When Sima Zhi appeared on the island, he actually bowed his hands and bowed before pulling out a red rope from his clothes.
If you look carefully, it doesn't look like an ordinary rope, but a long rope, one end held in the hand, slowly flying out from the skirt of the clothes... It's so long, it's dozens of meters! How can it be stuffed in the clothes?
Sima Zhi opened his mouth and explained: "This magic weapon is special. With my cultivation, it can be spread out for a hundred meters, but its power is exhausted. Thirty meters is the most convenient! It has the magic of trapping, and it will be bound when touched. Fellow Taoist, be careful!"
He made it clear before taking action, which not only showed magnanimity but also showed goodwill. In fact, without his introduction, Hua Zhenxing had already received Old Man Yang's spiritual message and learned the details of this magic weapon.
This rope is called Qilin Rope, and almost no contemporary Dingfengtan disciple has ever seen it. It is said that the ancestor used it to tie Mo Qilin, and later it became Mo Qilin's personal weapon.
The Qilin cord was like a long whip. After Sima Zhi finished speaking, the tip of the whip finally flew out of his clothes. He had just said that it would be most convenient to use it when it was spread out about thirty meters, but now he unfolded the Qilin cord to more than fifty meters.
Because the distance between his Genhua Zhenxing is only forty meters, which is too short to reach.
Sima Zhi shook his hand in faith, and the Qilin Suo finally came towards Hua Zhenxing's head. Hua Zhenxing also shook his wrist, and a long, sharpened wooden stick appeared in his hand. The Shenyin Spear took on the most convenient form of Hua Zhenxing, which is
It was more than four meters long, and it hit the tip of the whip with a single stroke of luck.
Then the sound coming from the island was like setting off firecrackers during the New Year. Sima Zhi walked forward waving his long whip. The length of the whip became shorter and shorter, gradually shrinking to about thirty meters. The shadow of the whip was like numbness and struck around Hua Zhenxing's body.
Time and time again, the Shenyin Spear was picked, poked, smashed, or collapsed, but it could not reach him.
In addition to the intensive clashing sounds, there was also the sound of whining wind, which was the vibration of the air caused by the dancing whips.
The more Hua Zhenxing fought, the more strange he felt. This unicorn rope was different from ordinary magic weapons. It could be spread out to a length of dozens of meters, but it didn't have any magical changes like ordinary magic. If it couldn't be broken apart, it could only be opened with magic power, which was the main body of the weapon.
In the pavilion on the bridge, Mo Shangtong also showed a very interested expression, and said in a deep voice: "This thing looks like a divine weapon but not a divine weapon."
Ke Mengchao: "I'm not very good at these, but I can also see that it can change with the form and spirit, but there is only one change, and it is not an invisible weapon."
Old Man Yang nodded and said: "Yes, it is a tangible whip. It was probably used by the founder of Dingfengtan to whip Mo Qilin."
Mo Shangtong: "It reminds me of the legendary fairy rope."
Old Man Yang: "It's far from the best. It's not as good as Zhengyi's demon blocking rope."
Mo Shangtong: "Isn't the demon rope used to tie dogs?"
Yang Tehong: "It's not just about tying dogs, some people have also used it to chain up dragons."
Mo Shangtong: "If you want to block the demon rope and seize the dragon, you have to wear a beast-locking ring. If you want to use the two magic weapons at the same time, you must at least be in the ninth level. Although this Qilin rope is not good, it does not have high requirements for the wielder.
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Yang Tehong: "Actually, the requirements are quite high. Sima Zhui can only barely activate the Qilin Cable. If he can't touch Xiaohua, he won't be able to use the magic of lock control. It's just a long whip."
Mo Shangtong: "It's really not a divine weapon, it's just a little bit worse."
Yang Tehong: "It's just a little bit different, but it's completely different. I guess the founder of Dingfengtan wanted to refine it into a magical weapon, but failed. Fortunately, the magic weapon was not damaged, so this thing was left behind."
