Unlike the domineering and fierce punches of the servant in green, Ji Ping'an's fists showed no power at all when they came out.
In fact, due to little effort, the left hand with well-proportioned joints, fine skin and tender flesh, and neatly manicured nails appears to be as "powerless" as a scholar.
In sharp contrast to the martial artist who has been practicing boxing for many years.
This loose fist can only be described as "fancy fists and embroidered legs", but the green-clothed servant did not dare to be careless, and his eyes suddenly became alert.
The two sides had just played hundreds of rounds, and he had already formed a basic impression of Ji Ping'an:
His cultivation level is not high, but he has extremely fine control over his techniques, has some special body skills, and has a very deep understanding of martial arts.
If this kind of person suddenly says "I won't hide anymore", will he believe it?
But he didn't think so much about how strong the opponent's punch was.
He prefers a certain tactic or pretense, such as pretending to punch, but in fact he is still moving and dodging... This is the judgment made by an experienced martial artist.
"Well done!" However, with many thoughts running through his mind, he still chose the response of attacking the mountain head-on with his movements like a dragon.
The Twelve Bronze Fists take the powerful Vajra Fist intention, advance without retreating, and deliver a punch that will either kill you or cripple you. In many cultivation systems, it follows the path of "breaking the law with force".
The servant in green suddenly exerted his strength, and with a bang, the green bricks at his feet shattered like a spider web.
It was like a strange bird swooping down on Ji Ping'an, vowing to punch this troublesome young man into the ground.
Ji Ping'an didn't hide or evade, he just raised his fist to meet him.
One is slightly "weak and delicate", and the other is rough in joints, which is in sharp contrast.
"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, the two men exchanged fists brazenly. The green-clothed servant was stunned for a moment, and was surprised that the other party actually did not dodge, and just "stopped hiding" as he said.
Then there was ecstasy. With the warrior's unruly attitude, he was confident that this punch would be enough to defeat the opponent.
Wood star officials are good at healing, but not good at attacking and defending. This is common sense that everyone knows.
However, the next second, the expected blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the screams and violent retreat did not happen. In fact, there was not even a wave of air where the two fists collided.
The ancient well has no waves.
wrong!
Warning signs rose in the green-clothed servant's heart, and his color changed in horror at Ji Ping'an's pitiful eyes.
A sharp and sharp force tore open his right fist, which was comparable to stone, poured into the meridians of his arm, and spread towards his shoulder like a torrent.
"Bang bang bang!"
In the low crackling sound, the bronze skin of his arms first shook like water waves, and then like a split bamboo pierced by an iron spear, the skin was chapped, the blood vessels were broken, and the white bones were looming.
"This is not the wood element..." The green-clothed servant was horrified.
Ji Ping'an seemed to have a glimpse of his thoughts and said calmly:
"Who said Muyuan Star Officer can't use metal magic?"
His body is indeed a bit weak, and his martial arts foundation is pitifully weak, but the key to his punch is not the strength, but the Taibai Starlight.
Among Qiyao, Taibai is the best at attacking, but the opponent's strength is not enough to restrain his "method".
How can it be? !
The servant in green's pupils dilated. According to the information he had, the opponent was an "innate wood phase", so how could he use metal spells?
The information is wrong!
The moment this thought arose, the overwhelming force crashed into his chest.
"Poof!" He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body disappeared in an instant with a rumbling sound.
If someone looked down from the sky, they would find that a long straight line was torn open on the garden ground here, and the green-clothed servant who was knocked back with a punch hit the rockery hard.
After finally stopping the momentum, his legs were already stuck in the ground.
Walk!
Without any hesitation, he twisted around and tried to escape, but then he was shocked to find that the yellow mud under his feet had softened and flowed, making it difficult to remove his feet.
In the distance, Ji Ping'an's left fist was extended with five fingers.
The flames that had previously exploded and scattered on the ground floated up, piercing through his internal organs in the blink of an eye.
"Earth element... fire element..." The green-clothed servant was so stunned that he couldn't understand what he was thinking.
But he no longer had the chance to think about asking. The luster in his eyes was extinguished, his head hung softly on his chest, and he remained standing leaning on the rockery.
Ji Ping'an, who had mobilized the power of Zhen Xing and Ying Huo Star, was also a little tired. He exhaled slowly, walked closer, looked at the corpse, and frowned.
Sensed something was wrong.
"You're going to die now?"
