The girl in red, Yi Zhi, raised her legs and changed her sitting position. After sensing the battle situation on the other side, she shook her head and said, "Real ink marks."
She turned to Zhiyue and asked: "Hey, where did you learn from? How many books have you read to get this bookish attitude?"
Zhiyue was slightly startled. The person opposite him actually had the leisure to chat with him? So he asked: "Look at the girl, she doesn't look like a murderous person. I wonder where the girl is from. So my friend's expression changed when he heard the words Qingfeng Village.
Big change?”
Yi Zhi looked at Zhi Yue with disgust and thought, is this man stupid for studying? That man got extremely excited when he heard about Qingfeng Village. What if I told him, what if he has any deep grudge against us?
Wouldn't it be exposed? Although that person is too weak to make any trouble, it is still a potential problem.
"What sect do you think I look like?" Yi Zhi asked the same question.
Zhiyue began to take small steps and said slowly, "From the girl's accent, she shouldn't be from Xizhou. Is she afraid of being exposed if she is reluctant to take action? Since you are afraid of being exposed, it is obviously because you think that as long as you are
Once you take action, I can guess a thing or two and deduce your origin."
Yi Zhi frowned slightly after hearing this. She was indeed worried because she had already remembered that during the last Four Swordsmanship Ceremony, she was still young and had never competed on the stage, so she could only watch the competition from a distance.
This person is one of the people I have met. Because this person was the last person, I was a little more impressed.
Zhiyue stopped and continued: "Why does the girl think I can deduce it? It's naturally because you think I have this ability. Why do you think so when we meet for the first time? The most likely reason is that you have met me.
At this young age, the girl is half as advanced as me. I think she comes from a major sect of cultivating immortals. I usually travel very little and go down the mountain less often. The only ones that are high in realm but do not attract my attention are Xizhou Wenyan and the previous one.
The Four Essays on Swords. The banquet will be hosted by me, and I have never seen you during the whole process, so there will only be the Four Essays on Swords.
Girl, do you think my inference is wrong?"
"Why can't I be a casual cultivator in the mountains?" Yi Zhi asked quietly.
"Girl, I forgot, my friend said that you have a background, otherwise you wouldn't know the name Qingfeng Village."
Yi Zhi slapped her forehead and said, "Oh yes, when I think about it, you are quite right."
"Did the girl acquiesce?"
"So what, I don't know how to take action. There are so many sects in the sword canon, can you still guess them?"
Zhiyue asked: "Where are your companions? They took action, so they can naturally guess something."
Yi Zhi smiled contemptuously and said: "Them? I'm not worried. You can't see it. Those two people will definitely conflict with your friends. A fight is inevitable. It's best if they die. It saves me a lot of trouble."
Zhiyue frowned, "How can there be such hatred between fellow sects?"
Yi Zhi quickly shut her mouth and stopped talking. If she spoke again, it would be really exposed. It seemed that Chengtian Sect disciples were quite alert sometimes.
Seeing that the girl stopped talking, Zhiyue had no choice but to continue to fight against her. After all, his strength was half lower than that of her. If he wanted to force her to take action, it was still not enough for one person. As long as there was one more person, it would be possible, so he was also waiting.
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Bang! The middle-aged woman slapped Hua Shiyu's lotus image heavily with her palm, but it did not cause any substantial damage to him. The other person's face just turned a little pale.
After the sound, Ming Shanxue's bamboo blade appeared behind her, and at the same time, Hua Shiyu's sword also pierced her. With the magic weapon to protect them, the two of them struck harder and the attack distance was shorter.
The middle-aged woman didn't have any magic weapons to protect her body, but only a martial arts body protection glowing with a faint red light.
Like the middle-aged man, she is a sixth-level warrior. Before entering the source of mist, her strength was a few levels higher than his. After coming out, she was the same as him. They both fell to the second-level of the six realms. That place was really weird.
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She practiced boxing deeply, so she didn't need weapons. When she saw that her palm was like an ordinary person's slap on an iron plate, she knew that this magic weapon was extraordinary.
She hurriedly dodged to one side, but the opponent's bamboo blade was already chasing behind her, and at the same time, the long sword in front of her was already close at hand.
