Jiang Feng relied on his intuition and gathered his spiritual energy to barely shake Yin Wulu's wrist away, but was still hit by his broken sword on his right shoulder, causing blood to flow out immediately.
Zhao Ziping was even more anxious: "Hurry up! Hurry up and use your spiritual power!"
At this time, it was the most appropriate time to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but the sword in Yin Wulu's hand suddenly fell to the ground.
Jiang Feng turned around quickly, covering his shoulders, and his spiritual power poured out and hit him.
Yin Wulu had no way to dodge and faced each other head-on. He was immediately shocked by the spiritual power and vomited blood, and was unable to fight back.
After a few breaths, he was judged as a loser by the referee next to him. During this period, Jiang Feng never stopped attacking him. The spiritual power of a cultivator is so terrifying. Just a few breaths were enough to beat him. Half dead.
The referee turned a blind eye.
Xie Yue was blocked by a barrier outside and couldn't get in at all.
Yin Wulu was carried down the stairs of the martial arts stage, blood dripping all the way.
The sun shone on Jiang Feng again, but Jiang Feng's expression was no longer as good-looking as before. He was covering his bleeding shoulder, his expression was hideous and dissatisfied, and there was no trace of joy at all.
Zhao Ziping pushed Xie Yue: "Go and avenge Zirang!"
Xie Yue looked at him.
Zhao Ziping said: "Why are you looking at me like this?"
Xie Yue lowered her eyes and walked quickly to Yin Wulu.
He took out his previous medicine bottle from his arms and poured a pill for him to take.
Yin Wulu reluctantly opened his eyes, saw her, held her hand, said "just now..." and then stopped.
Xie Yue asked: "What's wrong with you?"
Yin Wulu took a long time before he spoke and uttered two words: "Rules."
The rules prevented him from speaking.
The people on the stage obviously did not intend to give them more time, and said to Xie Yue: "If you don't go on stage to compete, it will be regarded as a failure!"
Xie Yue said: "I didn't have an agreement with him before, how can I be forced to go up?"
The person on the stage said: "You have crossed the Nandu River, why don't you agree to the competition?"
Since entering this place, she has only crossed one river, and that was the one Zhao Ziping asked her to cross. When she crossed the river, she felt that her spiritual energy was strangely stagnant for a moment. Is this a symbol of agreeing to the competition?
Jiang Yushuang was also surprised: "Junior sister, don't you know? You can compete within the Crossing River."
Xie Yue said: "Then why didn't I ask you to come up?"
Jiang Yushuang was embarrassed for a moment by her rudeness, and then said: "Junior Brother Jiang is the master of the arena. If he keeps winning, he can always choose the people present as his opponents."
The person on the stage said impatiently: "Hurry up!"
Zhao Ziping said angrily: "If Zirang had used his spiritual power earlier, he would have won a long time ago. I don't know why he only used so little from the beginning to the end. Why did he save himself from buying a coffin? Junior sister, you can't... "
Xie Yue turned around and slapped him.
Zhao Ziping was stunned.
Xie Yue's face was expressionless. She was talking to Zhao Ziping, but her eyes fell on Jiang Feng on the stage: "I don't think you need to buy a coffin."
Before Zhao Ziping could say anything, she walked up the steps.
The moment she arrived at the martial arts stage, she walked over.
Then she knew the reason for Yin Wulu's pause: a contract appeared in front of her, which stated that she voluntarily participated in the duel with Jiang Feng, and if she failed, she would pay the price.
The price is unknown.
But it had already been signed with her name.
No wonder she was caught here.
Xie Yue said to Jiang Feng: "Is the price the price for my talent?"
Even Jiang Feng would probably look down upon her little spiritual power.
Jiang Feng sneered: "You have already guessed it, I might as well tell you," he looked at Xie Yue up and down, "and your bones."
Xie Yue said: "Why?"
To be fair, although the system and Jiang Feng both said that she had extraordinary talent, she did not feel that her talent was greater than her hard work.
Jiang Feng finally found some confidence in Xie Yue: "Do you know that you are a person abandoned by God?"
Jiang Feng said with malice: "Back then, you were born in the yin year, yin month, yin day, yin time, and your mother died when you were born. You were called unlucky by the entire Xie family. At this time, another Taoist priest appeared in the Xie family and said that he would chop you down. / Remove the limbs, dig out / the eyes, put chaff in the mouth, and make a baby spirit, in order to resolve the ominous atmosphere. The Xie family was shaken, but unfortunately they still did not dare and hesitated for two days."
