However, Qingyun still feels that Pan Yueren is by no means a self-satisfied person. Now he is holding the legendary magic sword for eternity. He will definitely find a way to return to the Jade Kongmen in the future. Maybe there will be a chance.
And according to Sun Jiazhen, the leader of the inspection disciples in Jiangyundong, the Pan family has been silent for a long time in recent years. Unless he came to visit, Pan Yueren almost never showed up, so it was rumored that the head of the Pan family had broken through to the seventh level of the soul. sign.
And when I saw it today, as expected, not only did this big boss seem to be more powerful, but even the immortal punishment seemed to be completely suppressed by him. I'm afraid it won't be long before the Pan family's momentum will reach an unprecedented level in the entire Zhijing Cave. the height of.
"In this way, breaking the seal on Mengxun's eyes may have to be delayed again, and I still need to use the power of Yukongmen to re-refine the Mingyu Ice Pieces for the eldest sister, as well as the grass ring on Jiang Liu'er's hand..."
The setaria ring that I knitted by myself came from the Spiritual Mirror Festival when I returned to my hometown in a dream, and it coincided with the "non-worldly things" described by the mortal guest.
Her father, the Master of the Juexian Sect, even mentioned that this object was the key to unlocking Xiao Luoyi's past memories, so Qingyun had to be cautious.
Today is the fourth day of the Climbing Heaven Club. I thought that the registration period for the school exams was over, but unexpectedly, many competitions have not officially started yet.
For example, the previous assessment of the Formation Techniques covered a wide range of areas, with both theory and practice being the focus, so it took an extremely long time from registration to the completion of the assessment, and the same was true for Alchemy.
As for the realm of cultivation, including the selection of various spells, the selection will be much later in the evening, and registration will continue to be open. After all, the competition of strength may be long or short, and the masters' moves often end in a blink of an eye.
"Fourth brother is there!"
Yao Mengxun, who has a keen eye, was the first to discover where Yao Pofeng was.
Following the direction of her finger, Qingyun and Long Fushi finally found the second young master!
Yao Pofeng, who abandoned his flashy attire, was a little less arrogant but a little more calm. At this time, he was on a high platform covered with plum blossom piles, meeting a young man who was dozens of feet away from the opposite side. The monks stood far away from each other.
But the next moment, the young master felt as if he was hit by thunder and his Tianling Gai was hit, and then three black lines happily slid down from his forehead like loaches.
"Whole... Chao?"
"Qingyun..."
Long Fushi smiled and pushed her elbow on the young man's waist, because she soon discovered the reason why Qingyun was stunned.
I saw that the person sitting in the stands outside Meizhuang Stadium was none other than a guest from Hongchen wearing a curtain hat and holding Wang Xuandan in his arms!
At this time, Wang Xuandan had grown into a fat boy of four or five years old. He was chatting non-stop with Hongchen Guest through the curtain, while the old aunt pointed at the two people in the field from time to time, as if explaining the battle process to him.
Wang Xuandan sat on her lap like a porcelain doll, just like a loving mother and son.
"Damn, is this a swordsmanship test?"
The young master had only been staring at the other party for a few breaths. Similar to Pan Yue, Hongchen Ke, whose spirit was also extremely sharp, also instantly noticed Qingyun's arrival.
Then she actually grabbed Wang Xuan Dan's chubby little hand and waved it at Qingyun in public. This move immediately attracted the sharp sword-like gazes of a group of giants in the stands, which made the young man's scalp numb and his face look numb. Awkward.
But think about it, my father is one of the strongest men in Kyushu, the master of the Immortal Sect who is obsessed with swords, and he is also a peerless swordsman with an invincible environment. It is normal for the Hongchen guest with the wind-controlling cultivation to be invited to be an examiner.
But Qingyun's curiosity quickly moved to other places.
"Xiaoyun'er, what are you looking at?"
"That person..."
Yes, it was the young man who was confronting Yao Pofeng who quickly caught his attention.
This person looks to be around 20 years old, with long shawl hair tied up casually. He is said to be a young man, but his face that looks free and carefree is also two parts beautiful and one part graceful.
The clear and bright pupils, fair and flawless skin, that is, the thin lips are not as gorgeous as Alian's, they are slightly dry and thick, and the overall appearance is more like a woman.
However, he has a slender figure, broad shoulders but thin arms. Under the light golden monk's robe, his chest is almost like "walking on the ground" like a poem written by a dragon, so people are sure that he has a male body.
What's interesting is that this man had obviously fought with Yao Pofeng before, but now he has never held a sword in his hands, which is really strange.
"Even if an ordinary sword cultivator doesn't pay attention to body training, his arms will not be so weak. Could it be that he doesn't use a sword?"
Long Fu Shi was also a little puzzled.
Hearing this, Yao Mengxun asked softly:
"What's wrong, Xiao Yun'er? Is there something wrong with the guy who's fighting against Fourth Brother?"
"strangeness…"
Qingyun murmured, and with his eyebrows furrowed, he even forgot to explain, but Long Fushi described it for her who could not see her.
However, what Qingyun found strange was not that he didn't use a sword, but that he could conclude that he had never seen this person before, but for some reason, the other person gave him an extremely familiar feeling.
He doesn't have a photographic memory like Long Fu's poems, but if he has such a sense of familiarity, he will definitely not forget it.
