Seeing Yang Zhen appear, Yin Nanxing said no, but was very honest with her body.
He looked contemptuous: "You, an outer disciple, dare to fight me in the middle of Qi training? You are looking for death!"
At the same time, he drew out the sword with a "swish" sound and hooked his fingers, meaning you come here.
He had long wanted to teach the young man in front of him a lesson.
In his opinion, Zhao Yuer'er was a fifteen-year-old girl with a young age, and she had no reason to dislike him.
Unless this troublesome guy is there to confuse you.
As long as he is beaten, preferably badly, and humiliated, the little girl will definitely kick him away.
No one likes a coward.
At that time, it is the time to show your beauty, wisdom, family background and cultivation.
In the end, the beauty came home.
Thinking of this, he wished that Yang Zhen would come on stage quickly and let him step on her feet.
However, the dispute between the two sides finally caused everyone to dissuade them.
A junior brother advised: "Senior Brother Yin, we are all having a banquet tonight, why should we lose our interest over a trivial matter?"
There are also those who talk about rules: "You two are from the same sect. The sect strictly prohibits disciples from fighting in private. Please stop!"
There are also those who analyze the consequences: "Senior Brother Yin, you have perfected your qi training, and you have the highest level of cultivation here. If a fight breaks out and spreads to the surrounding areas, we don't have Senior Brother Ji Zhu to help us carry it!"
The last two sentences are very reasonable, and even Yin Nanxing cannot ignore them.
Yang Zhen doesn't care. If you want to fight, then fight. If there is no fight, he will not take the initiative to provoke.
If the situation continues like this, there is a real possibility that the fight will not be successful.
However, Yan Hongzhu's words made Yin Nanxing make up his mind.
"Senior Brother Yin," she opened her red lips and said through the message: "Ziyunhua, please contribute."
Her original intention was to remind Yin Nanxing: Ziyunhua and contribution points are the key points, don't get entangled in these trivial matters.
Unexpectedly, when these words reached Yin Nanxing's ears, they would have the opposite effect.
What he was thinking was that I was the leader of collecting purple cloud flowers this time, so I had to establish my authority, otherwise what would I do if someone didn't listen to me.
Who to look for to establish authority? Naturally, this is the middle stage of Qi training. Is there any soft persimmon better than this?
Thinking of this, he decided to continue to stimulate Yang Zhen: "Boy, kowtow to your grandfather three times and forget it for today."
"Okay!" Yang Zhen smiled: "How do you kowtow? Senior brother is very knowledgeable, why don't you give me a demonstration first?"
"You—" Yin Nanxing was proud in his heart, but on the surface he was furious: "No one can stop me! If I don't teach this kid a lesson today, people will say that my Yunxiao Sect has no rules!"
He is not stupid either. Once he said this, it was really hard for everyone to persuade him.
Just like that, the two faced each other in the center of the circle, and a battle was inevitable.
But then someone jumped out again.
"Two senior brothers!" It was Wang Shaoyu who spoke: "There is no senior brother Ji Zhu here today. If a fight breaks out, it will be difficult to control!"
Then he suggested: "Why don't we stop at two points and don't use any offensive spells? This way we won't hurt the harmony. Can you guys agree?"
His last words were addressed to everyone at the party.
This suggestion was very reasonable and immediately won a lot of support.
Yang Zhen was secretly amused. Who wouldn’t be able to ask for help? What I'm looking for is no worse than what you, Yin Nanxing, are looking for!
Although the monks who have perfected their Qi training and the late first-order monsters are at the same level, they are completely on two different levels.
Monsters have simple methods, are mostly well-known, and are relatively easy to deal with. However, monks have endless methods, especially the higher the level of cultivation, the more changes there are.
Yang Zhen is not so arrogant that she can definitely win against the guy in front of her. He told the little girl "three moves to win", and the idea was to fight hand to hand.
Exploiting strengths and avoiding weaknesses is the way to win.
Yin Nanxing was hesitant. Without using magic to attack, his advantage was reduced by more than half. But if you have to use magic, you may accidentally injure others.
As for advising everyone to stay away, why should they listen to you when they are sitting just fine?
Seeing that his face was changing, Yang Zhen took the opportunity to light up the fire again:
"Senior Brother Yin," he shouted loudly: "If you think you can't beat me without relying on your cultivation, then just use magic! After all, you are the senior brother, you have the final say!"
"Presumptuous!" Yin Nanxing was furious, this time he was really angry: "I don't even use magic to kill you!"
So the two parties agreed not to use offensive spells, but of course defense was allowed. However, Yang Zhen added another point: second-level magic weapons are not allowed to be used, not even defensively or offensively.
In order to show his sincerity, he took out his robe that automatically triggered the second level defense and threw it to Zhao Yuqi who was following him.
Such a robe costs at least three to four thousand spiritual stones. Yin Nanxing felt shocked when he saw him throwing such a magic weapon casually.
He also threw down his coat, wrist guards, and flying sword in his hand, and replaced them with low-level equipment.
When they were ready, the two stood opposite each other again, and Dai Miaocheng was asked to come out as the referee.
The audience suddenly became quiet, and everyone's face was full of interest.
Fighting is much more interesting than that kind of performance!
After giving the order, Yin Nanxing shook the sword in his hand and launched the attack first!
He wants to fight quickly and defeat the opponent with one move, so that he can show his ability.
The sword was as bright as snow and the edge was as sharp as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the long sword was in front of Yang Zhen!
Yang Zhen was shocked. She didn't expect that this young master's swordsmanship was so fast!
Fortunately, after practicing [Wind Shadow Stick] these days, [The Sun Never Moves Shadow] has almost become a subconscious reaction. In a flash of thought, he has already dodged aside, and at the same time, he lengthened the stick a little and hit the opponent's waist and abdomen!
The two were instantly separated.
The two parties exchanged positions and stood again, both looking a little horrified.
Yang Zhen looked down and saw a sharp cut in the upper left corner of her coat.
If you react any slower, you will end up with a sword in your chest!
Yin Nanxing was even more frightened. His waist and abdomen had just been swept by the strong wind of Yang Zhen's long stick, and he felt a burning pain.
This kid is so fast and strong!
Both of them showed some caution on their faces. They didn't take action for a moment, but just stared at each other cautiously.
However, Yang Zhen could wait, but Yin Nanxing couldn't keep wasting time like this.
Fighting against a mere mid-stage qi-training player, every delay was a humiliation to him.
He decided to use a trick to end the fight as quickly as possible.
This move is called [One Silence Like Thunder]. It uses all the strength on the sword to make the sword come out like a silver dragon and a jade rainbow, lightning and thunder, and it is several times faster than before!
The longer this move takes to brew, the more powerful it becomes. It's like a silent person leaving lightning and thunder behind you without you realizing it, leaving you unable to react at all.
However, Yin Nanxing has been practicing for more than half a year, and Kankan is just getting started. Ten breaths of time is the limit of his ability to accumulate momentum.
Now, the time has come!
He shouted loudly, took out his long sword, and the wild crow light was cold, as fast as thunder and lightning!
"puff!"
"boom!"
The two sides collide, the winner is decided!
