Facing the unparalleled blow, Jing Yingrong did not move at all. The clouds on her arms rose up like feeble flowing clouds under the knife.
The sword-like magic weapon was slashed at Yun Luo, as if it was encountering a copper wall and an iron wall, unable to move forward even an inch.
Then, Yun Luo waved leisurely, and the knife-shaped magic weapon was thrown out.
Before Sun Hong could react, he felt his body tighten. He looked down and saw that he had been entangled by Yun Luo and turned into a silkworm chrysalis.
"what!"
Sun Hong was shocked and turned pale. He urged his spiritual power to flow out of his body, intending to destroy Yun Luo. However, no matter what he did, Yun Luo not only did not suffer any damage, but instead became tighter and tighter, like a giant demon python, revealing cold murderous intent.
The bones all over Sun Hong's body made a rattling sound, his face was distorted in pain, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I surrender."
As soon as Sun Hong finished speaking, Yun Luo let go and flew back to the mirror.
Then, the voice of Taichu Guan disciples sounded in the field: "The mirror reflects the face, wins!"
Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, and almost everyone had disbelief in their eyes. A series of astonished gazes focused on Jing Yingrong, and no one noticed Sun Hong, who was lying on the ground in a miserable state.
Jing Yingrong's expression was dull. When he came down from the stage, he met Wu Yaochen's stern and hidden gaze.
Wu Yaochen said: "Fellow Taoist Jing was able to defeat the middle stage of Jindan with one move at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have borrowed from an unknown person. Could it be that he is ignorant and ignorant?"
Jing Yingrong thought carefully for a while and said: "This name is indeed borrowed from Wuming."
Wu Yaochen was stunned, very puzzled. Before he asked again, Jing Yingrong had already left and returned to the group of people in Zhenwuyuan.
"You are so awesome! You don't show your real face!"
Tang Zhile and others excitedly surrounded Jing Yingrong, "Did you get some advice from an expert? And what level is this magic weapon of yours? Why doesn't it have any spiritual power?"
Questions were thrown to Jing Yingrong one after another, but Jing Yingrong did not answer. As expected, after asking, the group of people started chatting among themselves, not caring whether Jing Yingrong answered or not.
Yin Xueze was pestered by Zhao Jinxu, and it was rare that he didn't yell at them for being noisy. Tang Zhile turned his head and saw Yin Xueze who was listening to Zhao Jinxu's speech. He asked on a whim: "Fellow Taoist Jing, if you and Brother Yin fight, what will be the probability of victory or defeat?"
Upon hearing this, everyone else fell silent and looked at Jing Yingrong with curious eyes.
At this time, Yin Xueze suddenly turned around and said, "She will win."
Tang Zhile was so shocked that his mind couldn't turn around, and he said blankly: "You will lose?"
Yin Xueze: "Well, I will definitely lose."
"How can it be!"
When everyone was in shock, Zhao Jinxu was the first to question. His eyes widened and he said angrily: "I don't believe it, you can't lose."
Yin Xueze raised his hand, and Zhao Jinxu reflexively bent his neck to make it easier for his head to be touched. Unexpectedly, Yin Xueze's backhand gave him a headache.
"Wow! Hiss——"
Zhao Jinxu covered his head and took a breath of cold air in pain, "What are you doing, Brother Xueze!"
Yin Xueze raised his eyelids, looked at his grinning face, and dropped three words:
"Little fool."
"I'm not stupid, you--oh, wait for me!"
Zhao Jinxu ran away after Yin Xueze, and several of his servants followed diligently behind him at a fixed distance as usual.
Tang Zhile was speechless when he saw this: "The treatment that this young master of the Zhao family enjoys from Brother Yin is simply the only one in the world."
The person next to him said: "Of course, he was brought up by Brother Yin after all."
"What you said makes it sound like they are related by blood."
"Hey, hey, please keep your voice down. Brother Yin hasn't gone far yet. Do you want to be beaten?"
While everyone in the Zhenwu Academy was chatting and laughing, Jing Yingrong quietly withdrew from the crowd and returned to his residence.
Since this challenge, no one has bothered Jing Yingrong to snatch the door key, but more and more people have come to her to compete and test.
Jing Yingrong agreed to all the invitations for discussion. No matter what kind of cultivation the opponent has, whether it is the early stage of the Golden Elixir or the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir, she can defeat the enemy with one move.
Over time, her name became louder and she became quite famous among those who signed up, so some people wanted to visit and make friends with her.
"If you feel annoyed and don't want to see them, just change the room ban to a closed state."
When I was playing in the city with people from Zhenwuyuan, someone else reminded me like this.
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Others said: "It will be fine after a while. I heard those people say today that you are cold and difficult to approach. I guess after a while they will understand and won't bother you."
Jing Yingrong: "Am I cold?"
One of the female nuns said: "You are quite cold, but it is not a bad thing. I think you are very good."
"That's right. That's your character. It's not bothering anyone, so don't worry about them."
Everyone comforted him and looked at his face.
Jing Yingrong listened quietly. At some point, her consciousness captured something.
In the sea of consciousness, Ji Shajian said: "A junior from Taichu Guan?"
Jing Yingrong remained calm and said in the sea of consciousness: "Maybe."
Ji Sha Jian: "Why are you targeted?"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't know. I don't know him."
Ji Jie Bi: "It's not difficult to guess that it was during these days that you gained fame and attracted the attention of some people in Taichu Temple. The disciple recruitment conference of Taichu Temple is a big event, and many eyes are watching."
Ji Sha Jian: "Well, that makes sense."
Ji Yanzhu was eager to give it a try: "Catch him and ask him, then we'll find out."
Jing Yingrong: "No need."
Ji Sha Sword: "Be careful of your cultivation level being revealed."
Hearing this, Jing Yingrong concentrated his mind and simulated the cultivation level in the later stage of foundation building to be more realistic.
It took a long time for the other party to leave. At this time, Jing Yingrong and the Zhenwuyuan group came to an iconic location in the ancestral city - Liexia Altar.
This is a cascading spiral cone-shaped altar. Its color is like the clouds, magnificent and magnificent, like a huge sharp drill piercing the sky, trying to poke a hole in the sky.
At the top of the altar, there was a small opening, and a small flame came out of the opening. The flames were pale white, standing upright and burning quietly, looking extremely small in contrast to the huge altar.
"We have seen the Heavenly Fountain of Agelessness, the Quicksand Rubik's Cube, and Wuyou Dreamland. We have not yet seen the four major scenes of 'Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire' in the ancestral city. We are the only one who has not seen the Altar of Fierce Clouds."
"I heard that these four great scenes are the center of one of the ancestral city's defensive formations, the Sisha Wheel of the Great Tibetan Formation. I don't know if that's true."
"Isn't it possible? Shouldn't such an important existence as the Formation Eye be hidden? Can it be revealed like this and still be viewed and played by others?"
