Song Qingyuan made a strange magic formula with his left hand. When he opened and closed his five fingers, it looked like frost condensing, but also like flames flying, perfectly combining movement and stillness.
The index and middle fingers of his right hand stood side by side and he made a sword gesture, not pointing at the little one, but at the center of his own eyebrows.
Seeing his action, the disciples of the Tianchi Sect were the first to explode. Everyone looked straight at Song Qingyuan in the Hidden Dragon Pot.
"The invisible sword energy of ice and fire!" A voice exclaimed, and because of the excitement, it sounded like a scream.
All Tianchi Sect monks looked at their sect leader Cao Wei: "The invisible sword energy of ice and fire is the sect leader's own unique secret skill. Even the two elders of ice and fire can't do it!"
Mu Jihai, who had always regarded Song Qingyuan as his competitive target, felt as if his soul had been pulled out of his body at this time. He was in a daze, staring at Song Qingyuan blankly. After a long while, he came back to his senses and yelled out of control:
"No way! He must be just showing off!"
Only by convincing himself in this way can Mu Jihai ensure that he will not have a mental breakdown.
Because if Song Qingyuan really cultivates the invisible sword energy of ice and fire, it means that he and Mu Jihai are not on the same level at all. Mu Jihai has always worked hard, always competed, and always had pride, belief and self-esteem.
, it all turned into a joke.
And it’s still a bad joke that can’t make people laugh, but only makes people feel pity or even contempt.
But Song Qingyuan was destined to give Mu Jihai a heavy blow today. The pressure brought by the little boy forced him not to hold back at all, and directly took out his trump card.
After confirming that Song Qingyuan had used the invisible sword energy of ice and fire, a Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Tianchi Sect said decisively: "Win!"
Cao Wei looked at the Hidden Dragon Pot calmly and nodded slightly. If it hadn't been for this trick, he would not have been confident that Song Qingyuan had a 60% chance of winning.
This is not only confidence in his disciples, but also Cao Wei's confidence in himself.
In the Hidden Dragon Pot, Song Qingyuan pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and the infinite frost froze his whole body, as if he had transformed into an eternal iceberg.
The next moment, the top of the iceberg suddenly shattered, like a volcano erupting, and endless fiery magma spewed from the top of the mountain toward the sky.
The icebergs were constantly steaming, and the fire was flying in the sky. Both of them quickly turned into two smokes, one red and one blue. Then the two smokes merged into one and disappeared in the space, as if they disappeared out of thin air.
The blue sky and clear water in the Hidden Dragon Pot remain the same, and Song Qingyuan's magic has disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.
But let alone the little one inside the Hidden Dragon Pot. Even the people standing outside the pot could vaguely feel that there was a powerful power fluctuation in the empty sky and earth inside the pot, which was as frightening as a natural disaster at the end of the world.
Invisible, intangible. Intangible, formless, and traceless, but you just know that that terrifying power really exists. Maybe it will come to you in the next moment and take your life, but you can't even avoid it.
No defense can be done.
The little boy's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Song Qingyuan who was not far away from him with a calm face. The two of them just looked at each other.
Although the distance was only a short distance, the little one could sense that before he got close to Song Qingyuan, his invisible sword energy densely distributed in the space would kill him first.
Although he couldn't see or feel the specific location of the sword energy, the little one was alert.
"Unless he is a top-notch Yuanying early-stage monk like Prince Chongyun, with this sword technique, he may be able to defeat ordinary Yuanying early-stage monks. If he has the help of his Yuanying magic weapon, the Ice Soul Cold Light Mirror, there is even a certain chance.
Kill the early Yuanying monks."
The little one suddenly smiled: "It's a pity that there's nothing you can do about it."
His small body walked towards Song Qingyuan step by step, with a leisurely and contented expression. Wind and thunder surged all over his body, and finally gathered at the top of his head and continued to stir, and then collapsed.
There were countless rays of light shining in the eyes of the little one. At first there were only storms and thunder, but later on, heaven and earth, water and fire, mountains and rivers, and eight trigrams of objects appeared one after another, creation opened up, and infinite avenues were nurtured.
Above the little one's head, the wind and thunder disappeared, replaced by a chaotic starry sky, as if it were the most primitive and newly created universe.
At this moment, the little one suddenly no longer looked at Song Qingyuan, but looked at the empty distance.
Only Zhu Yi, who was outside the Hidden Dragon Pot, knew that the little boy was actually looking at him.
The little one had a low voice and murmured to himself: "Second senior brother, you have a magnificent article that shocked the past and the present, and I also have my own four-character Xuanhuang formula."
As the little boy stepped forward, a cold light flashed in Song Qingyuan's eyes, and he used the sword technique in his right hand, causing the entire Hidden Dragon Pot space to shake, and the appearance of the Hidden Dragon Pot directly lit up with a light that was a precursor to the activation of the defensive restriction.
There was no sound, no mana fluctuations, and no trace in the air, but everyone could feel that there was a terrifying force inspired by Song Qingyuan and attacking the little one.
The little boy finally turned his head and looked at Song Qingyuan quietly. He raised his palm and clenched it suddenly in the air.
"Yu!"
As Xiao Budian let out a soft drink, the space around him shook, and the layers of space folds overlapped together, like a shiny wall.
In these spatial folds and faults, one can vaguely feel the invisible force moving crazily, like a trapped beast that is bound, but still unable to break free.
