The Red Demon Master looked at his disciple's back and gradually disappeared at the door.
He lowered his head, a divine light flashed in his eyes, and immediately murmured a few words to himself.
"It's interesting. Looking at the behavior of this little guy Ye Song, I'm afraid there's an expert behind him to give guidance..."
"Seeing that the battle for the next Valley Master's position is approaching, it seems that these guys can't hold back anymore and are starting to use their methods."
He raised his head and looked at the white clouds outside the window. His thoughts drifted away and he remembered the past.
"In the battle of our generation, the guy named Lin won in the end. I wonder who among these five little guys will have the last laugh?"
…
Ye Song exited the attic on the airship, then came to the edge of the deck, lowered his head and looked down.
A dense crowd of people surged around a Tai Chi-shaped circular martial arts stage.
Lei Xinghe, on the other hand, stood proudly with purple gold gloves on his hands.
Feeling the gaze in the sky, the nine-foot-tall man raised his head and smiled at the other person, showing his cold white teeth.
"Yesong, come down and fight!"
Hearing this, Ye Song sneered, took out the red blood spear contained in his dantian, held it in his hand, then tilted his body and flew down.
"as you wish!"
The momentum on both sides exploded simultaneously. Lei Xinghe squatted down with his legs, then suddenly jumped up and faced Ye Song who was falling from the sky.
The latter, with the force of falling from the sky, aimed at the head of the big man who jumped into the air to block him, and stabbed out with a spear.
boom!
The wind is strong and the white clouds are scattered.
Amid the exclamations of the onlookers, the crimson spear and the purple-gold gloves collided fiercely.
…
Outside the onlookers, Jiang Fan and Sikong Yueling were also distracted by the fierce battle between the two.
To be honest, this level of battle was the first one Jiang Fan saw after traveling to this world.
When he was on Yueling Island before, his senior sister fought with Ye Song in order to protect herself, which does not count.
After all, the two of them didn't use their full strength that time, so Kankan could only stop there.
But this time, the two sequence disciples, both of whom were in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, began to use their full strength after a brief trial.
In the middle of the Tai Chi-shaped circular martial arts stage, the wind and clouds were turbulent, with lightning and thunder.
The figures of the two people turned into afterimages, and in a very short period of time, the weapons in their hands collided thousands of times.
Every time the red spear collides with the purple gold set, it will stimulate waves of energy in the surrounding air.
When the onlookers saw this scene, they couldn't help but start shouting and cheering for the side they were optimistic about.
For a time, the atmosphere at the scene was restless and lively.
Jiang Fan took advantage of the two people's intense fight, concentrated his mind, used his system's ability, and looked at the field.
He first looked at Lei Xinghe's luck entry:
[Innate Thunder Spirit Root, Thunder Tempered Treasure Body (eight times), Blood Brave Unparalleled]
[Tempering of the Thunder Treasure Body (eight times): The powerful physical body trained by inducing the nine-day thunder to temper the body has been carried out eight times]
[Blood Brave Unparalleled: The effect of the skill is to continuously consume a small amount of blood, reduce the damage received by 10%, and increase the attack power by 10%]
Jiang Fan was slightly surprised when he saw these three luck entries.
First of all, Lei Xinghe, the third disciple in this sequence, actually awakened the rarest of the seven common spiritual roots, the Thunder Spirit Root.
Compared with the other six attributes, this kind of spiritual root has the advantage of having powerful attack and control capabilities at the same time.
The most important thing is that he can also attract the thunder of nature to forge his body.
Although this is extremely dangerous, as long as you can survive it, your body will be stronger than before.
There is no upper limit to the number of times this lightning can be used to refine the body.
Lei Xinghe's body, which has been trained eight times, is eight times tougher than an ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment realm body.
Although Jiang Fan had just stepped into the world of monks not long ago, he also knew that this was already an extremely terrifying number.
If an ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment monk encountered him, he might not be able to survive ten rounds and would have to kneel down and beg for mercy.
In addition to this, the techniques that Lei Xinghe practiced were obviously high-end products.
The effect of this technique is that you can consume your own health in exchange for a simultaneous improvement in defense and attack capabilities.
As expected of a disciple of the sequence, he is fierce.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan swallowed secretly.
He then looked at the luck entry above Xian Ye Song’s head:
[Innate golden spiritual root, murderous intent, infatuation, bloodthirsty]
[Xiaocheng Murderous Intention: After bathing in the sea of blood from the corpse mountain, the condensed Xiaocheng Murderous Intention can forcibly add fear to the enemy target during the battle, reducing its movement speed and hit ability by 20%]
[The infatuated species: has a deep love for Taoist companions. If they are in a battle to protect each other, all physical qualities will be increased by 30% simultaneously]
[Bloodthirsty: The effect of the skill can only be turned on during combat. If you injure the opponent, you can absorb the opponent's blood to increase your own recovery ability]
After reading Ye Song's luck entry, Jiang Fan took a deep breath.
Sequence disciples are so terrifying. With these abilities, they are far beyond what ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment monks can match.
No wonder these two people were able to stand out from the tens of thousands of ordinary disciples in Lingxin Valley.
Jiang Fan turned to look at his senior sister, and saw that she was staring closely at the battle between the two on the field, and her green eyes were filled with brilliance from time to time.
When he saw this scene, he hesitated and asked:
"Senior sister...what do you think is the winning rate in a battle between you and any one of them?"
Hearing this, the girl turned her head and glanced at Jiang Fan. After pondering for a moment, she replied:
"Hard to say……"
Jiang Fan scratched his head.
"Hard to say?"
The girl nodded, hummed, and explained:
"Without a life-and-death fight, it would be difficult to tell the winner. After all, no one knows what the opponent's trump card is."
"It's hard to tell just based on what they've shown on the field today."
Having said this, the girl's face turned serious and she said to Jiang Fan seriously:
"Junior brother, remember one thing, never rely too much on what you see with your own eyes!"
"For example, Lei Xinghe and Ye Song, although they seem to be trying their best now, in fact, what they show is what they want others to see."
"As for the methods the two of them have kept secretly, no one knows except themselves."
When Jiang Fan heard this, he completely understood what his senior sister meant.
He sat there, thoughtfully, and after a moment, he nodded in response:
"Sister, I remember."
Hearing this, the girl nodded slightly, then turned her gaze and continued to watch the battle between Lei Xinghe and Ye Song in the Tai Chi-shaped circular martial arts stage.
Jiang Fan sat next to him and suddenly coughed dryly and asked:
"Senior sister, what I heard from your words just now, are you hiding a lot of tricks?"
Sikong Yueling turned around and stared at Jiang Fan quietly with her faint green eyes, with a hint of deep meaning in her eyes.
She spoke softly, with a cold and soft voice, and a strange smile, and asked:
"Junior brother, I can tell you, but you have to make sure first..."
The girl paused for a moment before slowly uttering the last words:
"Do you really want to know?"
