Move the gold and body?!

Supernatural powers!

Looking at the figure that looked like ghosts and gods in the smoke and dust, there were sounds everywhere in the long street.

Those who can participate in the siege and kill in the Taoist temple today, even those who are secretly archers are not ordinary people. They have more or less heard of the "supernatural powers" and "Dao Fruit".

But no one has ever seen the supernatural powers of the six gates and Jinyiwei, including Zhao Qingchuan, Bu Lingxu, Tang Bailie, Qiu Zhanyu.

How can I not be shocked when I hear the "supernatural powers"?

"Super Power..."

Tang Bailie murmured.

What is supernatural power?

Only those who transcend the ordinary and cannot do anything ordinary means are called supernatural powers.

Mediate the creation, reverse the yin and yang, move the stars and change the fight, return to the sky and the sun, call the wind and rain, and draw the river into a land...

Thinking back on the various supernatural powers in the legend, he felt that these two words seemed to be as heavy as mountains and rivers, which made him feel heavy in his heart, making him breathless.

"He actually, actually..."

Looking at Jilong Mountain, which was slowly approaching like a ghost, the people who were watching the battle in the distance subconsciously took a few steps back.

Among them, there were also those who had no cognitive concepts about magical powers, but in one collision, the four famous Qingzhou arrested people were shocked to retreat and coughing up blood, which was enough to scare them.

"Although I haven't heard of it, I think it's extraordinary."

Chewing on the name of this magical power, Xu Wenji shook his head slightly:

"You have been in seclusion for several years to practice this magical power, right?"

The supernatural powers are mostly due to the fact that later generations are forced to make themselves famous. Therefore, most of the supernatural powers seem to be able to see something from the name.

For example, what he once guessed was made of steel.

At this time, after hearing this name, he naturally had some guesses about the magical power of Jilongshan.

As the dust gradually fell, Ji Longshan gently pulled down the top that was cut by the airflow, revealing the delicate body that was cast like a steel.

There were fist marks in his front heart and gun marks in his back heart. At this time, in full view of everyone, these two already shallow traces disappeared with the naked eye.

"The elder seems to have made a lot of information about God? Then what is the point of turning into steel? Could it be the magical power of someone in the court?"

Ji Longshan's heart moved and looked at Xu Wenji.

He had an adventure and rose very quickly, but his background was lower, and his understanding of Taoist fruit and magical powers was not as good as that of a court official like Xu Wenji.

"If you are interested, why not follow me to find a teahouse and chat slowly?"

Xu Wenji sighed.

He knew the power of his supernatural powers very well, and he knew the destructiveness of a martial arts master with attacking magical powers even more clearly.

If you want to take him down, you are afraid that the price you pay will be beyond your imagination.

"Hahaha!"

Ji Longshan smiled. He smiled very happily, and he didn't care about the masters of the court who were facing a great enemy. There was only Xu Wenji in his eyes:

"Does the elder think it's possible?"

"Is this a magical power..."

After looking at each other, Zhao Qingchuan and others became depressed.

With their current martial arts, how could they ever meet someone who dared to resist them with their physical body and join forces?

"Is this black iron?!"

A hoarse voice rang.

The old man, who was not as short as Jilong Mountain, spoke. He held the Xuan Iron Hundred Refining Sword, but he was the Wujian Killing Sword, known as the Captain Yu Xuan.

He looked at Ji Longshan and looked at the sword in his hand again. Although he was a little unbelievable, he still spoke:

"Although you don't know why, at this moment, you are like a divine weapon of 'Black Iron Hundred Refinings'..."

Black iron can be said to be the most famous rare metal among the people.

One or two black iron feet can be worth ten taels of gold. Although this is because Qingzhou's black iron production is not large, it can also be seen that it is valuable.

It is enough to hurt if ordinary people forge weapons and add one or two.

More than 60% of the whole body are black iron, which is the black iron sword weapon. Baizhuan is a saying that has been passed down from Zhujian Villa.

A mouthful of black iron is used to forge soldiers, the required black iron is the amount of chariots.

He has accumulated over the years and has only built a hundred forging troops in three feet, but Jilong Mountain...

"A hundred refinings of black iron!"

Zhao Qingchuan took a deep breath and felt his arms become more and more sore.

Although there are still thousands of forgings and ten thousand refinings above the Xuan Iron, the latter two are almost legendary. The Xuan Iron Armor is already the first-class magic weapon in Qingzhou and even the world.

If Ji Longshan's body is comparable to the Baizhuan Xuan Iron Soldier, who else can hurt him at all?

"In terms of martial arts, I can't match everyone in the public sect. If I don't have any support, how dare I come to Qingzhou City?"

Ji Longshan's tone was calm:

"It seems pretty good to try it out."

His talent is not bad, but his civil and military skills are the same as that, not because he has enough talent.

A few years ago, he had obviously surpassed these four people in the blood exchange level, but he was still forced to retreat by these four people. Even if he had not escaped into Changliu, he would have been captured and killed.

Why?

It is nothing more than that they came from public schools and all kinds of martial arts are in line with themselves, and everyone has excellent martial arts.

At that time, he had only one martial arts master, and was just a big deal.

The public is good at practicing, but it is not just about talking.

"No, you're not that far!"

Yu Xuan suddenly opened his mouth and raised the long sword with clear finger marks on the side:

"If not, you wouldn't have stopped my sword!"

Hearing this, Ji Longshan looked cold and there was no joy or anger:

"You can try it!"

There was silence on the long street, with a certain smell of falling needles.

“Very good, very good!”

Suddenly, Tang Bailie smiled:

"If you can see supernatural powers, you will die here today, and it will be no vain for someone Tang!"

call!

As the words echoed, Tang Bailie's eyes closed, and the swelling aura around him fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant. Immediately, the vigorous and fierce qi and blood erupted like a volcano.

"Old Tang!"

"Brother Tang!"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Qingchuan and the other two changed their expressions.

Blood and energy are the gathering of essences around the warrior. A sudden detonation will certainly erupt powerful forces beyond the usual, but the consequences are also extremely serious.

Either die or seriously injured!

boom!

There was only a thunderous explosion, and the old man, who looked like an old farmer, suddenly became straight, accompanied by harsh sound waves.

It rushed towards Jilong Mountain like an arrow:

"kill!"

"Fight with him!"

Zhao Qingchuan also roared, and his already majestic body also expanded. He stepped on his foot, twisted his body, and the sword light danced, running straight away like a tornado.

Bu Lingxu and his two men flicked their movements, and while red faces, they also erupted their most powerful tricks.

"Fang Qidao, haven't you come out yet? Then don't blame me..."

As the words floated, Ji Longshan's figure suddenly disappeared into everyone's eyes, and appeared again, and had already arrived in front of Tang Bailie.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

It was seen that Tang Bailie was thriving in his qi and blood, and he walked like a mad lion. His fists swept over the flow of wind and air, just like a meteor falling to the ground, with extremely strong potential energy.

However, his expression still did not change. He slapped it with a light palm, and there was no blood rushing or the wind shaking. It was as if he was drinking tea, just like slapping the goshawk on the tea table.
To be continued...