Ke Mengchao: "How can a divine weapon be so easy to make!"
Mo Shangtong: "Lao Yang, Xiaohua, do you know that the cane you used to beat him since childhood is a magical weapon? Xiao Ke and I have also used it, spanking him with the cane!"
Yang Tehong drank a glass of wine with a smile: "Now that I think about it, I feel a bit cruel."
Ke Mengchao said seriously: "I think Lao Yang is not strict enough with his children!"
Mo Shangtong: "That divine vine blow can refine the body, as long as you use great magic power to refine the essence at the same time."
Ke Mengchao: "No wonder Xiaohua howled so loudly every time he was beaten, which made his ears buzz. That was the gourd vine planted by Taozu!"
Old Man Yang's expression seemed to be showing off, but his tone was very humble. He waved his hand and said: "It's either a gourd vine or a golden bell flower vine. You are all wrong."
Mo Shangtong: "You never said that before!"
Old Man Yang: "I thought with your Master Mo's eyesight, you could tell the difference at a glance."
Mo Shangtong: "They've all been trained into magical weapons. How can I recognize them?"
Mo Shangtong: "Let's talk about business, there's still a fight over there!"
Ke Mengchao: "Who took the topic astray?"
Yang Tehong: "Watch the children playing with sticks while we drink!"
The three old men were drinking wine, and old man Yang suddenly snorted again.
This voice resounded in Sima Zhi's soul, and Sima Zhi was startled, knowing that this was an expression of dissatisfaction by a senior expert, because he had been attacking tentatively and had not tried his best just now.
At this moment, Sima Zhi had no choice but to grit his teeth, and his figure suddenly started to move, constantly changing directions around Hua Zhenxing, waving his long whip like a spiritual snake spitting out messages.
As soon as he moved, Hua Zhenxing also moved, shaking out the stick flowers, which danced into a shadow of sticks. The two of them were staggered on the island, and it was very beautiful.
However, the expressions of Xiao Guang and Colonel Lin who were watching the battle were a bit strange. How could this be a fight? It was clearly a martial arts contest! They used long whips and spears in an open field, and all their body and footwork were used.
If it were really a martial arts competition, the long whip would not be advantageous in this situation, especially not conducive to a long battle, but fortunately it was controlled by Sima Zhu's mana.
The three old men just said it right. In fact, Sima Zhi is very reluctant to use Qilin Suo. If he cannot defeat Zhonghua Zhenxing, it will be a waste of mana.
Sima Zhi is not a martial arts practitioner. His footwork, body skills and whip skills are just some basic skills in cultivation.
But Hua Zhenxing has practiced stick skills and spears since he was a child. He can use short knives, soft whips, and even tiger fingering and Emei thorns. As long as his magic power can keep up with the consumption, he is not afraid of fighting Sima Zhi like this.
In the second battle, Sima Zhui was attacking like a storm, and Hua Zhenxing was struggling to parry. In fact, it was Hua Zhenxing who really had the upper hand.
But Sima Zhi couldn't stop attacking. He had seen the power of the Shenyin Gun. Once his attack couldn't keep up, the other party's gun might hit him!
It's not possible to continue fighting like this. Sima Zhi let out a soft drink, and the whip tip of the Qilin Suo changed again. Sometimes it bifurcated, sometimes it shook out the ring, or it was wound or lassoed, trying to tie up Hua Zhenxing with the Shenyin Spear.
in the middle.
At this moment, Hua Zhenxing even used the five stick striking skills that Ding Qi had taught him. The bangtiao swing combined with the change of body shape did not fall into the trap at all. Sima Zhui gradually turned pale, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so "
"Contest" is really very expensive.
Old Man Yang in the pavilion frowned slightly and said: "After all, he is also a fifth-level monk. He is not even as good as Xiaohua in terms of hard work. What has he been doing in the past twenty years?"
