Seeing that the flying sword was about to pass through Wu Yi's body, many disciples couldn't help but exclaim. The young disciple's face was filled with pride, and he hated himself for being afraid of Wu Yi's eyes before. It turned out to be a showman.
Ge Yunyi looked worried when he saw this situation, but he was very happy in his heart. However, he didn't expect that a random disciple coming out from the opposite side was armed with a flying sword, which was so difficult to deal with.
Although flying swords are basically of no use to Qi Refining Level 1 disciples, most of them are used to fly with swords. Because they have not mastered the art of controlling spirits, they can only go straight. Using it once will consume a lot of spiritual energy.
After the opponent dodges, he basically loses his resistance.
But since this disciple dares to use the flying sword, it is after years of hard training that he can simply change directions. With the rapidity of the flying sword, he can defeat his opponent within three rounds. This is also the reason why he dares to be the first to come out.
, that is, the intention to defeat the opponent in a short period of time to gain face for one's own side.
Ge Yunyi thought well, but he was also worried that his previous selfishness was too obvious and would be complained by Li Gu. He quietly glanced at the head of the throne. Unexpectedly, the expressions of Li Gu and the middle-aged Taoist were completely opposite. Li Gu seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
, with an expression on his face as if he were watching a show, while the middle-aged Taoist had a hesitant and sullen expression on his face.
Realizing something was wrong, Ge Yunyi quickly turned his gaze back to watch the fighting situation. Before he could see clearly, he heard everyone exclaiming in surprise, and some even stood up.
It turned out that "Wu Yi" had been cut by a flying sword, and his blood was dripping with blood, which was terrible to look at. But soon everyone discovered that something was wrong, because the blood disappeared after falling on the ground, and there was no smell of fishy smell.
The flying sword cut through "Wu Yi", and the young disciple couldn't help but laugh out loud, but then realized that this was not good, so he suppressed his smile, and faced Li Gu with a look of helplessness, cupping his hands and saying: "I originally thought that this fellow Taoist would resist
I didn’t expect that I made a mistake, so I hope you can forgive me.”
"No need." The young disciple heard the strong sarcasm in the voice and wanted to defend himself, but suddenly he felt that the voice seemed familiar. He raised his head in surprise. He did not expect that Wu Yi would suddenly act like this.
Approaching his body, he hurriedly retreated and recalled the flying sword, but Wu Yi slapped out a palm and hit him in the abdomen, dissipating all his strength.
With a wave of palm force, the young disciple's body flew straight up from Wu Yi's flying boat like a kite that had lost its string, and landed at his original banquet position. The position was just right, not missing the slightest. This power control can be said to be meticulous.
The young disciple was on Wu Yi's flying boat when he invited the battle, but now he was beaten back and landed on the wine table. His clean Qingyun robe was stained with oily vegetable leaves, which looked extremely funny. Ge Yiyi was the first.
Everyone laughed out loud, and then the disciples couldn't help laughing. As for the disciples from Runan County, although they didn't laugh out loud, they all had disdainful expressions on their faces. If you want to steal the limelight, you must have this ability. Now it's embarrassing to be slapped in the face.
Losing their face.
It's just that they recalled the previous fight and how Wu Yi disappeared. They haven't discovered it yet, and they are a little wary of Wu Yi. If they face each other, they may not be able to see Wu Yi's illusion, and they may end up fighting this person.
Not much better.
In fact, Wu Yi used color dust, one of the six dusts, before. Wu Yi battled the inner demons every day, and he also learned some of the tricks of the inner demons. Except for the most obscure legal dust, he had mastered the other five dusts.
, although it is not as skilled as the inner demon, but it can still be used to fight with others.
In fact, Wu Yi used not only color dust, but also sound dust before. The description of himself at the beginning left an impression in everyone's mind that he had not practiced for long and had little fighting experience. This way, when faced with it later,
When flying the sword, he seemed to be stupid and was accepted by everyone, and everyone believed that this was his true form, and his true form had already approached the young disciple.
It is worth mentioning that Wu Yi did not take action immediately after approaching, secretly using a mist technique. Since the mist spread like spiritual energy, everyone thought it was just the young disciple using Taoism to naturally diffuse the spiritual energy around his body.
