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The two people on the stage stared at each other for a moment, and the red-robed Taoist said, "Master, uncle, I'm offended." After saying that, he stabbed with a green-edged long sword. Fang Qinghan's heart tightened, and he was in a hurry, waiting for the long sword.
He had already handed it three inches before his eyes before he slid away crookedly.
Seeing that the attack missed, the Taoist in red changed his attack and used the "Autumn Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves" style to make a smooth stroke. His sword movement was swift and clean.
Fang Qinghan fell into a passive state for a moment and hurriedly ducked down. The long sword made a whistling sound and narrowly passed by. "Huh!" the Taoist shouted softly and then slashed hard from top to bottom with a "Strength Splitting Huashan Mountain" move.
Fang Qinghan's face panicked, and he hurriedly rolled his body several times before avoiding the sword's attack.
Everyone in the audience exclaimed, "How can Uncle Master be so helpless? It's obvious that his cultivation level is one level lower and yet he is forced to be in such a mess."
"It's hard to live up to its reputation. It's only three moves and it's so bad."
"Perhaps it's because he is not strong in martial arts. He started training earlier than Master Lang Fei's uncle, so why is he so disappointing?"
For a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the audience, and all the disciples were confused. Fang Qinghan stood up and listened to the voices in the audience, and his handsome face turned red with embarrassment.
The old Taoist frowned and looked at Yun Yuzi, feeling very puzzled. "Junior brother, how do you teach?"
Yun Yuzi's expression was suffocated, his face was dull, and he was also very confused in his heart. Why was his beloved disciple forced to this point without even using any means?
Only Tian Yuzi remained silent. After a while, he suddenly smiled softly and nodded.
The two of them looked at him with doubts on their faces, and Tian Yuzi smiled awkwardly. "Brothers, don't be impatient. We will see the difference after a few more observations." After hearing this, the two of them continued to look at the front desk.
At this moment, Fang Qinghan straightened his clothes, and with a faint sound of mosquitoes, he said: "I... I... have followed... the rules and asked you to do three moves... three moves. Now I... can...
We are about to take action, you...be careful."
Lang Fei raised his ears and vaguely heard this, and couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and couldn't help but said: "Rule? Why didn't Senior Brother Shootai tell me that there is such a rule?"
Zhu Ganglie rolled his eyes for a long time, slapped his thigh and burst out laughing. "Brother Fei, you're still weird. If you say this, it's all because of you."
Lang Fei was stunned and looked at Zhu Ganglie with a frown on his face. The idiot stopped laughing and raised his head and said, "Did you let the purple-clothed opponent use three moves in the previous competition? You don't want to be regarded as an elder or a junior by him.
It’s a rule of thumb.”
Xue Ya and Yun Han were also dumbfounded. The three of them stared at each other for a long time, feeling extremely unbelievable. In the end, Lang Fei, the culprit, could only scratch his head and murmured: "Three moves have been passed, let's see what the result is.
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At this time, the two people on the stage were confronting each other again. The red-clothed Taoist's confidence doubled, and he felt that the opponent in front of him could be bullied, so he thrust out the long sword again.
Fang Qinghan moved slightly, gently held up a talisman, and said weakly, "Cloud body!" After the voice fell, a soft cloud and mist suddenly appeared, like clouds covering the moon and clouds covering the light. He
The entire figure was looming, with no trace to be found.
The red-clothed Taoist was startled and quickly changed his stabbing style to a horizontal slash, hoping to break through the clouds and mist. However, he didn't expect that the sword would cut through the air, leaving only a few traces of cloud energy floating on the blade.
Then, a sword finger suddenly appeared in the clouds and headed straight for him. The red-clothed Taoist's heart tightened and he hurriedly turned his head to let him pass without having time to change his move.
Before he could catch his breath, a burst of blue light suddenly flashed through the clouds, and an air blade penetrated the clouds like lightning and shot straight to his chest.
