"Junior Brother Lin, please."

Nine days later, the final of the summary performance finally arrived.

No unexpected situation happened. Although the Thirty-Three Lower Courtyard was hidden, both Lin Qing and Zhuo Yicheng had more than their colleagues' strength than their colleagues. They made great progress and the two successfully met in the final.

This day.

Tens of thousands of fellow disciples watched around.

There are many inner sect uncles sitting on one side.

On the high cloud platform, there were vague shadows of phoenixes and cranes, as if there were already experts entering.

But Zhuo Yicheng was not in a hurry at all, and he played the stage in opposition with Lin Qing, and he hugged his fists lightly.

I have to say that this person is an old genius after all. Although he has always been tragic and tragic, his demeanor has long been developed.

"Then Brother Zhuo pays attention."

Since the opponent gave up the right to take the lead, Lin Qing would not be polite to him. He smiled slightly, as if it was warm, and a golden light suddenly lit up from his waist.

The golden light rose in the wind, and a dragon transformed into shape. The dragon was spreading its teeth and claws, and was very domineering. As soon as it appeared, it roared again and pounced directly on Zhuo Yicheng's place.

"Yes, the Chuyang True Fire has basically been completed. Using this to activate the Chixiao Sword Technique, and with the Zhenyang Sword, this sword has a slight yang charm."

On the platform surrounded by white clouds, three people were looking down at everything below.

Seeing Lin Qing coming out with a sword, one of the three men smiled and said, "Junior Brother Lian, I heard that this son seems to have a difficult grudge with your disciple, Mr. Shen, who is under your disciple. It would be better if he was transferred to my Tianyang Lower Courtyard so that they can separate them so as not to intensify the conflict in the future and not waste his talent. Of course, I will not let my disciples suffer losses. My disciples, brother can choose any one."

This Taoist priest looked very strange, with red hair, red beard, red eyebrows, and even his eyes were red, as if his whole person was transformed from red cremation.

He smelled his words, Lian Wenxin, who was on his left, said with a faint smile: "Senior Brother Chi Qiu is very interested, but if I choose one, could I choose the boy Zhuo below, and my senior brother would also recognize it?"

Senior Brother Chi Qiu!

This red-robed Taoist priest is the first Chi Qiuzi on Tianyang Peak.

There are 33 peaks of Dongxu, and four peaks are unique.

Tianyang Peak, Hanjing Peak, Xuangang Peak, Yangxin Peak.

All of these four peaks have an elder and a first.

The elder is an elder of the sect and a great monk in the Nascent Soul stage.

The first seat is the first seat of Yifeng, a monk from the Jindan stage.

It is precisely because of the elders in the Nascent Soul stage that in the past one or two hundred years, these four peaks have always ranked in the top four and are much stronger than any other peak.

Chi Qiuzi smiled slightly: "When will I not recognize what I said? As long as Junior Brother Lian can polish his character well and not delay Master Yuanyang's major affairs, he will choose him, and I will accept it."

As soon as he spoke, he couldn't help but surprise and the woman in the palace dress on the other side all appeared on her face.

But after a moment of contemplation, Lian Wenxin still smiled and shook her head, saying, "I still understand the feelings of my senior brother. Since this son is under my disciple, as long as he has no strange intentions, how could I expel him at will? Moreover, although he has conflicts with the descendants of Master Dongming, he has some connections with my other disciple.

As for the intensification of the conflicts mentioned by the senior brother... For the sake of Master Dongming, although I will definitely keep the Shen family from falling into decline in my lifetime, if I have done something, I will also clean up the portal."

"Haha, Junior Brother Lian finally saw through it." Lian Wenxin's words made Chi Qiuzi beat him up, and he didn't say anything else at this moment.

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"It's really amazing!"

The Zhenyang Sword turned into a dragon and rushed over. Facing its unparalleled dominance, Zhuo Yicheng was prepared and his eyes narrowed.

Only those who are all fire activities and have already mastered the Nine Yang True Fire can see the true power of Lin Qing's first Yang Fire at this time.

However, he has always been arrogant and arrogant. Facing Lin Qing's attack, Zhuo Yicheng did not step back.

But when he saw his sleeves wave, a nine-color feather fan appeared in his hand.

This feather fan is very mysterious, as if it was made of the feathers of spiritual birds, but vaguely, it has the aura of the scales and clans.

Facing the Zhenyang Sword flying towards him, Zhuo Yicheng muttered something, and with a shout, the wind blew.

When the wind blows, the fire breaks out.

The law in his mouth will never change, Zhuo Yicheng slapped forward with a slight and heavy blow... The wind and fire surged!

In an instant, nine dragons of wind and fire of different colors roared and appeared.

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Fan!"

Lin Qing's eyes couldn't help but narrow.

Although he had never seen Zhuo Yicheng use this treasure fan, he had already heard of it.

This is the magic weapon that Zhuo Yi chose after the last sect competition, after the success or failure of Dan Tai Binger.

High-level mid-grade, and not only the best among the mid-grade, but also in line with Zhuo Yicheng's Nine Yang Heavenly Mechanism. It can exert greater power by activating the Nine Yang True Fire.

He did not dare to neglect, and Lin Qing pinched the sword technique in his hand three times, and Yunxiao quickly began to red, and the fire of the first yang on the Zhenyang Sword became more and more condensed.

"Senior Brother Lin is Senior Brother Lin. The battle between him and Senior Brother Zhuo should be no less than the one three years ago. Unfortunately... it's all the blame for that cold-faced ghost. If he hadn't stopped him, I might have met Senior Brother Lin that day."

Although the golden dragon is only one, it is difficult to distinguish the nine-headed wind and fire dragons inspired by the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Fan.

