Linghu Heng turned around and saw that the person speaking was none other than Zhao Xuanqi, who was defeated by Linghu Heng. Linghu Heng smiled instead and said, "I'm better than you, too. You haven't even won a single match!"
Linghu Heng was telling the truth. In his first match, Zhao Xuanqi faced off against the mysterious master from Yaoshen Valley, the only participating disciple who had reached the golden body stage. In the end, he was knocked down in less than three moves. This was still
People gave him face, otherwise the outcome would have been decided in one move. Linghu Heng felt that it was normal. Neither Zhao Xuanqi was his opponent. After all, the gap in strength was there. But Zhao Xuanqi didn't think so. Since he was ordered
After Hu Heng defeated him with his pupil technique, his cultivation level has not improved, but there are signs of regression. He has always resented Linghu Heng. In his opinion, it was Linghu Heng's fault that his cultivation level could not improve.
He also didn't want to think about who was the one who bullied the smaller ones and was defeated by others. If he wanted to find the culprit, he would be the first to blame himself. The inner demons had eroded him and he could not advance because of his cultivation.
But Zhao Xuanqi doesn't think so. He is always thinking about how to regain his position. But he knows that he can't even defeat Linghu Heng who is in the Dan stage, let alone someone who is as good as him or even better than him.
He could only place his hope on others, so he was secretly happy for a long time knowing that Linghu Heng was about to face Fan Mu. Through inquiring, he found out that Fan Mu was the most elite disciple of Lingtian Palace.
His cultivation has reached the late Nascent Soul stage, and he is only one step away from entering the Golden Body stage. He felt that the opportunity had come, and the scene just happened.
What Zhao Xuanqi didn't expect was that he failed to humiliate Linghu Heng, but was humiliated by Linghu Heng instead. He bitterly said a harsh word: "Hmph, wait until you can stand up from the stage before you say this!"
After that, he left without looking back.
Linghu Heng secretly despised this kind of villain and said: "It's really embarrassing!"
At this moment, a person was walking towards Linghu Heng. Linghu Heng frowned. He found out that it was the mysterious man with the highest cultivation level in Yaoshen Valley. He thought to himself: "Why is he here? Could it be...?"
Before he could finish his thoughts, the mysterious man said: "Are you Linghu Heng? The junior sisters keep mentioning you!"
Linghu Heng secretly thought: "Sure enough!" Then he pretended not to recognize him and said: "Who are you?"
The mysterious man smiled slightly, stretched out his slender and white right hand, and said, "Nice to meet you, my honor!"
Linghu Heng couldn't refuse, so he stretched out his hand to hold Ling Yu's hand and said, "Excuse me, senior brother Ling Yu, why are you here?"
Lingyu smiled slightly and said: "I often hear my junior sister nagging me that there is a little fox that I promised to take her out to play with, but I haven't seen him for more than half a year. I was very curious, so I came over to take a look at what my junior sister was talking about.
Who is this little fox? I didn’t expect that he turned out to be a heroic and promising young man. It is indeed a worthwhile trip!”
Linghu Heng was embarrassed by his praise, and he also thought of that Lingyao girl who was noisy and unruly, comparable to a little witch. He smiled slightly and said: "I don't dare to do it, I don't dare to do it! I wonder how Junior Sister Lingyao is doing? Senior Sister Lingsu
Woolen cloth?"
Lingyu obviously had a headache for this junior sister, and said: "Oh, it's just like usual. Master is not here, and she is the king of the valley. She doesn't even listen to my words. Fortunately, junior sister Lingsu can calm her down, otherwise I don't know how to provoke her."
What a mess!"
Linghu Heng looked at the disciples at Yaoshen Valley and said, "Then why don't they come?"
Lingyu shook his head and said: "Junior Sister Lingyao's cultivation level is too low to keep up with our speed. And Junior Sister Lingsu is not practicing martial arts, but alchemy skills. She doesn't want to participate in the competition, so naturally
I don’t want to come here. If Junior Sister Lingsu is not here, wouldn’t Junior Sister Lingyao be in trouble?” Speaking of this, Lingyu couldn’t help but chuckle.
After Linghu Heng heard this, he also smiled heartily. This Lingyao was really a little demon king, even worse than the little witch.
At this moment, in the Medicine God Valley, a little girl who was wasting the elixir suddenly sneezed, rubbed her cute nose, and murmured to herself: "Who is talking about me?" After that, he started to carelessly again.
Fei Di is wasting the elixir...
After Lingyu's smile faded, he looked serious and said, "Are you going to face Fan Mu later?"
Linghu Heng nodded and said, "Senior brother, have you heard anything about it?"
Lingyu glanced at the disciples of Lingtian Palace intentionally or unintentionally, and said: "I think that curtain is not simple, you should be careful!"
Linghu Heng saw that Ling Yu, with his level of cultivation, said this, so naturally he didn't dare to be careless. He nodded and said, "Thank you, senior brother. I will be careful!"
At this moment, on the competition stage, an elder from Lingtian Palace said loudly: "Linghu Heng of the Ancient Sword Sect and Fan Mu of Lingtian Palace, please come on stage and prepare for the competition!"
Lingyu said: "Be careful!"
Wu Zhen also overheard the conversation between Linghu Heng and Ling Yu, and was naturally worried. He said sincerely: "Junior brother, be careful. Don't show off if you can't defeat him!"
Linghu Heng, however, was full of confidence, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Don't worry!" After that, he strode towards the competition stage. Linghu Heng didn't want to be too high-profile, so he didn't use the floating technique to fly up to the stage.
