Qian Wenbin is of medium height, has a sallow complexion and looks quite thin. He does not look like a cultivator, but more like a mortal scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken.
He cautiously glanced at Mu Taiyu, cupping his fists and saying, "Senior Brother Mu, please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Wenbin stepped on his feet, and yellow dead leaves emerged from the soles of his feet. These dead leaves quickly rose into the air and immediately swelled and hovered around his body.
At the same time, traces of sword energy emanated from every dead leaf. At this moment, the clothes on Qian Wenbin's body moved without any wind.
Zheng Dongjie, the master of Wuguang Sect, smiled and said to the black-faced real-level master beside him: "Qian Wenbin's Dead Leaf Sword Intent already possesses the power of the middle grade, not bad!"
"Hahaha, Senior Brother Sect Leader, Qian Wenbin is my most proud disciple, and he has good natural resources. What's even more valuable is that he practices extremely hard. This withered leaf sword energy was chosen by him from the Sutra Pavilion, and he has been practicing for a whole time. After five years, I finally reached the middle level!" The black-faced old man said proudly from the side.
"The Dead Leaf Sword Qi has always been famous for its attack power. You disciples in the inner hall are optimistic about it and must study hard. This opportunity is rare and you must seize it!" Master Qingshui said to the disciples around him with a smile on his face.
"Senior Brother Qian is usually taciturn, but I didn't realize that he had mastered the Dead Leaf Sword Qi to such an extent!" Wang Zhonghui was secretly envious and watched carefully.
At this time, Qian Wenbin on the stone platform shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Mu, my dead leaf sword energy is extremely powerful! You have to be careful!"
At this moment, the dead leaves wandering around suddenly turned rapidly, and green sword energy shot towards Mu Taiyu like a heavy rain.
Mu Taiyu's expression remained as usual, his body retreated quickly, his hands formed seals quickly, and he shouted: "Fire!"
At this moment, the whole sky suddenly lit up, and then little crystal lights appeared from all directions, and they were strikingly like sparks.
These sparks gathered in front of Mu Taiyu like lightning and turned into a layer of fire. When the sun shined on the outside of the flame, it shone with golden light, which was really beautiful.
The old man Dongfang of the Kendo Sect smiled and said to the disciples behind him: "It is difficult to practice the dead leaf sword energy of the Wuguang Sect, especially since Qian Wenbin has already cultivated to the realm of sword energy, and his attack power is excellent. You will encounter difficulties in the future. Remember that this withered leaf sword energy is invincible, and you have to take a roundabout way to win, unless you have a single fire spirit root like Mu Taiyu, and the fire attribute heart between heaven and earth can be moved at will."
All the disciples nodded and accepted the instruction, except for the middle-aged man standing at the end who was slightly disdainful.
The sword energy of the dead leaves on the stone platform was like a heavy rain, all ignited on the fire. Qian Wenbin's face darkened. The fire was too weird, and the sword energy had no effect at all when it touched it, and then they all disappeared silently. .
Qian Wenbin frowned and was about to cast the spell again. At this moment, Mu Taiyu, who was in the fire, suddenly showed a strange smile and said softly: "Senior Brother Qian, it is disrespectful to come and go without going back. Please accept this Dead Leaf Sword Qi." Take a look and see!"
The fire was burning, and ripples appeared on it. Then the dead leaf sword energy that Qian Wenbin released just now was immediately refracted from the fire, and the same spell and the same sword intention were shot at Qian Wenbin.
Qian Wenbin's complexion changed drastically, and he retreated violently, but the sword energy was faster, and it was almost too late to dodge.
Qian Wenbin gritted his teeth and quickly threw out more than a dozen talismans from the storage bag. As soon as these talismans appeared, they immediately flashed yellow and spontaneously ignited without fire, turning into streaks of white mist.