If others heard this sentence, they would probably yell at Versailles. You must know that just this seemingly simple method is enough to say "invincible in the realm of nourishing qi".
But Ji Ping'an's focus is not here.
This killer was indeed stronger than the boatman in Baidi back then, but not much better than the assassin in the tea house.
Although it can be deduced from logic that the "female" demon assassin that day was also enough to kill him, but she was just unlucky and bumped into the ruler, but...
"It's still a little weak, but this kind of strength is not enough for me to foresee danger two days in advance."
Ji Ping'an fell into thinking.
"Also, although the other party is trying its best to suppress the noise, the noise just now is already quite loud. It stands to reason that even if they are farther away, the others should have discovered it. Not to mention arriving immediately, but why hasn't even a starlight risen?"
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows and looked at the slightly gray starry sky above his head.
The surrounding gardens were extremely quiet, not even an insect chirped.
As his thoughts swirled, he raised his hand and took out the astrolabe, made some deductions, and was surprised to find that the directions of the stars in the sky had shifted.
The experienced Ji Pingan had a guess in his mind:
"Unless someone has arranged a formation similar to a barrier to block this area."
"But if there is someone hiding in secret, why haven't you taken action yet?"
"Unless...this ambush is not entirely aimed at me, or in other words, I am not the key."
As his thoughts turned, Ji Ping'an's eyes suddenly filled with starlight, and a star map was outlined in the depths of his pupils.
In an instant, the world in his eyes changed.
Thin, dark gray almost black mist floated in the silent garden, and under the dirty starry sky overhead, there was an invisible net.
And the position I am in is the edge of the "net", and the real center is still deeper.
Exhaling slightly, his eyes returned to normal.
He stuffed the ruler into his inner pocket and grasped it with his fingers.
Not far away, a bamboo broke on its own, and the branches seemed to be cut off with a knife, leaving only a straight bamboo stick, which jumped into the young man's hand.
Who can resist a straight stick?
With this thought in his mind, Ji Ping'an smiled and pointed at the corpse with his bamboo stick.
The fine starlight shook off, stimulating the remaining vitality of the corpse, and the wounds squirmed and healed.
This was done to cover up the person's "method of death", or to erase the traces of his wounds, to prevent anyone from inferring his abilities based on his injuries.
Immediately, Ji Ping'an closed his eyes, raised his resident bamboo stick, then dropped it, hitting the path paved with bluestones.
Make a "click" sound.
With the bamboo stick as the center, circles of light earth-yellow light slowly spread out, like ripples in a lake, layer upon layer, spreading silently in all directions.
Ji Ping'an turned his head and closed his eyes to look in a certain direction. Information elements emerged in his mind one by one, piecing together a completely new world.
"Got you."
Ji Ping'an raised the corners of his mouth and walked away with a bamboo stick.
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In another garden far away from the lights of the crowd, two figures, one large and one small, walked silently.
"How far is it?" Zhao Yuanyang suddenly asked.
The servant at the front said: "It's not far, it's just ahead."
Zhao Yuanyang stopped. The pretty girl had a straight face and doubts in her eyes. Although she was young, she was not stupid.
I didn't feel anything bad at first, but the further I walked, the more I felt something was wrong.
The servant in front turned around, also holding a lantern in his hand.
He was taller and thinner, and the lantern was so low that half of his face was buried in shadow:
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Yuanyang said expressionlessly: "I'm not going."
The servant seemed to smile, and then suddenly there was wind blowing around, accompanied by dark gray and almost black mist.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding mountains, rocks, streams, pavilions and pavilions were swallowed up, and even the bright stars above were dimmed.
The red lantern swayed in the wind. Zhao Yuanyang's face changed, and he saw the servant in front of him "split" in the middle.
It's like shedding, a soft human skin being torn apart.
A "person" with abnormally pale skin, thin cheeks, and red eyes emerged.
His mouth opened in a wide arc, and a slender, forked tongue slowly stuck out.
Monster clan!
Zhao Yuanyang's pupils shrank suddenly, but the little girl did not panic like her peers. Without any hesitation, a brass token slipped out of her sleeve.
The token whirled and fell, hitting the stone slab at his feet with a "ding" sound. It was like cutting into tofu, and it penetrated half an inch into the stone.
At the same time, strands of light emerged from the token and condensed into a fish with a strange shape.
