Jiang Yan's face was frosty, and his whole body was full of alertness.
He picked up the black gold long sword that was only used by the inner disciples, held it lightly with a sword flower, and looked up at Zhang Yi, who was carefree, without any pretense.
With such an appearance, in Zhang Yi's eyes, he was a little raccoon slave who had just been weaned and had beautiful features.
At this moment, this little thing looked like it had exploded fur. It shrugged its shoulders and bared its teeth, and occasionally raised its tender fleshy claws to show off its bluff.
Zhang Yi smiled. He was short of a big realm and a small realm. No matter what he did, this little raccoon slave could not escape from his grasp.
With victory in hand, Zhang Yi started to tease.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, we are destined to meet each other, why should we reject people thousands of miles away?"
Jiang Yan was so keen that he noticed Zhang Yi's interest in him.
However, this interest is probably directed at his deceptive skin, and does not really regard him as an opponent.
The pear dimples on Jiang Yan's pretty face disappeared, her brows raised, and she said in a deep voice: "You talk nonsense on the stage. It seems that Fellow Daoist Zhang has never taken me into consideration!"
Hearing this, Zhang Yi felt a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Jiang Daoyou is beautiful, but his temper is a bit irritable and his voice is a little deeper.
In addition, Daoyou Jiang contracted a problem common to Guiyi monks at a young age - not understanding the style.
He still had to take action and give her a little training to make Daoist Jiang understand how to be a good female cultivator!
Zhang Yi curled his lips and said with contempt: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, there is such a gap in our cultivation. If I take action, you will either die or be disabled!"
As he said that, he glanced at Jiang Yan again.
With this glance, Zhang Yi discovered another flaw in this stunning beauty.
Fellow Daoist Jiang's figure is really nothing to look at.
"I, Zhang Yi, have always cared for women, so why don't I..." Zhang Yi said with a smile, "How about you call me good brother and I'll give you five moves to make your Guiyi faction's defeat look better?"
Jiang Yan's silver teeth almost shattered. He used strength in his hands to tightly hold the standard long sword specially designed for inner disciples.
Does he have to borrow the Hehuan Sect's Taoist robe to wear it so that these monks can find out that he is a man?
Or...are these people in the world of cultivation really just like the leader of the Tianwu Sect, who do not stick to trivial matters and accept both men and women?
Jiang Yan was too lazy to say anything else.
To put it bluntly, it was because of his low cultivation that Zhang Yi dared to speak so rudely.
If it were the incomparably beautiful and powerful Wu Lan, how many people in the world of cultivation would dare to flirt with her?
After Jiang Yan figured it out, he decided to make a quick decision.
He took a step forward, spun around and flew to Zhang Yi's eyes, and slashed his sword towards his heart.
Zhang Yi was slightly surprised, but calmly raised his sword to block it.
The spiritual sword was still in its scabbard, and a bright spark was created between the scabbard and Jiang Yan's black gold sword.
Jiang Yan turned his wrist and the spirit sword turned, and the tip of the sword fell straight down.
Zhang Yi was startled and quickly took a step back to avoid the spiritual sword that hit the lower three paths.
"You are really kind-hearted! I wanted to form a good relationship with you and leave you some dignity. Since you don't know how to cherish it, don't blame me for being rude!"
Zhang Yi waved his hand, and the spirit sword was unsheathed, turning into a fiery red sword light and flying towards Jiang Yan.
With a stern look on his face, Jiang Yan followed Zhang Yi's sword and made a half-circle. At the same time, his spiritual consciousness turned into an invisible thin needle and stabbed Zhang Yi who was attacking him with the sword in the air.
Taking advantage of the moment when he blocked the ray of spiritual consciousness and relaxed slightly, Jiang Yan turned the tip of his sword, causing the sword light to spin.
The fiery red sword light returned a little faster than when it came.