He didn't expect it to be Wu Yi. When Wu Yi approached, he did not take action but continued to watch the young disciple's performance. This is why Li Gu's face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and seemed inexplicable.
In the final analysis, it was Wu Yi who used the perfect combination of color and sound to make everyone think that the person who was frightened was Wu Yi, ignoring the surroundings. Otherwise, how could a small technique like aerosol technique hide it from so many people?
Wu Yi “mysteriously won the battle.
When the young disciple heard the crowd's ridicule, he felt resentful in his heart and looked at Wu Yi angrily. He secretly summoned the flying sword in his heart, intending to sneak attack Wu Yi.
Feeling the howling wind behind him, Wu Yi gave the young disciple a cold look. Did he really think that he had no backup plan? He was too naive to dare to sneak attack on him.
Just when Wu Yi was about to use his backup plan, the middle-aged Taoist said to the young disciple: "You bastard, aren't you embarrassed enough?" It immediately dispersed the spiritual energy that the disciple had gathered, and at the same time, it also shocked him.
The alien spiritual energy lurking in his Dantian was dispersed. It was Wu Yi's back-up plan. Once activated, it could destroy the disciple's Dantian.
It's just that Wu Yi still had a trace of his mind hidden in that alien spiritual energy. After the spiritual energy was dispersed, Wu Yi's body tilted for a moment and he almost lost his balance.
The middle-aged Taoist was very scheming. Not only did he stop the young disciple's conspiracy and leave a good reputation for justice, but he also secretly worked with Wu Yi. No one could tell what was wrong.
Seeing this scene, Li Gu glanced at the middle-aged Taoist, and said lightly: "Brother Taoist, we should stay less involved in matters between juniors."
The sound seemed ordinary to everyone's ears, but Wu Yi's ears still contained the faint sound of bells. It was the Purple Gold Bell. Li Gu was helping Wu Yi heal his injuries. Before he finished speaking, Wu Yi shook his head.
His body straightened up and his momentum became even stronger.
The middle-aged Taoist knew that his little trick had been seen by Li Gu, and he was embarrassed to expose Li Gu's help in Wu Yi's healing. He said nonchalantly: "Isn't this a lesson to an unscrupulous disciple?"
The young disciple's spiritual energy was shaken away, and the flying sword lost control. It staggered and fell close to Wu Yi. Wu Yi waved and took the flying sword into his hand. He weighed it and found that it weighed hundreds of kilograms.
, cold and bright, I don’t know what it is made of.
"Fellow Taoist, I am Fan Mingqing. My brother is ignorant. I am here to apologize to you on his behalf. As for this flying sword, it is an ancestral possession of my Fan family. I hope that fellow Taoist can return it." Seeing Wu Yi get the flying sword.
After looking at him endlessly, he seemed to have lost the idea of returning. Another disciple from Qingshui City in Runan County stood up and said to Wu Yida, still young but with a steady look on his face, unlike the frivolous young disciple before.
When Wu Yi heard this, he glanced sideways at the disciple who was speaking, and did not answer him. Instead, he looked at a circle of people around him. Most of them had expressionless faces, but there were still a small number of people who wanted to watch the show. Regardless of whether Wu Yi agreed or not, they were all the same.
A good show.
"To think that something passed down from our ancestors would be given to such a dandy, your family is too ambitious." Wu Yi said this in a mocking tone, making the young disciple look at him with shame on his face and fire in his eyes.
Wu Yi.
"It is indeed the elder who made a mistake." What Wu Yi did not expect was that Fan Mingqing did not care about the face of his clan members at all, even in front of so many people, he said so.
"Fan Mingqing, you bastard, this flying sword was given to me by my father, what qualifications do you have to comment?" The young disciple, like a burning oil drum, immediately pointed at Fan Mingqing's face and said.
Fan Mingqing glanced at the young disciple proudly and said calmly: "Fan Mingyi, where is the sword?"
The young disciple, who was called Fan Mingyi by Fan Mingqing, turned red, looked at Fan Mingqing and Wu Yi angrily, stamped his feet, and ran upstairs.
"Fellow Taoist, this sword is not inferior to the one in your hand. I don't know if I can exchange it." Fan Mingqing took out a sword from nowhere and threw it to Wu Yi, saying calmly.
It has to be said that Fan Mingqing is much more knowledgeable than a disciple like Fan Mingyi who can tell at a glance that he grew up in the favor of his family.