Mo Shangtong: "I definitely don't refine pure gold every day and night!"
Ke Mengchao: "The main reason is that the magic weapon is not easy to use. It does not mean that the more powerful it is, the more magical it is, the better. But to choose the most suitable one, he would rather use Qilin Rope than Wind Slash! Such a battle not only consumes more money, but also
In terms of physical strength and martial arts, he can't beat Xiaohua."
Old Man Yang: "When Dingfengtan was destroyed, Sima Zhui had just broken through the four realms. He must have practiced hard after coming to Banda City, but then... his path went astray."
Ke Mengchao: "He is the smartest among the three brothers, and his understanding should also be the highest."
Old Man Yang: "Sometimes it's just smart people who make such mistakes, not to mention there are no teachers around to give guidance."
Sima Zhi, who was praised for his cleverness by the three old men, also realized his predicament at this moment. It was not a question of victory or defeat if he continued to fight like this, but whether he could save his life? At this moment, the Qilin Suo revealed its flaw, and Hua Zhenxing's gun
The sharp point shot out quickly and reached his chest in the blink of an eye.
Hua Zhenxing kept parrying but did not fight back, and the first counterattack was fatal. Sima Zhi also realized where he had made a mistake and gave up the Qilin rope instantly. Like Xiao Guang just now, he also pulled out a willow branch from his sleeve.
Dingfengtan's iconic magic weapon, Wind Slash, is of course also available to Sima. The Wind Slash is swung continuously, either in a circle, in a circle, with a lag, or with a slow motion, to neutralize the attacks of the Divine Hidden Spear one by one.
The offensive and defensive positions changed instantly. Hua Zhenxing shook out his guns and advanced step by step. Although Sima Zhui parried flawlessly, he was forced to retreat step by step.
If he had used Wind Slash to fight Hua Zhenxing from the beginning, he probably would not have been defeated, but at this moment he was obviously unable to make a comeback, and was about to be forced into the lake by Hua Zhenxing's offensive.
Old Man Yang "praised" Sima Zhi again: "The basic skills are still very solid."
Mo Shangtong: "After all, it is the sect's magic weapon and fundamental method of Dingfengtan."
Seeing that Sima Zhui was about to be forced into the lake by Hua Zhenxing and "escape", this was not because he deliberately let the water go to seek defeat, nor was it because Hua Zhenxing's subordinates left a message, but because he was still able to hold on firmly despite being at a disadvantage, which was equivalent to being shot.
The tip pushed back again and again.
At this moment, Yang Tehong shouted angrily from Yuanshen again: "Try your best!"
Sima Zhi lamented and his eyes flashed with strange light, and the joints all over his body cracked. His shirt and trousers were stretched to the ground, and his belt was broken by the shock. Fortunately, the underwear had good elasticity and was still covered... In the blink of an eye, only this piece of clothing was left.
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Hua Zhenxing, who was more than 20 meters away, instantly felt that Sima Zhui suddenly transformed into a monster. It was not that he was dazzled, but that the shadow of a monster actually appeared outside the outline of Sima Zhui's body. It seemed to be condensed with blood, and he looked up to the sky and uttered
Roar.
Hua Zhenxing's soul was struck, and it was difficult to control the weapon for a while. The Shenyin Spear disappeared in an instant, and turned into a vine ring again and returned to his right wrist. Knowing that it was not good, he ducked and retreated.
The monster's shadow appeared, and while roaring, it made a movement of pounce forward. Not one monster actually pounced, but huge waves rolled up on the lake behind Sima Zhi. The huge waves were like monsters, heading towards
The center of the island shot past with a roar.
Hua Zhenxing's secret path was not good. He couldn't avoid it at all, and it was impossible to block it suddenly. Even if he wasn't killed by the huge waves, he would still have to be swept from the island to the lake on the other side. He was the loser this time.
Now, in the next three years, we have to say goodbye to chickens and eggs!
