In just a few breaths, Xuan Ye once again opened a distance of 300 meters. As long as he could maintain the distance, the withered old man's attack would not be able to hit him.
But the speed of the tree roots was obviously much faster, so he could only hold a long pen and chop off the big trees on the road, hoping to resist for a while.
However, the sound behind him was getting closer and closer. Xuan Ye knew that there was no point in running. The moment he turned around, he wrote the word "Boom" three times in a row!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The blast hit the tree root and opened three small gaps, but it could not stop the wave that was several meters high.
The withered old man spared no effort this time. The bone staff in his hand sprang out like a poisonous snake and struck straight at the young man's forehead.
Xuan Ye held back a breath, betting that his body could withstand this fatal blow at this moment. The long pen in his hand lit up with green light, and he swung dozens of energy-weakening bone staffs out of thin air.
With a "boom" sound, the bone staff broke through the energy and hit the long pen that protected Xuan Ye's head.
He immediately flew out, feeling the blood and blood surge inside his body, and a fishy smell came up from his lower abdomen, which he forced down again.
At the same time, with the force of the rebound, he pushed against the trees on both sides and jumped five hundred meters away in one breath.
The old man with bones realized immediately that the bottle of spiritual saliva he drank in front of him was not the last bottle. The little beast went through another physical exercise later!
He screamed in anger and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became a little sluggish.
"Little beast, I swear to kill you!"
When Xuan Ye heard the shouting, a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. He didn't dare to hold back anymore and took out "Thousand Spirits Strategy" to summon the white bird.
There was a "rumbling" sound in the woods, and the withered old man mobilized his demonic power to roll the wave bigger and bigger, rolling up even the land wherever it passed.
After a while, the wave rolled to a height of tens of meters, and he was swaying in mid-air like a candle in the wind.
At this moment, a soft chirping sounded, and a white bird rose straight from the woods into the blue sky. Its graceful figure was like a messenger flying in the wind. No matter how high the waves were, it could not stop its light wings.
"Old Shutou, I have a bottle of spiritual saliva here!" Xuan Ye waved the bottle in his hand, opened the lid, drank it all, and did not forget to sigh at the skeletal old man.
The old man with withered bones couldn't hold himself tight at all, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out seven or eight meters away, and the wave beneath his feet dispersed with a crash.
He held on for a moment, watching Xuan Ye go away, his body trembled, and he fell to the ground.
Far in the sky.
Xuan Ye put the bottle of nectar into his arms, looked at the vast world, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
I thought that what I had just done seemed a bit too much, but when I thought that Gu Meier's life or death was still uncertain, a chill came out of my heart.
In order to prevent the withered old man from catching up, he flew out of Qianling Mountain in one breath before taking back the white bird.
After landing, he threw himself directly into a pile of grass and passed out immediately because his spiritual power was exhausted.
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When Xuan Ye woke up again, the sound of rolling wheels could be heard in his ears, and the aroma of straw was still on his nose.
"Hey, little brother, you're awake!"
"Oh, how could you sleep in such a barren mountain? I was so scared that I jumped. Fortunately, I felt that you were still breathing, so I carried you to the car."
Xuan Ye covered his sore head. It may be that he had not recovered from his injuries from yesterday's fight with the withered old man. In addition, his spiritual power was exhausted. At this moment, he found that his body could not exert any strength.
He slowly sat up and found that he was already on the avenue. The person who had just spoken to him was a middle-aged uncle in his early fifties.
"Uncle, where are we?" he asked.
"It's on the rural road. In front of it is Lijia Village. You can reach it just over the mountains." The uncle smiled and waved his bamboo whip to make the cattle go faster.
Xuan Ye didn't know where this place was, and his body hadn't recovered yet, so he could only wait until he got to Lijiacun before making any plans.
At nightfall, he handed a small bottle of wine to his uncle, saying it was a secret healing medicine passed down from his ancestors. Then he found out that this place was only sixty miles away from Kuili City, and quietly set off eastward.
The sixty-mile journey would only take a day and a half with a fast horse.
However, Xuan Ye chose to walk because of his injury, which required four days.
Most importantly, he believes that walking is also a kind of practice, which can not only sharpen your temper, but also calm your restless spiritual energy.
Four days later, Xuan Ye came to the gate of Kuili City in disgrace. Except for receiving a cold look from the guards guarding the city, he entered the city smoothly.
After entering the city, Xuan Ye walked around for a while to make sure that no one from the Biling Sect was following him, then quietly walked into a cloth shop, changed into a knight's outfit, then went to the blacksmith shop to buy a long sword, and then went to Qianjimen.
Walk to the station.
Different from Bi Ling Sect, Qian Ji Sect is much weaker as a whole, but it has many disciples, more than the three major families of Shan Yin City combined.
Ordinary sects, such as Bi Ling Sect, will screen entry disciples layer by layer, once every ten years.
Qianjimen is more like a Jianghu faction. It will open an arena every two months to recruit new blood. Although the top strength is small, it can't handle the large number of people!
At the same time, it has the structure of a sect, and the leader of the Qianji Sect also has the cultivation level of the Hunling Stage, so it can also be called a force.
By coincidence, Qianjimen just happened to set up an arena in the square in front of the mountain gate, and it was already crowded with people. Not only were there people who wanted to compete, but even the people in the city came here to join in the fun.
Xuan Ye squeezed through the crowd, came to the registration office, and randomly picked up a name to participate.
