"Senior Sister Qin!"
"Fairy Qin!"
...
To Lingchu's expectation, when Fairy Qin came on the stage, there was a lot of shouting in the stadium. Looking around, most of them turned out to be monks who built the Golden Core Foundation.
Generally speaking, monks are very image-conscious, especially in sects like Sanqing Dao Sect. Everyone is very reserved outside.
Even for this kind of competition, it is very rare to gather in a crowd to watch, let alone cheer loudly.
"Qin Shuixian..." Even the lazy Yan Bei raised his eyes, glanced at Qin Shuixian lightly, and then said to the surprised Lingchu, "You entered the sect late, and you didn't I don’t know, back then, Qin Shuixian and Qin Xianzi were talked about by all the male and female disciples for many years because of their appearance and strength. That is to say, everyone has dispersed over the years. As their cultivation level is higher, they are more reserved. .”
Yan Bei and Qin Shuixian were members of the Sanqing Dao Sect, and the age difference between them was not that big. Therefore, they were destined to have many interactions.
Yan Bei obviously knew a lot about Fairy Qin, who was now very low-key in Sanqing Dao Sect.
In order to remind his junior sister, Yan Bei rarely spoke more.
"Qin Shuixian's cultivation method can be said to be a very rare one." When mentioning the cultivation matter, Yan Bei's face immediately became serious, and his tone became much more serious. "What she cultivates is a kind of illusion." .”
Illusion?
Lingchu raised his eyebrows. Illusions were not uncommon. For example, Senior Sister Mingyue was a master of illusions.
Yan Bei saw Lingchu's puzzled look and smiled, "Qin Shuixian's illusion skills are unusual. She practices the way of incense. She uses incense as an illusion, which makes people hard to guard against."
Most illusions are based on pupil magic. Most monks can avoid most illusions by just closing their eyes. However, illusions that use fragrance as a medium are indeed rare in the world of cultivation, especially in a famous sect like Sanqing Dao Sect. Big party.
The Sanqing Dao Sect does not prohibit such techniques, but some self-proclaimed sects of cultivation believe that such techniques that confuse people are all heresy.
And although illusion has miraculous effects, it is not a clever method if you are prepared for it. In addition, practicing illusion also depends on talent.
Therefore, in the world of cultivation, there are not many people who specialize in illusions, and it is even rarer to use fragrance as an illusion.
Lingchu looked at Fairy Qin's appearance of banishing immortals, and never expected that the other party was actually practicing such a rare technique.
Ever since Yan Bei came on the scene, he has really demonstrated his self-cultivation as a senior brother. Any monk who is a bit threatening, Yan Bei will dutifully introduce to Lingchu.
Today, it can be said that Lingchu and Yan Bei have heard the most words from their second senior brother in the decades since they became senior brothers and sisters.
I'm afraid the two of them have said as much in the past few decades as they do today.
With a petite figure and a dashing red dress, the petite person was carrying a big knife with a hidden sharp edge. With a smile on his white and tender face, he walked step by step to the stage.
The man in red is petite and carries a large sword on his shoulder, so he looks very familiar.
Phoenix holding a beaded sword, the name of the sword is Mingluan, Hongying Zhenren, a late-stage Jindan cultivation, good at swordsmanship, and superb swordsmanship. His fighting style is fierce and fierce, which is in great contrast with his white and tender appearance.
Feng Qianshan, a disciple of Turtle Elephant Peak, and Hongying were both in the late Jindan stage, but their fighting styles, or the techniques they were good at, were completely opposite.
If Hongying Zhenren is good at offense, Feng Qianshan is good at defense.
A contradiction and a contradiction can be used to describe the two of them.
Especially since the two of them entered the mountain gate at the same time, from Qi training to foundation building to golden elixir, the two of them had to compete in various competitions.
"Hongying, that girl has a bad temper towards me. When we fight, she is as good as your senior brother and me, and her Luanfeng sword skills are indeed very good. If you confront her, remember not to face the enemy head-on. , Although the sword technique is powerful, the girl's stamina is not enough, so you just use the dragging technique."
"This Feng Qianshan, when fighting, likes to rely on his turtle shell-like defense to constantly consume the opponent's spiritual power and energy, and finally take action. This kid has a secret treasure in his hand, which is a small mountain. It looks like a dark stone, which can be transformed into different sizes at will, and has extremely strong defense. In addition, this kid himself is also good at folk magic. He is also a student of Turtle Elephant Peak, and his skin is very thick. If you are against him, you will have to fight quickly. , or keep your strength, the trouble is tight."
Yan Bei started school earlier than Feng Qianshan and Hongying, but he obviously knew something about them, and he was very clear when talking to Lingchu.
Lingchu listened very carefully. Although there were constant gossips about various monks, the biggest problem with gossips was that they were not true.
And the news coming from his senior brother is naturally much more reliable.
Seeing that his junior sister listened attentively, Yan Bei also became a little more enthusiastic about being a teacher. Regardless of whether the next monk was a threat, he talked to his junior sister enthusiastically about everything he knew.
He has been looking for people to fight with all day long, and he has been fighting for so many years. No, the benefits of fighting more are reflected.
The monks who can sign up to participate in this battle of true disciples are naturally the best, which means that Yan Bei, who likes to challenge powerful monks, seven out of ten monks in this battle have fought with Yan Bei. .
Of course, the euphemistic name is discussion.
As a result, Yan Bei has experienced and truly understood the strength and methods of everyone.
The two brothers and sisters, one of whom spoke enthusiastically and the other listened carefully, were very harmonious.
Until thirty-nine people, thirty-seven people have already taken the field.
Seeing the last two people left, the expression on Yan Bei's face changed slightly, and even his standing posture changed, and his back slowly straightened.
The remaining two people were actually wearing gray robes, but one had an old face and a slightly stooped figure, looking like a dying old man, while the other was tall and straight, young and handsome, with a fair face and a delicate appearance. Xiu, Wenwen is weak.
It can be said that they are completely two extremes.
The old man's eyes were calm, and he didn't even have much aura on his body. He seemed to be the most ordinary old man in the world.
The young man looked frail and delicate, but his eyes were very stern, as cold as an ice knife, piercing people's hearts and making them panic.
Lingchu recognized the identity of these two people at a glance without the need for senior brother Yan Bei's introduction.
The young man is the most popular candidate this time. He once narrowly defeated Senior Brother Si Bai in one move and was known as Shen Buer.
The old man is Zhenren Fang Yifang. He is the oldest monk participating in the battle of true disciples. He is in the Golden Elixir Dzogchen realm. Apart from his age and cultivation level, he seems to have nothing worthy of attention. However, Lingchu got his own Brother's advice.
"You have to be careful about these two people. Shen Buer never holds back his hands. As for that old loach, he doesn't hold back. He seems to have nothing, but he has many tricks."
Yan Bei rarely introduced anything.
Shen Bu'er, Yan Bei once sparred with him, but he didn't last more than a hundred moves. After the spar, Yan Bei was even seriously injured and had to train for more than a year.
As for the old man Fang Yi, Yan Bei had naturally sparred with him. After struggling with the other party for more than half a year, he reluctantly agreed to spar. As a result, Fang Yi immediately surrendered after only two moves. Yan Bei was so angry that his face turned dark, and he never showed up again. I went to discuss with each other and felt depressed.
But even just two short confrontations were enough for a monk like Yan Bei who was keen on fighting to see the depth of his opponent.
One is sharp and the other is hidden.
None of it is simple.
