Confucian camp, in front of the tent.

Sanzang and Bai Wangyu sacrificed their own cultivation and foundation to forcefully teach Li Ziye the skills. The fusion of three kinds of Qi with completely different attributes, and the terrifying backlash, instantly severely injured the three of them.

"Well!"

The corners of Sanzang's and Bai Wangyu's mouths turned red at the same time. The two of them bore most of the backlash and were the most seriously injured.

In comparison, Li Ziye suffered the least backlash, and his injuries were much lighter than those of the two.

"Brother Li."

After Sanzang stabilized his body, he vomited blood and said distressedly, "Young monk, I have given you the Buddhist essence that you have cultivated for so many days. You should try to gain some energy."

On the opposite side, Bai Wangyu barely suppressed the blood surging in his body and said, "Brother Li, if you can't win again, it will really be unjustifiable."

In front of the tent, Li Ziye raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt the surging Qi in his body and was stunned.

Is he eating soft food again?

Bah, why did he use it?

After a moment, Li Ziye came back to his senses, looked at the two of them, and asked subconsciously, "Are you two okay?"

"Of course there is something."

Bai Wangyu said angrily, "I'm going to teach you the skills. It's hard to say whether Buddha and I can maintain our current state. Do you think it's okay?"

"Amitabha."

Sanzang also recited the Buddha's name and complained, "It's a trivial matter to fall into this state. It's okay to cultivate back again. I'm afraid my foundation will be damaged. If this happens, I will probably be removed from the ranks of the four great geniuses in the world. The young monk was originally ranked in this ranking."

It’s not easy, Brother Li, I asked you to drag me down for the monk in one fell swoop.”

"It's all a false name."

Hearing this, Li Ziye grinned and said, "Just look away, it's not important."

After saying that, Li Ziye looked at his hands and said with a silly smile, "It feels so good to eat soft food. It's much faster than practicing on my own."

When Bai Wangyu and Sanzang saw this, they couldn't help but roll their eyes, knowing that this guy would not feel any guilt.

"Brother Li, try it and see how it works."

When it came to business, Sanzang looked serious and said, "Aren't you most familiar with the two moves of Mingjing Yifeitai and Haoran Gangqi? Give it a try and see if the defense becomes stronger after fusing the three kinds of zhenqi."

Having said this, Sanzang looked around and reminded, "When using the third degree of Bodhi, cover it up a little to prevent Buddhist people from knowing about it."

"Okay! I'll try."

Li Ziye responded, no longer verbose, turned his hands over, and the true energy in his body surged out.

The two strongest defensive moves of Confucianism and Buddhism appear at the same time. The golden light is awe-inspiring, and the righteousness is flying. The three strands of true energy with different attributes blend together to form an incomparable powerful force that protects the whole body.

"Let me help test the effect."

Mu Bai took the initiative to step out and said.

"Your Royal Highness, Fourth Prince."

The lessons he learned when he was in Li Yuan were still fresh in his mind, so Bai Wangyu quickly reminded him, "Regulate some of your cultivation."

Mu Bai frowned, nodded, looked at the young man in front of him, and said, "Professor Li, are you ready?"

"Ready, come on!"

Because Little Red Riding Hood and the little monk taught him the skills, Li Ziye's confidence greatly increased. He held his head high and his tone was so confident.

He thinks he can do it!

Ten steps away, Mu Bai inserted the unsheathed ancient sword on the ground, stepped forward, calmed down, and his sword intent surged.

"One sword, Feihong."

With a clanging sound, the ancient sword was unsheathed, and a figure in white passed by. The sword was like a shooting star, and a flying star broke through the sun.

Attention.

But I heard a loud bang and was shaken violently.

Then.

Everyone was stunned.

Li Moumou, who was highly anticipated, flew out like a kite, faced the ground, and hit the ground with a bang.

Even the posture remains unchanged from before.

Sanzang: "..."

Bai Wangyu: "..."

The two of them began to regret it a little.

Mu Bai was also a little stunned. He had retained 30% of his strength.

"Let's go, let's go."

Not far away, the Confucian disciples who ran out to watch saw this and left one after another, each doing their own thing.

That's it?

It's tasteless.

"The young monk has gone back to recover from his injuries."

Sanzang left the Confucian camp with regret on his face.

"I will return the account and adjust the breath."

Bai Wangyu also returned to the tent in despair, not wanting to look at someone again.

After the two left, Wen Xiuru recovered from the shock, hurriedly ran up to help someone up, and said concernedly, "Brother Li, are you okay?"

"Bah, bah."

Li Ziye got up dizzily and spit out the mud in his mouth, with a puzzled look on his face.

Why?

He clearly felt that he could do it just now.

In front of the tent, Mu Bai silently put away his sword, turned around and left without saying anything.

Too weak.

"Your Highness, please try again. I was not ready just now!"

Li Ziye shouted anxiously when he saw everyone leaving.

Mu Bai ignored it and walked a little faster.

"Cultivating Confucianism."

No one really paid attention to him. Li Ziye looked at the person in front of him with an aggrieved look and said, "I wasn't ready just now."

"..."

Wen Xiuru didn't know what to say, so he sorted out his words and said tactfully and euphemistically, "Brother Li, it's really too early for you to compete with a master like His Highness Fourth Prince. Otherwise, you can first find other juniors from the Confucian sect."

Are we practicing?"

"I'll go back and take medicine!"

Li Ziye heard the meaning of the guy in front of him and felt that his character had been insulted, so he turned around angrily and went back to his account.

Not far away, Faru and Chen Qiaoer shook their heads helplessly and turned to leave.

This kid still has a long way to go!

The most powerful young men like the Fourth Prince, in terms of talent and background, are not comparable to the current Li family boy.

Of course, being unable to catch even one move is indeed an exaggeration.

It's so weak that you can't bear to look at it.

After a brief interlude, Li Ziye still hasn't gotten rid of his position as a rookie who is disliked by everyone and bitten by dogs.

The road ahead is bright, but the road is bumpy.

In the next few days, after the fortifications in the Polar Night World were completed, the eight armies of Mobei began to move north in batches, preparing for a full-scale counterattack.

The troops from Confucianism, Buddhism, and Tianyu Palace are still stationed outside the Extreme Night World. After all, the three parties are not large in number and can move flexibly. There is no need to rush into the Extreme Night World.

In the past few days, apart from recuperating his injuries, Li Ziye worked hard to practice the sixth form of the Flying Immortal Technique.

One person was practicing martial arts, and the whole camp was in a state of panic, because no one knew if a figure would suddenly hit him at any time.

In the morning, the sun is so bright.

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

A Confucian disciple passed by carefully, but still couldn't escape the clutches. A figure flew over uncontrollably and smashed a piece of it.
To be continued...