Black Shrimp Island, which is more than 6,000 miles away from the eastern mainland and is isolated on the sea, is the westernmost territory of the Qianxi Island Kingdom. It runs about a hundred miles from north to south and is more than 70 miles wide at its widest point from east to west. There are many undercurrents surging in the nearby reefs, which are rich in a kind of flavor.
Famous for its delicious large black shrimps.
Zhuang Yu booked a window-facing room in advance at the time-honored "Shan Kee Shrimp Shop" on the island and tasted the long-smelling spiritual tea.
It is rare to have leisurely time to enjoy the scenery of seabirds circling under the reef cliffs and white waves crashing on the rocks.
The ajar door was pushed open, and Chen Zhong stepped in and said with a smile: "It's rare for Brother Yu to invite a guest. We have come all the way to show off our face. Originally, Ge Xiaoxing was just begging for nothing."
If he wants to follow you for free, I'll tell him to get lost."
As Gao Leng entered, he closed the door with his backhand, saluted Zhuang Yu who was smiling and waving, and then sat down.
"Chongzi, I don't like you picking up your job and scolding your employer to his face like this. Wouldn't it be different if you treat me differently? Why should we be so clearly and unfamiliar among brothers?"
"No, it's better to distinguish clearly. You have tricked us old brothers not once or twice."
Chen Chong was sitting on the edge of the guest seat. He teased the second disciple of the audience and asked, "Didn't you run away before the war started? Why, Dexin ran back again?" He knocked on the table as if he was trying to rip off money.
He said, "A large pot of braised black shrimps, steamed and seared shrimps, and a pot of shrimp soup. Serve them quickly."
"I have already ordered several signature dishes and I am waiting for you to sit down." Zhuang Yu smiled and approached Chen Zhong and whispered, "Did you keep an image of the fifth-level senior who was with Uncle Zhao?"
Chen Chong chuckled, "I still want to save my life and follow the path of cultivation, unless I have a brain that dares to use the image stone to leave an image on that senior. How about you send a message yourself to ask Uncle Zhao, she is always easy to talk to."
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"Sent, the message can't be sent out, she closed her Qi machine and won't receive it." Zhuang Yu took a sip of tea and said to himself, "It's so strange. Judging from the reaction of the masters in the Western Continent, they don't even know the five-year-old who suddenly appeared.
Seniors, Master Zhao and her are like sisters, they are like old friends for many years. Master Zhao has been out for less than a year, how did she get to know such a powerful master? I don’t deny that Master Zhao is good at making friends, but this is too incredible. "
Full of doubts, he had too little information to deduce the source. The waiter knocked on the door and delivered a table of dishes.
The three of them chatted while eating, and Zhuang Yu continued to inquire about the fifth-level master. It would be a good thing to know more about him.
After finishing the meal, the three of them walked on the beach. The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the sea surface far and near with sparkling red light.
Zhuang Yu received several summonses in succession, checked them for a while, and said: "The senior named Fang was the mediator. The Eastern and Western Continents have reached an armistice agreement. However, the Western Continent is probably not convinced after losing the previous few small battles and wants to negotiate with the Eastern Continent."
There will be three gambling battles on the mainland, with the Black Shrimp Island under our feet and the Dongyue Island opposite us as bets, and we will end it."
"It's great for experts to compete in gambling. We can feast our eyes on the battle between fourth-level monks."
Chen Chong smiled and said, feeling completely relaxed and not having to fight was what he wished for.
No matter what happened in the three gambling battles, it was not his turn as a small character to turn the tide. There was excitement to watch and he could gain experience and knowledge, so why not?
The next day, when he saw Shui Qingru who had followed Taoist Yue, Zhuang Yu went over to greet Taoist Yue who had been promoted to Jindan, and asked Shui Qingru in a low voice, "Senior sister, you are not the one who wants to participate in a gambling fight."
Bar?"
He has inquired clearly that there is one battle between the fourth level and two battles between the third level, and the rule of two wins out of three is adopted.
The number of spectators is limited, with no more than twelve fourth-level monks and no more than one hundred third-level monks.
"Taoist Master Yue asked me to compete for the third-level gambling quota." Shui Qingru didn't care, the master couldn't leave the seclusion, she listened to the instructions of the mountain chief and Taoist Yue.
After more than five years of studying and reciting scriptures quietly, cultivating her mind and cultivating her sword, most of the evil spirits that entangled her have been eliminated, and her cultivation has become more and more pure. Her whole person is no longer sharp, like a sword sheathed, with no aura, simple and unpretentious.
Two days later, Zhuang Yu received the news that the candidate for the fourth level was, as expected, He Guangjun. The senior sister won a place for the third level, and the last place was taken by a monk named Yuanshan from the Daliang Shi family.
The location of the gambling fight was chosen five hundred miles away from Black Shrimp Island, a small reef island that is often submerged underwater.
Above.
On that day, the monks watching the battle in the east and west continents were thirty miles apart, leaving the battlefield in the middle empty.
