The person who gave the sacrifice suddenly changed to the person who gave the person reincarnation. Such a change was unexpected. But everyone quickly reacted. The two friends of the dead ghost didn't care that this was the center of the sacrifice hall. One of them drew his sword and rubbed his body.
On the other side, another person still came out with a spiritual weapon knife wheel that was spinning around, obviously he was always cooperating.
Hou Zi raised his sword and thrust it into the center of the sword wheel. The weak connection between the sword wheel and its owner was instantly broken. After all, it was only a spiritual weapon. The manipulation method was not controlled by spiritual consciousness. It was only guided by spiritual power.
Easily cracked.
This is the limitation of casual cultivators. The so-called spiritual weapons they think are great are actually not worth mentioning in front of the true disciples of the sect.
Taking advantage of the trend, the long sword and the wheel of the sword faced the sword holder who rushed towards him. The monk was shocked. He couldn't think of how to deal with this huge light wheel with his own long sword. His body twisted sharply and he couldn't care less.
Instead of attacking the enemy, I just got out of the way and felt the light wheel passing by me. I heard the screams of my companions. Before I could turn my head to look, I felt a cold sensation down my ribs and something sharp entered my body!
The one who issued the sword wheel was spun to death by the sword wheel, and the one who drew the long sword was struck to death by the long sword. After all, this could only be a single sword move, and the result was that both of them returned to the west.
This kind of swordsmanship is incredible; to accurately pick out the central weak point during the whirling cut of the sword, and instantly break the control of spiritual power, and then throw back to kill, and at the same time take away a life on the sword, there are too many hidden things in it.
many.
Someone from the Wen clan exclaimed, "You are a Quanzhen sword cultivator!"
Hou Zi had some free time, "It doesn't matter who I am! What's important is that everyone should follow the rules. If you don't follow the rules, I will send you down below to talk to Master Wen about the rules."
The Wen clan members became silent. They knew that their old uncle had a sword cultivator friend, but they didn't know who they were. They didn't expect that their old uncle actually placed resources in the hands of the sword cultivator. This would be difficult to handle.
No one dares to use force anymore, because they may have to face a demon door!
The casual cultivators were also shocked. They are brave and fierce, but it also depends on who the opponent is. Can dozens of cultivators win against one? Maybe, but at what cost? Is it worth it? Will it be possible in the end?
Will it become a waste of money?
The status of casual cultivators in the practice circle is like that of wild beasts in the wilderness. The first thing they need to ensure is not to get hurt. Just like those so-called ferocious beasts, they will also pick their opponents. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is not just a human quality. There is not enough
The temptation, without a firm belief and without a system to support it, who dares to get hurt easily?
Hou Zi knew their thoughts very well, because he was once one of countless casual cultivators.
"Since you won't say anything, then I will set a rule; since we are a cultivating family, of course we must speak with our strength, and anything else is false.
There are three monks from each branch and each lineage. To judge the winner or loser in terms of skills, at least one of the three must be a descendant of the Wen family. What is the meaning of inviting foreign aid?
The final winner gets three treasure gourds, the next two gourds, the third gourd, and the last two gourds. The remaining ten families get points. Do you have any objections?"
Hou Zi's words successfully aroused the desire to win among the thirteen members of the Wen family. In fact, even if he really handed over these treasure gourds, there would probably be a fight within the Wen family, otherwise they would never be able to separate.
Of course, the strong ones hope to get more, and the weak ones also hope to get a share of the pie through their own efforts. There are few who can truly remain unmoved and indifferent.
But this kind of distribution method still eliminated several lineages immediately. Without him, there are no monks in the lineage, what can be done?
If there are no monks in the cultivation system, how can we fight for cultivation resources? How can we support the banner of the Wen family? We can only wait until the end, and the ten losers will divide the two treasure gourds. Even though mosquitoes are small, they are still meat, so it is better to have something than nothing.
powerful.
At that time, four branches withdrew from the competition. To Hou Zi's surprise, there was actually a side branch with two monks, one Bigu and one Peiyuan.
This bloodline is also very stubborn. Not only did they withdraw from the competition, but they also gave up the opportunity to carve up the interests of the loser group. They announced on the spot that they would set up their own business and then turned around and left, which made people sit up and take notice.
There were still nine families left. After some fierce bargaining, a fierce competition of skills began.
In the beginning, they were all members of the same tribe, and there was courtesy and mercy between them. But as the war became more and more intense, the temptation of resources was extremely huge, and the Quanzhen envoy did not seem to be afraid of them killing each other.
Under the circumstances, the attack became ruthless, injuries began to occur, and then the first death occurred, and the situation became uncontrollable from then on.
The conflicts accumulated over hundreds of years were finally vented at this moment. Those old accounts, the sordid past, and the trivial details vividly reflected the essence of a big family. This is the harm of Yiyantang. When Wen Jing comes, all of this is gone.
Hidden under the iceberg, now that there is no suppression, when it breaks out, it is actually more cruel and bloody than against foreign enemies.
This competition lasted for a whole day and a whole night, everyone was injured, and most of them died. In fact, there was no outcome, because you couldn't ask a group of red-eyed people to tell the rules, so you lost.
It's unfair to win if you don't recognize it.
Hou Zi was in a dilemma, "You are making it difficult for me to choose? Otherwise, let's not distinguish between one, two, and three years, just the winner takes all, and the winner takes all!"
There was no need for him to instigate, everyone had already started to show off their real fire in one day, and now they just took this opportunity to solve it all at once!
They began to divide gangs and form alliances to seek confrontation. Those who lost suffered heavy losses and quit sadly, while those who won continued to split internally. In the end, even the family monks and outside monks originally had 2 or 30 people, but only three or five could still survive.
Standing still.
Finally, they felt something was wrong.
Eight gourds killing thirteen meridians has really become a reality!
"Where are the Quanzhen guests? Who saw it?"
Everyone looked at each other, speechless. The ferocious Quanzhen Sword Cultivator had disappeared at some point. The battle was fierce and no one noticed it. Fortunately, the treasure gourd was still there, precisely because the eight treasure gourds had been placed there.
When it came to the case, no one paid attention to that person.
A Wen monk was out of breath. He already had a bad premonition in his heart, but he didn't know where the premonition came from. He grabbed the case and picked up a treasure gourd, and his expression changed drastically!
This is not a container in the world of cultivation at all, but a toy used by street vendors to coax children. When cultivation has become the best way to make progress, everyone is proud to have a treasure gourd on their waist, just like little children.
The child is carrying a wooden sword and a wooden knife.
It is a gourd, but this gourd is not that gourd.
Then I picked up other treasure gourds and looked at them. The more I looked at them, the colder I became and the angrier I became. They were basically dead gourds. Except for a few gourd seeds occasionally, there was nothing!
"The evil thief of Quan Zhen betrayed his trust and escaped with the money!"