The sword energy shot on it dissipated one after another, and the white mist also melted quickly. In the end, most of the sword energy was barely dissolved, but there was still some sword energy that did not dissolve, and rushed out from the white mist, directly penetrating the money.
Wenbin's body.
Qian Wenbin's body was carried far back by the impact of the sword energy. He kept vomiting blood in mid-air, fell to the ground with a pale face, and struggled for a long time without standing up again.
There were several small holes that penetrated Qian Wenbin's body. Fortunately, no vital parts were injured and his life was not in danger.
Mu Taiyu showed a proud look on his face, turned around and jumped off the stone platform and said to the old man Dongfang: "Elder Dongfang, fortunately, my disciple did not disgrace his life and only used half of the fire to rebound."
The black-faced old man from the Wuguang Sect moved, turned into a black cloud and quickly came to Qian Wenbin. He slapped him several times with a gloomy expression and fed him a few precious pills. After doing this, he said in a deep voice
Said: "What a fire refraction! It is impossible to crack it without the strength above the eighth level of the True Yuan Stage. As a disciple of mine, I am not very good at learning, so it is normal for me to lose."
The disciples of the Kendo Sect all looked happy and talked among themselves.
"A mere sixth-level Zhenyuan stage guy wants to compete with Senior Brother Mu Taiyu. I just knew that we will definitely win the first match!" said a disciple of the Sword Dao Sect with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
This person is none other than Feng Zhiyi, who sells "Huang Tang Wanli Xiang" in Chengfang City, Bianzhou.
"That's right! Senior Brother Mu's fire is extremely powerful. Even the elders in the sect praised it endlessly. It's just a dream for them to crack it." A Zhenyuan monk from the Sword Dao Sect dressed as a scholar in his thirties agreed.
"No! This Wuguang Sect is really getting worse every year! I have been observing the disciples in the inner hall for a long time in the past few days, and I really haven't seen anyone who poses a threat to us." A female cultivator also said.
"You can't say that. The masters among the True Yuan disciples of Wuguang Sect have not appeared yet. I heard from the elders that they still have some talents. Those are the core disciples of Wuguang Sect." A master of the True Yuan stage who is about fifty years old
The perfect monk interrupted the others.
Like the disciples of the Sword Dao Sect, all the inner disciples of the Wuguang Sect were also shocked. They were all disciples who had entered the sect within the past twenty years and had rarely seen such a bloody scene.
They all fell silent and felt uneasy in their hearts.
The master of the sect, Zheng Dongjie, had a face as deep as water and was speechless for a long time. He could tell at a glance that this disciple of the other party, Mu Taiyu, was at the sixth level of the True Yuan Stage, but he did not expect that the other party had such magical spells.
, this fire becomes stronger when it comes to strength. Without the strength above the eighth level of the True Yuan stage, it cannot be broken at all.
This was only the first game, and Zheng Dongjie could not help but feel bitter in his heart. It seemed that the Wuguang Sect had really declined. He glanced at the juniors and sisters around him, all of whom had bitter expressions on their faces and were silent.
Jiang relaxed took a breath and whispered to himself: "Damn it, a True Yuan Stage disciple is so powerful, how could this Sword Dao Sect accept a disciple... Why am I not so lucky!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked deeply at Mu Taiyu. He saw everything just now. Although he did not notice the other party's true cultivation level when Mu Taiyu used fire, he did not actually compete with Yuwen Zhouyuan.
I was shocked by the fire.
The old man Dongfang of the Sword Dao Sect smiled slightly and said loudly: "Fellow Taoist Zheng Dongjie, it's your turn to take the lead in this second round!"
Master Zheng Dongjie's eyes swept over one inner disciple after another. Most of the inner disciples immediately lowered their heads and prayed in their hearts not to be selected.
Seeing this, Master Zheng Dongjie was very angry in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, Wang Zhonghui suddenly gritted his teeth and stepped forward and said loudly: "Sect master, uncle, this disciple is not willing to do these two things!"