There is no way back.
"Two heroines, please show mercy!" The middle-aged woman knew that the other party had no murderous intention towards her, so she chose to give up and continue to resist tenaciously, and directly sent a message to the other party to beg for mercy.
Hua Shiyu had already told Mingshan Xue not to be soft-hearted, so after the two heard the other begging for mercy, they did not stop, and the leaf blade and sword continued to stab each other.
She thought very simply. Feng Buzhong was a companion after all. He was beaten. It made no sense for him to just beg for mercy and then be spared. You would have to pay something.
Pfft! The long sword pierced the middle-aged woman's abdomen, not far from Wuyun Mansion.
No need to remind her, the bamboo leaf blade penetrated into the woman's body from the sword wound in a tacit understanding, and began to move freely through the veins in a measured manner. The injury was neither serious nor light.
With a whoosh, Ming Shanxue, who was wearing a robe, appeared behind the middle-aged woman under the guidance of Hua Shiyu. She held the purple bamboo in one hand and pressed the other end against the other person's back. As long as the other party made the slightest movement,
, the leaf blade will instantly enter her body and crush the opponent's heart in an instant.
After the long sword rotated twice inside the middle-aged woman's body, Hua Shiyu said coldly: "Be honest, I won't kill you, otherwise, your Wuyun Palace will be destroyed."
The middle-aged woman had no choice but to kneel on one leg and stand there, enduring the pain of being slashed twice by the sword, and gritted her teeth and nodded.
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Boom! The two fists collided, spiritual energy flew everywhere, and the dead leaves under my feet were shaken up and then slowly fell down.
Feng Ziqing was knocked back a few feet without touching the ground before standing still, while the middle-aged man slid back a few steps close to the ground.
After all, there is some gap in the realm. Zhiyue told him that the biggest difference between Chengxu Realm and Dongyuan Realm is that speed and strength are only secondary. How to increase speed, relying on skills alone is not enough. You have to truly feel the speed.
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He has tried many times, and his face has become swollen, several ribs have been broken, his back has been punched a lot, and he has vomited a lot of blood, but he only sees the opponent's speed, not his own speed.
How to improve.
In the past, he increased his speed based on weight, so without Biewei in hand, his body would be much lighter, but this was obviously not enough. He knew without touching it that his eyebrows were furrowed.
As he was dazed, Hua Shiyu's voice came from not far away, still cold, but with a hint of pride, "The wind is not heavy, this person has been captured without any effort, you can figure it out yourself."
There was no sound transmission, but he chose to speak loudly. Feng Ziqing naturally knew that this was meant for the man opposite.
When the middle-aged man heard this, he turned his head and looked with disdain at the corner of his mouth. He felt a little happy in his heart. You deserve to talk too much.
"Your companion was captured and stabbed in the abdomen with a long sword. You don't seem to have the slightest bit of tolerance. Is this always the case among the disciples of your sect?"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Whether she dies or not is none of my business."
Although the voice was not loud, everyone could hear it since they were practitioners, and the middle-aged woman was no exception.
After hearing this, the middle-aged woman's face suddenly became filled with anger. She gritted her teeth and said, "Zhang Qi, just wait for me. You must not die, otherwise I won't be able to vent my anger!"
The middle-aged man said disdainfully: "If you have the ability, come here now. Talking about being awesome is nothing!"
The middle-aged woman pointed angrily, "You!"
Feng Ziqing said: "I guess you two came to the mountain gate at the same time, disliked each other, and then each disliked the other, right?"
"Half right, so what, I'm not like her, you can't trick me."
Now that we have been discovered, we can only continue to fight.
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The two continued to fight for a while. Feng Ziqing was still receiving punches, but the other party only suffered some superficial injuries. He still had no clue and could not feel where the opportunity to break through was.
He began to feel inexplicably irritable, his feet were in a mess, he received a strong punch on his chest, and another rib was broken. His body flew out, and then with a pop, he fell into the Jade Cold Jade Pond.
The water in the pool was freezing cold, and even if he was in the Cave Yuan realm, he couldn't be isolated. Feng Ziqing woke up instantly. He used his hands and feet to swim up, and when he stuck his head out of the water, he saw the other person's mocking expression.