"I have practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years, and no one has ever been able to beat me so happily. Those with too high cultivation level will be defeated by me in two strikes, and those with too low cultivation level will be defeated by me in two strikes. They are similar in strength.
He doesn't want to fight with me, it's really hard to find someone who is willing to fight with me!" Huo Lang said coquettishly, holding a wine bottle in his hand.
Hong Jilong: "..." he thought to himself, you are just as good as Kuang Dao. Someone with a higher cultivation level than you can knock you down in just two hits. Fighting you is just like playing. Comparing cultivation levels
You are inferior, and you will be knocked down in just two strokes. Fighting you is just looking for abuse, and those who are similar in strength to you will be pestered by you. Who would want to fight you like this? However, crazy
There is still a difference between Dao and you, that is, Kuang Dao likes to challenge masters. Although he will be knocked down in three or two blows, he will climb up every time he falls. In the end, other masters are afraid of him. This is what you and Kuang Dao are like.
The biggest difference is the knife.
Of course, Hong Jilong was deeply moved by Huo Fulang's persistence in fighting. He defended like an iron bucket just now. If it had been anyone else, he would have given up fighting long ago.
Raising the bottle, Huo Yanlang said, "Here, I'll treat you to a drink." Then he pulled out the cork, raised his head, opened his mouth, and poured the wine into his mouth.
Quan Zhixian smiled and said, "Thank you!"
Pulling out the cork, a fragrant smell of wine hit his nostrils. With Hong Jilong's consciousness, he could naturally tell the difference in this wine. This was wine in the world of cultivation, brewed from the spirit fruits of jelly grass.
, ordinary people can reborn and prolong their lives by drinking it. However, for cultivators, this thing is just for fun.
After pouring a sip into his mouth, he immediately felt that his whole body was half on fire, and even his soul was trembling. Then there was a refreshing feeling, which made Hong Jilong couldn't help but drink: "Good wine!"
"Haha, this is the best wine in the world of cultivation. I have been in the world of cultivation for more than a hundred years and have relied on it to survive." Huo Fulang said.
Ling Yunzhou is very familiar with Fu Qin Niang. In the world of cultivation, there are four types of wine that are the most popular, and Fu Qin Niang is one of them. It is also a strong wine, but it is not as strong as those in the secular world.
, the fervor of Qin Niang is reflected in the soul. Strong wine in the secular world intoxicates people, but this Qin Niang intoxicates people's souls.
However, there is no perfect thing in this world. Although this Fu Qin Niao is good, it can be addictive. Although it is not as addictive as the white powder in the secular world, if something goes wrong on the way of cultivation, treat it as dependence.
, if you drink it for a long time, you will definitely become addicted, and then you will never be able to leave it for the rest of your life.
If there are any big changes in Huo Fulang's life, Ling Yunzhou can't think of anything else besides the incident with his master's sect more than a hundred years ago. After all, the two have not seen each other for more than a hundred years. More than a hundred years is enough.
There have been several world wars.
If a cultivator says that he needs to rely on Qin Niao for support, it means that his life is definitely not very good.
Hong Jilong did not speak, but drank the entire bottle of wine in one breath. He had not felt this burning feeling in his throat for a long time! After finishing the wine, he threw the bottle away and said, "Draw out your sword!
"
Huo Lang also drank up the wine, then threw the bottle aside and said, "You still saw it!"
"How can a person who wields a sword not have a sword? Even if you have reached the state where the sword and man are one, the sword is still your favorite. How can you not have a sword?" Hong Jilong said.
"Haha, I, Huo Fulang, have not wielded a sword for decades. Now that you have this request, I will naturally comply with your wish." Huo Fulang said arrogantly.
"Qiang..."
A three-foot long sword suddenly appeared in Huo Fulang's hand. No movement was seen in his hand, but the sword body was trembling and the sword kept chanting.
"Lingxiao Sword!" Ling Yunzhou suddenly stood up.
Yes, this is the Lingxiao Sword that has been with Huo Fulang for more than a hundred years. Although the name is very vulgar, it is Huo Fulang's favorite. Now, it has been refined into a magic weapon by Huo Fulang, and,
It has also become a rare medium-grade spiritual weapon in the world, and has crossed several levels in the world for more than a hundred years.
It's not that Huo Fulang doesn't want to draw the sword, but that the sword is his natal magic weapon. He will only draw the sword when his life is in danger. Otherwise, if there is any damage to the Lingxiao Sword, he will also suffer
Damage, and the middle-grade spiritual weapon is also a high-level magic weapon in the world of cultivation. I am afraid that many cultivators will snatch it regardless of their face. This is what Huo Fulang is most worried about.
"Mid-grade spiritual weapon!"
Many cultivators who could understand the level of magic weapons were as shocked as Ling Yunzhou. However, what shocked them was that the level of this sword was actually a middle-grade spiritual weapon. Some of them were already secretly swallowing their saliva.
