Seeing Yang Zhen appear on the stage, Yin Nanxing said no, but her body was very honest.
He looked contemptuous: "You, an outer disciple, dare to fight me in the middle of Qi training? You are seeking death!"
At the same time, he drew out the sword with a "swish" sound and hooked his fingers, which means you come here.
He has long wanted to teach the young man in front of him a lesson.
In his opinion, Zhao Yuer'er is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old yellow-haired girl who has just begun to fall in love, so there is no reason why she should not like him.
Unless this troublesome guy is there to confuse you.
As long as he is beaten, preferably badly, and humiliated, the little girl will definitely kick him away.
No one likes a coward.
At that time, it is the time to show your beauty, wisdom, family background and cultivation.
Finally, the beauty is embraced.
Thinking of this, he wished that Yang Zhen would come on stage quickly and let him step on her feet.
However, the dispute between the two parties finally caused everyone to dissuade them.
A junior brother advised: "Senior Brother Yin, we are all having a banquet tonight, why should we lose our interest over a trivial matter?"
There are also those who talk about rules: "You two are from the same sect. The sect strictly prohibits disciples from fighting in private, so please stop!"
There are also those who analyze the consequences: "Senior Brother Yin, you have perfected your qi training, and you have the highest level of cultivation here. If a fight breaks out and spreads to the surrounding areas, we don't have Brother Ji Zhu to help us carry it!"
The last two sentences are very reasonable, and even Yin Nanxing cannot ignore them.
Yang Zhen doesn't care. If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, he won't take the initiative to provoke.
If the situation continues to develop like this, there is a real possibility that the fight will not be won.
However, Yan Hongzhu's words made Yin Nanxing make up his mind.
"Senior Brother Yin," she opened her red lips and said through the voice: "Ziyunhua, please contribute."
Her original intention was to remind Yin Nanxing: Ziyunhua, contribution is the most important thing, don't get entangled in these small things.
Unexpectedly, when these words reached Yin Nanxing's ears, they had the opposite effect.
What he was thinking was that I was the leader of collecting purple cloud flowers this time, so I had to establish my authority, otherwise what would I do if someone didn’t listen to me?
Who should I turn to to establish my authority? Naturally, it is the middle stage of Qi training. Is there any better person to control than this?
Thinking of this, he decided to continue to stimulate Yang Zhen: "Boy, kowtow to your grandfather three times and forget it for today."
"Okay!" Yang Zhen smiled: "How do you kowtow? Senior brother is very knowledgeable, why don't you demonstrate it first?"
"You -" Yin Nanxing was proud in his heart, but on the surface he was furious: "No one can stop me! If I don't teach this kid a lesson today, people will say that my Yunxiao Sect has no rules!"
He is not stupid either. Once he said this, it was really hard for everyone to persuade him.
In this way, the two faced each other in the center of the circle, and a battle was inevitable.
But then someone jumped out again.
"Two senior brothers!" Wang Shaoyu was the one who spoke: "There is no senior brother Zhuji here today. If a fight breaks out, it will be difficult to control!"
Then he suggested: "It's better to stop at two points and not use any offensive spells. This way it won't hurt the harmony. Can you guys agree?"
His last words were addressed to everyone at the party.
This suggestion was very reasonable and immediately won a lot of support.
Yang Zhen was secretly amused. Who wouldn’t be able to find someone for help? The one I’m looking for is no worse than the one you Yin Nanxing is looking for!
Although the monks who have perfected their qi training and the late first-order monsters are at the same level, they are completely on two different levels.
The methods of monsters are simple, most of them are well-known and easier to deal with. However, the methods of monks are endless, especially the higher the cultivation level, the more changes there are.
Yang Zhen was not so arrogant that she could definitely win against the guy in front of her. He told the little girl "win with three moves", and the idea was to fight hand to hand.
Exploiting strengths and avoiding weaknesses is the way to win.
Yin Nanxing was a little hesitant. If he didn't use spells to attack, his advantage would be reduced by more than half. But if he had to use spells, he might accidentally injure others.
As for advising everyone to stay away, why should they listen to you when they are sitting still?
Yang Zhen saw that his face was changing, so she took the opportunity to light another fire:
"Senior Brother Yin," he shouted loudly: "If you think you can't defeat me without relying on your cultivation, then just use magic! After all, you are senior brother, you have the final say!"
"Presumptuous!" Yin Nanxing was furious, this time he was really angry: "I don't even use magic, I will still destroy you!"
So the two parties agreed that no offensive spells could be used, and defense was certainly possible. However, Yang Zhen added another point, that no second-level magic weapons were allowed, and neither defense nor offense was allowed.
In order to show his sincerity, he took out his robe that automatically triggered the second level defense and threw it to Zhao Yuqi who was following him.
Such a magical robe costs at least three to four thousand spiritual stones. When Yin Nanxing saw him throwing such a magical weapon casually, he was shocked in his heart.
He also threw down his coat, wrist guards, and flying sword in his hand, and replaced them with low-level equipment.
When they were ready, the two faced each other again, and Dai Miaocheng was invited to serve as the referee.
The audience suddenly became quiet, and everyone's face was full of interest.
Fighting is much more interesting than that kind of performance!
At the command, Yin Nanxing shook the sword in his hand and took the lead in attacking!
He wants to fight quickly and defeat the opponent with one move, so that he can show his ability.
The sword glowed like snow and the edge was as sharp as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the long sword had arrived in front of Yang Zhen!
Yang Zhen was shocked. She didn't expect that this young master's swordsmanship was so fast!
Fortunately, he has been practicing [Wind Shadow Stick] hard these days, and [Sun Never Moves Shadow] has almost become a subconscious reaction. In a flash of thought, he has already dodged aside, and at the same time, he lengthened the stick a little and hit the opponent's waist and abdomen!
The two of them were instantly separated.
The two parties exchanged positions and stood again, both looking a little horrified.
Yang Zhen looked down and saw that there was a sharp cut in the upper left corner of her coat.
If you react any slower, you will end up with a sword in your chest!
Yin Nanxing was even more frightened. His waist and abdomen had just been swept by the strong wind of Yang Zhen's long stick, and he felt a burning pain.
This kid is so fast and strong!
Both of them showed some caution on their faces. They didn't take any action for a while, but just stared at each other cautiously.
However, Yang Zhen can wait, but Yin Nanxing cannot keep wasting time like this.
Fighting against a mere mid-stage Qi practitioner, every delay in breathing is a humiliation to him.
He decided to use a unique move to end the battle as soon as possible.
This move is called [Silent as Thunder]. It uses all the strength on the sword to make the sword come out like a silver dragon and a jade rainbow, lightning and thunder, and it is several times faster than before! p>
The longer this move takes to brew, the faster it becomes. It's like a silent person leaving lightning and thunder behind you before you know it, leaving you unable to react at all.
However, Yin Nanxing has been practicing for more than half a year, and he is just getting started. Ten breaths of time is the limit of his ability to accumulate momentum.
Now, the time has come!
He shouted loudly and took action with his long sword. The wild crow light was as cold as thunder and lightning!
"Poof!"
"Bang!"
The two sides collided, and the outcome was decided!