"You don't need to be aggressive with your words. My disciples are still somewhat inconsistent in terms of their xinxing cultivation!" Master Qingchen said.
Bian Heng snorted, turned around, clasped his fists towards Princess Changping, and said, "Princess, please open the meeting arena!"
The most difficult aspect of transforming Hongyuan as a meeting venue this time was the construction of the meeting arena.
Those who participate in the meeting generally do not need to go to the ring, but once they do, it will naturally be an earth-shattering discussion.
Of course, at the beginning, everyone would stick to what they said, but when the war started, few people could actually do it.
Imagine that two people from the Purple Mansion Realm are fighting here. That is the power to move mountains and reclaim seas. How can an ordinary arena withstand it?
Princess Changping gave an order, and Cheng arrived not long after.
The guard beside him came to Princess Changping with a box. He took it and handed it to him personally.
Princess Changping opened the box and found a bunch of green cards inside.
Although there was a distance, Hang Tianyi could still sense that the brand was vaguely releasing a pure aura.
Obviously, this green sign is the key to opening the arena.
A group of people came out of the hall and walked to the side of the square. Princess Changping poured Qi into the sign, and a faint light flowed across the sky like a meteor and fell into the void.
With a bang, a pillar of light suddenly erupted in the sky, rising into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, there was a condensation of criss-crossing rays of light, and a arena appeared out of thin air in front of it.
Hang Tianyi couldn't help but secretly lamented that none of the people in the Ministry of Industry of the Dajing Dynasty were simple.
In the previous life on earth, the Ministry of Industry was engaged in engineering, but those people were obviously not as good as the ministers of the Ministry of Industry in this world. Although their cultivation levels were not very high, they knew how to draw the power of heaven and earth to build
There are so many amazing things coming out.
In Hang Tianyi's eyes, they are not only good at engineering, but also well-deserved machine masters.
Today's meeting in the arena resulted in two wins out of three, and one of them was naturally between Master Qingchen and Bian Heng.
Of course, if one side can win consecutively in the first two games, there will be no need for the third game.
Nangong Yao made a vertical leap,
He got on the ring, twitched his long sword, and glanced at everyone, finally landing on Nangong Qi and Taoist Yunyin: "Which one of you two is coming?"
Hang Tianyi has seen Nangong Yao and Nangong Qi fight. This guy is not Nangong Qi's opponent. Why is he so arrogant now? Does he have something to rely on?
It's just that the sword in his hand, although good, is not a magic weapon. Where does he get the confidence?
If he were on earth in his previous life, Hang Tianyi would probably say "Puxin Man".
A person who is not very good but is so confident. Who gave him the courage? Isn't this guy afraid of Nangong Qi playing?
While Hang Tianyi was thinking wildly, Taoist Yunyin had already stepped onto the ring. Compared with Nangong Yao, he looked so easy-going, as if he didn't care about anything.
"Let me, the poor Taoist, come and meet Your Excellency!" Taoist Yunyin said.
Nangong Yao snorted and said, "Please!"
As soon as the sound came out, he jumped up, like a flying roc, swung his long sword, and sword light shot out, and the sharp aura spread out, forming a fierce wind.
Taoist Yunyin was in the strong wind, but his expression remained unchanged. He raised his hands slowly, formed seals, released his strength, and attacked.
With a bang, Taoist Yunyin and Nangong Yao both involuntarily took a few steps back.
Hang Tianyi could see that Taoist Yunyin was extremely good in knowledge, but in terms of combat power, he was only at the level of the ordinary Yuantai realm.
In other words, Taoist Yunyin is not good at fighting.
"Something capable, but I'm just warming up!" Nangong Yao's voice came out, and he drew his sword again.
Taoist Yunyin could only avoid the sharp edge for the time being.
During this coming and going, it was obvious that Nangong Yao was occupying the top position.
Hang Tianyi's attention at this time is not only the battle in the ring, but also everyone under the ring.
Duan Cheng and many brothers from the Yulin Army are all here at this time.
Who in the military doesn't like to watch fighting in the ring?
In the blink of an eye, Nangong Yao and Taoist Yunyin had already fought for dozens of rounds.
In these dozens of rounds, Taoist Yunyin almost never had a head-on confrontation. He was always able to turn danger into danger at critical moments and neutralize Nangong Yao's attack.
Every time Nangong Yao comes out
He tried his best to recruit, but he was like making a circle of cotton without any effort.
As a result, Nangong Yao's mind gradually became agitated, and flaws in his purple center move gradually appeared.
However, Taoist Yunyin still did not attack the flaw directly.
Hang Tianyi had to admire the Taoist priest's determination. It was really extraordinary. If it were an ordinary person, how could he still be able to endure it at this time?
As time went by, Nangong Yao exposed more and more flaws, and because he tried his best to attack, the consumption of his energy was also extremely terrifying, and he began to pant.
"No, if this continues, I will definitely suffer a big loss!" Nangong Yao thought in his mind, swinging his long sword and striking out.
Taoist Yunyin saw the opportunity and cut in with one palm. He first opened Nangong Yao's long sword, then spun his body and counterattacked with his right hand, hitting Nangong Yao's chest.
With a bang, Nangong Yao let out a muffled groan and suddenly flew out.
The disciples in Daodeguan were all happy, and some even shouted: "We win!"
But at this moment, Nangong Yao paused in the air, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he clenched the long sword with both hands and struck out.
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The bright sword light was like a falling waterfall, filling most of the arena.
Taoist Yunyin couldn't help but look shocked. He quickly took a breath of energy and moved to the side.
Nangong Yao burst into laughter and entered an indescribable state of madness.
"So, this is where your confidence lies? It turns out that you have practiced demonic skills, which can transform demons and improve your skills?"
Hang Tianyi narrowed his eyes slightly. You must know that today's meeting in the arena is about fighting for the destiny of the Taoist sect.
Does this Bian Heng, who allows Nangong Yao to be so unbridled, not care about Dao Sect at all? Or is his purpose not in Dao Sect in the first place?
When Hang Tianyi thought of this, he was filled with doubts.
"Die!" Nangong Yao let out a wild shout, holding the long sword tightly with both hands and stabbing forward. The sharp sword light rolled straight towards Taoist Yunyin's face.
Taoist Yunyin suddenly put his hands together, and the power of the flowing Taoist rhyme turned into a white lotus. The long sword pierced the lotus and was instantly bent to take it out.
Then, the force of the counter-shock was released, and Nangong Yao flew out involuntarily and hit the edge of the ring.