The aura emanating from that man was also very mixed and strange. At first glance, he almost thought it was a transformed beast with ancient spiritual energy. However, upon closer inspection, it was completely different. He did not notice any trace of true spiritual power. fluctuation.
"what happened?"
Just when he was confused, Yao Pofeng struck first!
I saw the spirit sword Fengmian imagining a rain of flowers all over the sky, and in a dazzling blur, the leaping figure of the second young master disappeared, and the trampled plum blossom pile made a low creaking sound.
Looking at the young monk, the rain of flowers was so overwhelming that his empty long sleeves were fluttering in the wind. His thin arms like new branches picked up a few petals in the wind, put them under his nose and smelled them, and then threw them out with electricity, turning them into flowers. Make a series of sword rays, aiming directly at several plum blossom piles not far away!
At this time, only the monks who were watching were heard talking in a low voice:
"I don't know who the devil came up with this idea. Once the monks who compete with swords enter the inner field, their feet are not allowed to stay on the wooden pile for more than three breaths, nor can they float in the air for more than one breath. Otherwise, the sharp blade under the plum blossom pile will be directly Ejecting upwards is extremely dangerous!"
"Yes, yes, aren't you treating people like monkeys? They are jumping up and down, and a sword fight is a sword fight. Why are you playing tricks on people like this?"
The monks below were talking a lot, but the two people fighting on the stage turned a deaf ear.
Qingyun raised his eyes and looked at the school grounds, and sure enough he discovered the illusory and invisible forbidden lines above. It seemed that with the slightest touch, the bright sharp blades under the plum blossom piles would shoot out.
"It seems that this competition tests the swordsman's reaction and body skills."
Long Fushi nodded and said, his light voice changing softly, as if he was also interested in this ascension meeting.
"Well, I thought these trials were just competitions between students, but I didn't expect them to be difficult."
Sooner or later, the young monk picked leaves and flying flowers. His movements were very graceful, and the flowers condensed by Fengmian Sword turned into sword light. He seemed to have easily predicted Yao Pofeng's flickering trajectory, and directly hit the plum blossom where he landed. pile.
But the strange thing is that just when everyone held their breath, thinking that the fallen second young master was about to be pierced by a sharp knife, unexpectedly, the sparse rain of flowers suddenly burst into strong winds, filling the entire school grounds instantly.
The next moment, the second young master actually appeared out of thin air above the young monk's head. The slender Fengmian sword stabbed straight down and was about to penetrate his brain!
It turns out that Yao Pofeng did not step directly onto the plum blossom pile just now. Instead, he hid his figure and lightly bombarded it with his spiritual power, creating the illusion of movement, while his true body escaped above it through the rain of flowers.
"cunning!"
The young monk's voice was also very neutral, indistinguishable from male to female. He smiled calmly but still did not reveal his sword.
However, in the face of Yao Pofeng's pressing sword, this man was not too strong. His wide sleeves were raised again, and his surroundings were suddenly filled with abundant spiritual power.
The spiritual power quickly transformed into a tornado, twisting the Fengmian sword into a twist, and the second young master's arm was also torn to pieces.
"What a powerful wind spirit!"
Yao Mengxun praised.
"Yes, I have only felt such rich attribute spiritual power in the bodies of those strange beasts back then."
Qingyun also agreed. If he remembered correctly, the old horse on Weiyun Peak was also an expert in earthly spiritual power.
"Today's Taoism emphasizes drawing on the strengths of others. Specializing in the five elements of spiritual power may be very powerful, but the road ahead is getting narrower and narrower. At present, it seems that only some remnants of the small world still retain the habit of cultivating the five elements of spiritual power alone."
Along with the comments on Long Fu's poems, Yao Pofeng seemed to have encountered great resistance.
This tornado seemed to be formed only by a whirlwind, but inside it, he seemed to have been cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, so that the wounds quickly crawled along his arms and onto his face.
"Brother Feng isn't coming down yet? Aren't you afraid of violating the restrictions? Huh? Could it be?!"
The young master was still secretly shocked when he saw a smug smile on the corner of Yao Ershao's lips, which caught the young monk's eyes and made him frown slightly, and his face immediately changed.
"It's too late! The moon is setting and the crow is crying!"
Yao Pofeng suddenly shouted!
Spirit Sword Fengmian bloomed with clear light like moonlight, illuminating the tornado formed by the young monk's rotating arms into a huge pillar of light. The cool water-like brilliance refracted and scattered, turning the petals in the sky into colorful colors. Crows.
Immediately afterwards, the overwhelming crows penetrated into the shining tornado like a gust of wind, and then wrapped around the man's arms and pulled outwards, trapping him on his own plum blossom pile.
But because Yao Pofeng had been hanging in the air and had already violated the prohibition on floating in the air for a long time above the school grounds, the sharp blades at the bottom of the pile woke up from their imminence and shot straight up one after another, about to kill the young monk. The thin arms were split into two!
However, despite the initial surprise on the young monk's face, there was still no trace of panic in his aura. He even glanced appreciatively at Yao Pofeng who was restraining him, and then said:
"Lonely Moon, Jackdaw perching on a branch, okay! Then you should also come and experience my 'Polar Night'!"
Ding Ding~: Guess who this young man will be? There was a little foreshadowing before~