The several real master uncles next to them all had unswerving expressions. Wang Zhonghui's master, Master Cang Yuan, even frowned and said, "Wang Zhonghui, you are only on the second level of the True Yuan Stage. You must not act nonsense!"
Wang Zhonghui hesitated and said: "Master, disciple... I have a new spell that can disgust the opponent even if you can't win."
At the same time, Wang Zhonghui thought to himself: "No one is willing to play now. If I go up, I will definitely win the favor of the sect master. Even if I can't win, I can gain some face by using the 'Huangtang Wanlixiang' in Bianzhou Chengfang City. Brother Feng Zhiyi is sorry.
You, I bought this Huangtang Wanlixiang from you and then used it on you, it is considered a cycle of cause and effect!"
In the past few days, Wang Zhonghui thought that he had used the "Yellow Tang Wanli Fragrance" skillfully. Although he failed the first few times, he finally succeeded several times with Feng Zhiyi.
Because of time constraints, Wang Zhonghui did not continue practicing, but he believed that as long as he used it a few more times, he would succeed.
Master Zheng Dongjie of Wuguang Sect sighed secretly, pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Wang Zhonghui, go up. Let me see your new magic!"
After hearing this, Wang Zhonghui respectfully answered yes, jumped onto the stone platform, and then said loudly: "Wang Zhonghui, a disciple of Wuguang Sect, is asking for advice from fellow Taoists of Sword Dao Sect! I also ask fellow Taoists of Sword Dao Sect to give me some advice!"
When Feng Zhiyi saw Wang Zhonghui, his intestines immediately hurt from laughter.
Seeing Elder Dongfang about to order someone to come on stage, Feng Zhiyi immediately stepped forward and said, "Uncle Master, my disciple Feng Zhiyi is willing to come on stage to communicate with fellow Taoists of the Wuguang Sect." He also winked as he said that.
The old man Dongfang was quite troubled by this Feng Zhiyi, but he knew very well that Feng Zhiyi was eccentric and would not suffer easily.
Since this kid proposed to play now, he must be fully confident, so he pondered for a while and nodded.
Feng Zhiyi walked up to the stone platform excitedly, already smiling in his heart, and said to himself: Wang Zhonghui, Wang Zhonghui, you asked for this, this time I will definitely disgrace you!
When Wang Zhonghui saw Feng Zhiyi's appearance, his expression became strange.
"Senior Brother Wang Zhonghui, come on, use your most brilliant spells and attack me with all your heart. I, Feng Zhiyi, will take over!" Feng Zhiyi said loudly.
Wang Zhonghui hesitated for a moment. He had now advanced to the True Yuan stage and had made great progress in both cultivation and spells. Then he made a secret with one hand and opened his mouth to spit out a red flying sword. The flying sword appeared and quickly circled around.
A circle of cold light traveled around his body.
"Go!" As soon as Wang Zhonghui finished speaking, Feijian quickly rushed towards Feng Zhiyi.
Wang Zhonghui took this opportunity and immediately took out four or five "Yellow Tang Wanli Xiang" and shouted: "Brother Feng, watch my magic!"
Feng Zhiyi burst out laughing and easily dodged the flying sword and said in his heart: "Explode!"
The "Yellow Tang Wanli Xiang" in Wang Zhonghui's hand immediately exploded with a "boom" sound before he could throw it out, and a monstrous odor suddenly filled the surroundings. Looking at Wang Zhonghui now, he was covered in yellow excrement soup and stood blankly.
I was speechless for a long time.
He never figured out why the "Yellow Tang Wanli Xiang" exploded without throwing it out? Did he use too much force just now?
Feng Zhiyi sighed with emotion and said loudly: "Brother Wang Zhonghui, this move is too powerful. What kind of move is it? Self-destruction? Alas, I told you before that the 'Yellow Tang Wanli Xiang' should be handled with care, but you can use so much force.