Wu Yi took the thrown flying sword and looked at it. He didn't see any difference. After all, he hadn't studied this before. But Wu Yi didn't doubt anything. People like Fan Mingqing generally wouldn't cheat on such a trail.
As for people, there are ravines in their hearts that can accommodate mountains and seas.
Wu Yi looked at Feijian and then at Fan Mingqing. Just when Fan Mingqing thought Wu Yi was about to agree, Wu Yi shook his head gently.
Fan Mingqing's eyes narrowed and he said: "Fellow Taoist, you need to be satisfied and don't be greedy."
Fan Mingqing can easily take out a flying sword, his wealth is not small, and it is not a big deal to get another one. The key reason why he disagrees is because of his face. Changing one to make up for the sneak attack of his clan brother
, showing his benevolence and righteousness, if there is too much, it will be cowardly, and he does not want to bear the name of cowardice.
Wu Yi said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, you are overly worried. Junior brother has just entered the Taoist sect. When he first saw a master like him, he felt itchy and wanted to ask for advice."
Fan Mingqing's face softened slightly and he said: "I have learned a few tricks from the inner sect, but if I can't win with force, I might hurt my junior brother."
Wu Yi had known this for a long time. Among the people opposite him, he felt that Fan Mingqing did not seem to be a simple peak of the four transformations. Perhaps he had dealt with black beetles a lot and was familiar with flames. He clearly felt that Fan Mingqing had a touch of something in his body.
The breath of fire is different from the Tao Yun, which is very strange. Now that Fan Mingqing has spoken out, he understands in his heart that he may have reached the ninth level of Qi refining, but he doesn't know how many changes he has reached.
Looking at the eager look in Wu Yi's eyes, he knew that Wu Yi would not give up until he did it once. Fan Mingqing had no choice but to say: "Since junior brother is determined, then senior brother will make a move. Junior brother will take it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yi was nervous. He had never faced off against such a person before and looked at Fan Mingqing carefully.
"Roar", a roar echoed on the flying boat. Wu Yi took a closer look and saw that it was a fire lion, which was completely composed of flames and was created by spiritual energy.
The fire lion roared and roared towards Wu Yi. The fire lion had locked onto Wu Yi's aura. The six dusts Wu Yi had mastered were completely ineffective. Several air blade techniques that flew out were also palmed by the fire lion.
Shoot it out and no damage is seen.
Wu Yi frowned and continued to fire several air blade techniques. The fire lion wanted to repeat the story again, but the air blade suddenly changed its direction and flew past the side of the fire lion, cutting a deep gash. The flame momentum also weakened a lot.
Fan Mingqing glanced at Wu Yi in surprise and said: "Junior brother, this is really an eye-opener for senior brother." With Fan Mingqing's eyesight, it is not difficult to see that this is the art of controlling spirits and attaching one's mind to the mind. It is extremely difficult. At least for now, he still has
Without control, the reason why the Fire Lion was able to perform such dexterous movements was because it locked onto Wu Yi's aura.
The middle-aged Taoist seemed much calmer. After all, he had discovered the strange spiritual energy hidden in Fan Mingyi's dantian before. Although there were few disciples at the Qi Refining level who mastered the art of controlling spirits, he had still seen them once or twice.
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After a little effort, Wu Yi finally destroyed the Fire Lion when it was about to get close to him. After doing all this, Wu Yi was already panting from exhaustion and his breath was unstable. Although the spirit control technique was dexterous, it was also very expensive.
big.
He turned around and threw the two flying swords back to Fan Mingqing. The victory was already decided. If Fan Mingqing released a few more fire lions when he was fighting against a fire lion, he would not have been able to resist. This is a man of his word and a proud man.
He is very similar to Wu Yi, and Wu Yi doesn't care about two flying swords.
Fan Mingqing took back one of the flying swords, threw the other flying sword back, and said: "One code returns to another code. If you change it, you will change it."
Wu Yi took the flying sword, said nothing, nodded and returned to his place.
Li Gu, who had watched everything silently, then raised a glass of wine and said to the middle-aged Taoist: "Brother Taoist, it's rare to see such harmony among disciples. Come and have a drink together."
The middle-aged Taoist smiled awkwardly and raised his glass as well, saying: "Yes, yes, let's drink together."