"Now that you've warmed up, which one of you is coming next?"
On the lotus platform, Yan Bei was dressed in mysterious clothes like ink, with his hair tied high and flying, and the sword in his hand glowed with a cold light. His previous laziness was gone, and his momentum was like a rainbow, like an unsheathed sword. The sword, the long sword moved, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the people below, with a stern expression.
It was rare to see the second senior brother look so serious. Lingchu didn't feel scared at all. He was just a little fresh, but his steps were motionless.
The two of them came from the same school, and they didn't only have one spot, so there was no need to fight to the death.
If possible, it would be better for the two brothers and sisters to each win a lotus platform, which would be the real victory.
Master Rong Xian still looks indifferent to worldly affairs, and seems to have no interest in the competition here, but since he is here, he must want to seriously teach his disciples.
I really don’t know if it’s because of my nature, or if I’m waiting for something.
In response to Yan Bei's shouting, neither Master Rong Xian nor Ling Chu had the intention to respond.
Only Feng Qianshan turned his head and glanced at Hongying Zhenren, who was silently standing by and wiping the Mingluan knife. His eyes darkened, and his spiritual power exploded under his feet. His whole body turned into a stream of light and went straight to Yanbei. , and the momentum is overwhelming.
There was almost no pause. Just after Yan Bei finished fighting with Hongying, he started fighting with Feng Qianshan again.
However, Feng Qianshan is different from Hongying Zhenren. What he is good at is not big fights, but defense. Therefore, this time the fight is much quieter than before, and he likes real guns and real guns. Yan Bei, who fought with a knife, always felt that the person in front of him was as thick as a turtle shell and difficult to fight, but this kind of fighting experience was rare, and his desire to fight suddenly soared again.
It was hard to separate him from the fight, and Yan Bei became more and more excited as he fought.
The remaining Shen Buer looked around at Lingchu and Rong Xian, his cold eyes seemed to be assessing their strength, and finally he frowned, both of them seemed a little dissatisfied. .
None of the remaining masters Lingchu and Rongxian had the same level of cultivation as him.
However, Shen Buer's eyes paused for a moment on Master Rong Xian. He could feel that both the other party and himself practiced water techniques. It would be interesting to fight.
However, Shen Buer's eyes moved to Lingchu again. He was more interested in this woman with the lowest cultivation level.
Because both this woman and Si Bai have extremely rare fairy roots!
Back then, Si Bai's cultivation level was obviously not the highest, but he managed to win the first place, even beating himself.
Shen Fuji always kept this matter in mind.
Later, Shen Buer wanted to continue fighting with Si Bai, but that pervert Si Bai...
Obviously the higher the level of a monk, the slower the speed of cultivation, but Si Bai was always many steps ahead of others, and the gap between the two of them was constantly widening.
Now, he is still here competing for the position of true disciple, but Si Bai has become the True Lord of Nascent Soul!
The cold look in Shen Buer's eyes became stronger and stronger, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Lingchu.
He wanted to know whether it was only Si Bai who was so evil, or whether even those with immortal qualifications were so evil!
"Junior Sister Yu, right?" Shen Buer looked at Lingchu and said expressionlessly on his delicate face.
Lingchu's eyebrows slightly raised. She did not expect that Shen Buer would choose her as her opponent. She originally thought that her opponent would be Senior Sister Qin or Master Fang Yi.
As for Shen Fuji...
There is no right or wrong, but in Lingchu's view, competing for the lotus platform is not a competition for ranking. Winning the lotus platform is obviously the first priority, and ranking can be done at any time.
"Exactly, what advice does Senior Brother Shen have?" Although Lingchu wanted to win steadily, he would not retreat when facing a battle.
"I heard that my junior sister is also an immortal. I wonder if I can see her for advice?"
Shen Buer looked cold, but when he spoke, he was quite polite.
Since you have invited a fight, how can you be timid about fighting?
Lingchu raised his head and smiled, a rare eagerness to fight welled up in his body. It was best to win steadily, but since he wanted to compete, why not fight against the strong one?
Holding the Weiji Umbrella in his arms, Lingchu's fingertips gently brushed the umbrella body. Since the Weiji Umbrella came into the world, there has never been a hearty battle. Even those changes have never been seen in front of others. It's also a pity.
Today, maybe I can have a good fight!
A hint of fighting spirit appeared in Lingchu's always clear eyes, and his whole person changed from the previous gentleness and tranquility. The sound of wind around him suddenly disappeared, and his whole person was like a taut long bow. In the next moment, he had disappeared on the spot.
The moment the cyan figure disappeared, Shen Buer tensed up his nerves, and his consciousness enveloped his surroundings. There was no fear on his face, but his concentration was full.
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. Shen Fujie never underestimates any opponent.
Within the scope covered by his divine consciousness, Shen Buer noticed the strange movement below before he could find any trace of Lingchu.
Countless slender grass blades broke out of the ground, growing at a terrifying speed. In just a blink of an eye, the seemingly slender and weak grass blades were already overwhelmingly moving towards Shen Fuji's hood, like a grass. The cage created by Ye Zhi will trap Shen Buer in it.
Shen Buer's eyes flashed sharply, and the blue claws in his hands slashed mercilessly at the grass blades and vines in front of him. The claws that looked extremely sharp, the moment they touched the blades of grass, they were instantly struck. pause.
The moment he encountered the grass-leaf cage, Shen Buer had a bad premonition in his heart. Sure enough, his sharp claws that could cut through gold and jade could not cut through the seemingly slender and weak grass leaves and vines!
The feeling of the tentacles was not so tough, but very flexible, just like elastic ropes. Shen Fuji's sharp claws bounced away, and ten percent of his strength was lost.
interesting!
Shen Buer raised his eyebrows, with deep interest flashing in his eyes.
Ordinary wood cultivators can't change the mood of grass and trees at all, unless they completely wrap the grass and trees with their own spiritual power, but this junior sister Yu's wood method is obviously different. These plants and trees are not completely affected by the other party's spiritual power. The power package, just a small flow of spiritual power from each of them, has made such a change.
interesting! Interesting indeed!
Are monks with immortal qualifications really so different?
Si Bai was like this back then. His surgical techniques were so superb that he seemed to be born in harmony with the spiritual power of the world and could resonate with all things.
A rare smile appeared on Shen Buer's face. The shadow of the blue claw in his hand disappeared, and his original white palm returned. He held it weakly at his waist, and flicked it towards the void as if he had pulled out something.
"Crack!"
