Soon, those words were drowned out by the explosion of spiritual energy collision, and the two colors of spiritual light intertwined and changed, making it difficult to distinguish.
After a stalemate over a cup of tea, the spiritual light began to weaken, and the lounge returned to darkness. Han Yi sat in a corner, gently rubbing the black iron ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and listened.
The fighting battlefield became quiet for a while, and no one could be heard. After a long time, someone murmured.
"It turned out to be a tie."
"Their strength seems to have reached the level of Dragon Gate."
"Dragon Gate Breakthrough. I heard that Mr. Mo and Yu Huanqing from Tianmen will enter Longmen Gate in two months and start breaking through the barrier."
"Their strength has already surpassed the level of the disciples of the outer palace. I am afraid that many of the disciples of the inner palace are no match for them. The two of them have stayed in the outer palace for the sake of the members of the Tianmen. Over the years, there have been few people in the Tianmen.
Those with outstanding talent can hold up the banner."
It seems that Senior Brother Mo and Senior Sister Yu are really leaving Waifu, Tianmen. Now I am a little curious about what kind of organization it is. Han Yi thought to himself.
"The next match is with Zhao Tian, who is in the late stage of cultivation as a spiritual master. The opponent requires the mid-stage spiritual master."
Someone on the battlefield announced loudly, and the words immediately aroused the ridicule of the old students. The disciples of Ling Mansion have only ever challenged by leapfrogging, and no one has ever challenged a being with a lower level of cultivation than themselves.
"It's really embarrassing for a late-stage spiritual master to challenge a mid-stage spiritual master." Someone sneered.
"Get out of here, coward."
"I really don't know how this person entered the Ling Mansion in the first place. He doesn't even have the courage to challenge a higher level."
"It's hard to say that. I've been a loser all these years. I've been hit so hard that I lose my confidence."
The young disciple who came on stage seemed to have his face flushed by the commotion around him. He stood there for a long time and no one came up to challenge him, so he was about to leave.
At this moment, a white figure flew down from the railing several meters high and stood firmly in the distance to confront the young man.
"Senior Brother Zhao Tian, I am not talented, so I am willing to fight."
Zhao Tian quickly held up his hands and showed a grateful smile.
"Thank you. I wonder what your junior brother's name is?"
"Han Yi."
"It turns out to be Junior Brother Han. It's not that Senior Brother didn't dare to challenge beyond the previous level. It's just that the technique he chose at the beginning was too strange. Although I have successfully practiced it now, even I am not sure what kind of power this technique has, so I have to come.
This battlefield is a test of one or two." Zhao Tian explained.
"That's very good, then please go all out, Senior Brother." Han Yi waved his hand, and a long sword with a black sheath appeared, "But before we start, Junior Brother has a suggestion, I wonder if Senior Brother Zhao Tian is interested in hearing it?"
"Junior brother, please tell me."
"Why don't we make a bet? If I lose, then the training resources for this month will belong to the senior brother. But if the senior brother loses, sorry, the senior brother will take away the training resources for this month. How about it?"
As Han Yi spoke, a cloth bag embroidered with black and white patterns appeared in the palm of his right hand. He held up the bag and waved it towards Zhao Tian with a smile on his face.
"Ten spiritual stones and a bottle of sea spirit pill, okay, deal."
Zhao Tian smiled and put his hands together to form a mudra.
"Then, let's get started."
"Let's begin." Han Yi drew his sword, and the moment the sword came out of its sheath, there was a faint roar of thunder.
"This kid, it turns out he is here for the spiritual stones and elixirs in Zhao Tian's hands." Outside the railing of the high platform, the young man who had just been talking to Han Yi smiled.
Right next to him, the protagonists of the previous battle stood side by side.
"Let's go. We can't underestimate the Dragon Gate invasion that will happen soon. There are many dangers there, and you will be killed if you are not careful."
"Yeah." The young man nodded, turned and left.
On the battlefield, Han Yi flew out with terrifying speed. He swung his sword, and thunder-attributed spiritual power surged out. The lightning flashed out, making it dazzling.
Zhao Tian looked at Han Yi who was approaching him, his fingers were flying, his handprints were changing, and a green spiritual power was flowing around his palms. Suddenly, a strange change occurred, and the ground paved with black iron stones on the fighting battlefield was under the ground.
A dozen thick vines grew instantly.
The Thunder Sky Sword slashed at those vines, making a dull sound, lightning flashed, and the vines turned pitch black and exploded into ashes.
"Yuzijie, barrier."
Zhao Tian stood still, his handprints changed, and an ancient and mysterious incantation appeared on the ground beneath his feet. At the same time, the battlefield shook violently, and countless green vines burst out of the ground, occupying a space of several hundred feet.
Han Yi couldn't escape at all, so he could only carefully sense everything around him. Those vines grew out, intertwined and formed a barrier, blocking the outside world's sight.
"Is it a wood-attribute spiritual art?" Han Yi smiled, "The Thunder Seven Killing Art seems to be able to restrain it."
He began to run the spiritual art, and the surging spiritual power was injected into the long sword, and the silver arc flashed and crackled.
"Break it for me."
Han Yi roared, whirled and slashed, and the sword light blasted out with thunder. A large vine in front of him was cut by the sword light, and the thunder exploded, turning it into ashes and disappearing.
