Qi Yunrong is a body of spiritual integration. Not only is he physically strong, he is also sensitive to subtle fluctuations in spiritual power.
Nowadays, many Ning Yuan Cai heads have been taken down by the monks, and various competitions are in full swing. However, Qi Yunrong's heart is always a little dull, as if there is some indescribable aura tightly entwining around her, but after she carefully identifies it, , but still can’t tell the details.
She noticed that the monks who stepped onto the fighting platform had their steps heavier than before after sitting down. Others might explain this by saying they were exhausted from fighting hard, but she thought it was just a slight lack of concentration in the eyes of the defeated. The monk who won the precious prize is still a little depressed, which may not be explained by exhaustion alone.
However, after the monks sat down at the table, it didn't take long for them to adjust their breaths and return, and their expressions were still as usual. When Qi Yunrong saw this, he couldn't find a reason to speak, and instead became a little confused.
But the phenomenon that can be found is that the longer she stays on the battlefield, the more depressed her expression becomes. She has scruples and has no choice but to stop Ji Ling.
"Knowing yourself and your enemy will make you safe in a hundred battles. You might as well take a look at their strength first, so that you can find their weak points and defeat them with one blow."
This was not Qi Yunrong's usual style. Ji Ling pursed her lips slightly and slumped down on her seat, which was quite strange.
Fortunately, her interest today was in the Blood Dragon Pill. After seeing the two people on the stage having a fierce battle, she immediately sat up and stared intently.
As for Qi Yunrong's slight awareness, it was not within Master Fuya's expectation. He was very happy today. He repeatedly raised his glass and laughed with everyone. He mentioned Master Xu again at the table, and his words were full of praise, which made people unable to help but feel proud. Sideways glance.
"This rising cloud platform is a gift from my ancestor, and was later passed down to my senior brothers. After I became a true infant, my senior brothers gave it to me as a congratulatory gift. It has been thousands of years, and it has been passed down to dozens or hundreds of years. The combined attacks of the two true infants left no trace on the top," Fu Ya looked proud, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face.
Everyone in the audience heard him mention his sect for the first time, and they didn't know that there was actually a senior brother behind him.
However, Fu Ya did not intend to elaborate on the matter of the sect. He changed the topic and his eyes fell directly on Zheng Shaoyou who was behind Qingyang: "My nephew is from the sect and has an extraordinary status. He also came all the way here. In this Thunder Cave, it happens that my two disciples are very different from you in cultivation. I have heard about my nephew's reputation for a long time, and I have already wanted to ask for advice. Why not wait until after they finish competing for the prize, and my nephew will also come to teach her two. "
"Junior don't dare," Zheng Shaoyou hurriedly stood up and handed over his hands, "If these two fellow Taoists are interested -"
"Brother Fu Ya doesn't know something. I, a fool like me, have not yet learned how to use swordsmanship. Once I start using it, I'm afraid it won't be a big deal. I'll give him some advice in the future when he gets better at it!"
No one expected that Master Qingyang would directly touch Fu Ya's face, so the whole place was silent for a while. However, he spoke with certainty and a serious look on his face. Even Fuya himself couldn't figure out whether Qingyang was deliberately avoiding the battle or whether he was serious about it.
"What are you afraid of? When discussing Taoism, it is inevitable to suffer some pain. Besides, my two disciples are not squeamish. Brother Qingyang and Nephew Zheng Xian can rest assured." He smiled and put his hand on the table. Go up and invite me again.
Unexpectedly, Qingyang didn't say a word, and Zheng Shaoyou didn't dare to disobey his master's orders. The atmosphere in the field was so tense that no one dared to move at all.
Aren't these two people close to each other, so why are they still so tense now?
Seeing that the situation at the table was not good, Xiao Chan quickly stepped forward with a smile, picked up the cup on the table, filled it and raised a toast: "I have long heard that Fellow Daoist Zheng is very powerful, but I don't have time to ask Fellow Daoist for advice. Fortunately, my little sister has already taken my place. As my sister, I observed fellow Taoist swordsmanship, and one of us got what we wanted. Now that fellow Taoist cares about my safety and is unable to take action, it is also a blessing for my little sister and I, so I wish Fellow Daoist Zheng an early success in swordsmanship. Then my little sister and I will come back for advice."
After saying that, she raised her head and drank it all in one gulp without showing any pretense. Someone in the audience shouted "Okay" and the atmosphere became lively.
Zheng Shaoyou took a glass of wine from her and drank it all.
Fuya knew in his heart that Qingyang had a stubborn temper and could not resist him. No matter how angry he was, he could only show his face and act coquettishly at this moment.
"Hey, I remember that the little friend who climbed to the top of the Star Tower that day also came with Brother Qingyang. Why is he missing today?"
He changed the subject and asked about Zhao Shun's whereabouts. Qingyang remained calm and answered, stroking his beard: "There is something going on at her school, so there is no need to delay. I have sent her out of the Ming Lei Daze."
"It's also a pity. I wanted to see what the first person in the past two thousand years to climb to the top of the Star Tower is really capable of." Fu Ya curled his lips, and there was indeed some pity in his heart, but it was not because of it. That's what he said.
There is a mystery in his Shengyun Platform, and a huge formation is set up underground in the middle. As long as the monks come on the stage to compete, they can absorb a little bit of the energy and spirit in his body and replenish it in the formation. The stronger the monk's talent and foundation, the more energy and spirit he can release. If the person who climbs to the top of the Star-Zhaing Tower goes up, he may be worthy of hundreds of monks of the same level.
What a pity!
But it didn't matter. She was not expected. It could only be regarded as an unexpected surprise. Even though she left early and couldn't go on stage, there were already enough people on the guest list to start the grand formation.
Fuya's breath relaxed slightly, and he calmly looked at Qingyang's face. He saw that there was nothing unusual about the other party, and he felt calm.
I don't know what's going on with this old man. Zheng Shaoyou can't get on stage. He has to use some of his savings to start the battle. It makes him sick just thinking about it.
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"This man is no match for you. Let's fight him quickly. Get the Blood Dragon Pill and come down. Don't stay on the stage."
Ji Ling didn't know why Qi Yunrong behaved like this. When he stood on the stage, her earnest instructions were still lingering in his ears.
No matter what, Yun Rong would never harm her!
Ji Ling kicked off her legs and jumped up from the end of the stage, bumping into the lean half-demon man in front of her.
Half-demon are mostly physical practitioners, and both parties on the stage are no exception. Therefore, their moves seem a bit arrogant. You come and I hit each other with punches, and others can hear the dull sound of hammering flesh, but it is just like Qi Yunrong said. , the half-demon man opposite was no match for Ji Ling, not to mention that in the Thunder Cave, the bloodline of the Thunder Swallowing Beast had an innate advantage.
After about sixty moves, the man shuddered, and Ji Ling ducked to avoid the sharp punch. The next moment, a heavy palm fell on his back, and a crisp sound sounded like a bone cracking. His lean body Then he fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
"Tuchen lost, but there are still people on stage to fight!"
The maid on the side quickly read out the results of the battle. When she saw that there were no more half-demon movements around, she took off the jade bottle and handed it to Ji Ling's hand: "Ji Ling, the registered disciple of Ming Lei Cave, has obtained ten Blood Dragon Pills!"
With her wish fulfilled, Ji Ling raised the jade bottle in her hand, shook it and grinned at Qi Yunrong.
But somehow, he met the other party's worried eyes.
