"No, no, no, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore." Zheng Rui was obviously a little scared.
"Then I will take action, junior brother." Xuanmu always had a modest smile. After saying that, he picked up the Qisha Xun in his hand and played the song "Song of Resentment".
As the song started, clouds of blood mist surged into the Qisha Xun. The blood mist rushed out from the hole in a strange pattern. Then, countless blood mist was seen condensing in the air, and then turned into
He picked up a blood-red hand. The blood-red hand stretched out its index finger and quickly pointed towards Zheng Rui.
The sound was mournful, accompanied by a refreshing coolness. A bone-chilling chill lingered throughout the square.
With a gloomy look on his face, Zheng Rui took out the green jade flute in his hand and started playing it slowly. The sound of the flute came out leisurely, accompanied by streaks of blue light pouring out from the sound, as if
There are streams of water flowing out of the flute holes, but the water flow is strangely like air, dancing gracefully in the air. Although it looks extremely beautiful, its speed is also extremely fast.
The two started playing almost at the same time. To be honest, Xuanmu was not very proficient in playing the Qisha Xun. After all, he was more practicing the Yulan Qin. Today he just wanted to try the effect of the Qisha Xun.
That's all.
The water splashed and collided with the red finger in the air, and then the water was seen condensing into a ball, like a river more than ten feet long lying between the two people.
Xuanmu ignored it and continued to play. As the sound of the xun rose, the hand actually shattered in the air. However, the red mist did not dissipate. After it shattered, it turned into something almost in the blink of an eye.
Streams of bloody evil energy rushed towards the stream of water.
Due to the disparity in strength, just this blow suddenly blasted away the huge water flow that appeared.
At this time, Zheng Rui's face turned red from suppressing it, and the spiritual power in his body continued to surge from his mouth towards the jade flute in his hand. The jade flute emitted a faint blue light, and then he saw streaks of blue.
The water flow quickly merged into the water flow that was blasted away just now.
Then, a larger stream of water quickly condensed in the air.
Xuanmu sneered. In terms of his superiority in cultivation, the spiritual power in Xuanmu's body was obviously much richer than that of his opponent. He quickly changed the song, replacing Song of Resentment with Baihua Jue.
The bloody evil energy gushes out from the Xun hole and heads towards the blood mist that fills the air.
This blood mist turned into countless red petals and cyan petals in an instant. The petals in the sky quickly condensed into a huge flower ball, and then blasted towards the huge water flow.
When the red petals all over the sky collided with the huge water flow, both the water flow and the petals exploded in mid-air.
Countless raindrops quickly condensed again in mid-air as the flute played, while petals all over the sky kept flying in the air with strange rhythms.
This time of condensation made Zheng Rui's face turn pale, and the spiritual energy in his body was quickly drying up. However, this competition within the sect strictly prohibited taking any pills during the competition.
Xuanmu had obviously seen that the spiritual power in Zheng Rui's body could no longer support it. He smiled and said, "Are you admitting defeat?"
"I give up." Zheng Rui replied readily. He knew that Xuanmu was giving him face. Since he was given the opportunity to step down, he was certainly not a fool.
Xuanmu won again in this round. Needless to say, with his cultivation level, there would be no problem if he entered the top ten.
Back in the cave, Xuanmu read the "Introduction to Alchemy" carefully. This book was not at the same level as the "Introduction to Alchemy" he saw on the first day. This book tells a more subtle story.
Many strange herbs in the Second Heaven are also introduced, but the characters in the book are a bit small. Fortunately, he is a monk, so he can see them clearly.
Now that Xuanmu has advanced to the lower level of Nascent Soul, there are still four hurdles to take before ascending. As long as his cultivation level reaches the high level of Nascent Soul, he will no longer need these Yulan Qin and Qisha Xun.
.Instead, he directly used the killing sword. At that time, he didn't have to worry about anyone.
After putting away the "Introduction to Alchemy", he flew out of the cave and began to search for medicinal herbs in Qinjian Mountain. After reading this book, he was familiar with all the medicinal herbs in the Second Heaven.
He would miss some herbs because he didn't know them, so he decided to collect herbs to make elixirs by himself.
Three days passed again, and the third comparison list was announced. This time it was a competition to select the top ten. It was no longer the survival of the fittest like before, but one had to go through one competition after another to advance.
In fact, according to Xuanmu's idea, it is very simple. One by one, they go up to compete. Whoever loses will come down. The winner continues to accept the challenge.
Obviously, the senior management of Miaoyin Sect will not do this. Because every year's competition is just to let the disciples practice more battles. The so-called emphasis is on hard participation. What matters is the process of the competition. Through the competition process, the disciples can
We have more combat experience, not the result.