Hong Jilong also saw the extraordinary nature of this sword. Whether a magic weapon is good or bad depends not on its appearance, but on the pressure it brings to people. Just like people, whether a cultivator is strong or not is not determined by its appearance.
Judging from the appearance, everyone has the same two eyes, a nose and a mouth, and the sword is the same.
If it weren't for coming to the dragon group for training, Hong Jilong would not know that there are levels of magic weapons in the world of cultivation, let alone how to distinguish them. The long sword in Huo Fulang's hand in front of him is a real middle-grade spiritual weapon.
, although it looks inconspicuous, its power is absolutely amazing.
Just now, he had already had a fierce fight with Hong Jilong just by relying on his sword energy. Now that he is using a real magic weapon, it seems that the pressure on Hong Jilong will not be less.
"Ouch..."
Suddenly, a loud noise came from Hong Jilong's body, making everyone feel dizzy. It was different from a tiger's roar, this was...
This is a sound that has never been heard before, but it makes everyone feel familiar.
This is a shocking sound that anyone can imitate, but no one can imitate the real coercion.
Why is this sound so similar to the roar of dragons in movies and TV shows, but there are some differences? Is this the real roar of dragons?
Everyone looked at Hong Jilong in great surprise, including Quan Zhixian and Huo Fulang, especially Huo Fulang. He could feel that the Lingxiao Sword in his hand was shaking more and more. It was not as high-spirited as before, but with a strong fighting spirit.
A little fear. Even a high-grade spiritual weapon cannot give such pressure to a mid-grade spiritual weapon.
The only one who knows the truth is Hong Jilong. If he hadn't been wearing training uniform today, I'm afraid the black dragon tattoo on his hand would have been exposed.
The roar of the dragon was caused by the Black Dragon Tattoo. It was a dissatisfaction with the pressure of the spiritual weapon. The culprit was the Lingxiao Sword. If it hadn't been exuding pressure since its appearance, the Black Dragon Tattoo would not have been stimulated and suddenly exploded.
Damn it, let me drag you...
The black dragon tattoo screamed in dissatisfaction, and then disappeared again, just like a sleeping dragon, after being awakened by an ant, it just spit out a breath of dragon's breath to turn it into ashes, and then continued to sleep.
Hong Jilong felt the black dragon tattoo looming on his body again. He was quite speechless. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this guy really has a bad temper. He just got angry after being provoked, and he almost slapped him.
However, this dragon roar is still of some use, at least the pressure brought by the middle-grade spiritual weapon has disappeared.
Compared to Hong Jilong, Huo Fulang was even more speechless. Looking at the Lingxiao Sword in his hand, he was already cursing Hong Jilong in his heart: Your sister, you told me to draw the sword, but now the dragon's roar frightened my sword to wither.
, this is a slap in the face! Can you stop being such a dick!
Huo Fulang obviously misunderstood Hong Jilong. This guy was acting innocent. He smiled apologetically at the other person and said, "I'm sorry, there was an accident. Okay, it's okay. Come on!"
Huo Fulang: "..."
Damn, you are fine, but I am! Even though I was thinking this, I still said, "Come here, who is afraid of whom?" Then he charged forward with his sword.
The sword thrust out flat and unremarkable, but the sword energy blocked all Hong Jilong's escape routes, preventing Hong Jilong from retreating and had to face the enemy empty-handed.
Fighting with bare hands and armed weapons is more often at a disadvantage. However, after nearly a hundred rounds with Huo Fulang, Hong Jilong seems to have grasped some tricks. Sword energy is an invisible thing that can be gathered or dispersed.
, can disperse and condense again at any time.
Different from the sword energy, Hong Jilong was finally able to actually feel its existence, just like a poisonous snake. No matter how he blocked it, it could attack him from every corner.
Seeing the Lingxiao Sword sticking tightly to Hong Jilong's body, each sword seemed to open a hole in his body. Several girls in the Dragon Group student class had begun to open their mouths nervously and almost screamed.
Made a sound.
pressure……
Hong Jilong felt that the pressure brought by Lingxiao Sword was getting bigger and bigger. In front of the middle-grade spiritual weapon, he dodged. It seemed that there was no other way left. He could only try his best to close the distance between the two, so that he could
Suppress the opponent's long sword.
However, Huo Fulang also knew his own weakness. If Hong Jilong approached him, the advantage of Lingxiao Sword would be gone. Therefore, he had been deliberately keeping the distance between the two of them, as long as Hong Jilong wanted to get closer.
If someone has an idea, he will wave his sword to force it away.
The two of them passed each other, and Huo Fulang struck back with a sword. Hong Jilong hurriedly dodged to avoid it. However, the sword energy still opened a gash on his arm, and it was on his left arm. Blood immediately flowed out and turned red.
Got training uniforms.
After fighting for so long, Huo Fulang finally injured Hong Jilong. Although such damage is nothing to a cultivator, it still frightens many people.
Hong Jilong stared blankly at the wound on his arm. Although it was not very deep, it was nearly ten centimeters long. He had not felt this kind of tingling sensation for a long time.