Think about it, the rewards for the top three are just cave abode magic weapons and the like. Those Zhenyuan masters have already had cave abodes and high-level magic weapons, so there is really no need to fight for it.
Zhao Zhenglun continued: "The more important thing is that you have not been together with Senior Brother Yuwen Zhouyuan for a short time, and you have not yet understood his character. He will never fight an uncertain battle. If there are miracles in this world, he
He must be the one who creates miracles. So I firmly believe that he will definitely enter the top ten!"
"I knew that Senior Brother Yuwen would definitely create miracles!" Xiao Yuanshan clenched his fists excitedly.
Even Wang Zhonghui, who had always been dissatisfied, nodded and said, "I hope that Senior Brother Yuwen can really create a miracle, so that we can enter the cultivation formation together."
On the ninth day of Neibi, Yuwen Zhouyuan's second game began.
"I have long heard that Patriarch Jiang Qingxing of Neitang presided over the ceremony to receive a Yuwen Zhouyuan. I saw it today, and he is indeed very charming." A middle-aged monk in the middle stage of the True Yuan opposite, stroking his five black beards, said
Smiled lightly.
"Uncle Master, thank you." Yuwen Zhouyuan also quickly saluted. As a disciple of the Zhenqi stage, all Zhenyuan monks in the sect are his uncles.
The middle-aged Zhenyuan Master raised his hand and said: "No courtesy. I am Zheng Zonghui. When the competition is about to begin, you can attack with confidence and never hold back. I also want to see your true strength. Also, don't worry.
I will take heavy action, don’t worry about anything.”
This Zhenyuan cultivator named Zheng Zonghui was kind-hearted, and he obviously showed care and humility. Of course, Yuwen Zhouyuan quickly thanked him and said, "Thank you, Master Zheng. Please show mercy to Master Zheng."
Zheng Zonghui laughed and said: "Of course, don't have any illusions. Even if you have to be in the top ten to enter the grand formation, I won't let you! After all, it is very embarrassing to be defeated by a disciple of Zhenqi Dzogchen.
of."
After listening to Zheng Zonghui's words, the frowning Master Jiang Qingshu finally showed a smile. Hey, Yuwen Zhouyuan, aren't you arrogant? Let's see if you can defeat the mid-level True Yuan monk!
Unexpectedly, Yuwen Zhouyuan did not show any stage fright, but smiled faintly, glanced at the many audience members in the audience, and said: "Thank you Master Zheng for your love, but even if Master Zheng lets me win, Yuwen cannot do it easily.
Accept. You can never achieve real victory by relying on others to give in! Nor can you experience the joy of victory!"
As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan finished speaking, many disciples in the audience immediately burst into turbulent applause. This is the Yuwen Zhouyuan they want to see, the first person in the True Qi Stage of the Five Lights Sect who perseveres to the end and never admits defeat!
"You really did not disappoint me." Zheng Zonghui patted the storage bag and said, "Be careful!"
Zheng Zonghui used two slender whip-shaped instruments. The whip body was as white as jade, but opaque. It felt like it was made of ivory.
After Zheng Zonghui released the two short whips, he said with a smile on his face, "My sea dragon fang whip is made from the two most powerful fangs on the lower jaw of the giant fang sea dragon unique to the West China Inland Sea."
, I had just advanced to the True Essence level and went out to practice. When I met this giant fang sea dragon fang, I was really no match for it. Just when I was about to give up, suddenly a pair of fairy-like men and women flew out from the bottom of the sea..."
Zheng Zonghui was narrating the technique while he was doing it, with his five black beards fluttering, and he seemed to be somewhat graceful. The audience below also listened with great interest, as if this was not a competition.
"The pair of male and female monks were very strange. They were obviously very powerful, but they couldn't see their cultivation. It made them feel like ordinary people. As soon as these two seniors took action, they easily killed the giant fanged sea dragon fangs and ignored me.
It flew away in the air, and I also had the opportunity to successfully obtain all the materials from the fangs of this giant fanged sea dragon."
Yuwen Zhouyuan handed over his hand again and praised: "If ordinary people are like this, they will brag everywhere that they killed a giant fang sea urchin fang by themselves. But like Master Zheng, who admits in public that someone else killed it, he is so magnanimous. It really makes Yuwen
Someone to admire."
Zheng Zonghui smiled and said: "I did get an advantage in vain. There is nothing to brag about. It's a pity that the materials are so good and I finally refined this medium-grade magical weapon."
The audience in the audience also sighed. Although no one had ever seen the fangs of the giant fanged sea dragon, it was thought that it was at least a mid-level sea beast. It was really heartbreaking to only refine a mid-level magic weapon out of its most important materials.
Facing this medium-grade short whip magical weapon, Yuwen Zhouyuan took out the silver light sword, which shone brightly in the sunlight and was very high-quality.
The people in the audience immediately started talking, saying: "It seems that Senior Brother Yuwen has little chance of winning. A low-grade magical weapon should be inherently weaker than a medium-grade magical weapon. The cultivation base of the two is so different, so Senior Brother Yuwen really
Not good."
Listening to the discussion behind their backs, Nangong Dai and Bai Suya couldn't help but sweat, but they still took the lead and shouted, "Brother Yuwen, come on! Senior brother Yuwen will win!"
However, Yuwen Zhouyuan was not careless. He released the silver sword and laughed loudly: "Although Master Zheng's sea dragon fang whip is a middle-grade magical weapon, there are so many spiritual inscriptions attached to the whip, and its power is probably no less than any high-grade weapon."
A magic weapon, right?"
