The sun was setting in the west, and the competition on the stage had already reached the 100th jade token. Lang Feidian held the jade token in his hand without feeling any nervousness in his heart.
Now, the other three of them have all returned victorious, but I have not yet competed. I think it will be extremely easy to win the game when it comes.
Zhu Ganglie yawned and watched the competition dully. "I have been watching this competition for a whole day, and my mood has long been exhausted. It is extremely boring. If it weren't for Brother Fei, you haven't finished the competition yet, I would have gone back long ago.
Go to sleep."
Xue Ya and Yun Han looked at the gradually thinning crowd around them and couldn't help but nodded.
Lang Fei chuckled and said: "Don't worry, there are only two rounds left, and this round will be over soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two people in the third stand had also decided the winner. The referee looked blankly at the people below, announced the winning disciple, and then led the disciples in the next round to compete on the stage.
In less than a stick of incense, another round of kung fu competition was completed on the stage, but the elder referee still acted.
Lang Fei straightened his clothes and was about to go onto the fighting stage.
"Brother Fei, be careful, don't be careless and lose the game." Yun Han was cautious, fearing that Lang Fei would capsize, so he couldn't help but remind him.
Zhu Ganglie curled his lips and said, "How could he, a wicked person like him, have ever suffered the slightest loss?" This idiot was not worried at all, he was just giggling there.
Xue Ya rolled her eyes at him, walked to Lang Fei, helped him straighten his clothes, and said softly: "Young master, be careful, no matter what, just don't get hurt."
Lang Fei felt warm in his heart, smiled, and stared at Xue Ya for a moment, only to see that the pretty girl's face turned red before he said, "I understand, Xue Ya, don't worry." After saying that, he turned to Zhu Gang and said:
Yun Han nodded, then separated from the crowd and walked towards the stage.
"Junior brother, please be merciful." As soon as Lang Fei walked to the edge of the stage, the elder guarding the stage said with a smile.
"Senior brother, don't worry, my men have their own sense of proportion and will never go too far." After saying that, he turned around and took a few steps up the steps, entered the designated fighting platform and stood still.
On the fourth stage, Lang Fei's opponent was a purple-robed Taoist with a cultivation level in the bone refining realm. He held a formation plate in his hand, and there were probably more than ten types of jade and utensils on it.
When the purple-robed Taoist saw Lang Fei coming up, he smiled bitterly and said: "My life is miserable, how could I meet my uncle? If not, I will give up on my own initiative."
A sudden thought occurred in Lang Fei's heart, and he couldn't help being stunned. After a while, he came to his senses and said: "It must not be like this. Firstly, it is inconsistent with the rules. Secondly, you and I have been waiting there for a long time. How can you be so rash? Don't do any meditation. Just
Think of me as a disciple of the same generation competing with each other."
"Senior Brother Ying, since my uncle and uncle have said so, you just need to show your true skills. Even if you lose, no one will say anything to you. Just treat it as a trial." A young man in the audience also dressed in purple.
The Taoist said.
"Disciple, don't do this. He is just doing his best. He doesn't need to think about it, but he must have no regrets at all." An older Taoist priest in purple looked at the disciple in purple on the stage with a loving face.
After hearing this, the Ziyi disciple who was named Ying nodded calmly and looked at Lang Fei solemnly. "In this case, please be merciful, Master, Uncle, and don't let this disciple lose too embarrassingly."
Lang Fei nodded lightly and said calmly: "There is no need to worry about this. Since you attack first, I will allow you three moves as an elder."
The purple-clothed disciple couldn't help but feel happy and cupped his hands. "Now that I have thanked my uncle, I can take action."
After saying that, a talisman was first drawn out, and several rows of ice needles shot out against the sunset at a very fast speed. A series of "swish" sounds were heard as they rubbed against the air, and several cold rays of light shone at the door facing Lang Fei.
Lang Fei was determined in his heart and stood calmly. When the ice needle reached three inches in front of him, he gently touched his foot and stepped on the seven stars, drifting carelessly like a ghost.
Those ice needles passed through the afterimages left by Lang Fei, clanging on the ground.