But the huge waves did not hit the island. At the same moment, Yang Tehong in the pavilion stood up and stretched out his hand towards the island, as if he had grasped something and shook it.
The clouds above the island suddenly condensed into a big hand, which descended from the sky and pinched the neck of the monster formed by the huge waves. In an instant, it was shaken away and turned into a sheet of water that spread all over the sky, drenching Sima Zhi all over.
Hua Zhenxing was stunned, and then heard Old Man Yang's voice shouting: "The second brother also lost!"
How could it be that Sima Zhi lost? Hua Zhenxing couldn't stop his last attack. Did Old Yang open his eyes and tell lies, or was he deliberately trying to deflect? I saw Sima Zhi himself lowering his head and saying: "Ashamed, I lost!"
Just now, Sima Zhu let out a silent roar that impacted his soul. All his clothes exploded and his shoes were torn apart. The silhouette of a monster was shrouded outside his body. The powerful impact caused the ground beneath his feet to sink.
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Don't forget that he was standing on the edge of the island, and the lake water immediately poured in. He was already standing in knee-deep water. The island was slightly round, equivalent to a gap being opened, and the shape looked like it had been bitten.
A bite of biscuit.
When Hua Zhenxing was in a trance and the Shenyin Spear was passively withdrawn, Sima Zhi was already in the lake. According to the agreement of the fight, he lost.
Instead of retreating to the lake, but allowing the lake to submerge beneath his feet, Sima Zhi unleashed his final move. He still failed to win the battle, and I don't know if it was intentional.
Hua Zhenxing broke out in a cold sweat, but quickly regained his composure. He took the time to adjust his energy, and there was still another opponent. In fact, he knew very well that Old Yang was looking for someone to teach him tricks today. These three brothers were all sparring partners today.
, it is rare to have the opportunity to have a free fight with such a monk from the Eastern Kingdom.
How should he deal with monks from all walks of life in the future, and what changes can the Divine Hidden Spear be used in different situations? After these three battles today, I believe he will have an idea, and he will have some confidence in encountering similar things in the future.
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Sima Zhi opened his mouth to admit defeat, and Old Man Yang waved him back. This time, he appeared directly at the table in the pavilion. Old Man Yang knew that Hua Zhenxing was taking the opportunity to adjust his spirit, so he did not immediately bring Principal Lin to the island, but
He picked up an empty plate on the table and said, "Spit it out!"
Sima Zhi: "Senior, what did you say?"
Yang Tehong: "Even a blind man could see that there was something wrong with that move you just made! I just want to ask, why are you so brave? You dare to practice anything blindly? Just spit it out if you don't want to die!"
Sima Zhi, who was only wearing a pair of underwear, turned red. He seemed to be using his magic power and his whole body was shaking. He looked very uncomfortable. He vomited something out and dropped it into the dish. The object looked like a colorful pebble.
The pattern is like agate, about the size of a grape.
Yang Tehong: "No wonder the Kunlun League didn't find the relic of the auspicious beast. It turned out that it was taken away by you. What did you think that you actually swallowed it?"
Sima Zhi: "So it's called the auspicious beast relic? I saw with my own eyes that the sacred beast of the mountain disappeared without a trace, leaving only this thing. It contains the thoughts of the gods, not only the inheritance of Dingfengtan, but also the auspicious beast itself
The inheritance of secret techniques.
Since I got it, I must have some divine will. After breaking through the five realms, I have been studying this thing, and I also want to learn Mo Qilin's secret method, but I still can't get it.
I had heard back then that some treasures must be nourished by the form and spirit, so I swallowed it into my belly and sealed it within the form and spirit. Although the refining was not complete, I had some feelings over the years that could summon the auspicious beast.
Possessed by a shadow, he can use certain magical powers..."
Yang Tehong sighed when he heard this, shook his head and asked: "It is something that can only be achieved by the Nine Realms when utensils are truly integrated into form and spirit. Your Mo Qilin at the end of Dingfeng Pond was only eight when it died.
