But the smile in that man’s eyes could not be concealed.
Although we all got along well yesterday, we are still competitors after all.
If others have a little misfortune, he is also very happy to see the consequences.
Although he does not think that Xie Duanyang, who is in the early stages of foundation building, will be a strong competitor for him.
Xie Duanyang ignored him, just looked up at Yan Que on the field, and thought to himself.
The other party will not challenge you for no reason, especially if you have just arrived and have not done anything eye-catching except meeting Yan Xuanyang.
Yan Que most likely accepted someone else's request.
If I remember correctly, after he defeated him, he once turned his head and looked around a corner.
And there is no one else in that direction, so someone must be transmitting the message secretly.
Yan Xuanyang, or Yan Xuanye?
He tapped his toes and used the "Wind Control Technique" to fly to the stage. Xie Duanyang already had an inference in his mind.
It shouldn't be Yan Xuanyang. As an alchemy monk, he shouldn't be able to use these little tricks.
But it was Yan Xuanye, who was known as "a hundred secrets without leakage", who was so dedicated to collecting information about himself.
I’m just afraid that you can’t force me to use my method to suppress the situation!
Xie Duanyang sneered in his heart, and was not in a hurry to release the magic weapon. Instead, he looked at Yan Que leisurely, who had a slight sweat on his forehead, and said with a gentle smile.
"Fang Dao Yan has fought with someone before, so the mana consumption should be quite large.
Why don't you take a short break, otherwise Xie will inevitably feel that he is too weak to win?"
Hearing this, Yan Que couldn't help but blush on his face, always feeling that Xie Duanyang was sarcastically mocking him.
He is in the middle stage of foundation building, but he challenges an early stage monk who has only been building foundation for a few years.
What's more, the disciples in the martial arts hall may not necessarily have the best spiritual qualifications, but all of them are good at fighting.
As for Xie Duanyang, except for refining weapons, he seems to have never heard of any successful achievements, and maybe he has never fought with others a few times.
He also has a high self-esteem, how can he endure it?
"No need, the game just now was just a warm-up, Yan Que is in good condition now.
Fellow Taoist, just let it go and attack."
Yan Que didn't release the magic weapon, but just moved forward with one hand, making an invitation gesture.
As soon as the sole of his foot stepped on the spot, several vines as thick as an arm immediately emerged from the ground, faintly surrounding it.
It’s clear that Xie Duanyang will make the first move.
"In that case, Xie is welcome."
Xie Duanyang laughed and spit out a small red bell.
The little bell swelled in the wind, and in an instant it grew to four feet long, hanging above his head.
Then it turned around and released a layer of misty flames to protect its body.
After doing this, Xie Duanyang pointed his fingers together.
The aura of the small flying knife jumped into the air, turned into a red rainbow, and flew away, heading straight for Yan Que's neck.
The momentum and speed are not weak.
Seeing this scene, Yan Que's expression became a little more solemn, no longer the same as before.
However, he still did not release the small green sword that he had just used with his tribe.
Instead, he quickly moved his feet and shuttled back and forth between the vines without touching the leaves above.
His body skills also look extraordinary.
And his hands were not idle either. He pointed with his ten fingers in turn and muttered something in his mouth.
Along with his voice, a layer of green light suddenly appeared on his body, turning into countless light spots and falling on the vines.
Then these vines seemed to suddenly come to life, meandering around the ground at extremely fast speeds, like spiritual snakes.
Moreover, while swimming, the vines are still dividing and multiplying.
Immediately, the number increased from the original six to more than three or four times.
It sounds slow, but in fact it only takes one or two breaths.
At this time, the flying knife had already crossed a distance of more than twenty feet and appeared in front of Yan Que.
"Get up!"
Yan Que shouted loudly, clenched his hands into fists, and then raised them up.
Then the vines raised their heads like snakes and sprang up.
It twisted and circled in front of Yan Que, forming a thick wall of vines.
Chihong cut it off without any politeness.
The wall shook violently, revealing clear cracks as deep as the length of a forearm.
Green juice and broken leaves splashed everywhere.
At the same time, more green smoke was rising fiercely.
The cracks were burned by the heat from the flying knife, showing scorch marks.
Yan Que's face turned slightly pale, and it was obvious that the power of the flying knife was beyond his expectation.
When the two phases collided, the energy flowed back and suffered a slight loss.
No longer daring to look down on Xie Duanyang, Yan Que took a deep breath, pressed his hands on the vine wall, and poured 100% of his mana into it without reservation.
As the wall swelled, the vines themselves became more and more slender, only as thick as an ordinary little finger.
However, its toughness increased instead of decreasing, and it suddenly blocked the flying knife that had not lost its strength.
Xie Duanyang showed no signs of disappointment and recalled the flying knife.
Just now I took action, but the power of the flying knife could not be fully exerted.
Although his own magic power of metal and fire naturally has the power to restrain Yan Que from summoning the Yimu essence in the vines.
But Yan Que was quite clever and built dozens of layers of vine walls.
The wood is soft and constantly twisting.
Just like a smoke-like protective weapon, the attack from the flying knife is distributed to the entire wall and hundreds of vines.
Dissolve the sharp characteristics of flying swords and flying knives into the invisible.
Wait for the two sides to compete with each other for their deep magic power.
In this regard, Yan Que, who is in the middle stage of foundation building, certainly has an advantage over Xie Duanyang, who has reservations.
What's more, he was standing behind the vine wall, but Xie Duanyang's flying knife was twenty or thirty feet away from him.
After a slight pause in the air, the flying knife turned into a rainbow and flew out again.
The sword moves changed from horizontal cuts to vertical cuts.
Moreover, it is not a straight line. The force of the knife twists and changes, exactly following the entangled arrangement of the vines.
At the same time, Dao Hong also shrinks into a circle, minimizing the opponent's unloading force.
This time the effect was much more significant than before. A hole the size of a bowl was immediately drilled into the vine wall.
After all, the vines are transformed by magic and are not as hard as magical weapons.
Yan Que twirled his hands, and the vines changed and became entangled again.
The original vine wall turned into a huge takraw ball that tightly wrapped around the flying knife.
The body itself is connected on the tips of its toes and then swept away.
He retreated ten feet away in one breath.
Without him as the host, how could Sepak Takraw compete with the flying knives? It was quickly cut into hundreds or even thousands of segments, flying down from the sky.
Most of them quickly disintegrated, but some still maintained their original form.
But this was enough for Yan Que to release his most important "Green Bamboo Sword", which turned into a green rainbow and faced the flying knife.
The green and red rainbow lights chase and collide in the air, which is indescribably beautiful.
Seeing the green bamboo sword resisting Xie Duanyang's flying knife, Yan Que breathed a sigh of relief and used both distractions.
On one side, he controls the flying sword, and on the other side, he casts a spell again to control the vines on the ground that were cut to pieces by Xie Duanyang.