When Xie Lingyang's attention was focused on Wu Jizi, he was silent for a moment.
Ye Qian teased in a bad way: "What's wrong, my Tianfang Sect Master, this is an important figure in the Huangji Sect who destroyed your sect!"
"Hmph! Of course I guessed it. When I was in power, the Huangji Sect was just a third-rate sect, struggling in a corner of Nanzhou. Not even a cultivator at the seventh or eighth level of the Peeping Dao Realm could be accepted by the sect.
!" Although Xie Lingyang's words were full of sarcasm, his tone was bland, "That's all, these things about the rise and fall of dynasties are completely natural, and we can't force it. But pay attention to the fingers of his right hand. Now
He is driving an art of deduction.”
"The Art of Dayan?"
"Oh? You guys still know this?" Xie Lingyang looked at him a little condescendingly, "The art of Dayan is not particularly advanced among the deduction methods, and the calculated results may not be accurate, but it also avoids bigger problems.
The secret of heaven comes back, so it is quite popular among cultivators in the realm of Taoism."
"But this expert from the Huangji Sect seems to have only scratched the surface of what he has learned. If he can find an elder who can teach him the art of transformation and help me calculate the position of a boy who is suitable for Gen Gu, I can succeed in seizing the body as soon as possible."
Got it!"
Ye Qian rolled his eyes. Where is the Huangji Sect in Nanzhou now? He might have to fight with these guys later. How can he easily ask the other party's elders to come forward?
Besides, Wu Jizi has a distinguished status. His elders are either the masters of the Huangji Sect or more advanced seniors. They are at least cultivators of the Dao Realm. How can he invite them?
Next, Xie Lingyang nonchalantly explained some basic deduction methods to Ye Qian, and Ye Qian just listened to it as background music while he figured out the Ten-Day Purple Flame Curse.
After three or four sticks of incense, some practitioners became impatient.
Because there is only the last area left that has no result from the competition.
In the last area, two people are both human cultivators. One is a mid-level eighth-level practitioner of the Taoist Realm who is good at using earth magic, and the other is an early-stage practitioner of the eighth-level Taoist Realm who uses a jade flute.
Although the former is superior in terms of realm, is much older, and has stronger spiritual power, he has no choice but to have the magic weapon at hand. And although his opponent, although his cultivation level is not as good as his, the jade flute has
The sound waves released are more than enough for defense.
The two of them were going back and forth, and their spiritual energy was almost depleted. They were just short of fighting for their lives using their essence and blood.
Wujizi glanced at Zhou Yu, who had an indifferent expression on his face.
He waved his long sleeves, and the pagoda in his hand immediately flew into the air.
"Hunyuan Golden Pagoda, listen to my order, and get out of the Hunyuan Realm General!"
After Wujizi touched his eyebrows, a large amount of spiritual power suddenly poured into the Hunyuan Golden Pagoda.
After the entire golden pagoda rotated nine times, Huaguang won the victory.
Wujizi waved his palm and pushed, and eight golden balls of light flew out from the door on the bottom floor. The balls of light grew in the wind. By the time they landed, they had grown into the appearance of eight tall and powerful divine generals.
These divine generals looked extremely powerful. They aimed at the cultivator who was using his spiritual power to perform earth-moving spells and raised his hand to kick him.
Each one of these god generals kicked him, which was no less than the attack of a ninth-level cultivator in the Peeping Dao Realm. Even if that cultivator was in his prime, it would be difficult for him to withstand it. He immediately let out a scream, without even releasing any defensive spells, and was struck by a burst of force.
The feet were trampled to death.
Seeing his opponent being killed in an instant, the younger cultivator immediately made a decision. He threw the jade flute into the air, and then made a sudden seal.
"boom!"
This jade flute was no ordinary product. The impact of the explosion actually destroyed half of a god general's body.
The young cultivator also possesses an extraordinary escape technique. With one leap, smoke and clouds linger under his feet, and he is already more than ten miles away.
Just as he was about to escape, a black shadow suddenly shrouded his head. He was caught off guard and an eagle's beak bit his neck.
It turned out that Zhou Yu had revealed his true form. These five snow eagles were the bloodline left by the ancient nine-headed golden eagle and a different species of snow eagle. Although the bloodline was mixed, they were not orthodox prehistoric species, and these years of impact asked
In the realm, he was plotted by his enemies and failed repeatedly, so his cultivation stopped at the peak of the ninth level of the Peeping Dao Realm.
But his strength is still extraordinary. The display of his true form immediately shocked the practitioners present, and most of them felt awe in their hearts.
Zhou Yu bit the fleeing cultivator to death and threw the two pieces of his body on a cliff. Then he shook his head, transformed into a human body again, and stood side by side with Wu Jizi.
This Zhou Yu has a pine hairpin in his hair, is wearing an ink Taoist robe, and is fanning a wordless paper fan in his hand. No one can associate his demeanor with the five-headed snow eagle that just killed someone.