Zhuang Yu, who had gone through the back door, mingled with Chen Chong, looking aloofly at the two women in the distance who were wearing the same hat and the same style of white skirt. If they were not very familiar, it would be extremely difficult to identify which one was Uncle Zhao.
Yue Anyan knew the secret between Zhao Zhuer and Fang Bailan. These days, she communicated with Rongshu Feijian, who had already advanced to the third level of respect, and asked her to look through the old papers and files and learned that more than five hundred years ago, Da
There is no such person as Fang Bailan in Ying Confucianism.
There are only a few records confirming that Fang Bailan was a Confucian cultivator at Wenzhai Academy in the Western Continent. He traveled far away with his elders and participated in the war against the Wu clan of the Fan Dynasty.
Perhaps, the viewer was kept in the dark by the naive Zhao Zhuer? No wonder Zhao Zhuer never wanted to mention his original school, let alone a trip to Da Ying.
She has been here for half a month, and she has only now seen Zhao Zhuer's face from a distance.
The detected situation has been passed back to the head of the sect. After this inconsequential gambling battle is over, she will meet and chat with Zhao Zhuer. The two have lived next to each other for more than ten years, and they have always been in love with each other as sisters.
Is it fake?
She had a slight feeling of heartache, and she felt uncomfortable.
Then she laughed to herself, why did she care so much and she needed to strengthen her mental state?
As He Guangjun and the person from the opposite side flew into the field, all the whispers and noises disappeared instantly. There were not many opportunities to witness a battle between level 4 masters representing the top levels of the two continents.
"Eastern Continent, He Guangjun of Da'an Dynasty!"
"Western Continent, Tianhen Mountain Shiyin."
The two of them held fists and saluted several miles apart. He Guangjun heard a message from Zhou Zhi who was watching the battle from the east: "The opponent is a mid-level fourth-level shaman warrior. Try not to let him get close."
As an elder of the Daliang witch clan, Zhou Zhi was able to detect the opponent's heel and heel through many subtle observations and without the taboo of using witch eyes, and immediately informed He Guangjun.
He doesn't need to care about the gambling winnings of an island. Anyway, in the five hundred years when spiritual energy has been declining, the ownership of the island will be a mess again. What he cares about is the face of the monks from the Eastern Continent.
In fact, Guanzhu Zhang is the master who can represent the top combat power of the Eastern Continent. It is a pity that Guanzhu Zhang has gone into seclusion.
They could only settle for the next best thing and let He Guangjun, a Jindan sword cultivator recommended by Mao Sui, take part in the battle.
Following Fang Bailan's cold "start", the two people in the field started to do it at the same time.
Facing the strange black-red flames that suddenly rushed towards him, He Guangjun kept his eyes calm, prepared his sword and struck it with a simple strike. The sword light poured out, and he moved forward without hesitation. "Hi la", the fire curtain split into two halves and rolled outward.
It is not difficult for him to break the law with a sword.
The burly man seven or eight miles away made a secret with his left hand and let out a strange cry. Countless witchcraft appeared in the air above his head, twisting the light of Xiao Sha's sword into it. The man's movements were weird, bouncing left and right in the air, leaving behind a series of afterimages.
, roundabout and approached He Guangjun who was retreating.
Fang Bailan took action on the entire gambling arena in advance and drew a fifteen-mile-sized aperture composed of water magic.
Those who leave the circle, admit defeat, or die are the losers.
He Guangjun, who was retreating, suddenly fell into a trance. From the corner of his eye, he saw a flickering afterimage rushing towards him. The sword was cold and black, and black and red flames burst out from his chest and back at the same time. The strange flames were sharp and blazing, and he was suddenly trapped.
An unprecedented crisis.
Chu Qing'er, who was next to Zhou Zhi, whispered, "That witch warrior knows the curse of evil and the God-burning witch fire."
"The trouble is big, let's see how Fellow Daoist He handles it..."
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Zhi's mouth. The witchcraft warrior named Shi Yin used witchcraft so silently and almost magically that it put him, a witch cultivator who specializes in witchcraft, to shame. He used it too skillfully.
"Sword power, brilliant!"
He Guangjun closed his eyes and struck down with his sword, and hundreds of overlapping and seemingly transparent sword lights appeared in the air.
The sword lights intertwined and suddenly dazzled, far exceeding the brightness of the sun in the sky. One sword created a spell, and it was dazzling.
The abnormality on his body was instantly annihilated because he was in the center of the sword light explosion. The sword energy was so thick that he suddenly appeared three hundred feet away from his side and attacked with a sword.
The shaman warrior was trapped.
Facing the sword light, He Guangjun, who closed his eyes, had a flash of white light and disappeared instantly.
The sword light erupted with a "bang" sound, scattering light and destroying the residual image in the air. It affected the surrounding area for hundreds of feet, and circles of black and red light waves appeared, one ring inside another. Unfortunately, the target to be dealt with disappeared.