The Taoist's eyes shrank, and he was extremely horrified. He tried to block the green-edged sword, but he was unable to catch up with him quickly. The air blade hit the hilt with a "pop" sound. The Taoist could not hold on, and the sword fell with a clang.
On the jade ground, a layer of blue ice covered the entire layer.
"Well, Uncle Master indeed still has two brushes, and he regained his disadvantage in the blink of an eye." The eyes of a Fumai disciple in the audience were full of admiration.
A fat man next to him laughed heartily. "Senior brother, you are destined to lose. Those three ice needle charms are mine."
A thin disciple on the side gritted his teeth and said unwillingly: "The elder referee hasn't spoken yet, so don't be complacent. There might be a change in the situation."
In the distance, Tian Yuzi squinted at the layer of icy blue on the jade sword, and turned to look at Yun Yuzi solemnly. "Brother, did you pass that Five Treasure Hairpin to your disciple?"
Yun Yuzi smiled slightly, and was extremely satisfied with the situation on the stage, and replied: "Indeed, I have passed it on to Qinghan."
Tian Yuzi smiled bitterly. "That hairpin has quasi-magic weapon level power. Although he cannot fully exert it, it is not something that ordinary disciples can resist."
Yun Yuzi raised his eyebrows and glanced at Master Xuanyu. "Senior brother seems to have never failed his apprentice. You should have some backup skills."
Xuan Yu, the old Taoist, didn't even blink. The old god watched the two of them bickering. Tian Yuzi smiled and didn't answer. He just said: "Hey, don't mention this matter, just watch the battle."
At this time, the red-clothed Taoist on the stage looked at the long sword on the ground with a panicked expression. His hand had accidentally been stained with a few traces of blue air just now, and now he felt as if he was stretching into a February glacier. He was feeling extremely cold and numb.
"You... still... admit defeat." Another weak moaning voice came from the clouds.
The Taoist in red shook his head solemnly. A sigh came out, and then two rays of blue light shot out suddenly. The blue air blade reflected the setting sun, dyeing the foot-wide clouds and mist in indigo.
The Taoist was busy working on his internal energy, condensing all his energy and spirit to carefully identify the blue light trajectory, twisting and turning his body, "whooshing" two air blades went away, one of which was about to hit him on the shoulder, but he suddenly got out of his wits and struck out harshly.
With a breath in his chest, he lowered his head slightly, and it slipped through the air in a matter of seconds.
The red-clothed Taoist unconsciously shed two lines of sweat on his temples, panting heavily, and was terrified. "You... are okay... if... you are hit... it will take a long time to recover, little one."
Hong...well, it's just that...you need to rest for more than half a year, you...it's better to admit defeat..."
The red-clothed Taoist looked at the vague figure in the mist, feeling frightened and unwilling at the same time. He rolled his eyes for a while, and suddenly a plan came to his mind. Since he was so kind-hearted, why not use this as a plan.
After making up his mind, the Taoist's face hardened and he solemnly said: "If this is what my uncle does after he takes over as a disciple, I will be convinced and willing to admit defeat."
The clouds and mist made it difficult to see the expressions of the people inside. After a while, a voice came out, "Hmm." Then the clouds and mist rolled in, and the area expanded a bit more. Lang Fei visually estimated that it was nearly half a foot in diameter.
When the Taoist in red saw his promise, he felt happy. He took out a lot of iron galls, iron caltrops, and plum-blossom dart-shaped hidden weapons from his Sumeru belt. He flicked his five fingers in succession, waved his hands, and shot straight into the clouds with streaks of black light and shadows.
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At this time, a loud shout came from the cloud, and a circle of white light flashed, and all the hidden weapons were knocked down by the crotch, and bounced all over the floor.
The Taoist in red had no expression on his face at this time, looking at this indifferently. When the voice stopped, he raised his hand and took out a few talismans from his belt, and chanted the sacrificial talisman in front of his eyes.
"Go" was shouted, and fireballs rushed out one after another. The first few streaked through the red tracks and flew straight into the clouds, while the following ones collided with each other with a "pop".
