The stars are shining brightly tonight, and the dark night is as thick as velvet covering the divine city, making the little stars stand out.
Ji Ping'an put on his loose clothes and just walked to the wicker chair under the peach tree. Then he was stunned for a moment and found a beautiful figure sitting on it.
Xu Xiurong leaned his whole waist against the back of the chair, raised his legs, and placed them on the "footrests" hand-made by Ji Ping'an on the wicker chair.
The dark green skirt embroidered with fine patterns hangs down, revealing two slender calves and embroidered shoes.
The eyes are closed, and the long eyelashes are particularly clear.
One of the most uncomfortable things about Ji Ping'an's arrival in this world is that all women wear skirts. Even the female knights in the arena wear skirts with slits on both sides——
Well, I suddenly understood why during the liberation movement in later generations, women wearing pants would be considered a "sexy" label.
Probably because I can't see it normally.
"Why did you come to occupy the magpie's nest?" Ji Ping'an said speechlessly.
Xu Xiurong stretched his waist lazily, with obvious curiosity in his eyes on his fair and delicate face:
"I'm confused as to why you like to lie here so much. I tried it today and it's really comfortable. Hey... you said that the dove occupied the magpie's nest. Who else has sat on it?"
Disciple Ji... Ji Ping'an slandered and did not continue the topic, saying:
"The warden came here late at night, but he didn't come here to experience the chair."
"Tomorrow you have a decisive battle. I am your superior officer after all. Shouldn't I come over and take a look?" Xu Xiurong asked confidently.
Ji Ping'an smiled and said:
"Now that Mr. Xu has seen it, what else do you have to explain?"
Xu Xiurong looked at him for two seconds, stood up and said:
"Take you somewhere."
After leaving these words, he walked out of the courtyard. Ji Ping'an was confused, turned around and told Huang He, and followed him out.
The two walked silently through the Qintian Prison, one behind the other. Along the way, they encountered the patrolling Dianzhong and Diangu, who all stopped to walk and salute.
The buildings and intersections along the way are decorated with lanterns, giving you the feeling of wandering in a small town at night.
While walking, Xu Xiurong took the initiative to break the silence:
"Just now, I have heard the rumors from outside and are discussing tomorrow's competition. Many people feel that Chen Chuliang has a better chance of winning."
Ji Ping'an was not surprised and nodded: "I have seen his performance and it is indeed very strong."
This sentence was true and sincere, even with his harsh perspective after living for a thousand years, he felt that the other party was really powerful.
Xu Xiurong said deliberately:
"It's still being said outside that you relied on tactics to get to this point, but I'm afraid it won't be effective against Chen Chuliang tomorrow."
Ji Pingan nodded:
"In the face of absolute strength, any scheming is useless."
This truth was particularly profound to him when he was fighting against the God Emperor.
Folklore books always like to make up stories, portraying the "Great Zhou Imperial Preceptor" as a strategist, using various tactics to defeat more with less...
But in fact, he knew very well that the rules for using troops on the battlefield were nothing more than "attacking fewer with more".
How to divide the limited forces and make his own side occupy the majority on the local battlefield is something he has studied for many years.
Putting it on the ring is a measure of absolute strength.
When the other party's shortcomings and mistakes are almost blocked, there is little room for "flexing your muscles".
The female warden turned her head and glanced at him blankly, feeling a little tasteless:
"Aren't you angry? They slandered you so much and said a lot of unpleasant things."
Ji Ping'an smiled and said:
"Since what they said is right, why should you be angry? Besides, even if you want to refute, you should use actions instead of anything else."
Huh... the female warden Hou breathed out softly and said helplessly:
"It's not fun to talk to someone like you."
"Ah, is there any?"
"Of course!" Xu Xiurong was a little annoyed:
"You are obviously not very old, but you always look like you are not changing even if the mountain collapses. Do you know that it will look boring?"
Maybe there was no one around, or maybe they were really familiar with each other. When she spoke, she didn't have the slightest air of a prisoner, but more like the complaints of an ordinary person.
Well, if he really is the "personal descendant of the national master", he is indeed a peer.
Ji Ping'an thought, and it was interesting to see that the female warden Hou's angry look was actually a bit cute.
Xu Xiurong's face turned red when he stared at her, and she realized that she was too relaxed and had lost her official airs.
