Hearing Wen Zongyi's long sigh and seeing the familiar sadness on his face, Lin Yige knew without guessing that he thought of "his" Wu Lan again.
She looked at the sky and listed all Wen Caiwei's achievements from the beginning to the present.
"When Caiwei started to get started, he practiced a set of basic boxing techniques. Later, he also understood the Shuiyue Jinghua Jue, and then used Yunshan Zhumi to enhance the chaotic spiritual root, and the Earth Fire Mingyi Sword Spirit chose it as the main one... …”
Lin Yige glanced at Wen Zongyi and was extremely convinced: "You must have prepared something for her."
Wen Zongyi treated his niece Wen Caiwei with all his heart and soul, never sparing money and spiritual stones. How could he forget to prepare elixirs, talismans, magic weapons and the like for her?
He glanced at the top of the Wuling Mountain. Wen Caiwei and Wen Caihe were standing together, and beside them was a young woman with dark skin and an alien appearance.
That was Yu Mingyue whom Caiwei often mentioned. She was a Jiuli witch with late-stage Jindan cultivation.
Jiang Yan, who has outstanding appearance but a bit of femininity in the ring, and therefore seems to be indistinguishable from male to female, also has a late-stage Jindan cultivation level.
After seeing the three people from the Guiyi Sect, Wen Zongyi frowned even more and said: "We have indeed made some preparations, but Caiwei is only at the middle stage of Jindan cultivation. Whether he can free up his hands to use those elixirs and talismans is also a question. "
Lin Yige pondered for a moment and said, "To tell you the truth, among the three Golden Core disciples from the Guiyi Sect who have returned, the one I am most worried about is not Cai Wei, but Jiang Yan."
As a Jiuli witch, Yu Mingyue has not only the monk's spells, swordsmanship and other means, but also the Gu King, who can summon all kinds of poisonous insects that are difficult for Jiuzhou monks to resist.
As for Jiang Yan, he has had excellent luck since joining the Guiyi Sect.
He had a smooth journey, almost never encountered a truly powerful enemy, and had no life-or-death crisis.
Sword tactics are memorized by heart, and sword techniques are familiar to him, but he has not been able to cultivate his sword energy to the point where he can freely retract and release it; the black gold sword in his hand has never been used against the enemy.
Lin Yige said helplessly: "Maybe even he himself doesn't know what Jiang Yan's sword skills are."
With Jiang Yan's prefecture-level qualifications and his single-minded cultivation, he should have reached the peak of the golden elixir stage long ago.
But he finally took a breath.
Cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
If things go on like this, Jiang Yan may become the first and only true disciple in the history of the Guiyi Sect who cannot realize the sword's intention!
This may be the downside of his extraordinary luck.
This time the Prodigy Battle may be an opportunity for him.
When Wen Zongyi heard Lin Yige's words, he glanced at Jiang Yan who was in a hard fight, "If you use the geniuses of the nine major sects as whetstones to sharpen Jiang Yan, at least give him a decent spiritual sword!"
One glance revealed that although the Xuanjin Sword in Jiang Yan's hand was a higher grade among the Guiyi Sect's standard spirit swords, it was still an ordinary standard long sword after all.
It cannot be compared with the Earth Fire Mingyi Sword in Wen Caiwei's hand.
As for sword cultivators, their swords are very spiritual, and they must be struck wherever they point, and they must be consistent with their nature.
"You still say that I am partial, but you are no more fair than me!" Wen Zongyi seized the opportunity and mocked her in turn.
Lin Yige smiled awkwardly, but kept the matter in mind.
No wonder she ignored Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan had no consciousness of being a true disciple and always walked alone in Heming Mountain.
It's a good thing that he doesn't like to socialize, otherwise he would make his colleagues itch every time he opens his mouth, which is really not conducive to the unity of the sect.
At present, it is impossible to find a suitable spiritual sword for Jiang Yan, so we can only wait until the Tianjiao battle to make arrangements.
