Chapter 158 Worry
Chapter 158 Worry
Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation has improved a lot in just two days. From the early stage of Yuanshen a few days ago, he has now reached the middle stage of Yuanshen, and vaguely reached the peak of Yuanshen.
Of course, this improvement has nothing to do with the cold wind that he blew like a fool in the back mountain Siguo Cliff yesterday. It was caused by the Changsheng Jue that Xiaochi, who was frightened and deceived by his master and apprentice Feng Lian, gave him in the room after he was injured after performing Beidou Zhushen the day before yesterday.
This evil magic weapon, which was called Blood Soul Essence a long time ago, is actually a rare treasure in the world, and it has signed a blood contract with Ye Xiaochuan for fifteen years.
That day, the master was injured, and the treasure returned to its place. The powerful spiritual power of Changsheng Jue not only healed his injuries, but also made his cultivation go a step further.
Therefore, Ye Xiaochuan was able to fight with Yun Qiyou for a long time today.
If there was no chance the day before yesterday, I'm afraid that someone would have been chopped into a eunuch by Yun Qiyou's sword.
When the cultivation reaches the out-of-body realm, Ye Xiaochuan's advantage of fast swordsmanship basically disappears. It is impossible to defeat the opponent with a single fast sword like in the first round of fighting Hu Daoxin.
The main reason is that the cultivators above the out-of-body realm have mental power, which is different from telekinesis.
Telekinesis is usually called true power, which is used to stimulate the true essence in the body.
Mental power is also called Yuan power or Yuanshen power, which controls the soul. The soul out of the body mainly relies on this mysterious power.
Mental power is very sensitive and sharp, and can lock on all the subtle things.
No matter how fast Ye Xiaochuan is or how his body moves, Yun Qiyou's mental power firmly locks on Ye Xiaochuan. Not only is Ye Xiaochuan's body movement trajectory under her surveillance and control, but even the trend of Ye Xiaochuan's every sword will be reflected in her mind at the first time.
As long as Ye Xiaochuan is locked, Ye Xiaochuan's mysterious body movement and footwork will have no effect, and he can only fight with Yun Qiyou.
The arena was filled with sword lights and crackling sounds. One stick of incense, a quarter of an hour, half an hour, an hour...
The two fought for nearly two hours in the arena, all in close combat. Sets of Cang Yun's exquisite sword tactics and swordsmanship were displayed one after another, like a museum exhibition. It was dazzling and overwhelming, and countless disciples cheered in the audience.
Some called Ye Xiaochuan's name, and some called Yun Qiyou's name.
However, listening carefully, it seems that all the disciples who cheered for Yun Qiyou were male disciples. After all, beauty is a killer, and few men can overcome it. They cheered for the beautiful Yun Qiyou.
As for those who cheered for Ye Xiaochuan, it seems that most of them were female disciples. Don't get me wrong, this is not Ye Xiaochuan, a handsome man or Pan An.
Instead, most of the female disciples saw their senior brothers and junior brothers cheering for Yun Qiyou, as if Yun Qiyou was the only beauty in the world, and other women were worthless.
How could they tolerate this?
So, countless female disciples suddenly became Ye Xiaochuan's support group and cheerleaders. Because women's voices are shriller than men's, although there are fewer men than men, a woman can often fight two or three men alone with her shrill voice, and she still won't lose.
On the stage, Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan fought brilliantly and dangerously.
Off the stage, the voices of male and female disciples were also extremely dangerous.
The day before yesterday, I suspected that Ye Xiaochuan was a drunk Taoist sent by the Demon Cult to Cangyun as an undercover, but after Yun Qiyou's testimony in the stone pavilion, I put down my doubts.
At this moment, he was holding his goat beard in his left hand and holding his big wine gourd in his right hand. Seeing his disciple jumping up and down on the stage like a flexible big monkey, drinking a sip of wine from time to time, the smug look on his face was disgusting.
Yao Xiaofu, who was standing next to him, was a little depressed at this moment. It seemed that the higher Ye Xiaochuan's Taoism, the more depressed her expression became.
Not many people knew about the past events of more than 6,000 years ago. She was a member of the Sky Fox clan and had a long life. She had heard her mother, Sky Fox Yao Xiaoyu, tell some legends about Zhan Chen and Wu Feng.
The resentful couple of three lives and seven worlds was no less than Gan Jiang and Mo Ye.
At this moment, the two swords were born together, and at the same time they were in the hands of two young people, a man and a woman, which made her depressed.
Every time the two swords were born at the same time, countless bloody disasters would be brought to the world, with corpses everywhere and blood flowing like a river. It was also said that the owners of the two swords would love and kill each other in the end without exception.
She knew the ending of the invisible sword god Situ Feng and the fairy Su Qinglian, and she also knew the final fate of the masters of the two swords in previous lives.
Therefore, she was not pleased that the human boy she named herself had such a high level of cultivation, but rather felt a little sorry.
It was not something that mortals could do to change fate. What would be the final ending of the two people, what kind of painful price would the world pay for them, how many people would die because of the two swords, and how many people's life fate would be changed.
Especially the night before yesterday, her daughter Xiaochi timidly told her that the Changsheng Jue had been returned to Brother Xiaochuan, which made Yao Xiaofu feel bad.
Looking at Ye Xiaochuan jumping up and down on the ring, looking at Yun Qiyou in white clothes, and turning around to see the happy and cheerful Drunk Taoist, Yao Xiaofu felt bitter and shook her head helplessly.
She had no choice.
The dizzying battle of skills continued, and the competition between the men's and women's groups became more and more intense. More than a dozen seniors and elders sitting outside the Samsara Hall were all chatting and laughing at the moment.
Mu Chenxian, the elder of the Xuantian Sect, said: "The Cangyun Sect is really full of talented people. The two disciples on the stage may have already surpassed ordinary disciples in their Taoism. They are really amazing."
The head of Cangyun Sect, Yu Jizi, smiled and spoke modestly.
Su Xiaoyan of Piaomiao Pavilion curled her lips. Because Xuantian Sect refused to save them a hundred years ago, the relationship between Piaomiao Pavilion and Xuantian Sect had reached a freezing point.
Su Xiaoyan will never let go if she can attack Xuantian Sect at this moment.
She said: "Leader of the Cangyun Sect, we have been on the right path for four thousand years. We have done justice for heaven and slayed demons. We have made countless merits and deeds. It is just a pity that the Black Iron Token for Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil was lost three hundred years ago, and it happened to be The disciples of Xuantian Sect picked it up and have kept it in Xuantian Sect for the past three hundred years. As the saying goes, if the name is not right, the words will not be right. Senior Brother Yujizi, now Cangyun Sect has risen again and is unstoppable. There are countless outstanding disciples under the sect. Senior Brother is It’s not time to consider taking back the Black Iron Order, taking charge of it again, and commanding the heroes of the righteous path in the world.”
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of more than a dozen senior elders around him changed instantly. No one said a word, and they all held their breath, with complex and solemn expressions.
It can be seen that this black iron order to reward good and punish evil is definitely something of great importance.
