Jiang Yan’s face was frosty, and his whole body was full of alertness.
He picked up the black gold long sword used only by the inner disciples, held it lightly with a sword flower, and raised his eyes to look at Zhang Yi, who was careless, without any pretense.
With such an appearance, in Zhang Yi's eyes, he was a little raccoon slave who had just been weaned and had delicate features.
At this moment, this little thing is like a hairy one, shrugging its shoulders and baring its teeth, raising its tender fleshy claws from time to time, showing off its bluff.
Zhang Yi smiled. He was short of a big realm and a small realm. No matter what he did, this little raccoon slave could not escape from his grasp.
With victory in hand, Zhang Yi started to tease.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, we are destined to meet each other, why should we reject people thousands of miles away?"
Jiang Yan is so keen that he has noticed Zhang Yi's interest in him.
However, this interest is probably directed at his deceptive skin, and does not really regard him as an opponent.
The pear dimples on Jiang Yan's pretty face disappeared, her brows raised, and she said in a deep voice: "You talk nonsense on the stage. It seems that Fellow Daoist Zhang has never taken me into consideration!"
Hearing this, Zhang Yi felt a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Jiang Daoyou is beautiful, but his temper is a bit irritable and his voice is a little deeper.
In addition, Daoyou Jiang contracted a problem common to Guiyi monks at a young age - not understanding the style.
He still has to take action and give a little training to make Daoist Jiang understand how to be a good female cultivator!
Zhang Yi curled his lips and said with contempt, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, there is such a gap in cultivation between you and me. If I take action, you will either die or be disabled!"
As he said that, he glanced at Jiang Yan again.
With this glance, Zhang Yi discovered another shortcoming of this stunning beauty.
Daoyou Jiang’s figure is really nothing to look at.
"I, Zhang Yi, have always cared for women, so why not..." Zhang Yi said with a smile, "How about you call me good brother, and I will give you five moves to make your Guiyi faction lose better?"
Jiang Yan's silver teeth almost shattered. He used strength in his hands to tightly hold the standard long sword specially designed for inner disciples.
Does he have to borrow the Hehuan Sect's Taoist robe to wear it so that these monks can find out that he is a man?
Or...are these people in the world of cultivation really just like the leader of the Tianwu Sect, who do not stick to trivial matters and cater to both men and women?
Jiang Yan was too lazy to say anything else.
To put it bluntly, it was because of his low cultivation that Zhang Yi dared to speak so rudely.
If it were the incomparably beautiful and powerful Wu Lan, how many people in the world of cultivation would dare to flirt with her?
After Jiang Yan figured it out, he decided to fight quickly.
He took a step forward, spun around and flew to Zhang Yi's eyes, slashing his sword towards his heart.
Zhang Yi was slightly surprised, but calmly raised his sword to block it.
The spiritual sword was still in its scabbard, and a bright spark was created between the scabbard and Jiang Yan's black gold sword.
Jiang Yan turned his wrist and the spirit sword turned, and the tip of the sword fell straight down.
Zhang Yi was startled and quickly took a step back to avoid the spirit sword that hit the lower three paths.
"You are really kind-hearted! I wanted to form a good relationship with you and save you some dignity. Since you don't know how to cherish it, don't blame me for being rude!"
Zhang Yi waved his hand, and the spirit sword was unsheathed. As if commanded by his arm, it turned into a fiery red sword light and flew towards Jiang Yan.
With a stern look on his face, Jiang Yan followed Zhang Yi's sword and made a half circle. At the same time, his spiritual consciousness turned into an invisible needle and stabbed Zhang Yi who was attacking him with the sword in the air.
Taking advantage of the moment when he blocked the spiritual consciousness and relaxed slightly, Jiang Yan turned the tip of his sword, causing the sword light to spin.
The fiery red sword light returned a little faster than when it came.
But Zhang Yi had already recovered, reached out to grab the spirit sword, and only took two steps back before regaining his balance.
Jiang Yan's consciousness forcibly collided with Zhang Yi's, causing the sea of consciousness to tremble, and his face, which was originally as white as powder, became even more transparent.
Fortunately, he was prepared and had an extra soul-soothing pill in his hand.
Within a moment, the shock in the sea of consciousness had subsided, the soul became more stable, and the used spiritual power was also restored.
Wuling Island is surrounded by water. Compared with other islands, the water aura is more abundant.
At this moment, Wuling Mountain has not yet erupted, and the fire spirit has not yet reached its peak.
Just like Jiang Yan, who has the dual spiritual roots of water and earth, and Zhang Yi, who has the single fire spiritual root, they are in a stalemate.
The battle between the two continues, and the battles in the other seven arenas are also in full swing.
……
There are only two ways to end the competition between geniuses.
Either give up and admit defeat, or decide the winner.
However, the battles between monks in the Nascent Soul stage, life and death, are all won in the blink of an eye.
If I hadn't given up and surrendered before the fight started, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to speak again.
Unless the elder who leads the team in the transformation stage intervenes in the fight and saves his own talented disciple, the moment the elder takes action, it also means admitting defeat.
The Tianjiao battle not only tests the strength of the Tianjiao disciples, it is also a severe test for the elders who lead the team.
If you act too early, you may ruin the disciple's plan of showing weakness and luring the enemy; if you act too late, the disciple may have been seriously injured and died, unable to recover.
Therefore, most Tianjiao disciples will agree with their leader on signals, such as hand gestures, sword moves, or magic formulas... to name a few.
The monks who were watching gathered together in twos and threes, watching the fierce battle on the ring from a distance, and occasionally discussed it, but it was not as noisy as during the rookie meeting.
Seeing Jiang Yan and Zhang Yi going back and forth on the ring, it was hard to tell them apart, Lin Yige felt a little at ease.
With four senior fellow apprentices, Yu Weize, here, the three of them from the Guiyi faction will naturally not be in danger.
But the Lord of the Dark Alliance took action to protect the disciples of the Guiyi Sect, which is still a bit eye-catching and arousing people's imagination.
Therefore, Lin Yige's consciousness never left "Gu Xiaoyun", making him stare closely at Jiang Yan on the ring.
Once the signal is received, intervene.
At this time, Wen Caiwei had not yet entered the ring, and Wen Zongyi still maintained a cold attitude on his face, and asked questions from time to time.
"Has Caiwei really mastered the Guiyi Sword Technique?"
"If I remember correctly, she has reached the second level of Shuiyue Jinghua Jue, right?"
"Caiwei's Earth Fire Mingyi Sword does have a sword spirit, right?"
……
That worried look is like that of an old mother who hopes her son will succeed.
"Yes, yes, everything is ready. With Caiwei's ability, don't worry." Lin Yige said casually, somewhat absentmindedly, "Wen Caihe, she is also your niece, why don't you worry? Too much
You’re biased!”
Isn't Wen Zongyi afraid that there will be discord between sisters of the same race who are supposed to support each other?
"Where is my partiality?" Wen Zongyi spread his hands, with a look of helplessness on his face, "Caihe is 180 years old this year. She has been strong and healthy since she was a child. Caiwei's ten meals are not enough for her alone.
What Wei can sort out in one day, Caihe can't sort out in ten days!"
The children of the Wen family each have their own strengths. After determining their spiritual roots and entering Taoism, they will be trained according to their strengths.
"Originally, I planned to let Caiwei take charge of the entire Wen clan, while Caihe and several other contemporaries would be responsible for protecting the Wen clan. If there is a real fight, Caihe's strength will not be a problem."
After Wen Zongyi finished speaking, he sighed quietly.
This was all his plan when the relationship between him and Wu Lan was still ongoing. Talking about it now only adds to the sadness.