"Li Chuyi?" The mustache who wrote the watch frowned slightly, looked up and saw Xuan Ye holding a sword, and curled his lips disdainfully. "I signed the life and death certificate. Martial arts cultivators are strict. You must be in the top three before you can join Qian.
Machine door."
Xuan Ye didn't care and wrote down the three words "Li Chuyi" generously.
"Tsk tsk tsk, your calligraphy is quite good. Is it possible that you are a martial artist and have a habit of practicing calligraphy?"
Xuan Ye was shocked, forgetting that there was such a thing, but there was no change on the surface. He said coldly: "I learned martial arts only after I couldn't master writing skills."
As soon as he walked away, the mustache spat. "A mere martial artist came to compete, he deserves to be beaten to death!"
After a while, the competition began. Xuan Ye was in line for the second one. The first one was with two scholars, who looked like they were descendants of aristocratic families.
Both of them are writing practitioners, one is in the late stage of Qi Condensation, while the other is in the clear form stage.
The outcome was obvious, but the white-clothed scholar in the Ming Dynasty was ruthless. After the opponent admitted defeat, he continued to use his energy and shattered the opponent's hand bones.
After this battle, the brush cultivator in the late stage of Qi Condensation may have no choice but to find another way to make a living, and will no longer be able to take the path of brush cultivator.
Hearing the screams on the stage, the onlookers cheered even more, as if they came just for this.
At the beginning of the second round, the person competing with Xuan Ye was also a member of an aristocratic family, named Lian Ze. When he saw him coming up with a sword in his arms, there was a lot of disdain in his eyes.
As the gong sounded, Lian Ze immediately took up his pen and quickly drew the word "break".
He has been practicing this move for a long time. Although he is only at the middle stage of Qi Condensation, after practicing day and night, his speed is much faster than ordinary pen practice.
Even in the Ming Dynasty, he can't write as fast as him!
However, just after Lian Ze finished drawing the broken characters, an exclamation came from his ears.
It was clear that he only had a few breaths of time, but the knight holding the sword disappeared!
"With crooked pen and incorrect handwriting, there is no benefit in just pursuing speed!"
Xuan Ye's cold words sounded behind Lian Ze, and at the same time he swung the long sword that had not been unsheathed and swung it fiercely.
"Bang!"
The sound was as loud as thunder on the ground, and the sound of the slap was like the sound of a bell in the middle of the night.
Seeing Lian Ze's figure taking off, the lines of blood flying in the air, and the visible red mark of the sword scabbard on his face. The onlookers covered their faces one after another, as if they could feel pain just by looking at it.
With a "click" sound, the figure fell down the ring, and there was silence. It was not until Xuan Ye came off the stage that a tsunami-like cry sounded.
"Too strong, I'll stake five taels of silver on this knight!"
"I want to deposit ten liang!"
Listening to the call for bets from the audience, Xuan Ye leaned under the big tree and suddenly noticed a gaze staring closely at him. When he turned his head to look, the gaze mysteriously disappeared into the crowd.
At this time, in the small house in front of the mountain gate, an old man looked through the window and saw the scene just now, his face seemed to be deep in thought.
"Elder, there are seven or eight figures!" A disciple hurriedly came to report.
The old man looked away and said coldly: "Let's arrange for Han Feng to sneak into the ring and fight with him, so as to find out his true strength."
After the disciple retreated, the old man looked at the portrait on the table and turned his eyes to the ring again.
The competition went quickly. After one round, Xuan Ye came on stage again and faced the scholar in white named Ye Chen.
Even if Xuan Ye won the first round, Ye Chen did not take Xuan Ye seriously, with a look of arrogance on his eyebrows.
After all, Lianze is only in the middle stage of Qi Condensation, and with his cultivation in the middle stage of clear form, he can kill instantly with one strike.
In addition, martial arts cultivation is already stronger than pen cultivation in the early stage, but the upper limit is too low.
So Ye Chen concluded that Xuan Ye's cultivation level should be in the early stage of Ming Shao. Considering that the early stage of martial arts cultivation is relatively strong, it can be compared to the ordinary middle stage of Ming Shao.
But he is different. He comes from the Ye family, the largest family in Kuilicheng. He has first-class resources and connections. The Qiuguang pen in his hand alone cost five thousand taels!
Perhaps he was too confident, so he subconsciously said: "Just a martial artist, what are you comparing to me?"
Xuan Ye was stunned. He originally thought that this Ye Chen was a ruthless person, but now he looked arrogant and arrogant, and his heart was as high as the sky, which just allowed him to see the dangers of the world.
As the gong sounded, Ye Chen waved his Qiuguang pen, stepped out, gathered Mo Feng and went straight to kill Xuan Ye.
This scene shocked the audience.
As a writing cultivator, you dare to compete with a martial arts cultivator before you reach the stage of transformation. How arrogant is this!
"Could it be that I made the wrong bet?"
"No, this young man in white is the third young master of the Ye family. He is here for the top spot this time!"
"That's right, don't look at the first scene, how relaxed and happy the third young master of the Ye family is!"
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"Die!" Ye Chen waved confidently, and a ray of golden light flashed from the Mo Feng in his hand, and his speed and strength increased several times compared to the first battle.
Only then did Xuan Ye understand where the arrogance of this noble man came from. It all came from that pen!
Although he had long heard that spiritual pens forged from rare materials could exert special powers, he was only in the Qi Condensation stage at that time and always felt that it was very far away.
Now that it suddenly appeared in front of me, I was surprised.
Seeing Mo Feng's attack, he quickly bent back and lifted the scabbard in his hand forward, landing heavily between Ye Chen's legs!