Compared with the back and forth between Shen Buer and Master Mingkun, the open and close relationship between Yan Bei and Master Hongying.
The battle between Mingyue and Qin Shuixian seemed particularly dull.
Two stunningly beautiful women stood at one place each. One had purple eyes and the other had a strange fragrance.
The silent battle looks peaceful, but monks who know a little bit about illusions know that this kind of battle with spiritual consciousness is the most dangerous.
There are many ways for monks to recover from injuries to their physical bodies, but it is very difficult to recover from injuries to their spiritual consciousness.
The golden elixir monk has two fatal injuries, one is the golden elixir in the dantian, and the other is the sea consciousness.
If the golden elixir is broken, one may still be able to save one's life, but if one's spiritual consciousness is broken, the soul will be destroyed directly, without even the so-called hope of reincarnation.
Therefore, everyone present carefully avoided the surroundings of Mingyue and Qin Shuixian, lest the aftermath of the fight hurt them.
Everyone is vying for the position of true disciple, but after all, they are all from the same sect, and besides the Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers, there are countless fellow sects and elders of the sect watching, so no one will really risk death.
For a moment, among the four lotus terraces, only Master Fang Yi's lotus terrace remained peaceful.
Under the lotus platform, there were still four people left who had not moved.
Master Bai Cong, the only late-stage Jindan cultivator, turned to look at Lingchu and Feng Qianshan, both of whom were only in the middle stage of Golden Core cultivation. Then he looked sideways at Master Rong Xian, who had a cultivation level similar to his own.
What comes into view is a face that is calm and gentle, looking at the sea of clouds in ecstasy.
Master Bai Cong secretly sighed. Among the four people on the lotus platform, Qin Shuixian, Shen Buer, Yan Bei, and Fang Yi, in fact, Master Bai Cong was not sure of victory.
Even knowing that he loses more than he wins, but now that he has come to this step, now that he has set foot on the top of Yangshan Mountain, he is only one step away from the lotus platform.
He has taken ninety-nine out of a hundred steps, how could he retreat at this last step!
A stern look flashed across Master Bai Cong's gentle face, and his thick black eyebrows were raised. For a moment, his whole person seemed to be an unsheathed sword, exuding a powerful aura.
The invisible wind gathered at the feet of Bai Congzhenren. On the top of Yangshan Mountain, the breeze was stagnant, and the whimpering wind suddenly rose. The originally calm lotus pond suddenly became rippled, and the soft and boneless colorful lotus swayed in the wind, bending. The body was bent, and the petals clung to the water, as if the soft branches were about to break in the next second.
The sea of clouds outside Yangshan Mountain began to flow, and the grass around the lotus pond was filled with green grass sticking to the ground.
Lingchu could feel his robes rustling in the wind, constantly slapping his calves, and his black hair also fluttering behind his head.
But her slender and frail figure remained motionless in the strong wind, like a rooted sapling, fearless of wind and rain.
Master Rong Xian, who had been looking at the sea of clouds, frowned and narrowed his eyes at the rolling sea of clouds. Then he seemed to feel that such a sea of clouds also had a different kind of beauty, so he slowly opened his eyebrows and continued to look at the sea of clouds.
On the side, Feng Qianshan's spiritual power surged around him, forming an invisible barrier around him, blocking out the strong wind.
Then there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes as he looked at Master Bai Cong.
This strong wind was obviously driven by Master Bai Cong. It was enough to see that the strong wind avoided Mingyue and Qin Shuixian, avoided several other lotus terraces, and only blew towards Master Fang Yi.
On the lotus platform, Master Fang Yi's hunched body was swaying in the strong wind, like a rootless duckweed, drifting and helpless. Master Fang Yi's swaying figure even almost fell off several times. On the lotus platform, it looked very miserable and difficult.
The main target of Master Bai Cong's violent wind is Master Fang Yi, and the impact on Lingchu and others is just incidental.
But seeing Master Fang Yi swaying left and right, seemingly struggling in the wind, Master Bai Cong's face did not show the slightest joy. He could see very clearly that although Master Fang Yi had been swaying, his steps , in the small place on the lotus platform, but it has never moved even half a step!
Master Bai Cong's eyes were cold, he flew up, brushed his fingers on his waist, and a white light appeared on Master Bai Cong's hand.
When Master Bai Cong flew around Master Fang Yi, raised the magical weapon in his hand, and the white light flashed, everyone could see clearly what was in the white light.
That's a snow-white feather fan!
It seems to be made of the feathers of some monster beast. Each feather is white and flawless, as soft as the clouds in the sky. It is slender and graceful. The root in the middle of the feathers is glowing with a golden stream of water, which looks very extraordinary. The handle is a blue jade color that is as transparent and bright as the blue sky. Under the fan handle, there are two thin, small golden feathers hanging down.
As soon as this fan appeared, the wild wind on the mountaintop was suddenly suffocated, and everything seemed to calm down in an instant.
However, Master Fang Yi, who was facing the fan, had a rare look of solemnity on his face. At such a close distance, he could easily feel that at this time, the extremely beautiful and delicate snow-white feather fan Above, a terrifying force is gathering.
Naturally, he could not wait quietly for the attack to arrive. Master Fang Yi's old face sank, and a pair of extremely white and slender hands that did not match his face suddenly stretched into the wide sleeves of his robe.
The next moment, those white and tender hands took out two round stone spheres from the sleeves of the robe.
Master Fang Yi raised his eyes slightly and looked at Master Bai Cong. His hands were like butterflies piercing flowers. His fingers were extremely flexible and he tapped the two balls countless times. Everyone could only see the afterimages.
Maybe it was dozens of times, maybe it was hundreds of times, but less than a breath had passed.
The appearance of the two spheres in Zhenren Fang Yi's hands had changed greatly.
Every time Master Fang Yi clicked his finger, the sphere changed its shape. In just one breath, the two spheres turned into two big birds that were completely condensed from cold stone.
It is unimaginable that seemingly heavy and thick stones can actually be made into stone birds flying in the sky. Moreover, these two stone birds actually appear to be very light when fluttering their wings, just like two real birds.
The most eye-catching thing about these two stone birds is the two pairs of eyes that seem to be made of rubies. While looking at Master Bai Cong coldly, they seem to have a hint of spirituality.
"Go ahead."
Master Fang Yi said in a low voice.
Two stone birds looked up to the sky and neighed, and there was actually a crisp bird song.
Then, the two stone birds were very agile and light, flying towards Master Bai Cong one to the left and the other to the right. When the huge stone wings flapped, they also wrapped up hurricanes, which seemed to be competing with the snow-white feather fans of Master Bai Cong. Compete with each other.
Lingchu looked at the two smart stone birds and remembered what Senior Brother Yan Bei told her. Master Fang Yi was best at the strange and deceitful ways, and his methods were endless.
This is indeed quite strange.
