A cold look flashed across Sheng Sheng's face, "Despicable means."
"Hiss..." Countless small dark red snakes emerged from the grass.
Mo Xuan had already drawn out his sword and was about to kill him. Mu Qianxi waved his hand and said, "It would be a pity to kill him. This is the Nine Yin Snake carefully cultivated by others!"
These snakes are not good to deal with, they are very vicious, but at this time Mu Qianxi still had a faint smile on her face.
She took out a bottle of elixir from the space and sprinkled it on the ground.
"Susu..." Those Nine Yin snakes in the grass came running as fast as they could.
They began to compete for these pills, and Mu Qianxi used her soul power to form a connection with them.
"Stay in the yard obediently. When it's time to go back, go back to your master."
Soon, these Nine Yin snakes hid in the grass again.
Mo Xuan's mouth twitched slightly and said: "You still let them stay here."
Mo Xuan knew what Mu Qianxi must have done and would never let the person behind the scenes go, but let these Nine Yin Snakes stay here...
The corners of Mu Qianxi's mouth raised slightly, "Could it be that the famous Mr. Bai Ze, a genius alchemist, is afraid of these poisons? It's just a night's sleep, no big deal."
"Good night! As a patient, go back to your room and rest early!"
Mu Qianxi closed the door and went to sleep without any psychological shadow.
But Mo Xuan couldn't sleep all night, and he said helplessly: "It must be intentional."
The next day, the dark red mist in the courtyard had disappeared, and the Nine Yin Snakes had also returned.
"Xiaoyue, it's done!"
"That's good. There's going to be a good show today."
Early in the morning, Mu Qianxi looked at Mo Xuan and said with a joking smile: "You have dark circles under your eyes. You didn't sleep well last night. Do you want me to make some potion for you and apply it on it?"
Mo Xuan said calmly: "No need, no one can see that I am wearing a mask anyway."
"To make up for your lack of sleep all night, I'll treat you to a free show today!"
"Not very interested."
The two once again went to the Guansai Pavilion, the venue for this competition. Today's exchange meeting was naturally a fierce collision between the top talents in the Southeast Region.
At the beginning, the direct disciples of the five major sects fought against each other. Of course, this was just an appetizer.
A black figure flew toward the competition stage like lightning, and everyone was in an uproar.
"The number one disciple of the five major sects has finally taken action. This is Lei Lin, a disciple of the Thunder Sect."
In this exchange meeting, the top disciples of the five major sects never made a move, but absolutely no one underestimated their strength.
At this time, Leylin's eyes fell on Mr. Bai Ze's viewing seat, and he said: "Miss Mu, I'm tired of fighting with the other four guys, so I'm more interested in you. Can you come and have a fight?"
The wheels are high and low.”
"No problem!" Mu Qianxi agreed readily. Ziying jumped out in a flash and landed calmly on the competition stage.
"It's time to start!" She smiled faintly.
"good!"
In the midst of the flint and lightning, the thunder cloud hammer suddenly rushed towards Mu Qianxi. The whole person of the thunder cloud was covered by the power of thunder and lightning, and the speed was as fast as lightning. Mu Qianxi, who wanted to hit him, was caught off guard.
Leylin is a lightning elemental spiritual master and a seventh-level peak spiritual sect.
Which is faster, the wind or the lightning?
Everyone stared intently at the two figures on the competition stage.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and Mu Qianxi appeared unscathed on another side of the competition stage. Leylin's attack failed.
The wind was faster than the thunder, and Leylin's face showed a solemn look.
Not only him, the other four disciples were also a little shocked.
"What is the limit of Mu Chenxi's speed? This is the first time I have seen such a fast wind elemental spiritual master!"
They themselves don't know the answer to this, and even their master can't answer it.
At this time, in Linyue Sect's Guansai Pavilion, Senior Sister Yue stared at Mu Qianxi, hoping to see some changes on her face, but unfortunately she did not get the results she expected.
How is it possible? Didn't Mu Chenxi use her spiritual power? Why didn't anything happen?
After an attack failed, Leylin entered the palace again and swung the Thunder Cloud Hammer. The power of thousands of thunder and lightning tore through the air and blocked all escape routes around Mu Qianxi.
No matter how fast the speed is, there is no way to retreat and it is difficult to avoid it.
Mu Qianxi's expression remained unchanged, and there was a white jade fan in her hand.
Everyone stared at the beautiful feather fan that looked like a work of art and said, "That can't be Mu Chenxi's spiritual weapon, right?"
Mu Qianxi fought ten games in total, but she didn't use a spiritual weapon in ten games. Now Lei Lin finally forced her to use a spiritual weapon, but this spiritual weapon...
"Bang!" The feather fan opened instantly, and they felt that the momentum erupted from the fan was even stronger than the Thunder Flowing Cloud Hammer.
"No way! That fan is... at least the pinnacle holy weapon."
"You old man is blind. Judging from my hundreds of years of weapon refining skills, that fan is a quasi-artifact! A quasi-artifact."
"..."
The people who came here to participate in the competition were the geniuses from the Southeast Region. Of course, there were also many powerful seniors from the Southeast Region watching the competition. There were many people with good eyesight, and they could tell at a glance that the Feng Ling Feather Fan was a quasi-artifact.
"Quasi-artifact! Oh my god!" someone exclaimed, staring at the exquisite and outrageous fan and not wanting to move away.
"This woman is so lucky. How can a mere casual cultivator possess such a level of spiritual weapon?" The disciples of Linyue Sect couldn't help but feel sour.
They are the core disciples of the four-star sect. At most, they can only have one sacred weapon, and it is difficult to see even quasi-divine weapons.
Senior Sister Yue was also angry and jealous at this moment, wishing she could take that quasi-divine weapon as her own.
"Windfall, Nirvana!"
Thunder attacks came one after another, and the wind element counterattacked unceremoniously.
"Rumble!" The impact of the two forces erupted with a violent sound.
After breaking the move, the two fought again.
"Bang!"
In the blink of an eye, the feather fan turned into a jade sword, which seemed fragile but blocked the huge Thunder Flowing Cloud Hammer.
The horizontal sword slashed down, and Lei Yun hurriedly dodged. With a sound of "Tear!", the clothes on his chest tore apart, and a blood-red scar appeared on his bronze skin.
"It is indeed a quasi-artifact, and it actually has multiple forms!"
After the confrontation, it was Leylin who was injured first.
Lei Lin was very competitive and became stronger when he encountered a strong enemy. He quickly continued to attack. Overbearing thunder and lightning attacks fell from the sky, and countless silver dragons began to pursue Mu Qianxi.
The thunder and lightning struck her without any pain or itching. After all, she had been struck countless times by lightning that was many times stronger than this. However, she had no intention of exposing her physical strength here, so...