"There is no mission, I'm here. I'm just too bored in the sect, so I came out to relax and take a look at the performance of the sect's disciples."
"That's it." Nangong Wu suddenly realized and said a little embarrassedly: "Master, this kid Tianhan..."
"I already know." Leng Feiyan said softly, his tone was calm and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
"Chu Tianhan has inner demons that he needs to deal with on his own. His master can't help him with this matter. If he can't get rid of his inner demons, his future prospects will be worrying."
After Leng Feiyan finished his evaluation, he added: "However, he lost to Luo Muxian this time and lost the sword sect's face. He must not go unpunished. After returning to the sect, he will be fined for one year, temporarily dismissed from the post of deacon of the punishment hall, and go to kendo.
You should stay in seclusion in the pavilion to think about your mistakes. You cannot leave the seclusion until you have eliminated the inner demons."
"Follow the master's order!" Nangong Wu hurriedly clasped his fists.
All the disciples couldn't help but mourn for Chu Tianhan for a second in their hearts.
This punishment was too cruel. His position in the sect was reduced, he was fined a year's salary, and he had to go into seclusion to reflect on his past mistakes.
However, the Sword Sect always rewards meritorious deeds and punishes mistakes.
Chu Tianhan lost to a demon cultivator disciple like Luo Muxian, who was much weaker than him, in front of the monks all over the world. He made the Sword Sect extremely embarrassed and cannot be easily forgiven.
He deserves to be punished like this.
Nangong Wu was afraid that Leng Feiyan would transfer his anger to him, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "The master is here just in time. I'm afraid Lin Jichen will need you to take action soon. This Situ Zhao is obviously murderous."
Leng Feiyan said calmly: "Are you so sure that my disciple will lose?"
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, and Nangong Wu shrank his neck in fear, and said bitterly: "Master, although Lin Jichen is extremely talented, and given time to train him well in the future, he will definitely surpass Chu Tianhan, but he is too young to get started now, so
..."
"As a sect elder, you are the leader of all the participating disciples, but you said such words to damage the morale of the disciples and fine you half a year's salary. I don't need you to lead the next Immortal Ascension Conference." Leng Feiyan said calmly.
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Nangong Wu's face turned pale and he could only smile bitterly: "Follow the master's order."
At this time, Nangong Yue quietly stepped forward and asked weakly: "Master... do you think my junior brother can defeat Situ Zhao..."
Leng Feiyan glanced at her unexpectedly.
Nangong Yue felt a chill on her back. She remembered that Leng Feiyan had always been very kind to her. Although he was not a disciple, he treated her as half a disciple.
She was the only one in Jian Gong Mountain who could occasionally go up there and play since she was little, and she could even get a few words of advice from Leng Feiyan.
If Elder Nangong Yuanda hadn't said that he would personally train his granddaughter, Leng Feiyan would have accepted her as his apprentice.
Even so, the relationship between Nangong Yue and Leng Feiyan is actually pretty good.
Leng Feiyan has always been very tolerant and caring towards her.
That's why she dared to ask questions.
But looking at it now, why does it feel like the leader has changed? When a pair of beautiful eyes stare at her, it seems as if he is looking at an enemy? His attitude is not as good as before.
How is this going?
Nangong Yue's mind went blank and her face turned pale.
Did she do something wrong? But after thinking about it, she seemed to have done nothing wrong.
Fortunately, Leng Feiyan stared at her for a second, then looked away and spoke coldly.
"Situ Zhao is only an individual cultivator, but he relies too much on physical strength and external objects. His own strength is not strong, and his fighting belief and experience are far inferior to Chen'er. If Chen'er can grasp these two points, he may not be able to turn defeat into victory."
Nangong Yue nodded dumbly. She was just about to feel happy when she suddenly thought that there was something wrong with what Leng Feiyan called her just now.
Chen'er???
Is this title a bit too intimate?