In the final analysis, they are not really officials who hang out in the temple. They are just hanging on to official positions and cannot develop official prestige, not to mention they have a gentle temper.
This can be seen from hanging out with the subordinates of Mu Yuan.
"However, it's actually not bad," Xu Xiurong turned his head and said softly, "At least you are much better now than when you first entered prison."
Ji Pingan asked curiously: "Have I changed?"
"Yes!" the female warden nodded and said, "Maybe it's because of your youth and your maturity. When I first saw you, this word came to mind. But you are much better now."
This is a euphemism. Translated, it means that one's "senior energy" has decreased and one's youthful energy has increased?
Ji Ping'an thought.
Not surprisingly, in the first two years after reincarnation, it was difficult to change the mentality. But again, a person's mentality and temperament are related to the environment and age.
Only those who have lived in the temple for a long time will have official authority. If you take off your official robe and leave it in the fields for a few years, your original temperament will be worn away.
Just like when I got along with Yu Yu, when I first met, I still had the mentality of an elder looking at the younger. Now... well, private chatting and joking has become the norm.
"That's it, that's pretty good." Ji Ping'an said with a smile.
Xu Xiurong rolled his eyes and said:
"I originally thought that you would be playing tomorrow, so you must be nervous, and worried that the gossip outside would put pressure on you, so I thought of coming to help you calm down. Now it seems that there is no need to worry."
Ji Ping'an blinked, shamelessly pretending to be young:
"I'm actually quite nervous."
"Ha." Xu Xiurong looked unbelieving, but he was relieved in his heart.
Although I don’t know where this guy’s confidence comes from, he does look confident.
But she still felt that she was the eunuch of Muyuan after all and could not "just sit back and enjoy the success".
Then he said: "You're nervous, that's just right. I also plan to give you this gun to sharpen in battle."
With that said, the two of them turned the corner and passed through a courtyard wall. The token on Xu Xiurong's waist flashed, and a formation barrier loomed in the air in front of them.
She led the latter over, and a lake in front reflected the stars in the sky.
Ji Ping'an looked strange, and then Xu Xiurong said calmly:
"This is Xingluo Lake. There is a formation at the bottom of the lake that can heal the body and mind. It will be good for you to take a dip in it."
"..." Ji Ping'an was silent for a moment, and some memory fragments surged up in his mind at an inappropriate time.
"I've taken a bath." He was silent for a moment and tried to struggle.
Xu Xiurong's face showed a hint of narrowness and said:
"It's not a conflict. Come on, take it off yourself. Don't get any ink marks."
Ji Ping'an felt that it was a mistake for him to come out: "I..."
Xu Xiurong blinked and grimaced:
"I am much older than you, so don't worry."
The two faced off silently. Seeing Ji Ping'an's face turning dark, Xu Xiurong smiled proudly, feeling happy in his heart that he finally succeeded in defeating this guy.
Well, just seeing how calm you look all day long, I thought there would be no other expression...
Xu Xiurong waved her hand with satisfaction, and the four-sided formation was activated. White mist enveloped the surroundings. She waved her hand and said:
"Who cares about you?"
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the fog.
Ji Ping'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head, not wanting to let down the other party's good intentions, so he took off his shirt and walked into the lake.
Outside the thick fog.
Xu Xiurong moved lightly, found a big stone and sat down, with his back to the direction of the lake, listening to the sound of water inside, and smiling silently.
Then his smile suddenly froze, and he keenly noticed something unusual:
Logically speaking, Ji Ping'an was here for the first time, but from beginning to end, he seemed very familiar and not surprised.
Is it because he has always been like this, or... In my mind, I suddenly remembered a night a few months ago, when I was taking a bath to heal my wounds, and I suspected someone was spying on me.
No way... Her hands on her skirt were clenched unconsciously, her heart was beating wildly, and she was startled by this nonsensical guess.
"No...impossible. He can't get in because of the huge formation." Xu Xiurong muttered silently, constantly comforting himself.
Just the sound of water in my ears is always disturbing.
…
…
Nancheng Residence, the residence of the Beast Control Sect.
In the luxurious room, the candles were bright, and on the mahogany coffee table, a beast-shaped incense burner burned quietly, releasing a trace of light green smoke.
