Confucian camp, in front of the tent.
Sanzang and Bai Wangyu sacrificed their own cultivation and foundation to forcefully teach Li Ziye the skills. The fusion of three kinds of Qi with completely different attributes, and the terrifying backlash, instantly severely injured the three of them.
"Well!"
The corners of Sanzang's and Bai Wangyu's mouths turned red at the same time. They bore most of the backlash and were the most seriously injured.
In comparison, Li Ziye suffered the least backlash, and his injuries were much lighter than the two of them.
"Brother Li."
After Sanzang stabilized his body, he vomited blood and said distressedly, "Young monk, I have given you the Buddhist essence that you have cultivated for so many days. You should try your best to gain some energy."
On the opposite side, Bai Wangyu barely suppressed the blood surging in his body and said, "Brother Li, if you can't win again, it will really be unjustifiable."
In front of the tent, Li Ziye raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt the surging Qi in his body and was stunned.
Is he eating soft food again?
Bah, why did he use it?
After a moment, Li Ziye came back to his senses, looked at the two of them, and asked subconsciously, "Are you two okay?"
"Of course there is something."
Bai Wangyu said angrily, "I'm going to teach you the skills. It's hard to say whether Buddha and I can maintain our current state. Do you think it's okay?"
"Amitabha."
Sanzang also recited the Buddha's name and complained, "It's just a small thing to fall into this state. It's okay to cultivate back again. I'm afraid my foundation will be damaged. If this happens, I will probably be removed from the ranks of the four great geniuses in the world. The young monk was originally ranked in this ranking." It’s not easy, Brother Li, I asked you to drag me down for a while.”
"It's all a false name."
Hearing this, Li Ziye grinned and said, "Look away, it's not important."
After saying that, Li Ziye looked at his hands and said with a silly smile, "It feels so good to eat soft food. It's much faster than practicing by myself."
When Bai Wangyu and Sanzang saw this, they couldn't help but roll their eyes, knowing that this guy would not feel any guilt.
"Brother Li, try it and see how it works."
When it came to business, Sanzang looked serious and said, "Aren't you most familiar with the two moves of Mingjing Yifeitai and Haoran Gangqi? Give it a try and see if the defense becomes stronger after fusing the three kinds of zhenqi."
At this point, Sanzang looked around and reminded, "When using the third degree of Bodhi, cover it up a little to prevent Buddhist people from knowing about it."
"Okay! I'll try."
Li Ziye responded, no longer verbose, turned his hands over, and the true energy in his body surged out.
The awe-inspiring Gangqi and the bright mirror are not the same. The two strongest defensive moves of Confucianism and Buddhism appear together. The golden light is awe-inspiring, and the righteousness is flying. Three strands of true energy with different attributes blend together to form an incomparable powerful force that protects the whole body.
"Let me help test the effect."
Mu Bai took the initiative to step out and said.
"Your Highness, Fourth Prince."
The lessons he learned when he was in Li Yuan were still fresh in his mind, so Bai Wangyu quickly reminded him, "Controll some of your cultivation."
Mu Bai frowned, nodded, looked at the young man in front of him, and said, "Teacher Li, are you ready?"
"Ready, come on!"
Because Little Red Riding Hood and the little monk taught him the skills, Li Ziye's confidence greatly increased. He held his head high and his tone was so confident.
He thinks he can do it!
Ten steps away, Mu Bai inserted the unsheathed ancient sword on the ground, stepped forward, calmed down, and his sword intent surged.
"One sword, Feihong."
With a clanging sound, the ancient sword was unsheathed, and a figure in white passed by. The sword was like a shooting star, flying like a flying star and breaking the sun.
All eyes are on you.
But there was a loud bang and a huge earthquake.
Then.
Everyone was stunned.
The much-anticipated Li Moumou flew out like a kite, facing the ground and slamming to the ground.
Even the posture remains unchanged from before.
Sanzang: "..."
Bai Wangyu: "..."