On one hand, Lin Qing kept pinching the sword technique and stabbing the spiritual power into the Zhenyang Sword. On the other hand, Zhuo Yicheng looked solemn, continuing to use the Nine Yang True Fire to stimulate the power of the treasure fan.

Seeing that the two were in a stalemate, they could not tell who had the advantage at all. In the magic show, the smaller one of the pair of sisters pouted and cursed secretly.

The other beauty was fascinated by her.

No matter which of the two above, they have far surpassed the level that the monks in the Gangyuan Realm and even the Yuanhai Realm should have.

Although they have not achieved supernatural powers, these two people may have reached the limit under supernatural powers.

"Junior Brother Lin is indeed a good method."

After half an incense stick, Zhuo Yicheng suddenly smiled slightly when he saw that no matter how he urged the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Fan to suppress the opposite side, and even could not occupy the mountain.

The next moment, a golden bead suddenly burst out from his mouth.

"The Nine Yang True Cremation Elf, the Big Sun Burning Sky Flame Birds Come Out."

A few magic spells sounded, and the golden beads bulged and turned into a red and golden flame bird out of thin air.

The flamed bird looked like a fire-black, but it had three legs. As soon as it appeared, it made a strange cry, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, and threw itself into Lin Qing's arms.

"Golden Crow Pearl!"

It is another high-level and medium-grade magic weapon, and it is also consistent with Zhuo Yicheng's Nine Yang True Qi. This pearl was a powerful magic weapon selected by Zhuo Yicheng after losing to Mo Shengnan in the last sect competition.

I've been waiting for this moment long ago.

As soon as the golden crow bead came out, Lin Qing shook his left hand and the Red Dragon Sword immediately met.

Not only that, just as the Red Dragon Sword turned into a golden dragon, attracting everyone's eyes and quickly entangled with the Golden Crow Pearl, Lin Qingben was pinching the right hand of the Chixiao Sword Art, suddenly shook down, and then flipped forward again.

"not good!"

Golden light!

The golden light that was so dazzling that it was about to burn the soul!

When he was shining by this golden light, he could not even see what it was. Zhuo Yicheng's eyes suddenly burst into pieces. In a moment, only a golden piece was left in front of his eyes.

Without thinking, the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Fan approached upwards at the same time, blocking the golden light across the air.

Immediately afterwards, his mind tightened. Zhuo Yicheng tried to squint his eyes to check the situation, and then changed his magic tricks and took back the golden crow pearl. At the same time, he slapped a pure white shield around his waist, and hit him with the corresponding magic tricks, directly turning it into a giant shield that was one foot high, blocking everything in front of him outside.

But at this time, Lin Qing's real attack finally came.

He stopped using the Red Dragon Sword. Lin Qing pinched the sword technique with his left hand. While Zhuo Yicheng was covering his eyes with a fan, he swung the Zhenyang Sword with all his strength, smashing all the wind dragons, and then bombarded the pure white giant shield again with unabashed momentum.

In the palm of his right hand, he held an ancient treasure mirror in his hand and continued to inject the purest fire of the early yang into it.

The power of this treasure mirror shot out a golden light that was enough to make people temporarily blind, completely covering Zhuo Yicheng's place, making him unable to see everything ahead. On the other hand, it also cast the fire of the first sun that Lin Qing kept shooting into it directly along the golden light, and surrounded Zhuo Yicheng and continued to burn his guardian magic weapon.

"Hey, isn't this the divine flame mirror of Senior Brother Ma's former famous magic weapon? Could it be... Yes, Senior Nephew Lin is the person that Junior Sister Jing likes. The Jing family and Ma family have been friends for generations. It is not surprising that she borrowed the divine flame mirror from Senior Brother Ma." An inner monk from Dongming Peak exclaimed lightly, and then suddenly realized it.

However, his words made some people around him feel moved. Maybe... Mr. Zhuo is really going to have a tragedy again!

Thinking of the word tragedy, a few people even looked at them with a look of not smiling but still hiding.

"First defend with all your strength, wait until your eyes recover, then wait for an opportunity to counterattack, and take this opportunity to consume his true energy... After all, he is just a small leader of Gangyuan and has not yet reached the Yuanhai realm."

He tried to squint his eyes, but found that there was still a golden radiance and could not see anything else. Zhuo Yicheng forced himself to remain calm and pushed the pure white shield to the limit. He also took out a black umbrella from the storage bag and gently pushed it into the sky.

It was like a curtain of light and rain, and the black Luo umbrella suddenly enveloped the three feet of land around it.

Then, Zhuo Yicheng simply sat cross-legged on the ground, activated his true energy wholeheartedly, and continuously penetrated it into two magic weapons.

"If you succeed, you will win; if you fail, you will lose."

Seeing this, Lin Qing also knew that the critical moment had come.

If he was now in a sneak attack and hurt Zhuo Yicheng's eyes, he could not completely suppress him. When the true energy was consumed too much, he might be the time to lose.

Without any hesitation, the power of the Zhenyang Sword and the Divine Flame Mirror was also urged to the limit by Lin Qing.

The golden dragon roared, the divine flame was burned, and about half a cup of tea, suddenly, the light curtain of Luo umbrella dimmed, and a whine sounded, and began to shake.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of charcoal black suddenly appeared on the pure white giant shield, and the black began to spread rapidly.

Zhuo Yicheng couldn't help but wrinkle in his heart, and for a moment, when Luo umbrella was about to be split, he turned his magic in his hand, and finally put it in the storage bag, and at the same time he topped the sky with a red wooden shield.

But this Akagi Shield is not a high-level magic weapon after all. Facing the bombardment of the Zhenyang Sword, Zhuo Yicheng frowned again after only three blows.
Chapter completed!