"Wang Renping, you must die!" The anger in Liu Zheji's heart turned into a flame, burning him completely unconscious, and he was about to rush into the ring before he saw it.
"Don't be impulsive, that little girl is fine." Bai Wuchang's voice suddenly came to Liu Zheji's mind.
Liu Zheji was stunned and stopped in confusion.
"Wang Renping wins this match!" After Qinyin Hall Master announced that Wang Renping had won, a boiling heat wave suddenly rose from the corner of the arena, causing her to look at Jiang Nichang in surprise.
At this time, the two Tsing Yi disciples were about to go to rescue Jiang Nichang, but suddenly a violent fire broke out from Jiang Nichang's body lying on the ground, frightening them and hurriedly ran into the formation's light film.
Jiang Hanyun's expression, which was gradually losing control, suddenly condensed. His body flashed and he appeared in the ring instantly.
"Hall Master Jiang, this is a big competition!" Hall Master Qinyin frowned at Jiang Hanyun who suddenly appeared.
"I know, I will go to the Presbyterian Hall to receive the punishment afterwards." After Jiang Hanyun finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Nichang's position with some excitement.
I saw that at that location, hot air waves were spreading out in waves. Wang Renping couldn't help but take a step back when he felt the air.
"What is this?" Wang Renping murmured slightly panicked.
"The phoenix is in Nirvana, soaring in the wild. The Jiang family boy has given birth to a good daughter." Above the No. 1 arena, I don't know when I was hiding on a white cloud here. Three old men were sitting around a wide table drinking.
While watching the game, the noise coming from below naturally could not escape their eyes.
"Senior Brother Huang, this is the fate of this little girl. You cannot envy her." An old man in gray clothes smiled and said to the old man who spoke. He was the ancestor Huan Heng who had visited Liu Zheji before.
Old Ancestor Huang has a rather stocky figure. Even wearing a loose shirt can't cover the bulge in his abdomen. "I'm not saying I'm envious, but this phoenix spirit body is very rare among big men. It appears here."
I am Zhongxu Academy, how can I envy you so much?"
"Hahaha!" Huan Heng and another old man couldn't help laughing loudly when they heard this, and at the same time they drank all the wine in their hands.
The burning heat on Jiang Nichang's body became more and more intense, and suddenly a red fireball burst out, covering her whole body.
The master of Qinyin Hall seemed to think of something when she saw the fireball. She couldn't help but asked Jiang Hanyun in surprise: "Phoenix spirit body?"
"Exactly!" Jiang Hanyun was very proud at this time. This is the Phoenix Spirit, a high-level spirit that rarely appears in thousands of years.
"Phoenix spirit body?" Liu Zheji's expression also became surprised.
"Yes!" Bai Wuchang said solemnly, "I didn't expect this girl to have such a spiritual body. Now that she has awakened, her future cultivation path will be smooth." Bai Wuchang couldn't help but sigh when he said this.
"What is a spirit body?" Liu Zheji couldn't help but ask.
Bai Wuchang's voice paused, and then he said: "You don't know about spirits?"
"I don't know..." Liu Zheji replied honestly.
"I told you to read more books earlier. Are you ignorant now?" Bai Bai
Wu Chang hummed twice and continued: "A warrior will have a chance to obtain a kind of spiritual body after becoming an innate, but this spiritual body will lie dormant in the warrior's body and will only be awakened by certain incentives. After awakening, he will gain incredible abilities.
Cultivation will also be extremely smooth."
Listening to Bai Wuchang's description, Liu Zheji suddenly thought of a person. He remembered that Zou Qingshui suddenly had strange abilities after receiving the inheritance of the Silver Emperor. I wonder if this is a kind of spiritual body?
Just as Liu Zheji and Bai Wuchang were talking, the fireball in the arena suddenly changed. A crack was gradually formed from the middle of the fireball. With a crackling sound, the fireball split into two halves, and a phoenix formed.
The phantom flashed past the fireball, and Jiang Nichang's figure suddenly appeared.
"Nichang!" Jiang Hanyun ignored the remaining high temperature around him and came to Jiang Nichang in a flash.
"Dad? What's going on?" Jiang Nichang looked at the burning wreckage around her with confusion in her eyes.
"Go back and talk, go back and talk." Although Jiang Hanyun didn't show a smile, his ever-rising brows still revealed how happy he was in his heart. Afterwards, Jiang Hanyun left the ring with Jiang Nichang, not even watching the next competition.
.Jiang Nishang
The Phoenix Spiritual Body was awakened as a blessing in disguise. The disciples of the Sword Hall were naturally very happy, but Wang Renping's behavior was still despised by everyone. In the two competitions, people were seriously injured each time. If Jiang Nichang hadn't been lucky this time, he would have been seriously injured.
fate.
There was an immediate polarization in the spectator seats, with Hongde Hall and Zhu Dantang on one side, and Yutang Hall on the other. The disciples on both sides were sarcastic and sarcastic at each other in the spectator seats, and almost started to fight.