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You actually swallowed this auspicious beast relic into your stomach. Do you want to digest it or pull it out without feeling sick or uncomfortable? The trick you just did is not usually used very much, right?"
Sima Zhi: "I almost never use it, and I don't need to use it on weekdays. I only occasionally acquire magical powers while trying to refine the relics of auspicious beasts."
Mo Shangtong glanced at him: "Fortunately, you rarely use it. It is a power that stimulates the blood and energy to explode, but your body is not an auspicious beast. It will cause the blood and energy to exhaust. The more times you use it, the faster you will die."
Ke Mengchao also shook his head and said: "What you did is a mistake. As long as you don't use that trick normally, although the refining of the auspicious beast relics with the form and spirit will not be successful, it will at least have some effect of nourishing the blood, but the side effects will be more obvious."
Sima Zhi hurriedly bowed down and said, "Excuse me, where is the deviation?"
Mo Shangtong: "It's not that there was a deviation somewhere, it was just a fool's errand. It didn't ruin your cultivation, it was just luck that you lost your life!"
I think back then Sima Zhi got the relic of the auspicious beast, which was what was left behind when the sacred beast Mo Qilin of Dingfengtan died. It contained the idea of controlling the gods and had the complete inheritance of the sect of Dingfengtan.
In addition to the inheritance of Dingfeng Pond, the auspicious beast relic also contains the secret inheritance of Mo Qilin's own cultivation. If you practice it successfully, you can master Mo Qilin's powerful innate magical power. This auspicious beast relic is an auxiliary thing.
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After Sima Zhui broke through the fifth realm, he started to study the relics of auspicious beasts. There was no teacher's guidance in Sanhu Town. As for Xiao Guang and Colonel Lin, they had no hope and could only figure it out on their own.
He was indeed very smart, and in the end he actually figured out a way and achieved some "gains".
Sima Zhi is a person who loves to learn and study. For example, his commonly used magic weapon is a long rope. He also spent a lot of money to invite a rope art master from the Sang Island Kingdom to learn various rope-tying skills.
But of course he went astray in using the auspicious beast relics, but he couldn't tell where the deviation was? From Mo Shangtong's point of view, the right situation is clear at a glance, and the wrong situation is unpredictable. Who knows that someone will be wrong?
What's the trick?
Yang Tehong squinted his eyes again and asked: "Auspicious beasts are different from humans. Before it breaks through the Eighth Realm, even the secret method of Dingfengtan is not suitable for it. By the same token, the secret method it cultivates is not suitable for humans.
Even if you are already a monk in the fifth realm, you will not be able to enter Mo Qilin's secret method by practicing it from scratch, and you will not be able to pass the first level of lustful calamity. These years must have been very enjoyable, right?"
Sima Zhi lowered his head even lower and whispered: "It's actually quite uncomfortable!"
Old Man Yang: "Don't be so modest. I think you are enjoying yourself... just wait and see what happens. Let's get the third one!"
Hua Zhenxing had almost rested. It was impossible for his mana consumption to recover in such a short time, but the impact of the soul attack he had just suffered had basically no effect, and his physical strength was no problem. At this time, Colonel Lin appeared on the island, still standing opposite him.
Colonel Lin's expression was stern, he took something out of his arms and said slowly: "I didn't bring Feng Zhan with me today, but it was the willow branch used by the two senior brothers just now. I only have this magic weapon on me. It's called the Spring Rain Sword, which contains sharpness.
The energy can be divided into sword light to hurt people, please be careful, fellow Taoist!"
What he took out was a small rosewood-colored box, which was two inches long and less than an inch wide. After opening it, a ray of light flew out, like water droplets, light balls and pills, both tangible and intangible, and formed in the air.
For thousands.
The so-called thousands are just the remnants of visual light and shadow, but they are actually turned into ninety-nine flying lights, or like ninety-nine flying swords, falling like rain with sharp energy.
