Neither of them dodge and used their bodies to resist the opponent's fist attack.
With a thud, Feng Yi took a step back.
Looking at Qingsong again, he was ruthlessly knocked away again and fell to the ground.
Now even a fool can see who is stronger and who is weaker.
but…
how could it be possible.
Qingsong's magic of inviting gods has reached the second level, and three or five ordinary disciples cannot get close to him.
But in front of Feng Yi, he was just a beaten brother.
Could it be that... Feng Yi's magic of inviting gods has really reached the third level?
Doesn't that mean that his basic cultivation method has reached the fifth level, even stronger than Qingzhu?
Only one year.
This answer is really hard to accept.
Taoist Priest Xuanzhen's pupils narrowed slightly when he saw this scene. He originally thought that even with Su and Feng Tianjing's genetic inheritance, Feng Yi's training time was still a little short, and he would be a rare talent who could reach the fourth level at most.
Now it seems that my judgment of him is still low.
Having won two out of three games, Feng Yi did the first thing.
Here Taoist priest Xuanzhen is deep in thought, but over there Qingsong has not given up yet.
Practice day and night just to prove yourself, how can you give in so easily!
When Qingzhu got up from the ground again, Feng Yi shook his head with some pity. It was unwise to continue fighting if he couldn't beat him. It was just a competition between brothers. If he lost this time, there would be another time.
Since you refuse to face reality, then I'm sorry.
Feng Yi didn't stop, and rushed towards Qingzhu using the steps of step and step.
Now his Bu Gang Ta Dou has reached the third level, and he can walk around
Sometimes, you can even see ripples rippling under your feet, as if the ground made of lime beneath your feet is faintly shaking.
"This, is this a step-fight?"
"I didn't expect that he could even learn how to step and fight..."
"No, it's not just that. The level of his Bu Gang Tada Dou is not low. It can even echo with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Not only is it fast, but it also has a weird body shape, which can inspire stronger power... Qingzhu Danger
Got it!"
While several people were whispering, Feng Yi had already arrived in front of Qingzhu, made a sword with one hand, and used the third level of the Demon Subduing Art, passing through Qingzhu's arm.
puff…
Qingzhu's Taoist robe was torn, and a sharp wound was opened on his arm. The powerful aura brought to him by the magic of Qingzhu surged out along the wound in an instant.
His figure shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he slumped on the ground, his eyes dazed, apparently unable to react from the shock.
The third level of the Divine Art, the third level of Bu Gang Stampede, and even the third level of Demon Subduing Techniques are enough to prove that his basic cultivation method has reached the fifth level, reaching the peak of a first-class alchemist.
In less than a year, he was able to become so powerful. How did he do it?
Not only Qingzhu, but also everyone watching could not believe their eyes.
How many exercises does he know, and why does such a seemingly precious intermediate skill seem to him to be free of charge?
But he hasn't stayed in Maoshan yet, which makes people even more desperate.
How many trump cards do you have, and how strong are you?
Taoist Master Xuanzhen couldn't help but feel palpitated when he saw this scene. Unexpectedly, he just wanted to test Feng Yi's talent, but the other party brought him a steady stream of surprises.
I'm afraid that even if Qingzhu takes action, he won't be able to defeat him, right?
Su, your son is indeed outstanding and has become a new member of the Maoshan sect.
A leading figure of the era.
I'm really happy for you...
Uncle Jiu stood there with his hands behind his back from beginning to end, looking very indifferent, not paying much attention to the competition in front of him.
He has seen all of Feng Yi's progress and improvement over the past six months. Winning is a matter of course and there is no need to take it to heart at all.
However, this sense of accomplishment in my heart makes me feel so comfortable.
"Okay, I arranged three opponents for Feng Yi, and said that winning two games is enough. Now that Feng Yi has won two games, the third game will naturally..."
Taoist Master Xuanzhen was talking when a slightly dull voice interrupted: "Master Head Master, I want to compete with Feng Yi."
The person who spoke was an unattractive young man. He was slightly fat and had a dull expression. He seemed to be slow to react, but he had a pair of slender white hands, holding a blue sword in his hand.
, people dare not underestimate it.
"It's Qingzhu. The competition is over. Two out of three games. Feng Yi has already won two games. It's okay for you not to compete this time." Xuanzhen said.
Chang's attitude towards Qingzhu was quite good. Even if the other party interrupted him, he didn't pay much attention to it.
This is the strongest disciple of the Maoshan sect who remains on the mountain. He has a slightly withdrawn personality, also because he has become an idiot due to his cultivation, but his mind is very simple.
Including his previous refusal to come, his words did come from the bottom of his heart, but they sounded uncomfortable.
"Master, please agree." Qingzhu repeated it again.
"It's over, it's over, Senior Brother Qingzhu's obsession has come back again."
"Yes, as long as he believes in something, I'm afraid no one can say anything..."
"Whoever is the strongest at present, Master is also very tolerant to him."
"Then tell me, who is better, him or Feng Yi?"
"Senior Brother Qingzhu's sword is made from a hundred-year-old green bamboo selected by the master himself. Our Maoshan Mountain is rich in aura, and this green bamboo also has spirituality. In addition, Senior Brother Qingzhu's sword technique is also an intermediate spell, even if it is a basic cultivation method
It’s a little weaker, but if we really fight, I’m afraid Feng Yi won’t have it easy either.”
"Well, this is very true. Qingzhu has been obsessed with swordsmanship since he was a child. He even sleeps with a sword in his arms. He has already had a connection with the sword."
Taoist priest Xuanzhen looked at the stubborn Qingzhu helplessly, shook his head, turned to look at Feng Yi and asked: "Feng Yi, what do you mean?"
"Feng Yiquan obeys the instructions of the teacher."
Uncle Jiu frowned when Feng Yi said this. He had already seen that the Qingzhu swordsmanship was extraordinary, and the green bamboo sword in his hand was also wrapped in spiritual energy. Feng Yi's Seven-Star Longyuan Sword was left at the inn and he did not bring it with him.
When we came to the mountain, we were already weakened by three points.
Although the Li family's swordsmanship is good, it is quite difficult to practice. Feng Yi asked him about it, but unfortunately Uncle Jiu was not very good at swordsmanship and did not give good advice.
One trades off and the other trades off. If we only compare swordsmanship, Feng Yi does not have the upper hand.
But Feng Yi's words had already been spoken, and he was helpless.
Fortunately, Feng Yi has already won two games in a row and completed the task. Even if he loses this game, it won't hurt.
There are many talents in the country, and losing a game may make Feng Yi more calm, which is not bad.
After hearing Feng Yi's words, Taoist Master Xuanzhen smiled lightly and said: "Feng Yi, if you are competing with Qingzhu, you can only use swordsmanship. Other offensive spells are not allowed."