But Zhang Yi had already recovered, reached out to grab the spirit sword, and only took two steps back before regaining his balance.
Jiang Yan's consciousness forcibly collided with Zhang Yi's. The sea of consciousness was shaking, and his face, which was originally as white as powder, became even more transparent.
Fortunately, he was prepared and had a requiem pill in his hand.
After a while, the shock in the sea of consciousness had subsided, the soul became more stable, and the used spiritual power was also restored.
Wuling Island is surrounded by water. Compared with other islands, the water aura is more abundant.
At this moment, Wuling Mountain has not yet erupted, and the fire spirit energy has not yet reached its peak.
Just like Jiang Yan, who has the dual spiritual roots of water and earth, and Zhang Yi, who has the single fire spiritual root, they are in a stalemate.
The battle between the two continues, and the battles in the other seven arenas are also in full swing.
…
There are only two ways to end the competition between Tianjiao.
Either give up and admit defeat, or decide the winner.
However, in the battle between Nascent Soul Stage monks, the outcome of life and death is determined by the blink of an eye.
If he had not given up and surrendered before the fight started, he would probably never have had the chance to speak again.
Unless the elder who leads the team in the transformation stage intervenes in the fight and saves his own talented disciple, the moment the elder takes action, it also means admitting defeat.
The Tianjiao battle not only tests the strength of the Tianjiao disciples, it is also a severe test for the elders who lead the team.
If you act too early, you may ruin the disciple's plan of showing weakness and luring the enemy; if you act too late, the disciple may be seriously injured and unable to recover.
Therefore, most Tianjiao disciples will agree on signals with their leader, whether it is a gesture, a sword move, or a magic formula... to name a few.
The monks who were watching gathered together in twos and threes, watching the fierce battle on the ring from a distance, and occasionally discussed it, but it was not as noisy as during the rookie meeting.
Seeing Jiang Yan and Zhang Yi going back and forth in the ring, it was hard to tell them apart, Lin Yige felt a little at ease.
With four senior brothers Yu Wei being there, the three of them from the Guiyi Sect would naturally not be in danger of their lives.
But the Lord of the Dark Alliance took action to protect the disciples of the Guiyi Sect, which is still a bit eye-catching and arousing people's imagination.
Therefore, Lin Yige's consciousness never left "Gu Xiaoyun", making him stare closely at Jiang Yan on the ring.
Once you get the signal, intervene.
At this time, Wen Caiwei had not yet entered the ring, Wen Zongyi still maintained a cold attitude on his face, and asked questions from time to time.
"Has Caiwei really mastered the Guiyi Sword Technique?"
"If I remember correctly, she has reached the second level of Shuiyue Jinghua Jue, right?"
"Caiwei's Earth Fire Mingyi Sword does have a sword spirit, right?"
…
That worried look is like an old mother who hopes her son will succeed.
"Yes, yes, everything is ready. With Caiwei's ability, you can rest assured." Lin Yige said casually, somewhat absent-mindedly, "Wen Caihe, she is also your niece, aren't you worried? Too much You’re biased!”
Isn't Wen Zongyi afraid that there will be discord between sisters of the same race who are supposed to support each other?
"Where is my partiality?" Wen Zongyi spread his hands, with a look of helplessness on his face, "Caihe is 180 years old this year. She has been strong and healthy since she was a child. Caiwei's ten meals are not enough for her alone. What Wei can sort out in one day, Caihe can’t sort out in ten days!”
The children of the Wen family each have their own strengths. After determining their spiritual roots and practicing Taoism, they will be trained separately according to their strengths.
"Originally, I planned to ask Caiwei to take charge of the entire Wen clan, while Caihe and several other contemporaries would be responsible for protecting the Wen clan. If there is a real fight, Caihe's strength will not be a problem."
After Wen Zongyi finished speaking, he sighed quietly.
This was all his plan when the relationship between him and Wu Lan was still intact, and talking about it now only makes him more sad.
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