"You're not even accurate. You deserve to lose the fight." Zhu Ganglie curled his lips, with contempt written all over his face.
Lang Fei frowned and said nothing. Suddenly he saw something black on the ground. His eyes suddenly froze and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but secretly admire the red-clothed Taoist for his calculation.
"Bang bang bang" exploded several times, and several blue air blades hit the fireball. The water vapor immediately evaporated, and the coolness came, and the fireball and the air blade disappeared.
The last few fireballs collided and turned into little sparks and fell straight to the ground. For a moment, everyone on the stage and the audience were silent, quietly watching the battle.
"Teng" suddenly a burst of flames surged violently from the ground, and several more "Teng Teng Teng" appeared. Everyone in the audience was shocked and stunned, looking at the spectacle in front of them in confusion.
Zhu Ganglie scratched his head, turned around and asked, "Brother Fei, do you know why this is?"
Lang Fei sneered and said: "That Taoist is cheating. There are many fire pellets in the hidden weapon he just threw. Now the sparks are shooting out and igniting the things underground."
After hearing this, the three of them suddenly understood. Yun Han couldn't help but nodded and said: "This Taoist is also smart, and he has a certain knowledge of the essence of alchemy."
A worried look appeared on Xue Ya's face. "So the people in the mist are extremely dangerous."
Lang Fei neither nodded nor shook his head but sneered silently. The three of them didn't get the answer, so they had to concentrate and continue to look at the stage.
The Taoist in red didn't dare to take a breath. He tensed up his whole body and watched the fire ignited in front of him, scattering the entire cloud and mist belt. It became thinner and thinner. After a few breaths, a figure gradually emerged.
"Wow" came the exclamations one after another. At the feet of Fang Qinghan, who was showing his figure, everything within half a foot in front was covered with ice. His thin figure was trembling slightly, and his chest was panting sharply. Thinking of his desperate actions just now,
It cost him a lot of energy.
"So you should admit defeat?" Fang Qinghan calmed down and said.
The red-clothed Taoist's eyes shrank and he said slowly: "Uncle Master is indeed very skilled."
Fang Qinghan's face was filled with joy, and he put a handful of five-color hairpins into his arms. Everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, and shook their eyes to rest. For a while, some cheered loudly, and some nodded silently.
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Only Lang Fei stared coldly at the Taoist in red on the stage and sneered. Seeing him like this, the three people around him were secretly surprised and followed his gaze.
The Taoist was bending over, and when Fang Qinghan put the magical weapon into his arms, he suddenly swooped out like a red eagle.
"Ah" there was an exclamation from the audience, and Fang Qinghan was startled. When he raised his head, he saw a figure rushing towards him, and subconsciously he hurriedly retreated backwards.
Fortunately, the distance between the two of them was not close, and the exclamations from the audience reminded him in time. In a hurry, he had escaped from the attack range of the Taoist in red. His fear subsided a little, and he was about to raise his head to ask.
A ray of green light suddenly shot out from the sleeves of the Taoist in red, as fast as lightning, and brought up an afterimage and rushed straight towards him.
Fang Qinghan was horrified. At this time, the distance between the two of them was not far away. The green light came with bursts of hissing, and a snake face loomed. He was at a loss for a moment, his face was pale, and he let the green light bite straight on his face.
Come.
"Despicable." All the disciples of Zhenmai were furious. The red-clothed Taoist's scheming was really sinister.
"They all thought they were inferior and resorted to such deeds. Elder Shoutai didn't stop him at all." Suddenly, the sound of shouting and cursing could be heard.
Several Dan disciples who should be friends with the red-clothed Taoist defended with a choked face: "Junior brother just said that my uncle is very skilled, why did he admit defeat? This is called a war that never tires of deceit."
Xue Ya, Yun Han, and Zhu Gang also looked at the Taoist in red with cold faces. Lang Fei still had a sneer on his lips and looked at the battle stage quietly.
A few veteran Taoists in the distance looked at the competition on the stage blankly, with calm expressions of innocent hearts and minds.