The old man opposite him couldn't help but smile. Even facing his master, this little swordsman still didn't take it seriously.
This pure sword heart is good, but not good at all.
That's all, my disciple has his own blessings, I don't worry about my own happiness, Fu Yuan thought, but thinking of a certain point, he still said to Wu Shifang.
"I have already made it clear to you that you just have to try your best. Judging from your swordsmanship, it is usually enough to reach the top three, but I can guess that this time it has something to do with Tianzhu, those reclusive aristocratic families. Of course it can, those monsters from the ancient tribe will also be born, so don’t be careless.”
Wu Shifang did not take his eyes away from the sword. He replied patiently and with a little piety: "Master, don't worry, I know it from the bottom of my heart."
Fu Yuan is the city lord of Lotus City. He doesn't care about face, he only cares about his apprentice's future. But since the little guy from Shifang has said so, he won't say anything more.
He came out of seclusion this time just for his disciple's big competition.
The prodigies of the human race are all dragons and phoenixes, so they should not be underestimated, but Panasonic is very careful. If Xiao Shifang really encounters one or two setbacks, his disciple will understand that he will only have an extraordinary fighting spirit and not know the truth. The heart is damaged, but it is also a hard work.
"You stinky disciple, just hold on to your Chi Xiao for the rest of your life."
Fu Yuan snorted coldly and then disappeared.
Wu Shifang has a handsome figure, and his aura has reached the perfection of Nascent Soul. He is as light as smoke and mist, with an ethereal feeling that he does not care about all things. Only for the sword in his arms, his eyes are burning, even a little fanatical. .
Of course he wants to fight for the Tianzhu. Under the Tianzhu, he can briefly touch the origin of the rules of the world. He wants to use it to prove his swordsmanship.
…
Three or four days after Pei Xihe came out of seclusion, Ying Fei also came out of seclusion with the aura of Nascent Soul Great Perfection.
Her eyes flickered, flying like a luan.
Pei Xihe participated in the Dou Magic Arena, and she naturally signed up for the Dan Dou Arena. The requirement of this Dan Dou Arena was to be famous in the world. Fortunately, there was no age requirement for each arena competition.
The Yuanying monk has a lifespan of thousands of years. She and Pei Xihe are both over 300 years old. In fact, she is only over 80 years old now, and her time in retreat accounts for more than 300 years. Go for the most part.
"Tsk, tsk, such a talented person is really enviable. The last time we met, you and I were still a little behind, but now you have reached Nascent Soul Consummation a few days before me."
Her face was as bright as jade, and her expression was calm. She said that this was not really envy, but just a sigh.
Pei Xihe smiled and replied: "I just take advantage of my fire power and can refine medicine and spiritual energy faster. And you, a Yuan Ying Perfection and a fourth-grade alchemist who is less than a hundred years old, why do you envy me? If you go out, you will embarrass the monks next to you."
Ying Fei laughed out loud. This was natural. When she first entered this fairy temple, she was just in the early stage of Yuanying. There were endless life-threatening crises in the fairy temple, but the opportunities were equally rich. In the past twenty years, Before long, it has already reached the state of perfection from the early stage. It only needs to continue to deepen the connection between the soul and the Nascent Soul, and then the transformation into a god can be expected.
In the original world, even without great fortune, it might not be possible to achieve this in thirty years.
She has always been absolutely confident in herself and will never lose to anyone.
The fox interrupted them and said: "Each of you give me a ray of thought power, and I will inject it into the formation together with mine. This will form a mark in your sea of consciousness. If you encounter danger, you can activate it again." Return to the great formation, and then be hidden in the earth's veins. Even the Mahayana monks cannot find it. Even if they go to the royal city, they can still escape through the air."
Hearing this, Ying Fei and Pei Xihe each took out a ray of their telekinesis and handed it to the fox.
Pei Xihe's telekinesis was like thin silver-purple threads, mysterious and magnificent, while Ying Fei's telekinesis was like red crystal ruby, with a bit of scorching heat.
The fox stretched out his claws to take it, and a wisp of his own white-gold fox mind was also pulled out. The three thoughts were immediately pinched by him and fell into the ground. This lotus city was originally built on the refining earth veins.
Soon the power of thought merged into the formation hidden deep in the earth's veins. The two of them had their own reactions, and a mark appeared in the sea of consciousness, creating some mysterious connection with the formation.
"It's done."
The fox said, then collapsed on the ground. It was not because he was tired, but because he simply felt comfortable.