Or just wait until Jiang Yan chooses a master, and then his own master buys it for Jiang Yan.
…
At this moment, there was a stabbing sound on the ring, and a large gash was opened in Zhang Yi's Taoist robe - Jiang Yan's unexpected sword slashed across Zhang Yi's thigh.
Originally, Jiang Yan's cultivation level was lower, and he was a bit strict when performing sword moves. He mostly attacked the upper, middle and lower Dantian, trying to defeat the enemy with one move.
But these clumsy moves were naturally not enough for Zhang Yi, a genius sword cultivator from the Tianyan Sword Sect who only met once in a hundred years.
Zhang Yi was just teasing him, so he didn't show his true skills.
Even so, Jiang Yan was at a disadvantage.
But after the sound of cracking silk, the situation subtly changed.
Jiang Yan's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had enlightened himself, and he began to attack Zhang Yi's "weaknesses" regardless of how many times he was hit by the sword wind.
After taking the risk, Jiang Yan became more skillful with the sword and his speed became faster and faster.
As for Zhang Yi, who was throwing a rat weapon, he could only rush to protect his critical place amidst the intensive sword moves.
Afterwards, Jiang Yan firmly gained the upper hand and the situation reversed.
Jiang Yan became more and more courageous as he fought, and he vaguely realized a truth: as long as he attacks the opponent's weakness quickly enough, he is the only one who can attack!
There were also many monks holding swords in the air above and below Wen's flying boat in Yuzhou.
At this time, seeing the beautiful young man with red lips and white teeth not giving up until Zhang Yi's evil roots were cut off, people couldn't help but talk about it.
"Is Jiang Yan crazy or am I crazy?"
"Isn't Jiang Yan a disciple of the Guiyi sect? Why does he only attack people in the lower three groups? Isn't this too much?"
"Is this too much? You would be a fool to ignore your weakness and not attack it!"
"Fellow Taoist is right! As monks, we should have no flaws in our body!"
…
The discussion dispersed with the wind and did not attract too many people's attention.
Lin Yige controlled "Gu Xiaoyun", which was transformed into a phantom puppet, and kept an eye on Jiang Yan even more closely.
Under Jiang Yan's tireless attacks, Zhang Yi's thoughts of pity for the beauty also dissipated.
The tiger didn't show its power and was teased by this little raccoon slave as a sick cat!
Zhang Yi controlled the sword with both hands at the same time, and the spiritual sword divided into dozens of sword shadows. Each sword shadow turned into an orange-red sword energy, which was like a raging flame and burned when touched.
Ten rays of orange-red sword energy were about to arrive in a flash, and they were bound to shatter all the bones of Jiang Yan's limbs!
Jiang Yan did not dodge or dodge. He swung the Xuanjin sword and sent out several light sword energy, which went straight to Zhang Yi's lower abdomen.
Zhang Yi screamed in pain, and at the same time, Jiang Yan was hit by dozens of sword energy.
The protective armor under his Taoist robe emits a burst of soft white light, which offsets the sword energy by 70%.
The armor seemed to have exceeded its endurance limit, and there was an endless sound like the breaking of strings. It eventually shattered into pieces of leather armor the size of fingernails and was completely scrapped.
The sword energy still had 30% residual effects, and it tore Jiang Yan's Taoist robe into tatters, leaving bloody wounds on his limbs that were deep enough to see the bones.
Jiang Yan had enough elixirs on his body, and he threw another healing elixir into his mouth. In an instant, the scabs on his mouth closed and he returned to his original state.
It was just the pain from the sword wounds left by the sword energy on his limbs that impressed him deeply.
Jiang Yan raised his hand and changed into a new robe of a disciple of the Guiyi Sect, which completely covered his skin like mutton-fat white jade.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
I've been mentally exhausted recently, so this month's update may be unstable (meaning it occasionally stops for a day).
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