, but Fan Mu didn't think so. He saw him flipping onto the stage with a somersault under the cheers of the Lingtian Palace disciples. At this moment, Linghu Heng happened to walk on the stage. He happened to see this scene and secretly said with contempt in his heart: "What the hell?"
Is this meaningful? It’s better to save some effort!”
Although Linghu Heng was disdainful, he did not dare to take it lightly. After all, Fan Mu's cultivation level was much higher than his. When the elder of Lingtian Palace saw both of them on the stage, he slowly said: "The rules of the competition are exactly the same as last time.
, there is no time limit for the competition, if you have any questions, you can raise them now, if not, the competition will begin!"
Neither of them spoke, but Linghu Heng looked at Fan Mu expressionlessly, while Fan Mu looked at Linghu Heng with some contempt. Seeing that both of them were silent, the elder of Lingtian Palace regarded them as acquiescing to the rules, and
Without further ado, he stepped aside and stood with his hands down.
Fan Mu smiled coldly and said contemptuously: "Boy, you are not my opponent. If you have any consciousness, just step down yourself to avoid making a fool of yourself!"
Linghu Heng said expressionlessly: "Did you know that I have a bad habit?"
Fan Mu was stunned and said, "What habit?"
Linghu Heng suddenly smiled and said: "That means I have never believed in evil. You said I can't beat you, but I don't think so!"
Fan Mu was furious when he heard this and shouted: "Yellow-haired boy, if you dare to tease me, I will eat your grandfather's mouth!" It turns out that Fan Mu is tall and the weapons he wields need to be wielded by a strong person.
Zaoyang Spear. This Zaoyang Spear is seven feet long in total and six feet above the handle. Most of the spear's head is a round hammer like a date, with six rows of iron nails and three nails on top.
The tip of the spear is open on all sides, and there is a prismatic iron blade at the end of the handle. The handle is made of thousand-year-old jujube wood. It is extremely tough and heavy and cannot be used by people without strong strength.
Linghu Heng had already noticed this detail, so he was not intimidated by Fan Mu's momentum. It should be noted that although he was still young, he had experienced many life and death situations, and he was still able to calm down at that time.
How could he be afraid at this moment? He immediately took out the "Wufeng" fairy sword and held the Zaoyang spear.
Speaking of the weight of the "Wufeng" fairy sword, it is no less than Zaoyangshan, or even heavier than Zaoyangshan. After all, the sword spirit Wufeng has absorbed nearly a thousand sword energy, and it has almost turned into a physical entity. To say that
This fairy sword is a treasure of the Ancient Sword Sect, which makes perfect sense.
There is nothing surprising about Fan Mu's moves. They are powerful, heavy, chopping, blocking, intercepting, blocking, teasing, rushing, leading, picking, stabbing, swinging and other moves. He uses them over and over again. It looks majestic, but it is not.
Bring any substantial harm to Linghu Heng.
Despite Linghu Heng's small stature, his strength is not small. He wields an extremely heavy "Fengless" fairy sword and holds a Zaoyang spear of similar weight. He can still do it with ease. It's just that he can't touch it.
Is Zhunfanmu still hiding behind the scenes, so he doesn't dare to take the initiative?
However, the two of them fought for a hundred rounds, and Fan Mu used his moves again and again, but they still couldn't fight for a long time. Fan Mu couldn't help but feel anxious, and said to himself: "I have to fight a kid like this for more than a hundred rounds.
If you can't take it, wouldn't you be living up to my reputation? No, it seems like I have to use a magic weapon!"
Linghu Heng saw Fan Mu's eyes twinkling and knew that his martial arts skills were poor and that his martial arts skills were probably ordinary. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: "You stupid bear, you actually scare me by acting like you have great martial arts skills. Look at me."
How to deal with you!"
What Linghu Heng said he didn't know was that Fan Mu was born as a secular general, and he only used the ancestral technique inherited from his family, without any exquisite moves. It should be noted that the tactic must be matched with a war horse to exert its maximum strength, and after dismounting,
The power is greatly reduced, and even the most famous stunt of "returning the carbine" cannot be used.
So why did Fan Mu not use the magic weapon directly, but chose to use the weapon? In his consciousness, the weapon represents a kind of status. After all, not everyone can afford to play the weapon, not to mention his Zaoyang weapon that has been tempered for thousands of times.
. And his opponents in the past were relatively weak. Even with this half-baked technique, coupled with his late Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivation, he still danced with such mighty power that most people would be shocked when they saw it.
, had no intention of taking on the challenge. But is Linghu Heng so easy to fool? Of course not! Linghu Heng studied under the Taoist Taoist Taoist Master, and his basic skills are extremely solid. And he has experienced so many life-and-death situations, and has already tempered his mentality to a mountain.
He has lost his previous level of expression without changing his expression. How can he be fooled by Fan Mu's previous opponents?
Linghu Heng seized the momentary gap when Fan Mu wanted to remove the magic weapon and launched the "Linfeng Sword Control Technique" in an instant. A wave of swordsmanship surged towards Fan Mu!
Fan Mu was not surprised that Linghu Heng, who had been suppressed by him and had no power to fight back, would actually attack him at the moment he showed a flaw. He was shocked immediately. He didn't even have time to take out the magic weapon, so he quickly picked up the Zaoyang Pistol.
, to block Linghu Heng’s phantom-like fairy sword.
"boom!!!"
With a muffled sound, Fan Mu was pushed back several steps by the "Wufeng" sword. His foot slipped and he almost fell off the stage! (To be continued)