Zhao Tian, who was hiding behind the vine curtain, seemed to sense Han Yi's actions, and his handprints changed rapidly.
The surrounding vines swam like poisonous snakes, and Han Yi frowned.
"What kind of spiritual secret is this? It can actually materialize spiritual power. That is a method that only Lingzong monks can master."
Swish, swish, those green vines suddenly stabbed towards Han Yi, as fast as an arrow leaving the string.
Han Yi's body flashed, floating light flickered, and the white shadow swept to the left and right. The Leixiao Sword in his hand drew a twisted arc, and the long sword slashed smartly and fiercely, cutting off the thorn vines.
However, those vines grew rapidly after being cut off, consuming Han Yi's spiritual power all the time.
"The spiritual power and regeneration ability of wood attributes are really terrifying."
Han Yi murmured in a low voice, his thoughts changing rapidly.
"We must find Zhao Tian's location as soon as possible. Only in this way can we break this vine barrier and have a head-on confrontation."
He closed his eyes and stimulated his mental power according to the method of driving the spiritual body in the soul control method. The illusory silver sword in the sea of consciousness trembled, and invisible fluctuations spread in all directions, covering the entire battle field in an instant.
The image of Zhao Tian forming a seal behind the vines appeared in Han Yi's mind. He peeked at Han Yi's reaction through a gap while controlling the vines to attack. However, he seemed unable to distinguish between the real and fake Han Yi.
Frowning.
"I found it in the southeast direction."
Han Yi gathered his spiritual power, and the Lei Xiao Sword made a clear sword cry. The sound of thunder suddenly sounded, and a layer of extremely dazzling electric light enveloped the long sword.
"Destroy the battle with one move."
One of them, Han Yi, flew out and struck down with his sword. A dazzling electric light fell from the sky and hit the black iron-like ground. The electric light spread and the green vines where it passed turned into charcoal and shattered and disappeared like foam.
At the same time, another Han Yi stepped forward, flew out, and stabbed his sword in the direction of Zhao Tian. The electric light that exploded earlier made Zhao Tian close his eyes, and he was unable to react in time to this sword attack.
The sword light shot out penetrated countless vines, and silver thunder danced wildly in the air, like an angry dragon.
Zhao Tian opened his eyes, and his expression changed drastically when he saw the sword light clearly. He flew back, and all the vines rushed towards the sword light, like moths rushing to the fire, and they were instantly transformed under the bombardment of thunder.
For ashes.
"Bingjue, edict."
He formed a hand seal and shouted loudly.
All the vines exploded, and the sawdust turned into dark green spikes, shooting towards the piercing sword light overwhelmingly.
The dark green spikes collided with the sword light, and were annihilated one after another under the bombardment of thunder, while Han Yi's sword light was also consumed rapidly.
After a stalemate for several moments, the two attacks were exhausted at the same time and disappeared.
Han Yi stood in the distance, looking at Zhao Tian solemnly. After the vine barrier disappeared, the people on the high platform could clearly see the scene on the battlefield. The attack of thorns made them feel cold, and at the same time, they felt cold to Zhao Tian.
Tian's method was shocking.
"I didn't expect that Zhao Tian, who has been unknown since he entered the mansion, would show such strength today."
"That little guy named Han Yi is terrifying enough. Even an ordinary Half-Step Lingzong disciple might not be able to block Zhao Tian's attack just now."
The speaker's face was solemn, and there seemed to be some confusion between his brows and eyes.
"I just don't know what kind of spiritual secret Zhao Tian is practicing? The spiritual power can be embodied, but only Lingzong monks can do it."
"It's the Tianmu Curse." A somewhat old voice sounded. The young man talking turned around and saw a pale old man staring at the disciple named Zhao Tian with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"Elder Mu, why are you here?" The moment they saw the old man clearly, the young people quickly raised their hands and saluted.
They didn't notice at all when Elder Mu appeared next to them, and they were shocked in their hearts.
"Okay, no need to be polite." The old man waved his hand, still looking at the disciple named Zhao Tian, "Has someone finally succeeded in practicing the Tianmu Curse after so many years?"
"What's that disciple's name?" Elder Mu asked.
"To the elder, his name is Zhao Tian."
"Zhao Tian, the spiritual master's later cultivation level is not bad, not bad."
"Where's the other little guy? What's his name? He's been able to compete with Zhao Tian, who practices the Tianmu Curse, even after a level one challenge. His fighting power is really terrifying."
"His name seems to be Han Yi, and he is a new student this year."
"Rebirth." Elder Mu was slightly startled and said nothing. He sensed the spiritual power fluctuations on Han Yi's body and felt that the spiritual power fluctuations seemed familiar.
Phew, there was a sound of breaking through the air behind Zhao Tian. It was actually another Han Yi who came around behind him when he was forming a seal to attack.
"Lin Zi Jue, A."
After completing the hand seal in an instant, a green spiritual light rose up, condensing a set of dark green wooden armor on Zhao Tian's body, wrapping him tightly.
Han Yi struck the armor with his sword, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.
Zhao Tian began to walk, taking seven steps in a row. Every time he landed, a green lotus broke out of the ground and bloomed quietly.