Fu Yang gave full play to his combat experience that he had honed when facing the vicious demons time and time again. Combined with his talent as a monk, he actually fought evenly with the martial arts sword again!
Of course, this is also due to the fact that when Fu Yang was still an ordinary person, he studied and practiced Sanda diligently for several years, ran regularly and exercised, and his physical fitness was very good.
Coupled with the awakening of the ghost realm, his body has been slowly strengthening.
Although he is not a practitioner of the alchemy lineage, his physical fitness is not much different!
Otherwise, the Taoist Fulu priest in the ordinary mage realm would have been chased by this guy whose cultivation level was much higher than him and killed with one sword...
"Shameless person! Don't you dare to stop running around all the time and fight me openly and openly!"
Wu Jian felt that a lot of his physical strength was being wasted away by the opponent, and there were slight beads of sweat on his forehead.
Before Fu Yang could speak, Mr. Xiong in the audience laughed angrily and cursed loudly.
"I've screwed your master! He's so stupid. You asked a Taoist priest to stand still and fight with your alchemy lineage. Did you eat too much before going out?"
Pfft.
A soft sound.
The ghost market law enforcer suspended in the air pointed at Mr. Xiong from a distance just like he did to Ah Huang!
Suddenly it couldn't speak anymore, it could only open its mouth wide and make no sound.
The onlookers all around were sweating.
This group of people seems to have relatively low moral integrity...
"How dare you insult my master! I will let you die without a burial place!!!"
When Wu Jian heard what Master Xiong just said, his eyes turned red and seemed to bleed.
The master is the person he respects the most in his life. Now a disgusting fat cat demon wants to kill his master. How can he bear it?
All this anger was vented on Fu Yang!
Attack him wildly and desperately.
"Well done, Mr. Xiong! Provoking this guy will make him reveal more flaws."
Fu Yang was secretly happy.
When people are angry, their emotions are aroused, their rationality declines, and they make many stupid mistakes.
As long as you seize the opportunity, your chances of winning will increase!
The two had another good fight.
Wu Jian's eyes were almost red, like an angry bull. He waved the fine steel magic sword in his hand and attacked faster, with more mysterious footwork. But the attack seemed to be out of order, chasing Fu Yang throughout the arena.
The melon-eaters watching below began to talk again.
"Alas, although this Laoshan disciple has great magic skills and powerful strength, he is a hothouse flower of a famous sect after all. He has too little actual fighting experience."
"Yes! On the other hand, that young civilian cultivator should be a practical fighter. He probably has a lot of bloody battles on weekdays."
It has to be said that the people who come to visit the ghost market are not ordinary. They have sharp eyes and can see the difference between Wu Jian and Fu Yang at a glance.
A man from a well-known family, with high magical power, but lack of practical experience.
Although the other one is a wild boy, he has done a lot of actual combat and has a deeper understanding of fighting techniques...
Although Wu Jian looked ferocious and heard these discussions in his ears, his heart was clear and clear!
"It's coming soon... My Beidou Sword Prison will be ready to take shape soon. When the time comes, I will let you know what the Laoshan Divine Power is!"
It turns out that this guy was actually faking!!!
He deliberately pretended to be irritated and dizzy by Master Xiong's words, and chased Fu Yang all over the ring, beating him wildly, wasting his energy in vain.
In fact, during this process, a Taoist sword array has been slowly laid out!
When it comes to destructive formations, I am afraid that no sect or force in the world knows and is more proficient than Laoshan.
Fu Yang didn't know that the crisis was approaching.
I am still secretly happy in my heart, planning to wait until this arrogant Laoshan disciple is exhausted, and then I can hit him with a one-hit victory! Completely defeat this guy, and then leave it to Mr. Xiong, a guy with zero moral integrity, to play with...
Huchi, wheeze.
Wu Jian suddenly stopped, held the magic sword in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stopped chasing Fu Yang.
He was indeed very tired, and even the light-flowing sword aura on the magic sword had faded and become much thinner.
"Hey! Don't chase me anymore? Then let me do it instead!"
Fu Yang became more and more proficient in his "kite tactics". As soon as he saw the opponent stop, he immediately hit him with a bunch of golden needles and a beast bite spell.
Wu Jian barely held on and swung his sword again.
The two swords were half a foot away from his body before they finally defeated Fu Yang's spell!
This shows that he is almost at the end of his rope.
"Haha, it's the greenhouse flowers of a famous family. Tsk, tsk, it really doesn't work."
"I think the three Taoist giants are just like this..."
"Fart! You're just showing off down there. If you really want to go on stage, I'm afraid the Laoshan disciples can kill you with two swords! This young casual cultivator is really powerful."
"Yes! At least among the younger generation of private cultivators in East China, he can be considered a leader."
The discussions among the melon-eating crowd are always footnotes to the life-and-death duel, and they can't help but join in the booing.
It seems that even the supernatural world is not exempt from vulgarity...
After all, we are all human after all.
Even those high-ranking Celestial Masters in Maoshan, Longhu Mountain, and Laoshan finally broke through the realm of real people and became Celestial Masters after seven times of teaching!
After all, he is not a god, he is also a human being. He is just a stronger person.
You also have to eat and drink, and you have to burp your farts even if you are directly hit by a gun.
There are also rumors in the supernatural world that in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were some Celestial Master-level ascetics who refused to obey discipline.
As a result, they were besieged by a reinforced army platoon loaded with live ammunition and six cannons, and were finally beaten to ashes!
In modern society, science and technology are more prosperous than in ancient times.
It is said that no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.
No matter how high the Taoism is, you are still afraid of cannons...
So it’s understandable that the onlookers would boo from time to time. What’s more, a life-and-death battle in the ghost market is a rare sight in a long time!
Fu Yang's physical and mental energy consumption was not very high at this time. Looking at Wu Jian who was panting like an ox in the distance, he laughed.
"I said you are such an arrogant guy. Why? Are you pretending to be stupid this time? Don't worry, I'm not a really cruel person. I won't kill you, but you will inevitably play with my pet cat? I like it.
Should we play with big catfish or rocks? Of course, it depends on Mr. Xiong’s interest, haha..."
This is the core disciple who defeated a real Taoist giant in the arena!
How could Fu Yang not be excited?
But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.
Because he felt a surging spiritual power, with a sharp feeling, emerging from all directions in the arena...
At this moment, Wu Jian's face was neither sad nor happy, only calm.
"Do you really think that... I, a dignified core disciple of Laoshan, would be completely angered and lose my mind by a few dirty words from a cat demon?"
What do you mean? Fu Yang's heart was ringing with alarm bells.
Wu Jian took a deep breath, raised the magic sword in his hand, and pinched a Taoist seal with his left hand.