Being able to explain it so clearly, the so-called "Taoist" is obviously Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng shook his head, showing regret, and stopped pretending: "I thought there was still one day left, but I didn't expect that I would miss it, and then it would be over."
"Did you know?" Jiang Feng looked at Xie Yue as if he was satisfied with the finished product, "I cut you out of your mother's belly specifically so that you could catch up with the extremely cloudy time. I wasn’t very skilled in the dissection, but she was still alive after the dissection, which is a good thing. I can’t have any wrongdoing on my hands, so it’s good that she died slowly.”
Xie Yue's Sanling Palm slapped it away!
But the spiritual energy of the palm dissipated the moment it came out.
Empty.
Xie Yue's pupils dilated slightly.
Jiang Feng stretched out his hand to show that he was intact. He tilted his head and said from a high position, "Did you see it? Your tricks won't work on me here."
He smiled proudly and skillfully: "On the contrary, in addition to your talent and bones, this palm also belongs to me."
Xie Yue mobilized the spiritual energy again, and the spiritual energy in the Dantian was dispersed as much as possible, but the spirit-dispersing palm could not be used at all.
It seemed as if it was stolen the moment it was used.
This is the reason why Yin Wulu didn't use his spiritual power from the beginning to the end.
The spiritual energy will be dissolved and absorbed by Jiang Feng, and the spell will be instantly banned.
Therefore, Yin Wulu was a talisman cultivator from beginning to end and refused to use any spells even after being beaten until he vomited blood. Even if he died, he would not want to help Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng shook his head and said: "You are far worse than that boy from the Yin family. He thinks much more than you do. But it's normal. After all, you are the abandoned son of the Xie family. You should thank me for being alive. Back then, I did it for the fourteenth If you are still alive in the next year, tell them that since they missed it, killing you again will be retribution, so you can live."
Jiang Feng said: "That boy from the Yin family is the young master of the Yin family after all. He is alone. He has seen a lot and learned a lot. His ability to observe is really strong. It's a pity that he still lost to me."
Thinking that he had used this illusion to finally defeat the outstanding heir that the Yin family had worked so hard to cultivate for more than ten years, Jiang Feng felt that his previous anger had dissipated a little.
As for Xie Yue, there was no way she could have Yin Wulu's skills.
Xie Yue clenched her hand, feeling the temperature in her palm, and said, "He didn't lose."
Jiang Feng's awareness of the physical training realm was still there, and it was this that allowed him to escape Yin Wulu's attack, and now also made him subconsciously stay away from Xie Yue.
But it's no use.
Severe pain suddenly came from his right shoulder. He went to cover it, only to see that a big hole had been quietly eroded out of his shoulder. The inside was black and red, and it was very scary. There were insects crawling in the flesh. Every blow brought excruciating pain.
Xie Yue said: "Ordinary people with extraordinary skills can't beat him directly against the late Qi Condensation Realm. And even if he is lucky enough to face him, in your illusion, how much you hurt will be returned to him. That's why Yin Wulu was hurt. You also dropped your sword behind your right shoulder."
"But this one is different."
Xie Yue spread out her palm, revealing... a talisman inside.
Jiang Feng finally changed his expression: "Gu Talisman?"
Monk's talismans are common, but Gu talismans are not common, because strictly speaking, they do not belong to monks.
Ordinary people cannot enter the Tao, and even monks in the Qi Condensation realm find it extremely difficult to compete. However, people in some places have developed their own unique skills through various methods, and Gu talismans are one of them.
The Gu Talisman does not require spiritual power. If you put the lead into the monk's body, and then use the charm to control it, the lead will turn into a bug and multiply quickly by sucking the monk's bone, blood and aura.
A monk in the body-forging realm can greatly increase the strength of his veins and even have a certain amount of aura protection, but he has not yet taken shape and is still a body of flesh and blood. The poisonous poisonous insects formed by the introduction have their own paralyzing toxins. If you can find it, you can gnaw on the bones.
For the current situation, this is the best countermeasure. Just as if Xie Yue's mother dies, it will not be considered Jiang Feng's blood debt. How can Xie Yue be blamed if the Gu Talisman does not require spiritual power?
Naturally, it cannot bite her back.
Jiang Feng let out a miserable scream. He wanted to use his spiritual power to drive away the insects and repair the remaining tendons, but the flesh was gone and the tendons were broken. How could he repair it?
Unless...unless he can leave this illusion quickly and break through the body forging realm!
Jiang Feng raised his head, his eyes were blood red, as if he were inhuman.
He must win Xie Yue's talent!