Qi Hongmian was lying on the brocade. She was wearing a pure white silk pajamas, with several cushions on her lower back. She had removed the phoenix crown on her head, and her black hair was spread lazily.
Holding a book in his hand, he was listening to Luan Yu's report in the warm hall next door outside the bead curtain.
"So, Pojiu will take a break tomorrow? Give it to Ji Ping'an and that..."
"Chen Chuliang."
"Well, are you competing with this person for the leadership?"
"Yes." Luan Yu replied respectfully.
She seemed very humble, because the first half of the Grand Prize had come to an end, and the Beast Controlling Sect's ranking was not ideal.
Qi Hongmian raised his head. Perhaps because he had removed his clothes, his oval face had lost most of its majesty. As if he could see through the latter's thoughts, he said lightly:
"The competition is not the key. The highlight of the grand prize is always in the second half. The disciples below do not need to be depressed. They should know their shame and then be brave."
Luan Yu's body trembled and she hurriedly said: "I will convey it to them."
Qi Hongmian said "yes" and picked up the small book in his hand. When he saw Luan Yu retreating without any interest, he frowned and said:
"Anything else?"
Luan Yu looked hesitant, but still said:
"Master, what do you think the chances of winning tomorrow's season are safe?"
Qi Hongmian smiled and said:
"Why do you care about this guy? You just think he won you in a bet?"
Luan Yu didn't say anything, which was regarded as acquiescence, but in fact, it was Zhao Yuanyang who asked her to ask.
Qi Hongmian took a deep look at the female elder and said a little irritably:
"Chen Chuliang has a very strong foundation. If Ji Ping'an only has this ability, he will definitely be defeated."
When Luan Yu got the answer, she breathed out silently and stepped back respectfully.
After closing the carved door leaf tightly with both hands, she thought a little worriedly about how to tell Zhao Yuanyang.
From her perspective, Ji Ping'an had almost no chance of winning, unless he still had a hidden card. But at this stage, how could he hide it?
With many thoughts on her mind, she walked along the corridor to her bedroom. Under the night, the pillars cast shadows on the ground.
Arriving outside the house, Luan Yu was stunned for a moment and saw a small figure sitting on the steps.
Zhao Yuanyang put his legs together, hugged his knees, and buried his little face in his arms, as if he was asleep. He raised his head when he heard some movement, and murmured sleepily:
"Aunt Luan."
Luan Yu felt distressed for a while, walked over and babbled:
"It's cold at night, why did I fall asleep outside?"
Although, with the latter's cultivation level, he is not afraid of the cold at all.
Zhao Yuanyang rubbed his eyes and asked with expectation:
"What did the Master say?"
Luan Yu smiled and said, "Master said Ji Ping'an has a good chance of winning."
"Really?" Zhao Yuanyang's eyes lit up and he said happily:
"I just said he could do it, but Zhao Yuanji and the others said he would lose."
Luan Yu rubbed the little girl's hair sympathetically and said:
"Okay, let's go to bed. Have you gotten used to it recently? Do you want to sleep with aunt? In a few days, after the second half of the competition, we can go back to Lanzhou."
Zhao Yuanyang is too young. Although she always has a cold face and looks like a little adult, she is still a little girl.
Recognize the bed.
She was used to Lanzhou's bedroom, and she always had trouble sleeping after coming to Shendu.
"No need." Zhao Yuanyang stood up, yawned and pulled his shoes back.
Luan Yu shook his head and laughed, feeling a little sad:
It was clear that the little girl was the closest to him, but even after being saved once by that Ji Ping An, his elbow was crooked.
Uncomfortable.
…
Outside the gate of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, there are lanterns and colorful decorations.
Han Qingsong plucked up the courage and walked into the brothel. He saw people inside, singing, dancing and playing.
The girls and maids in the hall suddenly saw such a handsome scholar coming in. Their eyes lit up and they swarmed in, smelling the fragrance.
"Don't...don't touch me...a gentleman should not look at anything inappropriate..."
Han Qingsong's thin face turned red. He pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand and broke away from the female goblin with the other. He finally grabbed a young boy. The latter turned pale with fright and waved his hand:
"This young master, I don't accept guests."
Although this young man was very handsome and had the appearance of a boy and a girl, which made him a little attracted, he quickly gave up the damn idea.
