Mingxuan was a little confused by Ye Qiao's words, "What do you mean?"
Would adding a duck make it look friendly? Is Ye Qiao serious about what he said?
Ye Qiao smiled slightly: "Guess."
Mingxuan's eyes were filled with confusion and he couldn't figure it out.
In the end, the other three sects chose to abstain. As expected, only two sects, Changming Sect and Wenjian Sect, could participate in this competition.
One red and one white, the two have distinct costumes.
The little prince raised his head, looked at them quietly for a few seconds, and said in a serious voice, "The two strongest sects among the five sects are actually your sect."
As far as he knew, only the strongest sects were qualified to compete to determine the winner. One was the Wenjian Sect, and the other turned out to be the Changming Sect. This was beyond his expectation.
And his father also said that you cannot make enemies of the strong.
"Don't take it one by one from you." Mu Chongxi turned around and corrected him: "We belong to the Changming Sect."
The little prince thought for a while, thinking about Ye Qiao's words, and nodded to express friendship: "I know Duck."
"..." Mingxuan was stunned, and then almost fell to the ground laughing.
He finally understood what Ye Qiao's inexplicable purpose was. Is she so happy to deceive an honest person?
The exchange below could not escape the ears of the sect masters above. Qin Fanfan hesitated, "Why does this little prince talk so...?" How stupid.
The leader of the Wenjian Sect twitched his lips, looked at the group of disciples below, and after reasoning for a moment, he came to the conclusion: "I must have learned it from Ye Qiao!"
If something goes wrong, it must be taught by Ye Qiao.
The leader of the Wenjian Sect told the monks next to him with a cold expression, "Let him play less with Ye Qiao these days."
After all, the prince of the dragon clan was led astray by Ye Qiao again. I can't explain it after I go back.
After getting on the competition stage, the two sects stood on their own feet and simply assigned each other's partners this time. The competition stage is large, with enough space for them to compete separately.
What is unexpected is that in the end, Chang Mingzong actually left Xue Yu to Mingxuan for protection.
You must know that neither Ye Qiao nor the other two are more suitable to protect Xue Yu than Ming Xuan, a talisman cultivator.
"The Changming Sect's approach is always beyond our expectations."
Qin Huai made a rational analysis: "The Changming Sect does not have the advantage this time."
Zhou Xingyun was one against two, Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan, and Ming Xuan also had to drag along an alchemy cultivator. Only Mu Chongxi was in a slightly better situation. He and Chu Xingzhi could fight to a draw, and no one could do anything to the other.
Duan Hengdao shook his head, "Not necessarily." Alchemy cultivation does not mean it has no effect.
The point is that weapon cultivation and alchemy cultivation have similar functions. They both provide equipment. It is useless to deny that the role of alchemy cultivation is not equivalent to their weapon cultivation.
"I don't know what the Changming Sect's strategy is this time."
Shen Zi touched her chin slightly, "According to my conclusion from observing them for so long, they are quite good at playing. I hope they can win this time. At the very least, this opportunity cannot be given up to Wenjian Sect."
It should be said that the Wenjian Sect is indeed inferior to the Changming Sect in terms of popularity.
"I can't understand why I left the alchemy cultivator under the protection of a talisman cultivator." Song Hansheng lowered his eyebrows and thought, "Is this a deliberate provocation?"
Forgive me, this is the only intention he can think of from the Changming Sect.
It's like if you don't seek death and disgust your opponents, they will feel uncomfortable all over.
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Ye Qinghan kneaded the secret formula, and the advanced sword secret formula took shape. He held the Water-Breaking Sword in his hand. It looked effortless. He was worthy of being the number one in the Wenjian Sect.
"Ye Qiao, your opponent is me." Ye Qinghan stopped her with a cold blue sword, his voice cold.
The remaining two members of Wenjian Sect are also very difficult to deal with.
In terms of individual strength, they are indeed mediocre, but when they join forces, they can fight across realms.
Even Zhou Xingyun couldn't decide the winner quickly in a one-on-two match. Team battles were ever-changing, and no one could guarantee what the opponent's next move would be.
Ming Xuan walked onto the stage with a miserable expression on his face. When he saw his opponent, his expression became even more wilted.
I wish you sorrow.
A direct descendant whose strength is by no means weak.
Moreover, at certain times, the young junior sister of Wenjian Sect was quite cold and decisive. When the sword cultivators started fighting, they politely tested each other, but Zhu You directly hit him with his sword.
Showing mercy to Fu Xiu is tantamount to laying the root of disaster.
Mingxuan must not be given any chance to set up a formation. Zhu You knew this well. When he moved his wrist, the sword light was piercing and his face was extremely cold.
As the defensive talisman in his hand was chopped down by the girl Luo Shuijian more than a dozen times and shattered into pieces, Mingxuan's expression became colder.