The little boy strolled forward and chanted in a long voice: "The four directions above and below are called 'Yu'. The vast world and infinite space are all within our control."
As the little boy moved forward step by step, chanting word by word, a vast and boundless power that filled all directions of the world was suppressed. Even if Song Qingyuan's sword energy was invisible, he was still suppressed and unable to move.
There is a sword intention in the space, making a silent wail. It is the sword intention of Song Qingyuan's invisible sword energy of ice and fire. Under the suppression of the little one, it is like a dragon trapped in shallow water, and the scenery of the past is no longer there.
Song Qingyuan's complexion changed drastically. He had to exert all his strength to use the invisible sword energy of ice and fire. Now that the sword energy was suppressed by the little boy, even his own energy and spirit were suppressed, and he could only struggle in vain.
At this moment, Song Qingyuan's previous calmness had completely disappeared, and there was a hint of panic in his ferocious facial features.
He never expected that even with his invisible sword energy of both ice and fire, he would still be no match for the little boy. This was completely beyond his imagination.
At this moment, the little man had come to him, his eyes were calm and there was an undoubted domineering look.
"As disciples of Xuanmen Tianzong, the only people who can compete with us will always be our senior fellow apprentices, and the rest of us will be insignificant!"
The little boy looked at Song Qingyuan and suddenly smiled. Then he punched out and knocked Song Qingyuan away!
The protective and defensive restrictions of the Hidden Dragon Pot were triggered at the same time, protecting Song Qingyuan, but at the same time announcing his failure.
The monks of the Tianchi Sect outside the pot were as silent as death at this moment. All of them have been cultivating for thousands of years. But at this time, a feeling of helplessness suddenly arose in their hearts.
They really wanted to take a look at the sect leader Cao Wei, hoping that their sect leader could give them support and eliminate their sense of weakness, but they did not dare.
Reason tells them not to mess with Cao Wei at this time.
They would pay attention to Cao Wei's feelings, but others would not, and the Dharma conference fell into a faint commotion. Everyone could see the shocked look in the eyes of others.
Xiao Beidian's previous performance made everyone think that there would be a big gap between him and Zhu Yi, but now it seems that regardless of the fact that Zhu Yi has just been promoted to the middle stage of Jindan, Xiao Beidian's strength is not weaker than Zhu Yi.
Zhao Yan was dumbfounded and said: "Then... is that the power to control space? Although it is still raw and immature, the mysterious principles and artistic conception contained in it may not be understood by even the Nascent Soul Stage monks, right?"
Tao Yaoyao had an extremely solemn expression on his face, but he did not answer Zhao Yan's question.
The power of the Xuanmen Tianzong disciples once again shocked everyone.
Cao Wei stared at the Hidden Dragon Pot expressionlessly, as if his whole person had turned into a statue.
"On behalf of my disciples, I would like to thank Sect Leader Cao for your generosity." Lin Feng said with a smile: "You are welcome to come again for similar gambling games, and you are welcome to come often."
"There are two more competitions ahead. Are you interested in making two more bets? Oh, by the way. Before that, I would like to ask you to clear your bets this time. I remember that Sect Master Cao said, you
He is a person who doesn't like credit. It just so happens that I am also such a person."
Cao Weiren finally moved. He turned around and stared at Lin Feng for a long time. After taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice: "I am willing to admit defeat. I, the Tianchi Sect, can afford to lose."
At the same time, I thought of the laughter of King Zuoxian of Beirong: "Don't forget my Leng Hua Youjing."
Although Huo Xiu didn't speak, it was impossible for Cao Wei to ignore him as he stood here.
At this moment, Cao Wei's state of mind, which he had practiced Taoism for thousands of years, was filled with anger and he had the urge to spurt blood.
Liuguang Sword Master looked solemn and without saying a word, he threw the stone tablet with the sword marks of Shaoshang's sword to Lin Feng. Gambling Dao Master Zhuge Guang also gave a wry smile and handed over his Eight Blood Ginseng.
Cao Wei's pair of flying snow feathers will carry the two-pole natural flowers from the Snow Mountain Tianchi, but they won't arrive for a while.
But Lin Feng had already made a lot of money. When the little boy and Song Qingyuan came out of the Hidden Dragon Pot and asked him to fulfill the bet and hand over the Ice Soul Cold Light Mirror, Song Qingyuan, who was already looking depressed, almost breathed a sigh of relief.
I fainted from anger before I came up.
If it weren't for the huge attention, Song Qingyuan would definitely fight to the death with Xiao Doian, even if he couldn't fight and escape, handing over the Ice Soul Cold Light Mirror without saying anything, it would be no different from digging out his own lifeblood.
But with Lin Feng, Cao Wei and a group of Yuanshen bosses weighing on her, Song Qingyuan had no choice but to hand over the magic weapon, with sad and desperate eyes like a girl who had been passed over a thousand times by hundreds of big men.
The little one took the Bingso Cold Light Mirror honestly and politely. After looking at it, he smiled at Zhu Yi and said, "Second Senior Brother, do I have two Nascent Soul stage magic weapons now?"
Zhu Yi smiled noncommittally, and the little boy's next words made the already sad Song Qingyuan so angry that he vomited blood.
"This business is very easy to do. Second Senior Brother, when you have a competition later, why don't you also have a bet with Princess Xingyun?"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the Qin Dynasty from top to bottom, including the three Yuanshen bosses, all turned dark.