Han Qingsong said with veins on his forehead:
"I'm looking for someone! Is Qin Leyou here?"
"Oh, you are looking for Mr. Qin." The young man breathed a sigh of relief and said with joy:
"Master Qin followed the oiran lady to the second floor."
Han Qingsong's face was as heavy as water, and he went straight to the second floor. Following the instructions, he arrived outside a certain bedroom. He heard the goblins fighting inside through the door. He couldn't help but blush, and raised his hand to slam the door:
"Bang bang bang."
"Who is it?" There was a pause in the sound of gunfire in the room, and then the sound of voices and footsteps.
Han Qingsong took half a step back and saw the door opened. Qin Leyou, who was handsome and tall, was wearing a thin shirt with his chest open. He was stunned for a moment and said:
"Junior brother?"
Han Qingsong said dullly: "Master sent me to look for you back, and you will compete with the Holy Son in the future, but today you still..."
Qin Leyou said awkwardly: "You just said you didn't find me...Eh?"
In the end, he was dragged away forcefully.
Only Xiang Ning, the courtesan, who was sitting sideways on the bed in the crack of the door, seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She watched the two people leave and muttered:
"The taste of human genius is really good."
On the cold street, two scholars walked with their hands folded, and the cold wind blew through the alley.
Qin Leyou sighed and looked depressed.
Han Qingsong was angry that he wouldn't argue, and at the same time he had some doubts about life:
Why is it that the one who saves the grand prize until the end is either a stallion or a bastard with some tricks on his mind?
This world of spiritual practice is about to end.
"Hey, junior brother, wait a minute." Just as he was passing by a gambling house, Qin Leyou suddenly became energetic and grabbed the former.
In his doubtful eyes, he spread his hands and said with a smile:
"Do you have any money? I can lend you some, senior brother."
Han Qingsong had a straight face and said sarcastically: "Didn't you take it with you when you went out?"
Seeing Qin Leyou's flattering face, the handsome and thin-skinned scholar sighed, handed out the money bag from his sleeve, and said curiously:
"What do you want the money for?"
Qin Leyou smiled: "Tomorrow's big prize is on the market, I'll bet on it."
"Who are you going to keep? Ji Ping'an?"
"Steady hands, Chen Chuliang." Qin Leyou thought for a while and said:
"Up to now, everyone's trump card has been exposed, but the disgusting thing about the painter is that he can use a different painting in every game. If it's not bad as I expected, Gao Mingjing must be holding back the bad."
Han Qingsong was convinced.
…
Ji Ping'an walked out of Xingluo Lake, activated the spirit element to evaporate the water, put on his clothes and walked out of the thick fog, when he saw Xu Xiurong was distracted.
"What are you thinking about?" Ji Ping'an asked in confusion.
"Ah?" Xu Xiurong was excited, his round shoulders shook, and he said slightly uncomfortably:
"No."
Weird... Ji Ping'an was confused, but didn't say anything and said with a smile:
"It does feel much better after taking a dip."
"That's good." Xu Xiurong released the formation, and the two of them walked back. Halfway through, the female warden suddenly asked coldly:
"There was nothing unexpected when you came here last time."
Ji Ping'an looked confused: "Last time? This is my first time here."
Really...Xu Xiurong exhaled silently, relieved, and said with a smile:
"Oh, I made a slip of the tongue."
He added casually: "It's getting late, do you have anything else to prepare?"
Ji Ping'an looked at the stars in the sky and shook his head.
With only the existing means, he was indeed not sure of defeating Chen Chuliang, so he was prepared to expose some of his trump cards.
It's not that it's for the reward of the leader, but that it will be exposed sooner or later, so it's time to take advantage of this opportunity, otherwise it would be hidden at this time, and it would only arouse suspicion when people discover it later.
"Well, you can't use magic weapons indiscriminately, and it's not in line with the rules of the Grand Prize. Otherwise, let's expose a few ways."
"There are too many trump cards. Which one is better to use? It's a headache."
…
…
A night of silence.
In the early morning, the grand prize continues. Today is the penultimate battle of martial arts. Although it does not get as much attention as "Broken Nine", it is still attractive enough.
Early in the morning, there were crowds of people inside and outside the Grand Viewpoint.