Wujizi glanced at Zhou Yu, and then took back the Hunyuan Golden Pagoda.
He coughed, and then announced loudly: "Everyone, I have a very unfortunate news to tell you. Senior Zhou Yu and I have run out of patience. Therefore, the two Taoists in the area where the winner has not yet been determined in the end.
Friend, I’m sorry!”
"There were a total of forty cultivators who had just participated in the fight. Apart from the two who violated the rules, there were still nineteen who managed to survive. Including me and Senior Zhou Yu, there were a total of twenty-one.
Twenty-one is an odd number, so in the next round of catching pairs, someone should have a bye!"
"I have just made twenty-one lottery tickets. There are numbers on the lottery tickets. Those who draw the same number must fight in front of everyone. If there is anyone who escapes or deliberately delays the time, it is not just Zhou and I.
Senior Yu takes action, everyone can unite and kill him!"
Wu Jizi spoke clearly and clearly, and as soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the quick-thinking people below him changed.
Hearing the tone of these words, Wu Jizi and Zhou Yu were about to fight.
But among the cultivators present, no one can surpass them in terms of realm, let alone these two's heaven-reaching methods.
If these two people were drawn, death would be certain!
Wujizi had a smile on his lips. He seemed to have foreseen that everyone would think this way, so he continued: "I think everyone is worried that if Senior Zhou Yu and I participate in the fight together, the fight will end early for the two of you."
"So, Senior Zhou Yu and I discussed it and decided that only one person would go out in the battle. The twenty-one lots would be changed to nineteen. Whichever of you draws the last special lot can choose between the two of me.
Pick one to be your opponent."
What? Doesn’t this mean that the bye spots were deliberately given to the two of them?
Seeing the practitioners below quarreling, Wu Jizi and Zhou Yu glanced at each other. The latter coughed and finally spoke out.
"That's good. If you don't accept it, I, Zhou Yu, will kill one of you. That will be enough!"
As soon as these words came out, there was an immediate silence.
This is no joke. For Zhou Yu, killing people is just like eating and drinking.
What's more, this is in the trial space. Even if I kill you, will your sect relatives dare to use this excuse to seek revenge?
Swords have no eyes. If you dare to enter here and participate in the battle for the token of the Dragon War, don't form a personal grudge!
What's more, Zhou Yu is a big boss with half a foot in the realm of Taoism. He is enough to start a sect on his own. Do you dare to seek revenge?
Wujizi acted as a red face at this time. He chuckled and said: "In this case, everyone agrees with my grouping method, so without further ado, let's get started!"
After speaking, he waved his sleeves, and a large bundle of bamboo sticks was wrapped in golden light, floated into the air, and then nineteen silk threads hung down.
"Please pull the thread. As a word of advice, don't try to use your methods to spy on the bamboo sticks, otherwise you will be killed by Senior Zhou Yu!"
After saying that, a terrifying coercion enveloped the lottery venue.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. At this time, among the nineteen threads, one of them almost determined the end of the road.
The probability is 1 in 19. It doesn’t matter if it’s too much or too little. If it’s on your head, it’s more. If you don’t win, it’s less.
"Go to hell, if a man dies or a bird looks up to the sky, if he doesn't die for eternity, I'll whip him!"
A dark-faced man moved his neck, stepped forward, stretched out two fingers, stretched out his hand, and pulled a silk thread into his hand.
The black-faced man stretched out his hand to grab it, and his bamboo stick immediately fell into his hand.
As soon as he saw his number, the big black man took a breath and said: "Hahaha, No. 7, who the hell is No. 7!"
Of course, you are lucky to be able to draw the numbers. At least your destiny is still in your own hands and in the next battle.
After the black-faced man got a satisfactory result, he shouted: "Hurry up and smoke, the slower you smoke, the greater the chance of unlucky things later!"
As soon as this statement came out, the remaining people took action one after another.
"No. 4, I am No. 4!"
"Where is No. 9? Come and die!"
"No. 1, you scared me!"
Ye Qian moved slowly, his thoughts were still immersed in the Ten-Day Purple Flame Curse. When he came back to his senses, those practitioners who moved quickly had already obtained the bamboo sticks.
Only he and another white-faced scholar were left on the field.
What made Ye Qian feel even more angry was that the people who drew lots earlier were just as the black-faced man said, and they were so lucky that no one got the most special bamboo stick.
This means that among the remaining bamboo sticks, one is a special bamboo stick, a "death stick" that will be used in a life-and-death fight with Wu Jizi or Zhou Yu!
Ye Qian glanced at the white-faced scholar. The scholar was carrying a huge judge's pen and had pretty features.
He didn't know why, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed to him.
The white-faced scholar was a little embarrassed by Ye Qian's eyes. He glared at Ye Qian fiercely, then flicked his fingers to create a colorful glow, and took out one of the bamboo sticks.
Ye Qian sighed, it was bad now, looking at the white-faced scholar's expression, he didn't seem to have drawn a death lottery.