Beiyuan Venerable Jiao Boyang glanced at Fang Jinzhi and curled his lips:
"To be your junior brother, he should be a true disciple. As far as I know, the true disciples among the peaks of the Yuling Sect are all in the Golden Core stage. Where does the Foundation Establishment stage come from? It's not nonsense."
"Master Nephew Hong has just advanced to foundation building. Although he is extremely talented, how can he be Yin Jiao's opponent in a few years? Let's end the matter here."
Head Cao Jing said directly.
"Extremely talented?"
Yin Jiao's eyes lit up and he smiled:
"Uncle Cao, since this junior brother is so special, you might as well give me a try. I won't bully him because he is young. I will only compete with him on his skills, not on his strength. How about that?"
"this……?"
Cao Jing hesitated.
Ordinary discussions and competitions are all directly based on strength.
This is the simplest and most direct method.
But in ancient times, things were different.
Especially among the low-level monks who are extremely talented, how can they compare their strength with their seniors? There is no way to compare, so there is a method of comparing spells later.
This method is very simple, two people cast the spell at the same time.
This spell only uses the spiritual power of the Qi refining period, and its power is limited.
But through magic, you can test your understanding of spells and runes. In this way, even if you have a low level of cultivation, you can still win. In ancient times, there were some monsters who used this method to win in the golden elixir stage.
The true king of God.
Later, most of these monsters ascended to the fairy world, leaving behind endless legends.
But this method has not been used for many years.
"If you are willing to give it a try, then come with me."
Cao Jing hesitated for a moment and then agreed.
Although Yin Jiao has a higher level of cultivation, in terms of age, he should be about the same as Hong Ming. To practice Tianhe Zhengfa, Hong Ming has to create his own. Apart from anything else, in terms of spells and runes, he should not be weaker than Yin Jiao.
How much is.
Pushed away the others.
Cao Jing took Yin Jiao and a few others and flew towards Tianhe Peak. Many outer disciples and inner disciples dispersed, and only a few true disciples and Master Yuanying followed.
When they arrived at Tianhe Peak, Cao Jing woke up Shu San.
Shu San was originally practicing and practicing happily. He was suddenly woken up and was very unhappy. But when he saw so many seniors, he panicked.
"Hong Ming is still in the cave?"
Cao Jing asked.
Shu San nodded and said bravely:
"Senior, Tianhe Peak is where Senior Uncle Murong lives, and Senior Brother Hong is a true disciple. If there is nothing wrong with Senior, it is best not to disturb him."
Fang Jinzhi smiled when he heard this:
"You little yellow rat, I met you hundreds of years ago. You were as timid as a rat at the time. I didn't expect that after so many years of not seeing you, you actually grew up a bit."
Guard San lowered his head: "Don't dare, senior brother is just joking. Actually, Senior Uncle Murong has told me that it will not be good if you really offend Senior Uncle Murong."
"Stop trying to pressure me with that old guy Murong He."
Head Cao said angrily:
"Go and call Hong Ming out."
Guards San's scalp was numb, so he could only come to Hongming's cave, ready to sacrifice the transmission talisman and call Hong Ming out. But before the transmission talisman was raised, Hong Ming walked out of the formation.
Hong Ming said hello in turn and stood outside the cave.
"Hong Ming, this is the Yin Jiao of the Guangling Sect. We are both in the foundation building period. I want to discuss Taoism and Dharma with you. You can try it with him." Cao Jing said directly.
Hong Ming has reached the twelfth level of Qi training. Cao Jing has never mentioned this matter except his ancestor. Therefore, even Cao Jing is curious about how Hong Ming can advance to the twelfth level of Qi training.
, what’s so great about it.
"Junior Brother Hong, please!"
Yin Jiao stood up and stared at Hong Ming, a strange color flashing in his eyes.
This man's aura is much weaker, probably because he has just advanced to the foundation building stage. No wonder the Yuling Sect didn't send him to fight.
Hong Ming shook his head:
"I have just advanced to foundation building. No matter whether it is spells or many methods, I am not prepared. Naturally, I will not be your opponent. Let's forget about this competition. You should leave early so that I can practice in seclusion."
"Junior brother Hong, don't worry. You and I are competing for skills, not combat prowess."
Yin Jiao spoke.
"Oh, fellow Taoist, what you mean is that you and I each cast a spell to see who can deal with it?" Hong Ming had a look of surprise on his face, and something moved in his heart.
"Yes, that's right. You cast a spell to see if I can handle it, and I cast a spell to see if you can break it." Yin Jiao followed up.
"This matter..."
Hong Ming frowned and said, "That's not right."
"What's wrong?"
Yin Jiao raised his eyebrows. He had some objections to Hong Ming in his heart. He was too troubled.
Hong Ming said seriously:
"I have worked hard to understand these many spells. If I cast them like this, I will lose the opportunity to fight against the enemy in the future, but I will suffer a big loss."
"How are you doing?"
"How about adding some bonuses?"
Hong Ming smiled slightly and took out the Thunder Abyss Grass from his storage bag.
The nearly 6,000-year-old Thunder Abyss Grass formed into a piece of thunder and was placed in front of Hong Ming's eyes. Many monks were stunned when they saw this spiritual material.
"Thunder Abyss grass that is close to six thousand years old, a seventh-level spiritual material. You must bring out spiritual materials that are not inferior to mine. If you can't break my spell, give me your spiritual materials. If I can't break it,
Your spells and my spiritual materials will belong to you."
Hong Ming said straightforwardly.
When Master Beiyuan heard this, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
But after thinking about it, there is nothing wrong with it.
At worst, it's just a loss of spiritual material.
If you win, you can also win such a spiritual material, so it won't be a loss no matter what.
Yin Jiao thought about it and took out a vine that was less than five thousand years old from his storage bag. This vine contained pure and rich spiritual energy, and the leaves on the vine turned purple.
Xuantian Purple Leaf Vine.
The unique eighth-level spiritual materials in the secret realm of Guangling Zong are extremely precious.
"This Xuantian Purple Leaf Vine was originally intended to be used to refine a treasure. Although the age is a little different, it is even rarer and should be worth as much as your spiritual material."
Yin Jiao took it out without hesitation.
Venerable Beiyuan wanted to stop him, feeling that something was wrong, but at this moment, he hesitated and didn't know what the reason was.
"Okay, just this spiritual material. If I win, I can refine a treasure."
Hong Ming smiled calmly.
Then he looked at Yin Jiao and said with a smile:
"Then you go first, or me first."
"Junior Brother Hong, please go first. I also want to see the power and mystery of Junior Brother's spells." Yin Jiao said politely.
Hong Ming was not polite, pinched the spell in his hand and said:
"Senior Brother Hong, this is my spell. How can you break it?"
As he spoke, two rays of light, one black and one white, appeared from Hong Ming's storage bag and fell in front of him. The two rays of light first merged together to form a figure, and then separated to form a black shadow and a white figure.