The sword wind pierced the arm mercilessly, Mingxuan's expression remained unchanged, and with a flick of his fingertips, six talismans in his sleeves floated at the same time, surrounding the girl.
Zhu You's vision was disturbed by several talismans. The talismans formed a pale golden halo and tightened suddenly. His eyes were quick and his hands were about to break one of them. The sword energy solidified and broke the talisman in front of him.
Ming Xuan took this opportunity to shrink back with Xue Yu.
The two had a brief exchange
As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will never die if he is a poor Taoist.
Mingxuan said sincerely: "Go to hell, Third Junior Brother, I will avenge you."
Xue Yu quickly replied: "Thank you."
But he still wanted to struggle.
And they didn't arrange this intentionally to seek death or provoke the Sword Sect. They really had other plans this time.
Ye Qinghan really wanted to win.
He didn't care about his demeanor, so he picked Ye Qiao, whom he wanted to beat the most.
The moment the competition began, the two of them fought. The young man's eyes were cold and flashed with cold light. As he pressed down, the sword edge became tighter and tighter. The stress point was too heavy and the sword technique was too powerful. Ye Qiao stepped on it. The ground sank a little,
Ye Qiao's inheritance of prediction system was activated, and he took the lead in defending. The sword energy filled Bu Jianjun in his hand, and the black filaments that could not be caught by the naked eye intercepted the sword energy and stopped it at the vital point to block it.
"It's the sword intention of the founder of Wenjian Sect."
The two sects have their own characteristics in terms of sword techniques. Zhou Xingyun used the sword intention that was most in line with the ancestor of the Changming Sect. The young man's sword was clear wind and bright moon, and the light and cold sword energy knocked the two swordsmen to the edge.
"It's a bit strange that the founder of Changming Sect didn't choose Ye Qiao?" Chengfeng Sect was surprised.
When Qin Huai returned to his clan, he had already informed them of what had happened in the inheritance land. Ye Qiao had obtained the Precognition System. To be honest, this was somewhat beyond their expectations.
"Maybe it's not necessary."
The Cangsheng Taoist Master, if he really wants Ye Qiao to accept his will, he has to weigh whether the Taoist God is happy or not.
In this situation, it can only be said that Ye Qiao is both lucky and unlucky, as he cannot even get the inheritance from his ancestor.
The shape of the Luoshui Sword changes in countless ways, one inch longer and one inch shorter. Zhu You is obviously not the kind of fool who is easily deceived. He keeps an eye on Ming Xuan's movements. The duel between the two Fu Xiu is completely one-sided. She doesn't know how to use it. In Xue Yun's eyes, as long as the most troublesome Ming Xuan is eliminated, Ye Qiao is assigned to the sword cultivator camp. The use of talismans and formations is not allowed. It will be much easier to fight next.
Xue Yu dodged left and right to avoid the long sword that was poking at him. Chang Ming Zong couldn't do anything else, so his avoidance skills were full.
Stepping lightly on the breeze, his figure was ethereal. Zhu You missed several hits in a row and turned around to attack Mingxuan.
Mingxuan folded the fan and swayed slightly at his fingertips, and the engraved curse seals were shot out. The powerful curse seals scattered in all directions, injuring Zhu You.
Zhu You condensed slightly, and there was actually a curse seal.
This is what she hates about Fu Xiu, there are so many ways to do it.
She completed the sword technique, and the white sword shadow took shape, ready to send the two of them on the road together at once.
"Xue Yu." Mingxuan, whose eyes were wandering around, suddenly shouted, "Do it."
Zhu You was slightly stunned.
Xue Yu?
Why would he, an alchemy cultivator, do anything? Smash them?
With this slightly casual attitude, Zhu You just paid attention to the surrounding movements to prevent Xue Yu from being caught off guard and rushing up to hit him on the head a few times.
Until the sharp stinging pain came from her calm consciousness, Zhu You realized that something was wrong. She subconsciously put up a defensive posture, and was hit in the face by the Mingxuan Talisman. The sharp Talisman turned into several vines and tightened around her. Hold her wrist.
Zhu You clenched the sword tightly, and burst out with a violent light to break away from the talisman. Ming Xuan was waiting for her to use this sword technique. The moment the sword was released, Zhu You realized that something was wrong and subconsciously turned his head to look. Mingxuan happily hugged Luo Shuijian and shamelessly threw it into the mustard bag under Zhuyou's dumbfounded gaze.
The young man turned his head and smiled, "Thank you."
Very noisy.
Zhu You's face changed slightly, and he suddenly understood the purpose of Changming Sect's grouping this time.
Lower their vigilance, attack in the east and west again, and steal the opponent's natal sword in one go?
She cursed countless curses in her mind, and with a cold look on her face, she took out the long-lost Xuan Sword from the mustard bag and said in a cold voice, "You are dead."