"Do you also know about spirit possession?" Zheng Zonghui couldn't help but look at Yuwen Zhouyuan. You must know that the Weapon Refining Sect doesn't easily help people possess spirits, so the low-level monks who know about it are extremely rare. But Yuwen Zhouyuan can see it at a glance.
, indeed not an ordinary person.
While the silver lightsaber and the sea urchin fangs were fighting each other, the audience was talking a lot.
"Senior brother, what is a possessed spirit?"
"Uh! Senior brother, I have little knowledge and don't know much. But senior brother, I guess that enchantment is to add some spiritual energy to the magic weapon."
As soon as this guy who pretended to understand finished speaking, someone immediately refuted it: "Didn't you hear what Senior Brother Yuwen said about the spiritual text? I think spirit enchantment means attaching the spiritual text that Senior Brother Yuwen said to the magic weapon, not the spiritual energy.
"
"What this senior brother said makes sense. I don't know where to enchant a spirit. After a medium-grade magic weapon is enchanted, it will be as powerful as a high-grade magic weapon. Tsk tsk, I can do it for any amount of money!"
Listening to the discussion of other disciples, Nangong Dai felt very happy. She originally admired Yuwen Zhouyuan extremely. When she first got acquainted with Yuwen Zhouyuan, she found that Yuwen Zhouyuan was serious at the time, and his full strength far exceeded the realm of cultivation. He was full of energy.
A sense of mystery.
Later, they rescued each other again and again, and Nangong Dai was already secretly connected to Yuwen Zhouyuan at the first glance, but at that time, Yuwen Zhouyuan looked like he was rejecting people thousands of miles away, which made Nangong Dai unaware.
How long have you been feeling uncomfortable?
Later, the two experienced dangers in the Lingshi Ridge of the Mountain of No Return, and the two broke into the Beast Spirit Sect together, which made them understand each other. Especially after Yuwen Zhouyuan joined the Wuguang Sect with him, everything that happened made Nangong Dai forget about it.
In my heart, I recognized Yuwen Zhouyuan as my man.
What makes her even more happy is that since Yuwen Zhouyuan joined the inner hall, he is no longer so alienated from her, and sometimes even starts to take advantage of her, which makes her even more confused and obsessed.
"Suya, why do you think Brother Yuwen knows so much? I have never heard of possessed spirits and have no idea at all." Nangong Dai said.
Bai Su said: "He is a very mysterious person and has a lot of experience. Of course he knows more than us."
Nangong Dai asked: "Yes, it may be related to the fact that he traveled south and north when he was a casual cultivator."
On the stage, the silver sword was fighting fiercely with a pair of sea dragon fang whips.
What is surprising is that the confrontation between the two magic weapons did not make a roaring sound like other arenas, but they collided and hit each other very skillfully.
In the sky, the silver light sword is in the center, but the two whips are deftly positioned on the outside. The white jade-like sea dragon fang whips are like two spiritual snakes at this moment, constantly attacking, and every time, they can use the most powerful whip tips.
Hit the weakest parts of the hilt and body of the silver lightsaber.
Although the pair of whip-like magical weapons seemed to have little lethality and meager attack power, Yuwen Zhouyuan had already felt that this sea dragon fang whip actually had the effect of devouring souls.
It seems that this is the special attribute of the sea dragon's fangs, coupled with the effect of a suitable spirit-enchanting formation. Yuwen Zhouyuan felt that every time the slender whip tip hit the silver sword, it was like being bitten by a big mosquito.
He took a deep breath, of course, it was spiritual power, not blood.
This was actually the same as the soul-absorbing thorn that I had destroyed at the time!
When the silver sword's spiritual power is sucked, the operator needs to constantly replenish it. If the battle continues like this, he will be dragged to death. No matter how much spiritual power he has, he will not be able to continue to be consumed like this.
"Uncle Zheng's magic weapon is indeed feminine." Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled faintly and praised it secretly.
Zheng Zonghui wasn't angry either. He laughed and said, "Don't be depressed. It takes skill to control my pair of sea urchin fang whips. Most people can't control them. Do you think it's so easy for me to dodge your sword attack and hit it smoothly?"
Is it at the weak point? You have to be tactful! You have to be flexible! You have to be versatile and adapt to changes!"
Zheng Zonghui laughed, and the sea dragon fang whip struck the handle of the broad sword hard again.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan didn't answer, and he was quickly forming spells with his hands. When it came to controlling the magic weapon, Yu Wen Zhouyuan was not inferior to anyone else. Don't forget that he had been practicing hard for two or three months.
"Hey, it's interesting." Zheng Zonghui also became interested when he saw the silver light sword in the air became more flexible.
Zheng Zonghui said while speeding up the magic formula in his hand: "I didn't expect that you are also a master at controlling magic weapons! In fact, the same magic weapon will emit different powers in the hands of different people. This does not only depend on the cultivation level.
The level of the body, the strength of the spiritual will, actually the manipulation and technique, and the speed are all very important."
There was a silver light and two slender white lights in the sky, and the battle became more intense. The silver light was like a silver python, swinging back and forth, focusing on defense, but also taking the initiative to attack once or twice.
The two slender white lights were more flexible because of their small size. They would sometimes attack the broad back of the silver sword, and then quickly go behind the golden sword and attack the hilt. However, the silver sword defended itself under Yuwen Zhouyuan's control.
There was no water leaking from the ground, and the two little snake-like white lights could no longer find their mouth.
This is not only a competition of magical weapons, but more importantly, the changes in the techniques and formulas of both parties. You must know that this kind of change in the formulas is probably due to the change being too rapid, causing a backlash of real power. Few ordinary monks dare to go forward.
One method is not finished before moving on to the next one.