It is azure in color, its fins are slightly longer like a small fan, its eyes are crystal clear, and its tail slowly swings, with wrinkles appearing in the space.
All living beings within a ten-foot radius felt a sense of sleepiness coming over them.
Green Underworld Fish has the ability to create and travel through dreams.
While sacrificing his pet beast, the demon killer in front of him lost focus, yawned uncontrollably, and his eyelids drooped.
Zhao Yuanyang let out a "haha" and raised his hand in disdain:
"Little fish, bite it!"
The Green Underworld Fish swayed and swayed, and in the blink of an eye it swelled to the point that it could cover the sky and the sun. The fish's open mouth was tens of feet high, and it swallowed the killer and half of the surrounding garden in one gulp.
Of course, this is not reality, but a dream and hallucination, but as long as those who live in it believe it deeply, their souls will be swallowed up.
Become nourishment for the Green Underworld Fish.
"The little girl is really good, she is very decisive in her actions." Suddenly, applause came, and Zhao Yuanyang was startled, as if waking up from a dream, and suddenly found that the surrounding scenery had changed.
He still stood there, still holding the token in his little hand, and never threw it out.
The garden was still intact, and the demon killer with pale skin stood in front with a smile, the lantern in his hand still swaying.
"Hallucination!" Zhao Yuanyang was shocked, realizing that he had unknowingly fallen into the "dream" created by the other party.
Obviously, the killer on the opposite side was also good at this. Thoughts were running wildly in Zhao Yuanyang's little head, and the methods of fighting the enemy taught by Luan Yu in the past emerged one by one, and then slowly settled down.
Her face became more solemn, she turned her wrist and threw out another token.
"Boom!"
In the dancing light, a giant bear with pure and flawless hair woke up from his sleep and stepped out.
The ground beneath his feet instantly sunk, with the bear's paw as the core, and frost and snow suddenly blew up from the ground.
"Click..."
In the night wind, snowflakes slowly fell from the sky. Fluttering and fluttering.
The temperature plummeted, and the vegetation on the ground was frozen, covered with a shallow layer of "white."
The demon killer seemed to have finally become serious. Green flames flowed from his eye holes and ignited the ground along his legs, blocking out the falling snow and cold.
"Roar!"
With a deep roar, the giant bear, which looked like a white snow mountain, slapped its palm towards the ground, and ice picks rose up from the ground, spreading towards the monster killer ahead.
The latter bent his knees and jumped to avoid the ice pick. The lantern in his hand was swaying. He took a deep breath and blew it hard. The blazing flames poured down and flooded the ground.
But in the blink of an eye, the fire wave was split.
The main pet beast, shrouded in illusory layers of light, is obviously not comparable to the minor "Blue Underworld Fish". Its body is getting bigger and bigger, and the bear's paws wrapped in the wind and snow pull out the afterimage as fast as lightning.
The monster killer was forcefully shot away and embedded in the courtyard wall. Amidst the smoke and dust, as soon as he pulled it out, he saw a giant bear covering his head.
Suddenly, the two sides were fighting.
But a more accurate description would be to be unilaterally crushed.
In just a few dozen breaths, the entire garden was razed to the ground by the former.
Zhao Yuanyang stood in the distance, with joy in his eyes, thinking that the killer was too weak, and he just resisted the beating. It seemed that the demon race was not as powerful as Aunt Luan said.
Thinking of this, her little face suddenly froze, and she suddenly realized something was wrong.
Without much hesitation, she dropped the "Blue Underworld Fish" token for the second time - she didn't use it just now because controlling both ends at the same time would give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.
In the blink of an eye, the green fish gathered together, and as its tail swung, wrinkles appeared in the messy garden around it.
Zhao Yuanyang woke up with horror, and was shocked to find that the messy garden had returned to its original state.
The monster killer was still standing in his original position, with no trace of blood on his body.
He still held the lamp in his hand, but his already pale face became paler.
There was no fire under their feet, but there was indeed a layer of white frost.
There was a strong white bear standing in front of the little girl, but it seemed to be asleep, with white flames rising from its body, and it maintained an offensive posture, but remained motionless.
The blue azure fish lay beside her, staring at each other as if facing a formidable enemy. Its tail kept swaying, tearing apart the layers of dreams.
"You are still too young and your experience is too shallow. Now that you are aware of the first level of dreams, you should know that there can be second and third levels." The monster killer said with a smile.
Zhao Yuanyang's voice trembled slightly:
"This is not your power!"