Recently, a business has been spawned, which records the fighting process and sells it, and the sales are very good.
When Qin Tianjian and his entourage entered, they immediately attracted many eyes.
"Ji Ping'an is here."
"Hey, Chen Chuliang from Mo Lin is here too."
In the area where Mo Lin was, Gao Mingjing's long sleeves were fluttering, and his expression could not be seen. He waited for the monks to arrive one after another under the pergola built by the royal family before he walked over.
Monk Xueting sat on the huanghuali wood chair and said with a smile:
"Mr. Gao, what do you think of today's victory or defeat?"
Gao Mingjing habitually wanted to brag, but suddenly thought of the last time when he was extremely happy and sad, he suddenly said from his heart:
"The battlefield is unpredictable. Gao doesn't dare to say victory, but he is more looking forward to it. Ji Sichen's tactics are still effective."
Li Guofeng snorted coldly, pretending not to hear the other party's innuendo, and said calmly:
"We'll see."
"Boom!"
At this time, the golden-armored guard below the stage rang the bell. When the audience was quiet, Fang said loudly:
"Enter the competition!"
"Master..." Huang He looked at Ji Ping'an who was standing up and wanted to say something, but he held back.
Mu Yaoyao clutched her snack bag and said, "I'll wait for you to come back for snacks."
Suddenly, the talisman in his pocket vibrated.
He took it out and saw that it was a message from Yu Yu, but it had no content, just a few ink dots.
He raised his head and saw the saint sitting in the stands opposite, raising her white chin and looking at him provocatively.
Luo Huaizhu came over. The girl looked at the wooden sword on Ji Ping'an's waist and handed over her Fangtian painted halberd:
"use this."
"..." Ji Ping'an said helplessly: "That's not necessary."
"Oh." The naive girl lowered her head in disappointment, then took a serious look at him and said:
"I'll wait for you to come back."
Ji Ping'an laughed and scolded: "It's like going to the battlefield, it's just a martial arts showdown."
Many star officials remained silent, thinking to themselves: What do you think?
This is a great reward from the gods.
Although it is not the second half that determines the outcome of the major sects, it is a stage for the younger generation of disciples of the Great Zhou Dynasty to become famous.
Even if they are only in the Qi-nurturing realm, whoever wins the title will soon have their reputation spread throughout the world, and even Southern Tang will pay attention.
Everyone knows the significance of this competition, after all, no one will remember the second place.
Only Ji Ping'an didn't care.
From beginning to end, it was just a game.
At this time, he jumped up and his figure suddenly floated towards the ring like a fallen leaf.
…
In the arena.
As soon as Ji Ping'an landed, he looked up at his opponent standing a few feet away.
As expected, Chen Chuliang has a "standard" painter's look:
He was wearing a slightly loose, somewhat dirty robe, with an ink pen hanging on his waist, and a loose cloth bag on his back, with several scrolls inserted diagonally in it.
His appearance was not unusual, just a little thin, but his eyes were particularly bright.
He took the lead and cupped his fists and raised his hands: "Ji Sichen, we meet again."
This line is somewhat familiar... Ji Ping'an thought for a while and then suddenly said:
"Were you there when Mo Lin performed martial arts?"
"..." Chen Chuliang was silent for a moment and smiled, "It seems that Ji Sichen has forgotten that I was indeed in Qingxing Garden at that time."
Ji Ping'an was a little embarrassed, but Chen Chuliang said:
"I had the honor to see you painting dragons that day, but today I have the opportunity to teach Si Chen what a real Mo Lin painter is."
As soon as these words came out, excited shouts suddenly came from the stands.
The people of Shendu and the martial arts warriors were extremely enthusiastic about the trash-talking session before the fight.
Obviously, Chen Chuliang was holding back his anger and wanted to regain the face he had lost in performing martial arts today.
Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "Then I'll wait and see."
At this time, the golden-armored guard rang the bell again, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn and solemn:
"The contest begins!"
As soon as the words fell, the two people on the field took action at the same time and moved their bodies backwards to distance themselves.
Ji Ping'an flicked his sleeve, and a handful of grass seeds fell lightly like rain. Then, the grass seeds penetrated into the soil.
In an instant, the originally yellow-brown soil turned into green and spread into a piece of green grass.
This is not the first time he has performed this surgical method, the purpose is to turn the arena into a home court.