In the distance, Xiao Guang and Sima Zhi exclaimed in unison: "Third brother, no!" However, Colonel Lin had no expression on his face and did not answer.
After exclaiming, Sima Zhi said quietly with his spiritual consciousness: "Brother, in fact, the third brother should not be able to hurt that kid. With those three seniors here, the Spring Rain Sword is just like that."
In today's fight, Old Man Yang used his spiritual thoughts to provide guidance from the sidelines at any time. Hua Zhenxing now knew that the Spring Rain Sword was also a very special magic weapon. Usually, the magic weapon has a fixed function, and the use of the weapon is nothing more than the movement of magic power.
However, the Spring Rain Sword is usually stored in a box, and it needs to collect sharp energy to exert its power.
During a fight, the sword light splits apart and penetrates all-pervasive, like drizzle or torrent, but the sharp energy contained in it will continue to be consumed. If the opponent can resist it, its power will become smaller and smaller.
In the end, only the usual magic remains.
Hua Zhenxing struck with one hand, and the Shenyin Spear turned into a lotus leaf. The stem was about ten feet high and the leaves were five feet round. It was like a big umbrella blocking the spring rain.
It was said that the sword light could bypass the umbrella and attack from the side, but the Shenyin Spear turned into lotus leaves and formed a defensive space, which was a five-foot space that enveloped Hua Zhenxing's figure.
Colonel Lin held the box with his left hand behind his back, and stretched out his right hand to guide the sword technique. His clothes fluttered and attracted thousands of flying swords, which made the lotus leaves flutter like raindrops.
The sword light was whirling like raindrops, and you could even feel the sharp energy cutting through it. However, the lotus leaves shook, and Hua Zhenxing was always safe and sound. After fighting until now, the scene at this time is the most in line with people's impressions.
In the pavilion, Mo Shangtong said with great interest: "The magical artifacts in Dingfengtan have their own characteristics. They are all rare types."
Ke Mengchao: "After all, there should be a lot of treasures accumulated through thousands of years of inheritance. They must have picked out rare things at that time."
Yang Tehong poured a glass of wine: "It's called the Spring Rain Sword, but it's the invisible elixir in the box. When you use it, you can scatter beans into soldiers and rain into thousands of threads."
Mo Shangtong: "The legends of sword pills, sword beans, and sword pills in the world are probably related to this type of artifact. He thought that the magic weapon in his hand was powerful, but in fact, if it were a magic weapon, how could it be compared to Xiaohua's Shenyin Spear?
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Yang Tehong filled the glasses of wine for the other two old men: "Come on, let's go! Once we've settled the affairs here, it's time to celebrate the New Year, right?"
After finishing the glass of wine, Mo Shangtong nodded and said, "Yes, it's New Year's Eve! Master, have you written the Spring Festival couplets?"
Ke Mengchao: "Xiaohua has already written it. The first couplet is 'Before sitting in the hall, the east wind nourishes the purple energy', the second couplet is 'The rain in the world contains true flowers', and the horizontal line is actually 'The land of joyful thoughts'! Lao Yang, what are you having for New Year's Eve dinner?"
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Yang Tehong: "Just eat it, Xiaohua is the one doing it anyway."
Mo Shangtong: "This year's situation is special. Many construction aid workers stayed in Fiso Port to celebrate the New Year. It is time to organize condolences."
Ke Mengchao sighed: "It has been arranged! So many things have happened this year, and everyone, including this world, has experienced too much."
Hua Zhenxing, who was in the middle of a martial arts fight, stretched out the lotus leaves in his hands, and suddenly heard the sound of poetry chanting in the breeze coming from far away: The winter wind comes and goes with it, and there are different feelings no matter how cold or warm it is. The grass is always in the spring light, and the road leads to where the peach blossoms bloom.
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In the pavilion on the bridge, several people raised their glasses at the same time and said: "Wish you a happy new year together!"