Since flights were banned in the main city, the two of them stood out. The wind behind them roared towards the ground, ruffling the hair of the spectators.
——"Who are those two people? How dare you fly in the air on Yanyun Continent? How crazy!"
——"You know nothing, people are crazy and have crazy capital!"
After the latter finished speaking, he shouted excitedly: "Those two people from Fuxi Mountain are back!"
——"Are they Zhao Yisu and Jiang Yunchen?!"
——"Come back before the end of the fifth-grade wheel battle, now there is something to see!"
——"Quick! Go and place your bet! I want to change the bet to Jiang Yunchen!"
——"Don't worry, wait a moment, maybe the two of them have just returned from a difficult time outside and are both injured?"
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Everyone was talking about it, and amidst the roar of people, Zhao Yisu hurriedly landed on the edge of the ring: "Is this a fifth-grade wheel battle? We're not too late, right?!"
The sixth-grade overhaul responsible for maintaining the order of this arena match is also an old acquaintance, Master Kuangsha.
When he saw it was Zhao Yisu, he secretly thought that now the workload of guarding the ring would be doubled again, and she would never have an easy time in the ring!
But the slightly curved eyes still betrayed his admiration for this female cultivator: "It's not too late."
He raised his hand and threw away the two number plates. The wooden signs were flipped back and forth in the air several times. Zhao Yisu and Jiang Yunchen each caught one casually, and then discovered that there were serial numbers on the signs, which represented the order in which the wheel battle would begin.
Jiang Yunchen was in front of Zhao Yisu. After confirming the order, he flew directly onto the ring.
Zhao Yisu secretly thought that he was unlucky. His luck in the lottery was so bad that he was ranked behind Jiang Yunchen.
It's not that she belittles herself. On the premise of not using the spiritual power storehouse and relying solely on skills, there is no comparison between her and Jiang Yunchen.
To take a step back, even if she could rely on the spiritual power warehouse, could she still use the spiritual power warehouse to blast Jiang Yunchen?
Zhao Yisu's level of control over the spiritual power warehouse was really not high. Every time the spiritual power warehouse just had some storage, she would make a fuss about it.
She had absorbed 50% of it in Xihai before, didn't she want to make good use of it? It’s a lack of ability!
With so much spiritual power, in the end, I only killed two sixth-grade peak people and cut off an eighth-grade arm. The blood loss was too much!
She cannot control the amount of spiritual power output from the spiritual power storehouse each time, so she cannot achieve the most efficient use of spiritual power. This problem still has no solution. It wasn't that she was lazy and didn't practice, but that since she participated in the Tianxing Competition, she never had any idle time. She was chased all the way by the demon cultivators, which meant that she could take a breather after the West Demon Island was taken away.
Now that Jiang Yunchen still has her soul in her body, Zhao Yisu cannot control the situation with his ultimate move. If Jiang Yunchen is beaten to a pulp, wouldn't she be the unlucky one?
Just very helpless.
She originally wanted to get a good order in the round battle, so she went on stage first and wiped out all the opponents in the round battle, and then waited for Jiang Yunchen to come on stage and perform two random acts of defeat. In this way, she was the one who wiped out the opponents in front, and Jiang Yunchen was the final winner. Officials, both of them have a lot of face.
So from the time Jiang Yunchen put away Cang Ji outside Yanyunzhou City, she flew ahead all the way. Unexpectedly, she was defeated by the two wooden signs casually thrown by Master Kuangsha.
Heartache!
Someone behind her tugged on her sleeve, it was Qianxing.
Before he had time to say hello, Zhao Yisu got straight to the point: "Just in time, tell me what the current situation of the wheel battle is."
Qianxing suppressed what he was saying and quickly told her about the wheel battle in a low voice.
Zhao Yisu sighed when he heard that Gu Qianning had cleared the team in front and was defeated by the male cultivator now in the ring.
Well, even if she gets the front row, she can't be the one who cleans up the team in the wheel battle, let alone the one who wins at the end.
She knew how powerful Gu Qianning was. Gu Qianning had fought with Jiang Yunchen before because of a misunderstanding on the shuttle boat. Although it was only a few short moves, she could face Jiang Yunchen head-on without showing any signs of defeat. , Gu Qianning is still the first.
Zhao Yisu didn't want to use the spiritual power storehouse to deal with Jiang Yunchen, and certainly didn't want to use it to deal with Sister Gu. Now that he knew this was the situation, he could only sigh.
She cast her eyes on the male cultivator in the green cloak on the ring. Through the barrier of the ring, she couldn't see anything special, and there was no trace of the demon cultivator.
The hammer had already hit his ears. The two people on the ring should have fisted each other in greeting, but Zhang San didn't move, so Jiang Yunchen didn't do it.
He took the time to glance at the gaming table next to the ring - Zhang San?
Ah.
It was through this mistake that Zhang San detected his powerful spiritual consciousness and landed on Jiang Yunchen arrogantly.
Depending on the monk's cultivation level, spiritual consciousness can also be divided into low, middle and high levels. Although the fifth-grade Dzogchen monks are only one step away from the high-level, they are not considered high-level after all. All conditions are stuck on the ceiling of the middle-level.
The spiritual consciousness of mid-level monks can reach as far as a thousand miles, and beyond a thousand miles is the high-level category. To measure the power of divine consciousness, in addition to the distance, there is also the deterrent power contained in divine consciousness, which is what monks often call coercion.
Although the description is illusory, those who have truly suffered from the pressure of spiritual consciousness will understand that the pressure may seem invisible, but in fact it is powerful. The powerful pressure will make the monks feel like they are oppressed by a wall, trapped by a net, or trapped by a net. Tightly bound by a rope, it is an oppressive feeling that cannot be escaped, cannot be avoided, and it is difficult to fight back with magic.
This is also the key to why Gu Qianning seems to lose easily.
Jiang Yunchen felt the strength of the spiritual consciousness falling from his body and narrowed his eyes slightly - the spiritual consciousness of a high cultivator?
He was not unsurprised. During his long journey of cultivating immortality, there was only one opponent who could compete with his spiritual consciousness, assuming they were of the same level.
Now there's one more.
This person is very strong.
Although he is a mid-level monk, his spiritual consciousness has broken through the ceiling of the mid-level. It is easy for such a person to win among fellow monks.
When Zhang San thought that he would be able to see the surprise and frustration in his opponent's eyes if he placed his spiritual consciousness on his opponent, Jiang Yunchen was destined to disappoint him.
He just stood calmly, without any embarrassment of being oppressed by his spiritual consciousness, and seemed calm and composed.
Zhang San was stunned for a moment, just like two people wrestling with each other. He was full of confidence and used a lot of force, but the opponent calmly withdrew his moves, making all his hard preparations hit the cotton and in vain.
It was this moment of confusion that was captured by Jiang Yunchen, and he suddenly pulled out his consciousness.
Under his control, the consciousness was compressed into a thin thread, and the power extracted directly penetrated Zhang San's consciousness defense and reached the tip of his nose. As Zhang San dodges slightly, this thread of divine consciousness rubs across his cheek, creating a tiny bloodstain, and flipping over Zhang San's broad hat.
The brim of the hat fell, and Zhang San's face was exposed to everyone's sight.