"Then it's up to you to advance into the competition."
Pei Xihe and Ying Fei smiled in unison.
"Don't worry."
…
The great competition held in Liancheng was held in the palace of the city lord. On the tallest building in the center, the battle was held in the open air.
Pei Xihe flew up until he landed on the table, and then looked back. Clouds and mist were lingering outside the pavilion. At a very high altitude, the cultivator's eyesight was so good that he could even glimpse the scenery outside the city.
The mountains are towering and green, the sky rises above, the flying pavilion flows with elixir, and there is no ground below, it is nothing more than this.
This is to avoid overly fierce fighting and damage to the people in the city. Most of those people have shallow cultivation, and the aftermath of the Nascent Soul fighting can easily cause their death. A spiritual weapon records all the scenes here and can pass them on to the people. Watch to be fair.
Pei Xihe passed five levels and killed six generals. Her combat power was far beyond the realm. What's more, she was still the highest level of cultivation allowed in this competition. She was able to push past and conquer everyone.
Even the city lord Fu Yuan who was secretly observing could not help but look sideways, and even had some thoughts in his mind, so he secretly used his authority to make some arrangements.
Coming from a second-level city, there is such a genius. He was sure in his heart that his apprentice had the ability to compete for the top three in the Royal City, but he wanted to see if there would be another genius competing for the top three in Liancheng this year.
Pei Xihe looked at the oncoming cultivators. The competition lasted for fourteen days. This was her seventh opponent. The previous six competitions were all cultivators from Yuanying Consummation and Late Yuanying. This one was not the same. The exception is the perfection of Nascent Soul.
Her eyes flashed slightly, and she sensed some unusual energy. It was already the end of the competition, and she attracted attention as a dark horse, making it all the way to the final four-person competition.
The four cultivators have to fight one match each with the other three. The four people have a total of six matches. Each win is a point. The loser will not have points deducted. At the end of the six matches, points will be accumulated. The top three will win.
The person in front of Pei Xihe was Wu Shifang.
He was dressed in green clothes, and his body was as strong as a green bamboo. He was handsome and indifferent, with an ethereal aura all over his body.
Holding the sword in his arms, he nodded slightly and saluted Pei Xihe.
"Wu Shifang, please enlighten me."
Pei Xihe cupped his hands and returned the greeting: "Lian Ran, please enlighten me."
Let's talk, Wu Shifang's whole body suddenly changed. He shook hands with the sword in his arms, and pulled the sword out of its scabbard with his right hand. A burst of cold light flashed brightly. He seemed to be unable to capture the faint cloud energy before, but now it was like falling down the mountain. Tiger, the dragon that goes out to sea.
Chixiao, the Imperial Sword.
As the sword thrust out, it seemed as if endless cold light and murderous intent swept across the sky and covered the earth. The phantom of the emperor dragon appeared, as if swallowing up the heaven and earth, with a glimmer of murderous intent.
Pei Xihe's body trembled slightly, he was excited. This person has such a strong sword intention and is an unparalleled swordsman.
Not only her, but the Tianguang Sword in her Dantian was also glowing, eager to try, and eager to fight.
Tianguang appeared in her hand, and she held the handle of the sword tightly with her right hand. She was not afraid of the sword that was filled with endless killing intent after it was thrust out. The sword intention and the sword intention were actually the root of the great path of the weapon, and they were mutually exclusive. Between collisions, it is the time of rapid improvement.
The blade collided with the tip of the sword, and the mana and spiritual power competed with each other.
In just a few breaths, Pei Xihe and Wu Shifang fought for hundreds of rounds, and their sword skills were extremely mysterious.
A surge of pride and a desire to win evenly arose in her heart.
My knife is of the highest quality! If there is any obstacle, the emperor's sword will cut it off!
The burning heat in Wu Shifang's eyes also gradually rose. He watched this female cultivator compete in several competitions and knew that her sword skills were extraordinary. But now when he faced her directly, he felt that her sword skills were even more exquisite. The sword intention brought pressure to him and made his own sword intention stronger.
The swordsmanship is brilliant, the light turns into silk, the sword intention flows and agitates wantonly, the sword of the emperor's way, overwhelming the eight wastes!
Sweeping away with a sword, a mysterious and majestic sound seemed to sound, suppressing the space with laws, making Pei Xihe unable to avoid it!
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Note: "The mountains are towering and green, with the sky rising above them, the flying pavilions flowing with elixirs, and the ground below them." - "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng"
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