The two began to regret it.
Mu Bai was also a little stunned. He had retained 30% of his strength.
"Let's go, let's go."
Not far away, the Confucian disciples who ran out to watch saw this and left one after another, each doing their own thing.
That's it?
Dull.
"The young monk has gone back to recover from his injuries."
Sanzang left the Confucian camp with regret on his face.
"I'll go back and adjust my breathing first."
Bai Wangyu had long been accustomed to it and returned to his tent to recover from his injuries.
After the two left, Wen Xiuru recovered from the shock, hurriedly ran up to help someone up, and said concernedly, "Brother Li, are you okay?"
"Bah, bah."
Li Ziye got up dizzily and spit out the sand in his mouth, with a confused look on his face.
What just happened?
In front of the tent, Mu Bai silently put away his sword, turned and left.
He seemed to be using too much force.
"Your Highness, I was not ready just now, do it again." Li Ziye shouted anxiously when he saw everyone leaving.
Mu Bai ignored it and walked a little faster.
Come? Come on!
"Cultivating Confucianism."
No one really paid attention to him. Li Ziye looked at the person in front of him sincerely and said, "Believe me, I was not ready just now."
"..."
Wen Xiuru didn't know what to say, so he sorted out his words and said tactfully and euphemistically, "Brother Li, it's really too early for you to compete with a master like His Highness the Fourth Prince. Otherwise, you can first find other juniors from the Confucian sect." Are we practicing?"
"I'll go back and take medicine!"
Li Ziye heard the meaning of the guy in front of him, felt that his character had been insulted, and turned around angrily to return the account.
Not far away, Faru and Chen Qiaoer shook their heads helplessly and turned to leave.
This kid still has a long way to go!
However, the sword struck by the fourth prince just now seemed to be a little heavy.
It's not critical, it's not important, that kid is still too good!
After a brief interlude, Li Ziye still hasn't gotten rid of his position as a rookie who is disliked by everyone and bitten by dogs.
The road ahead is bright, but the road is bumpy.
In the next few days, after the fortifications in the Polar Night World were completed, the eight armies of Mobei began to move north in batches, preparing for a full-scale counterattack.
The troops from Confucianism, Buddhism, and Tianyu Palace are still stationed outside the Extreme Night World. After all, the three parties are not large in number and can move flexibly. There is no need to rush into the Extreme Night World.
In the past few days, apart from recuperating his injuries, Li Ziye also worked hard to practice the sixth form of the Flying Immortal Technique.
One person was practicing martial arts, and the whole camp was in a state of panic, because no one knew if a figure would suddenly hit him at any time.
In the morning, the sun is so bright.
"boom!"
"Ouch!"
A Confucian disciple passed by cautiously, but still couldn't escape the clutches. A figure flew over uncontrollably and knocked over a piece of it.
"hiss!"
Li Ziye was so thrown that he grinned. He ignored the group of people he knocked over and ran to the open space in front of the tent to continue practicing his sword.
"Senior Brother, this is too scary. Junior Brother and the others don't dare to come near here for fear of being smashed to death by Professor Li."
Beside Bai Wangyu, Chang Yu was pouring out his bitterness. He had suffered so much in the past few days that he could no longer bear it.
"If not, go and talk to him."
Bai Wangyu said calmly.
"I can not."
Chang Yu shrank his neck and said, "He will beat me to death."
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't dare. Last time you stole Professor Li's dried fruit, I didn't punish you. Go back and copy the book ten times."
Bai Wangyu said calmly, "I will check in the evening."
Chang Yu had a bitter look on his face, but he didn't dare to talk back, so he left with a depressed look.
"Big Brother."
At this moment, Wen Xiuru walked over quickly, glanced at the young man who was practicing swordplay in front of him, looked slightly condensed, and said in a low voice, "Qingshan teaches Fei Ge to pass the message, the battle between the senior swordsman and the master of Tianyu Hall, It’s a pity that we lost. To this day, life or death is uncertain.”