The purple-clothed disciple was shocked, looked at where Lang Fei was standing, and said solemnly: "The seven-star steps used to form an altar?"
Lang Fei smiled slightly and looked at him with a calm expression. "Not bad."
At this time, Yun Yuzi, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the distance, opened his eyes and looked at Master Xuanyu. "This boy has a good understanding. Although the steps he performed when forming the altar were simple and slow, they were all in line with the true meaning of the Tao. Now he is actually
He uses it as a light-weight technique."
Old Taoist Xuan Yu also opened his eyes, smiled knowingly, and said: "As the saying goes, the chef needs a sword to untie the cow. Only by turning decay into magic is the ultimate principle."
Tian Yuzi nodded and agreed: "Not only does this kid have a lot of clever ideas, he is also clever in his thinking. Judging from this alone, he will definitely surpass you and me in the future."
The color on Old Taoist Xuanyu's face became darker and darker. He stretched out his hand to stroke his long beard. With a satisfied look on his face, he glanced at the two people beside him with his eyes.
Tian Yuzi and Yun Yuzi shook their heads, feeling helpless and had no choice but to turn their heads to look at the fighting platform and ignore him.
At this time, the purple-clothed disciple saw that the ice needle was useless, and after thinking for a moment, he took out several wind talismans from his bag, and used them all at once, sealing Lang Fei from top to bottom, left, and right.
Those wind blades flashed with white light and sounded, cutting air marks in the surrounding air. They slashed horizontally, slashed vertically, or stabbed diagonally, all heading towards where Lang Fei was standing.
Lang Fei's eyes shrank, he mobilized his true energy, twisted his waist and retracted his abdomen like a slippery snake, and swam between the wind blades to dodge. Every time the wind blades struck, he was evaded by his superb dodge.
Pass.
The disciples in the audience held their breath and watched Lang Feixuan twist and dodge. Every time those wind blades missed by the slightest, they caused a burst of exclamations.
Xue Ya and Yun Han looked at the stage, not daring to express their anger, and worried in their hearts. Zhu Ganglie also put away his undisciplined mind and frowned at the situation on the stage.
"Pah, pah, pah..." There was a series of sounds, but those wind blades hit the barriers around the battle platform, causing the protective curtain to tremble.
The purple-clothed disciple saw that all the wind blades were being dodged by Lang Fei. Seeing the clothes slowly fluttering, Lang Fei, who had an expression of indifference and no joy, was horrified.
After gritting his teeth for a long time, he took out another magic shield, recited a mantra and made seals, and after using various methods, he threw it into the air and hit Lang Fei.
Lang Fei raised his eyebrows and looked at the Taoist priest in purple as he lifted up the mask and covered himself with his hood. A light yellow light curtain emerged from the edge of the mask, forming a semicircle and holding him underneath.
"Sir, what's wrong? Just let it cover you." Xue Ya couldn't help but look anxiously at the two people beside her.
Yun Han frowned deeper and deeper, sighed, and shook his head in confusion.
Zhu Ganglie chuckled and said, "It's not because he thinks so highly of himself that he insists on pretending to be a senior and letting others do three tricks, which makes him so passive."
The rest of the people in the audience were also confused. Their faces were full of doubts, and they all stared blankly at Lang Fei to see how he would turn over.
At this time, the purple-robed Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and without stopping, he picked up three formation flags from the formation plate and struck them at three places beside Lang Fei, forming a triangular area.
Then he pinched out three more talismans and slapped them on the three-pole flag. Strangely enough, as soon as the talisman came close to the flag, it was directly attached to it. A burst of yellow light flashed by, and then it became silent again.
Seeing that Lang Fei was still at ease in the mask and the old god was watching his actions, the purple-clothed Taoist couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. He sacrificed the array in the air, made a seal, and said "he".
I saw three strands of blue light suddenly ejected from the flagpole, converging on the array disk, and the array disk rotated, filling the three sides of the light with green light, and light and shadow flashed across it in an instant.
At this time, from a distance, Lang Fei seemed to be wrapped in two layers of eggs, one circle of light yellow and one circle of greenish blue. The boy was looking at the two layers of light mask outside him with a smile on his face.