The people in the stands were not surprised, and were even a little disappointed: as expected, there were no fresh methods.
Chen Chuliang reached into the bag behind him and grabbed a scroll in each hand.
Then he twisted his wrist:
"Crack!"
It was clearly just paper, but it made a crisp sound, like the cracking of jade, and then, in everyone's eyes, the two scrolls shattered and turned into mottled light spots.
In front of him, they condensed into two figures covered with halo.
The first statue is a two-meter-tall warrior monk with a shirtless upper body, shorts on the lower body, and bulging muscles.
The muscles all over his body are like cast steel, showing a bronze color. There are clear ring scars on the top of his head. His right arm is stretched out to the side. In his big hand, he holds a demon-subduing Zen staff with a sharp end and a hanging copper ring.
The second statue is an armored general, holding a moon-cutting sword, covered in chain mail, with firm brows, and covered with earthy yellow flames.
The moment the two figures appeared, there were a lot of exclamations on the stage.
"Buddhist Land King Kong!"
"Great Zhou Divine General Chen Xuanwu!"
Mo Lin's paintings all have prototypes, and people instantly recognize their identity.
What surprised them even more was that Chen Chuliang had not used these two paintings in previous battles.
However, Qu Chuchen once used one in Pojiu's competition.
"This is the scroll of Pojiu Realm! How did he draw it?" the Huoyuan Superintendent with red eyebrows and explosive temper said loudly.
The honest man Huang Chen's eyes fell on the painting of Chen Xuanwu, his face solemn.
Li Guofeng also suddenly turned his head.
Obviously, something was unexpected.
The corners of Gao Mingjing's mouth curled up slightly and he said calmly:
"Everyone knows that I, the painter Mo Lin, cannot use other people's works unless I reach a higher level. These two paintings were naturally painted by Chen Chuliang, but after all, they are in the state of nourishing qi and cannot reach Pojiu."
Paintings are like Star Official spells. For the same character, painters of different realms can display very different powers.
At the same time, because painting is closely related to state, at certain times, the artist can draw paintings that exceed his own limits based on his feelings.
These two paintings are the two strongest among the many scrolls stored by Chen Chuliang.
At the same time, it is similar to the control of pet beasts by the Beast Control Sect, but different from it, although Painter Mo Lin also needs to concentrate on controlling multiple paintings, it will not consume more spiritual elements.
Because the painting itself contains spiritual elements, there is a legend that the painter became angry and gods and Buddhas appeared all over the sky.
However, in order to avoid too much imbalance, the number of paintings carried into the ring is limited.
But despite this, as soon as the two paintings appeared, the hearts of everyone in Qintian Prison suddenly sank.
Secret passage is not good.
"Amitabha."
Master Xueting looked at the King Kong in the Buddhist allusion and legend with a little surprise and said:
"Ji Sichen is in trouble."
Sure enough, as the two "paintings" condensed, Chen Chuliang smiled proudly and raised his hand:
"go!"
Suddenly, the two "gods and Buddhas" moved at the same time.
The body made of Buddhist vajra copper juice made a sonic boom, and a golden thread was pulled out from the body, and it crashed towards Ji Ping'an, and the ring at the end of the Zen staff in his hand jingled.
The sharp tip plowed a scorched straight line on the grass, and the grass it touched withered and turned black.
Ji Ping'an's face was calm, and with a flick of his finger, the grass on the ground grew wildly, turning into light purple thorns and vines, and wrapped around King Kong crazily, but it was unable to stop the opponent's body.
The vines broke inch by inch, making a series of explosions, but they also succeeded in slowing down the latter.
Ji Ping'an took the opportunity to move to the other side with his body skills. At the same time, he threw out the wooden sword in his hand and punched the hilt of the sword.
"Woo!"
As soon as the wooden sword was smashed out, it turned into an afterimage. Centered on the sword body, a circular wave of air rolled up. The tip of the sword suddenly turned red. Then it opened the arc-shaped air shield and went straight towards Chen Xuanwu, who was coming to kill him.
"Chen Xuanwu" had no expression on his face, dragging his long knife across the floor, then raised his right fist and struck it out hard.
The earthy yellow flames all over his body flowed along his arms and into his fists, condensing into a light shield.