Nangong Yue felt sour and jealous. She glanced at Leng Feiyan secretly and found that she was looking at him with a smile but not a smile, with a hint of pride in her eyes.
That's right, it's just pride! And it's the kind of pride that makes little women jealous!
Fortunately, Nangong Yue was young and had never experienced any jealousy, so she didn't understand.
But what she was sure of was that the leader was targeting her.
Good luck! Nangong Yue felt that she must have been hallucinating!
Today’s leader, it’s so strange! Was he taken away by someone?
In the arena, the battle continues.
A flash of light flashed in Lin Jichen's mind after being knocked away. He took out two pills and stuffed them into his mouth while he was flying backwards.
[Xuanpin·Bloodthirsty Pill]: Xuanpin high-grade elixir, normal attack damage is increased by +15%, and comes with a 2% blood-sucking effect, which lasts for 30 seconds. You can only take one pill per hour.
[Earth product: Mist rising elixir]: An earth-level medium elixir, within half an hour after taking it, the strength will be +300, the skill damage will be +20%, and during this period, the skill cooldown time will be -10%.
There is no way, the hardware is not up to date, so we can only rely on elixirs to forcibly upgrade it.
After taking the elixir, Lin Jichen's body was glowing with blood.
Strength increases by 300 points, basic attack damage increases by 15%, and skill damage increases by 20%.
This time, his attributes finally caught up with Situ Zhao.
Racing against time, Lin Jichen stopped retreating in the air.
The magic power surged, the Qingming Sword made a sword roar, and countless sword shadows surrounded him.
He twisted the sword with one hand, and in the other hand, a golden Buddha seal with the word "Swastika" appeared.
Both moves light up at the same time!
"Bladestorm!"
"Seal of the Reborn Buddha!"
At the same time, two spiritual skills blasted towards Situ Zhao. Situ Zhao was trapped by the sword formation, and a huge Buddha seal hit him hard on his head!
Boom!
Situ Zhao activated his dragon scale armor, trying to block the attacks of countless sword shadows and Buddha seals again.
However, this time, it didn't go as he wished.
The damage of the sword shadow has been greatly increased, and the power of the Buddha's seal has also become much stronger.
Situ Zhao was careless, and two spiritual skills caused a lot of damage to him!
"-5600!"
"-1800!-1800!-1800..."
puff!
Situ Zhao also vomited blood. In order to avoid the seemingly endless harassment of sword shadows, he could only forcefully fly out of the sword formation.
There is an extra mark on the head, and the speed drops sharply by 40%!
Lin Jichen took advantage of the victory to pursue and directly used the third spiritual skill!
"Unparalleled Sword Shadow!"
Six invisible flaws appeared out of thin air on Situ Zhao's body.
Lin Jichen's wind and thunder sword flew towards him, and the Qingming Sword slashed in the air!
A long wound opened on Situ Zhao's shoulder blade!
"-17500!"
Although Wushuang Sword Shadow is still far from perfection, it has been trained to a great level by Lin Jichen.
Each flaw increases from 5% of total health to 7%.
The higher the blood volume, the stronger the single target effect of Wushuang Sword Shadow.
This is the magical skill taught to him by the precious master!
Lin Jichen couldn't help but miss Leng Feiyan again. Alas, if only the master was here, he wouldn't have to fight so hard.
Situ Zhao was shocked by this sword, and the dragon-scale armor moved with all his strength, releasing various skills of the golden equipment on his body.
"Magic Armor to Defend the Enemy!"
"Solid as a rock!"
"Golden light shield!"
These equipments are all defensive skills and are in line with Situ Zhao's physical training.
But he never expected that Lin Jichen's unparalleled sword shadow attack would ignore the defense of his equipment.
Another sword slashed through the defense without any obstruction, leaving another deep and long wound on his body!
"-17500!"
It can be seen from this that Situ Zhao's combat experience is indeed not good, and he only wants to rely on the equipment advantage.