"Look at my uncle, in such a situation, he can still laugh. He knows that when fighting against those formation disciples, never give them a chance to set up formations. How could he be so confused?" The disciples in the audience saw this.
Sometimes some worried people couldn't help mumbling.
"Is it possible that my uncle has some good solution to the problem? That's why I feel so at ease."
"The realm of rebirth doesn't have many mysterious applications of mana. If you're trapped in the formation, what's the best way to solve it?"
"It's so scary, that's the Sancai Qingguang Formation, how can my uncle be so supportive?" A female disciple of the Formation Pulse felt anxious and couldn't help but sigh. The surrounding Formation Pulse disciples all looked at her with strange eyes, and they were immediately ashamed.
His face was all red.
The Sancai Blue Light Formation is a practical formation that can be used by low-level disciples of the Formation. When the formation is completed, three sides of green light will trap people in it. People without true energy will not be able to destroy the blue light barrier at all.
, is a low-level formation with a very good reputation among all branches. Although it is low-level, once it is set up, it will inevitably fail if it does not reach the foundation building realm.
"My nephew is indeed overconfident. The three talents can't enter the blue light formation, and the people who set up the formation can come and go freely. Isn't this extremely passive?" Yun Yuzi frowned and said lightly.
The old Taoist squinted his eyes and whispered as if he hadn't heard anything. "Who knows."
Tian Yuzi's ears twitched slightly, and he took in everything the old Taoist said without saying a word. He turned around with a strange look on his face and continued to watch the two people fighting on the stage.
"Uncle Master, three moves have been passed, do you still want to take action?" The purple-clothed disciple's face was very relaxed, and he thought to himself, now that the formation is complete, if Uncle Master cannot break the formation, he will admit defeat on his own, which is a good thing.
, and gained face without being rude.
Lang Fei smiled slightly, nodded, and pushed his hand against the yellowish barrier outside him. Waves of yellow light appeared, dissolving all his strength. He couldn't help but nodded in his heart, secretly thinking that if a person in the ordinary reborn state were to defend himself like this,
It is really difficult to crack it without strong attack methods.
The disciple looked at Lang Fei's actions with a relaxed face, and saw that he had pulled out a long needle-shaped sword from his pocket. It was round and without an edge, with only a round tip. The whole body was pitch black and deep, glowing with a faint black light.
A cloud of white mist came out of the tip of the sword, and it felt like falling into an ice cellar from such a distance. I couldn't help but shiver all over my body, secretly thinking that something was wrong.
At this moment, Yun Yuzi's eyes flashed, and he looked solemnly at the Ice Whale Steel Blade in Lang Fei's hand. "It's so heavy ice energy. Just looking at the material alone, it's comparable to ordinary magic weapons. Where did my nephew come from such a sharp weapon?"
Old Taoist Xuan Yu looked proud as he smoothed his long beard several times.
Seeing him like this, Yun Yuzi couldn't help but sneered. "Just don't say it, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?"
The old Taoist accidentally overheard this and stared at me. "Junior brother, what are you talking about? Maybe it's because I've been idle for so long and my muscles are itchy, so the two of us went on stage to have a hand and stretch our bodies."
After Tian Yuzi heard this, his eyes immediately shone and he looked at the two of them. "Two senior brothers, how about I be a witness?"
Yun Yuzi's expression was stunned, and he hurriedly raised his hands. "Junior brother, your temper of fearing chaos in the world has gone out again. How can you be so shameless in front of those juniors?"
Xuan Yu said: "Then find an uninhabited place?"
Yun Yuzi's face became even more anxious. "Senior brother, what are you talking about? It's been a long time since we last met. We three brothers can't even talk about each other's feelings. What are we talking about?"
Tian Yuzi chuckled and said, "Senior brother, you are afraid that you will lose face if you lose."
Yun Yuzi rolled her eyes at him, pretending not to know. Tian Yuzi smiled and shook his head helplessly.
Upon seeing this, Old Taoist Xuan Yu said: "Okay, let's go to the stands."
The two of them looked forward attentively. At this time, Lang Fei danced the Ice Whale Steel Blade. For a moment, ice air filled the air, white mist rose, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot. He couldn't help but feel proud, nodded, and stabbed it in front of him.