Ji Pingan gently moved the two fingers on his chest.
Suddenly, the wooden sword deflected from its trajectory and hit "Chen Xuanwu" in the chest.
"boom!!"
Amid the loud noise, the God General stopped moving on his heels and fell backwards with his upper body, his boots plowing out two striking marks in the soil.
A cloud of sparks shot out from the chainmail armor on the chest, making a metallic whining sound, but it was still intact——
The whole body of the Divine General is condensed with spiritual elements. If the spiritual elements are not exhausted, there will be no damage.
Correspondingly, the wooden sword was broken inch by inch.
The wood chips were scattered everywhere. Ji Ping'an raised his hand and was about to call back when the Buddhist monk's Zen staff next to him fell down like a toppling mountain.
Ji Ping'an had no choice but to give up and was quickly pulled away by two ivy vines. The place where he originally stood was hit by a thick Zen staff, causing the grass and trees to wither and the soil to fly.
The sword in the hand of the god next to him turned into a spear, and he threw it hard, grazing the corner of Ji Ping'an's clothes and hitting the edge of the ring hard.
"ah!"
A female official in the stands looked at the Yanyue knife that was stabbing straight at her and screamed.
The formation was activated, buzzing and trembling, and a nearly transparent air shield blocked the two. The long knife stabbed the air shield fiercely, causing ripples in circles.
Then, amidst people's exclamations, he flew back and slashed towards Ji Ping'an.
For a moment, the entire arena was filled with gusts of wind and roaring noises.
Painter Chen Chuliang stood in the distance, just like Ji Ping'an who had fought against Luo Ning - the painter was not good at close combat.
But in people's eyes, Ji Ping'an could only rely on his body skills to dodge, and had no power to fight back.
"It's over. It seems that Senior Brother can't beat him."
Mu Yaoyao's little hands clenched the brown paper bag so hard that her knuckles turned white.
"It's troublesome to teach. Chen Chuliang didn't give him a chance to use any tactics at all."
The members of the Tianbang team looked ugly:
"Painter Mo Lin doesn't care about the consumption of this kind of bombardment, but the teacher can't sustain it."
Is this guy still not good enough... Yu Yu sat upright, clearly wanting him to lose so that he could avenge his original revenge, but he really witnessed Ji Ping'an's dilemma.
But the worry could not be concealed on his small face.
"It looks like it's almost over."
Qin Leyou yawned boredly and stretched out his hand to press his waist.
I was already thinking about waiting for the competition to end and going to the gambling house to get back the silver.
"Let me tell you, in the face of absolute strength, scheming and tactics are meaningless!" A martial artist said firmly.
The surrounding warriors echoed, while the majority of people who supported Ji Ping'an looked worried, shook their heads and sighed.
However, unlike the people in the stands, Chen Chuliang in the field gradually felt that something was wrong.
He couldn't tell what was wrong, but his intuition told him that Ji Ping'an shouldn't be as defenseless as he appeared.
Rather than saying that he was "fleeing in panic", it would be better to say that he was deliberately observing.
Yes, observe.
Observe, calculate, and analyze the strength of the two paintings by inducing attacks.
"about there."
Ji Ping'an whispered softly, and suddenly saw that the two "gods and Buddhas" suddenly moved back in unison, making a warning gesture.
"Very smart." Ji Ping'an smiled, his green shirt fluttering, looking at the painter in the distance, and said:
"Your two paintings are good, how about mine?"
After he finished speaking, he flicked his robe sleeves, and immediately, in front of everyone's eyes, they saw a brilliant golden star, and a star as red as blood falling to the ground one after another.
Outside the endless sky, the two stars Taibai and Yinghuo rotate slowly.
Then, two "figures" also appeared in front of Ji Ping'an.
One statue, made of gold and white intertwined lightning - the golden demon puppet.
One, condensed by lava-like red flames - the fire demon puppet.
In addition, the third wooden demon puppet slowly climbed up.
All of a sudden, all three series of star officials' spells came out, and Chen Chuliang's expression suddenly changed.
In the stands, Li Guofeng, Xu Xiurong, and Fang Liuhuo suddenly stood up and looked at the ring in shock, with expressions of disbelief.
There was an uproar in the Grand Observatory.
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ps: typos should be corrected first and then...tired
(End of chapter)
