic weapons of the three foundation-builders.

"As expected of the elite foundation building of the Nascent Soul Sect, facing fake alchemy-level spells calmly."

Lu Changan calmed down and patted the storage bag lightly.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three puppets, floating on the blue waves.

At the top is the turtle puppet at the top of the second rank.

After that, there are two archer puppets, namely the second-tier top-rank and the second-tier top-tier.

There was a loud bang.

The tortoise puppet rushed over and knocked Senior Brother Guang's iron ring-shaped magic weapon away several feet away.

Brother Guang was shocked, he stabilized the prototype of the magic weapon with dim aura, and found that the turtle puppet was not injured at all.

"So tough! The defensive power of this turtle puppet is comparable to that of a quasi-third-order monster!"

Brother Guang, who was in the late stage of foundation establishment, was barely parrying under the tyrannical impact of the turtle puppet, and his figure kept retreating.

At the same time, the long-range attack of the two bow and arrow puppets and the water ripple spell cast by the mysterious water turtle suppressed the other three monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

This scene made Mu Jiuan and the others on the other side lose their minds.

With only one person's power, Lu Chang'an suppressed the four sect's foundation-building elites, including Senior Brother Guang who controlled the prototype of the magic weapon.

Mu Jiu'an knew that Senior Brother Guang was half as strong as himself.

Mu Jiu'an didn't make a move because of his elders. The two foundation builders beside him had a good relationship with him, and Lu Changan was hesitant to break through in a direction other than this.

And the next scene made them very grateful for their decision.

"Whoever blocks the way dies!"

Lu Changan scolded loudly and waved his sleeve robe.

laugh--

Accompanied by the spiritual fluctuations at the magic weapon level, a gilded half-moon black sword light rode the wind and waves, passing several foundation-building monks in Feng Kingdom.

"not good!"

Uncle Lu, who was slowly approaching from behind, suddenly changed his expression.

The power of this knife is obviously beyond the prototype of the ordinary magic weapon, and it can stand up to the fake real person.

"Ah! Ah!"

Where the blade light passed, the body shield shattered, blood splattered, and the corpse split.

The two mid-stage foundation-builders who were suppressed by the puppets were caught off guard and hated on the spot.

"hiss!"

The third cultivator in Foundation Establishment sacrificed a life-saving talisman at a critical moment to block the remaining power of the black gold sword light, and was injured himself, losing an arm.

It's just that he didn't hold on for a while, and was pierced through the head by a long-range arrow from the second-tier top bow and arrow puppet, his body froze, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

Three people in the middle stage of foundation establishment were killed by Lu Chang'an in just two breaths.

In the direction of breaking out, only Senior Brother Guang, who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, remained.

"Junior Brother Jiu'an, save me—"

Brother Guang's scalp was numb, and he shouted for help.

Three Zhuji died, and he was beaten by three powerful puppets and black water turtles alone. The prototype of the magic weapon controlled by him was weak.

He sacrificed a quasi-third-order talisman, and under the siege, the aura suddenly dimmed, almost shattered in his breath.

laugh!

At this time, Lu Chang'an controlled the prototype of the magic weapon, and the light from the black gold scimitar slashed to his face.

"stop!"

Uncle Lu, who is a fake real person, rushed over from the rear, frightened and angry.

"snort!"

Lu Changan snorted coldly, like the sound of thunder.

Brother Guang froze for a moment when he took out the second amulet.

The next moment, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Brother Guang!"

Mu Jiuan gasped and shuddered.

He watched helplessly that Senior Brother Guang, who was at odds with him, was split in two from head to body, top to bottom.

In the gap where Lu Changan killed four foundation builders successively.

Squeak!

An orange-purple rat demon flashed quickly on the ground and mid-air, picking up the storage bags of these people one by one.

It was almost as soon as Lu Chang'an had finished beheading that the rock rat delivered the spoils to the turtle's back.

"Um."

Lu Changan nodded with a smile, put away the spoils, and glanced at Mu Jiuan on the right.

"Uncle Lu..."

Mu Jiuan's pupils shrank, his throat squirmed, a smile appeared on his face, and his body instinctively stepped back.

Looking at this youthful, peaceful and indifferent Uncle Lu, his heart was shocked, and he felt an unspeakable sense of fear and strangeness.

His father, Li Erqing, was grateful and respectful to this Uncle Lu. He once disapproved and reluctantly went to visit him.

If there was no visit back then, the two would not have known each other at all.

So in today's encounter, Lu Chang'an made a move without any scruples, and Mu Jiu'an might end up in the same ending as Senior Brother Guang and the other four.

...

"Who is your Excellency, who dares to kill my Jinyangzong monk!"

Accompanied by the spiritual pressure of the fake real person, the ghostly figure of the green-robed old man rushed to the scene.

"Lu is just a casual cultivator."

Lu Changan let the turtle puppet stand behind him, and the two bow and arrow puppets were on both sides.

The strength he showed just now, combined with the powerful puppet lineup, is enough to stand up to the fake real person.

Uncle Lu suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and out of some scruples, he sacrificed the magic weapon, but he didn't dare to do it lightly.

He naturally didn't believe that Lu Changan was just an ordinary casual cultivator, so he probably had a lot of background.

If he knew that Lu Changan had such strength, Uncle Lu would never dare to make such a decision.

Their team of monks, lurking behind the battlefield in Liang Guo, mainly instigated rebellion and secretly rebelled, and did not have the capital to directly confront Liang Guo's sect.

In essence, it is guerrilla warfare, avoiding the real and using the false.

"Uncle Lu."

Mu Jiu'an's three Foundation Establishment monks breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to join them.

Lu Changan didn't stop him either.

"Thinking of Jiu'an's little nephew's affection, I will leave you to wait for a way out today."

Lu Changan's eyes glanced over Lu Shishu and Mu Jiu'an lightly.

Swish!

With a wave of his sleeve robe, Lu Changan put away the puppet and sat on the Xuanshui turtle.

Along the original route, the big dark blue tortoise, carrying the calm man in white, stepped on the waves and broke through the sky.

Watching the one person and one tortoise going away, Uncle Lu's expression was uncertain.

Even though Lu Changan took the puppet, he still didn't dare to make a move.

Looking at Lu Changan's calm and unhurried posture, he felt that the other party still had more strength and was unfathomable.

"Uncle Lu, what should we do now?"

"Collect the corpse, evacuate the scene!"

Uncle Lu gritted his teeth and made a decision.

With Lu Chang'an's strength and means, he only needs to entangle them. With the support of Liang Guozong's sect, this group of Feng Guo elite monks who have gone deep alone will not escape catastrophe.

What Lu Changan said before he left was not an exaggeration.

After collecting the corpses of their fellow disciples, this group of elite monks from Feng Kingdom evacuated quickly.

"Uncle Lu..."

On the way, Mu Jiu'an noticed the deep eyes of the real green robe looking at him, and lowered his head in shame.

Uncle Lu looked at him meaningfully:

"Don't blame yourself. If you weren't this person's junior, we might all be buried in Liang Guo..."