Duan Yu was slightly surprised, "Is this the legendary consciousness attack? It's the first time I've seen it."
Xie Chuxue laughed, "So don't underestimate Dan Xiu."
The harmless alchemy cultivator has a spiritual consciousness that far exceeds that of the sword cultivator.
The spiritual consciousness of alchemists after the Nascent Soul stage is really extremely aggressive, but since the people in the field are all in the Nascent Soul stage, Xue Yu can only contain them for a second or two.
A second or two was enough for the other four.
Can't beat them. Can't we still take away their swords?
Ye Qiao had been passively defending, and Ye Qinghan was not prepared to give her too much room to operate. He forced her to the edge of the competition stage. The sound of swords clashing and rubbing could be heard, with murderous intent.
At this moment, spiritual turmoil occurred on the competition stage. The movements of the five Wenjian Sect members, including Ye Qinghan, were all disturbed until they came to a standstill. Ye Qiao immediately hit Ye Qinghan's abdomen with a blow, and the cold light flickered. Inject spiritual energy into the downward pressure.
A sharp slash struck, and the sword focused on his wrist. The fifth move of Qingfeng Jue was too fast. Ye Qinghan blocked it with his sword. The power of this sword move was too strong and caused the Shuishui Sword to escape.
Ye Qinghan didn't take it seriously at first, and wanted to call the spirit sword into his palm with his backhand. Mu Chongxi, who was fighting with Chu Xingzhi, raised his head, stepped on the breeze, and used the force to kick Chu Xingzhi in the chest, stepping into the air, "Bye bye you."
After getting rid of the difficult opponent, Mu Zhongxi threw himself in the direction of the Water-Breaking Sword in a move that no one expected. With a sharp kick, he swept away the Water-Breaking Sword and crashed into Ye Qiao's position in mid-air. The sound was clear and clear, "Little junior sister, catch it!"
This is the countermeasure they agreed on early on.
Divine consciousness attacks require time coverage and precise control. Only Xue Yu, the only non-combatant, is the most suitable to carry out spiritual consciousness attacks. Together with Ming Xuandai, they can greatly weaken Xue Yu's threat.
Ye Qiao grabbed the Broken Water Sword and hid on the ground. Three sword lights fell like thunderbolts, setting off a dazzling cold light.
The snow-white sword light was dazzling. With a move of her wrist, the Broken Water Sword stopped Chu Xingzhi's domineering sword energy and sneered: "What? Are you angry from embarrassment?"
The Shuishui Sword was particularly honest under Ye Qiao's control. Chu Xingzhi's face turned dark when he saw this scene.
Damn it! ! ! A mere Broken Water Sword actually dared to betray his senior brother.
These people discussed for a long time and first let Xue Yu and Ming Xuan cooperate and get involved. The main goal was to steal someone's natal sword? !
"So, this is still possible?" The little prince of the Dragon Clan was dumbfounded. After learning, he quickly remembered this knowledge point in his mind.
In a team fight, you must first grab the enemy's sword so that the enemy has no sword to use.
"In fact, among our five sects, only the Changming Sect is like this." The leader of the Wenjian Sect explained calmly, fearing that the reputation of the five sects would be harmed for no reason again.
Chu Xingzhi cursed: "You are shameless."
"Come on." Mu Chongxi hooked her hand at him and smiled provocatively: "My natal sword is in my hand. If you grab it, you win."
He had to be responsible for restraining Chu Xingzhi, otherwise Chu Xingzhi would act like a mad dog and ignore him, and it would be difficult for Ye Qiao to use it.
Chu Xingzhi immediately forgot about his elder brother who had lost his life sword, and rushed forward like a tiger pouncing on prey, "Seeking death!"
The snow-white sword light intertwined with the red sword shadow. The head-on battle between two direct descendants with the same inheritance and the same realm attracted the attention of many elders.
Even the little prince looked over, Baozi's face wrinkled slightly, "It is the inheritance of our dragon clan."
The fight between the two was merciless, and it was heart-wrenching to hear.
It seemed that the monk's power was not as fragile as he thought.
The collision of forces between the two caused slight cracks in the barrier, and the devastating attack burst out causing cracks on the competition stage. The light ball exploded and the aftermath forced the two people inside to separate. Neither of them could do anything to the other at the moment.
Ye Qiao's operation was all about surprise. Ye Qinghan could imagine that Ye Qiao would be cruel to him the moment he was attacked by his spiritual consciousness. He had enough experience in this kind of thing.
But instead of taking action, they chose to join forces with Mu Chongxi to grab the sword.
Ye Qinghan looked at the empty scabbard at his waist and the missing natal sword. For the first time in his life, he felt the urge to curse: "..."
Fuck you, bandits.