After reading the list of the competition, Xuanmu was shocked. The opponent turned out to be Yang Qing. The girl was from the alchemy room. It seemed that she was not using the sound attack spell. After thinking about it, he still ignored it. When the time came, the two of them
Let’s talk about it after the personal battle. Anyway, for Yang Qing, his idea is friendship first, competition second.
One day later, the competition began, and many disciples who were eliminated in the first round were also competing fiercely in the rematch. There were only eight disciples who advanced to the top ten for the first time. Xuanmu and Yang Qing were naturally included, and Shen Cong and Shen Cong were among the top ten.
Lan and Lan were promoted as expected.
Early in the morning, Xuanmu was waiting boredly outside the Doufa Square. He held the Yulan Qin in his left hand and played it slowly with his right hand. He showed an intoxicated look on his face.
At this time, Yang Qing also came to his side. There was a hint of wonder in her smile and she said to Xuanmu: "Today it's you and me fighting. Will I let you in later? Or will you let me in?"
I?"
"Whatever, I think it depends on your strength." Xuanmu replied calmly while playing with concentration.
"Okay, this is what you said. I also want to see the strength of your advancement to the lower level Nascent Soul." Yang Qing said, staring at Xuanmu who was concentrating on playing the Yulan Qin.
"Hmm..." Xuanmu replied lightly. It wasn't that he was disgusted with Yang Qing, but that he hadn't said so many words to anyone for half a year, especially if the other person was a female cultivator.
After the two of them waited boringly for a while, all the monks from the Miaoyin Sect gathered together. Shen Cong glanced at Xuanmu with a sneer, and said via voice transmission: "Boy, you are lucky this time. No matter whether you fight with me in the next round
You will still feel better if you fight with my sister."
"Thank you, senior brother, for your advice." Xuanmu did not transmit the message, but nodded to the other party and said.
"Okay, today the competition to advance to the semi-finals begins. As for the rematch, it will start after the semi-finals advance, and there will be a rematch tomorrow. The first round will be between Shen Cong and Fu Wu." The leader announced loudly.
As soon as the leader finished speaking, the two figures quickly flew into the fighting square. They hugged each other's fists and started.
As the sound of the flute and the flute intertwined, a golden light of more than ten feet and a faint blue light of more than ten feet quickly appeared between the two people.
The light exploded one after another, and Shen Cong's golden light broke through Fu Wu's blue wind spell. However, a blue hurricane quickly appeared and condensed between the two. Despite this, Shen Cong was the one who finally Victory, after all, the strength of the senior brother lies there. In the entire Miaoyin Sect, except for the Seventh Son of Miaoyin, there should be no monk who can defeat Shen Cong.
Then came the competition between Xuanmu and Yang Qing. Xuanmu smiled and said: "Senior sister, let's fight based on our strength. Don't give in to anyone. Let's fight vigorously."
"Okay, little wood. Let's have a fierce battle." Yang Qing didn't waste any words. He shook his right hand, and a phoenix-headed staff appeared in his hand. With a shake of his hand, a fire light spurted out, and then the fire light quickly appeared in his hand. The sky transformed into a firebird and rushed towards Xuanmu.
Xuanmu's face quickly became serious, and he swung the Yulan Qin in his hand in the air, and kept plucking the strings with both hands. As his fingers kept jumping on the seven strings, a green light immediately rushed out. , these countless petals suddenly collided with the flames, quickly covering the flames. However, he obviously could not compete with the fire spell cast by Yang Qing.
The next moment when the petals were engulfed in flames, Xuanmu had no choice but to use his blood spiritual power. Otherwise, the battle would be lost. He quickly drew out a trace of blood spiritual power from his killing sword and circulated it between his ten fingers. There was a faint blood glow on Xuanmu's hands.
The bloody light poured into the strings with his fingers. The strings, which were originally made of green bamboo, turned red at this time. A little blood-colored light was like blood hanging on the strings. As the strings trembled, blood began to flow. He grabbed two strings with each hand, suddenly released them, and then kept playing on the seven strings, and then saw a bloody light blasting rapidly. out.
The light was mixed with an extremely rich bloody aura, and it quickly blasted towards the flames. Xuanmu was not afraid of any attacks. The only thing he was afraid of with his wood spells was the fire spells. All of them, once encountered As a fire monk of the same level, he could only use blood spiritual power to fight back with spells.
This bloody ray of light quickly struck in front of the firebird, and the firebird struggled suddenly. This firebird was just transformed from flames, and was different from the firebird of the first level. Therefore, under this sudden blow, there was a violent of collapse.
At the same time that the fire bird collapsed, the bloody light was about to collapse. Xuanmu's body flew quickly. His speed was not slow. At this time, after approaching Yang Qing in mid-air, he wavered randomly with his right hand. A green light flew out, and then dozens of green lights flew out from the strings.