"Which one of you two halls is not from our place? You have the most resources in the entire academy, and you come to bully us in the end? How can there be such a reason?" A female disciple from Qinyintang blushed and asked Hongdetang next to her.
The disciples were arguing, and the female disciple who was cheering next to her said something to me, which frightened the disciple of Hongde Hall so much that he did not dare to speak out.
After Liu Zheji entered the ring, the war of words in the spectator seats had already heated up. Since the seats were relatively concentrated, almost everyone in the halls, except for those who were close disciples in private, sat together. The huge auditorium was divided into several studios.
, the disciples from Jian Tang and Qin Yin Tang were the most quarrelsome.
"Sister, will nothing happen if this happens?" A woman in purple clothes said to the master of Qinyin Hall.
"Let them make a noise, no matter how loud it is, Zhongxu Mountain has been peaceful for too long." The leader of Qinyin Hall said coldly. She has also been dissatisfied with Hongde Hall and Zhu Dan Hall for a long time, and the attitude of the people below also indirectly represents
her attitude.
"Hey! Have you seen enough excitement?" Zhang Hongyu's face was dark. Liu Zheji completely ignored him after entering the ring. He was listening to the quarrel in the spectator seats with interest, and he couldn't help but be angry.
roared.
When Liu Zheji saw Zhang Hongyu getting angry, he turned around with a smile and saw him cupping his hands and saying: "Senior brother, don't be angry. Aren't we in the same camp now? It would be good to promote our relationship more."
"Who is in the same camp as you!" Zhang Hongyu's nose was so angry that he wiped his hands in the air, and dozens of small swords appeared in front of him. He shouted sharply, "Look at the sword!"
"Just hit me?" Liu Zheji was startled, a green light glowed from his feet, and he instantly widened the attack range of the small sword.
"Run? You can't outrun my sword!" Zhang Hongyu sneered and waved his hands continuously. The small sword flying in the air suddenly split into two parts. The densely packed small swords were arranged in a straight line in the air. Liu Zheji heard the sound coming from behind him.
I couldn't help but look back when I heard the "whoosh" sound.
"Oh my god!"
Liu Zheji was so frightened that he sped up again, but Xiaojian refused to let him go, staring at Liu Zheji's butt and chasing after him.
"Ah! Ah!"
Liu Zheji's screams kept ringing in the ring, and even the disciples in the spectator seats paused their quarrels and looked toward the ring.
They couldn't help but laugh a little when they saw Liu Zheji being chased and screamed by a group of small swordsmen, but as they smiled, everyone's expressions suddenly became strange.
It was true that Liu Zheji screamed, but he always kept a certain distance from Xiaojian. Whenever Zhang Hongyu tried to speed up, Liu Zheji would also rush forward to distance himself. By controlling the spiritual weapon in this way, Zhang Hongyu's real
His energy was depleted very quickly. Just after Zhang Hongyu couldn't bear it anymore and called Xiaojian back, Liu Zheji chased Xiaojian again, shouting while chasing: "Don't run away! Senior Brother Zhang! Let them chase me quickly."
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Zhang Hongyu almost spat out a mouthful of blood when he finally realized that Liu Zheji was just faking it.
"Are you kidding me?" Zhang Hongyu withdrew his sword and stared at Liu Zheji with red eyes. The sword in his hand was about to move. As long as Liu Zheji showed any flaw, Zhang Hongyu was ready to control the sword and stab him.
"I didn't." Liu Zheji shook his head and did not approach Zhang Hongyu, keeping a safe distance from him.
Zhang Hongyu was frustrated by Liu Zheji's cautiousness. He tried to catch up but couldn't, and Liu Zheji refused to fight him. The rhythm of this competition was completely under the control of his opponent.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Hongyu was so angry that he finally unleashed all his strength. He mobilized all his true energy and poured it into the small swords around him. When the small swords received this huge amount of true energy, they immediately transformed into two, two into four, and finally
The densely packed small swords kept rotating around Zhang Hongyu, almost submerging his body in them.
"Go!" Zhang Hongyu saw that the number of small swords was almost there. His sword pointed at Liu Zheji, and the small swords around him were like arms, attacking Liu Zheji like a dark cloud overwhelming the sky.
"You're in trouble!" Seeing the small sword forming a big net to cover him, Liu Zheji had to become serious. He flashed his legs and reached the extreme speed of his ethereal steps, desperately trying to avoid the dark clouds.
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But at this time, how fast was the little sword under the blessing of Zhang Hongyu's secret technique? Liu Zheji couldn't dodge several times, and his whole body was bleeding from being stabbed by the small sword in several places.
"Senior Brother Liu's situation is not good."
In the spectator seats, the white-clothed disciples of the sword hall watched Liu Zheji barely dodge a few attacks and then his body became obviously stiff. They guessed that Liu Zheji had been injured. If this continued, Liu Zheji would be defeated sooner or later.
"Don't panic, senior brother, he still has a backup plan that he can't use." Lan Xing held his breath and looked at the ring.
Liu Zheji is almost dancing on the tip of the sword now. Every time the airtight sword surrounds Liu Zheji, it will add a wound to his body. If there is a mistake at this time, the competition can be declared over.