The vines quickly abstracted Zhang Yanyu, and now under Lu Qingye's control, it turned out to be like a dragnet.
Moreover, there are sharp thorns on the vines, and their cold light makes many monks feel hairy.
If he was whipped, that would be fine, his skin and flesh would definitely be torn apart.
Some new disciples couldn't bear to look away.
Some disciples from the Sixteen Peaks of the Inner Sect couldn't help but speak.
"This wood spiritual power transformed into a thorny wooden whip, it's... it's too vicious."
"Yes, isn't she afraid of accidentally hurting her fellow disciples when she does this?"
Their words made some of the disciples who heard them roll their eyes.
"Hey! What is viciousness? I'm afraid you haven't seen real viciousness! They are just spikes. Many monks in the competition have barbs on their weapons! Moreover, vine whips and swords are both weapons, and They are all sharp, and if it goes according to what you said, wouldn’t it mean that we have to fight in the ring with bare hands?”
"Didn't you see the logo on their clothes? Most of the people from the Sixteenth Peak of the Inner Sect have some grudges, so they say these words here. Will they hurt the same sect? Do you think that all the powerful Jindan Nascent Soul on the high platform are just empty decorations? Is that so? If there is something that is really not allowed, it will naturally not escape their eyes. If you are dissatisfied and have any conflicts, you can go to the ring to challenge!"
The disciples of the Sixteenth Peak fell silent.
As a disciple said later, in the eyes of Le Feng and others, the quality of a weapon does not lie in the weapon itself, but in the person who uses the weapon.
In their opinion, adding thorns to the vines is like forging the weapon to be more powerful, increasing its attack power.
Of course, if there are disciples who use these things to torture and kill their fellow disciples, they will naturally take action.
"Snapped!"
The vine whip fell on Zhang Yanyu, causing her to scream.
She wanted to dodge, but she was not as fast as Lu Qingye.
This made Zhang Yanyu grit his teeth.
They are obviously geniuses, but she just has one more spiritual root than this person. Why is there such a big gap at this moment!
God is so unfair!
While she was distracted, she was whipped a few more times on her arms.
The blood was smeared, making her look very embarrassed.
The long sword in his hand began to hold unsteadily.
The discerning monks have already seen that Zhang Yanyu is outmatched.
"Although that female cultivator is also a perfect Qi practitioner, her aura is very frivolous. It's obvious that she either took pills to gain it, or she just focused on improving her cultivation level but forgot to consolidate her cultivation level."
"Being so impatient only makes your foundation weak and unstable. It's a pity that you have such good qualifications."
In today's world of immortality, the three spiritual roots are considered good spiritual roots.
Most of the disciples in the sect are between the three spiritual roots and the fourth spiritual roots.
Being able to enter the inner gate with three spiritual roots, obviously the purity of the spiritual roots is also good.
The more pain Zhang Yanyu felt, the more scared she became, and the more scared she became, the more she wanted to hide.
In panic, I gradually lost my thinking.
Hua Yinzhen stood in the crowd and watched, her chest rising and falling violently, she was angry.
idiot!
He has nothing to cultivate!
Zhang Yanyu himself did not have much combat experience. After completing his Qi training, he did not consolidate his cultivation or improve his actual combat experience like Lu Qingye did.
Unlike Hua Yinzhen, who has a rich family background.
Moreover, even if Hua Yinzhen lacks combat experience, the disciples of the family still have some discussions with each other on weekdays.
Therefore, he is still much better than people like Zhang Yanyu and Lu Qingye who have never been in contact with him.
"Clang!"
The long sword was rolled up by the vine whip and thrown hard under the ring.
The stinging pain from his wrist made Zhang Yanyu burst into tears.
After losing her combat weapon, she tried to take out other swords from her storage bag, but was kicked to the ground by Lu Qingye.
Feeling the pressure on his chest, Zhang Yanyu turned pale.
"Lu Qingye! I...I don't want to offend you. All of this...all of this was ordered by Hua Yinzhen!"
Zhang Yanyu was scared after all when she met Lu Qingye's cold eyes.
She was afraid that Lu Qingye would really become crazy and torture her with that whip.
He was even more afraid of the foot that stepped on his chest. With a little more force, he understood himself completely.
Although the sects are not allowed to kill their fellow sects indiscriminately during the sect competition.
But in the arena, swords have no eyes, and every time there is a big competition, there are casualties.
Zhang Yanyu was afraid that she would become one of the casualties.
At the moment when death was approaching, her originally chaotic mind became much clearer.
There wasn't much hatred between her and Lu Qingye, let alone life and death enemies.
At most...it was because of their own jealousy, and later they wanted to curry favor with Hua Yinzhen, which led them to this point.
She was now covered in wounds and pain everywhere. Even if Lu Qingye wanted to vent his anger, he should have vented enough.
The corners of Lu Qingye's lips raised slightly.
Seeing the embarrassed Zhang Yanyu, his eyes flickered.
Her last words were a sign of submission and betrayal.
Zhang Yanyu thought that in such a noisy environment, not many people would pay attention to what was going on here. Even if there were, who would be so concerned that they would even listen to what was said between them, and her voice was among the voices of everyone. Not too big.
However, she had forgotten that this was the world of immortality, and monks had spiritual consciousness that was different from ordinary people's facial features.
After she finished speaking, there was a brief moment of silence.
Hua Yinzhen's face suddenly turned pale in the audience.
She heard it!
I also noticed the looks in many people’s eyes.
The surname "Hua" is rare in the world of immortality. Hua Yinzhen is the eldest daughter of the Hua family, and many disciples have heard of it.
In fact, the people around him were only slightly surprised that there was a conflict between Lu Qingye and Hua Yinzhen.
But in Hua Yinzhen's view, the eyes of these people were contemptuous.
She despised her for letting someone hurt Lu Qingye, maybe because of her guilty conscience, Hua Yinzhen's face turned pale and red, and then red and white again.
In the end, he couldn't stand the looks of everyone and left in a hurry.
On the high platform, the elders of the Hua family frowned slightly.
The elder of the Cheng family said with a smile.
"It's all a little quarrel between children's families. Who didn't have any disputes when they were young? This is normal."
The elder of the Hua family looked a little better now.
"Yes, that girl Yinzhen is a bit spoiled by her family and has a bad temper, but she is still kind-hearted."
The sect competition is a good opportunity to recruit disciples. Most of the core sect elders and peak masters are monks who cherish their feathers.
If the Hua family wants to make the family prosperous, it must let its disciples spread everywhere. The higher the level, the better.
So at this time, reputation cannot be lost.
After Zhang Yanyu gave up, she saw that Lu Qingye did not make things difficult for her again.
He immediately got up from the ground and staggered down the ring, falling down on the way, causing some monks to laugh.