Her eyes were locked on the swaying lamp in the other person's hand, and she was slightly absent-minded, and then she was immediately awakened by the tail of the green fish swimming next to her.
"Snapped!"
The little girl felt the pain on her cheek and forced her eyes away. Her face became extremely solemn and she said coldly:
"But it's not too late to wake up now."
The Green Underworld Fish was enough to help her stop falling into the hallucination, and the Snowfield Bear could still tear it into pieces.
The monster killer sighed and said:
"You are such a tough-talking little girl. I don't know how it tastes. Is it delicious?"
The sharp teeth in his grinning mouth flashed and he said:
"If you don't have enough confidence, do you think I will take the risk?"
He suddenly snapped his fingers. Zhao Yuanyang suddenly lost his vision and could no longer see anything. The surrounding area was dark.
The little girl was shocked and suddenly thought of the records in the sect's classics about a certain magic that could block the five senses.
She suddenly understood why her pet beast stopped moving:
"You have sealed its senses!"
"The answer is correct, but there is no reward." The demon killer said with a smile, took a step slowly, and snapped his fingers for the second time.
Zhao Yuanyang suddenly lost his sense of smell, and the smell in the wind disappeared.
She backed away in fear, wanting to release the other beasts, but was shocked to find that the spiritual energy in her body was falling crazily.
She understood that the snow bear whose senses had been blocked was trapped in a layer of dreams, and was constantly extracting her power to fight against the powerful enemies in the dream.
She started shouting, calling Luan Yu, trying to attract outsiders' attention.
"Stop struggling. For tonight, we have deployed two magic weapons. This place has been separated. It not only blocks the sound and spiritual energy fluctuations, but also sets up a maze around the perimeter. Even if they are detected, they want to find the correct location. It will also take some time.”
The tall and thin killer spoke calmly and with a victorious smile, he slowly approached and snapped his fingers for the third time.
"ah……"
Zhao Yuanyang opened her mouth wide, but could not make any sound. Her hearing was also blocked, so that her language ability was also deprived.
In her consciousness, she is gradually losing contact with the world.
When a person cannot see the world, hear sounds, smell, or taste... it means entering another form of death.
Zhao Yuanyang, who was left with only the sense of touch, had fear on her delicate and cute little face. She realized that the other party had arranged many means to kill her.
When I walked into this garden, I was like a bug caught in a spider's web. I could only struggle in vain, waiting for death to approach.
For a long time in the past, she thought she was strong.
Because she is very young, she can tame powerful beasts.
Because of the difficult-to-master skills within the sect, she could learn them after seeing them once.
Because the opportunity that countless disciples dreamed of, to participate in the Grand Prize of the City of Gods, was within easy reach for her.
The contestants from the other five sects are not as old as her.
But it wasn't until this moment, facing a truly powerful enemy, that she realized how naive her previous thoughts were.
Before her eyes appeared Luan Yu, who was like a mother, and then Zhao Yuanji, who disliked each other.
Because of her withdrawn personality, she didn't have many friends in the family, and because she lost her relatives when she was young, she racked her brains before she died and could only think of these two people.
But neither Aunt Luan nor brother are here, and they don't even know that they are in danger and about to die.
This made the little girl want to cry.
Even if you give up on yourself, do you think that even if you die, no one will care?
However, at this moment, in despair, she suddenly "heard" a voice.
It's not "listening", it's the resonance derived from spiritual elements.
It was as if there was a force in the distance that was constantly shaking the ground, resonating with the spiritual essence in her body through the soil under her feet and the starlight she was bathed in.
That voice is:
"Tuk!"
"Tuk!"
"Tuk!"
It sounded like a bamboo stick hitting the ground.
In the quiet and dark garden, the tall and thin monster killer holding a lantern stopped, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.
He suddenly raised his head, glanced past Zhao Yuanyang, and looked behind her.
In the dark gray almost black mist, a figure gradually became clear.
It was a young man, wearing Si Chen's official robe. He had his eyes closed and his face was calm and peaceful. He was holding a bamboo stick in his hand and tapping the ground gently.
It makes a sound of "click" and "click".
At a certain moment, the sound suddenly stopped because Ji Ping'an opened his eyes.
He looked at the situation in the field, his eyes seemed a little surprised, then he smiled and said shyly:
"Excuse me, this garden is too big and I'm a little lost. Where is the banquet hall?"
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