Chapter 405 Competition
The next day, under the auspices of the three god-transforming monks, Yueshan of the Shanhe Palace, Qin Tian of the Qin Family, and Yan Lie of the Huoling Palace, the Guanghan Grand Ceremony officially began.
In the three-hundred-foot arena that was shrouded by the formation shield, Little Master Yueyang stood on the left side with his hands on his hips. Opposite him was a handsome young swordsman with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes.
This person was born in the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and his sword intention has reached the level of Dacheng. Just standing there gives people an unusually sharp feeling.
"The battle begins!"
The person responsible for presiding over the fight is a Nascent Soul monk. He looks like an old man and has kind eyes. Judging from the faint fragrance of vegetation floating around him, he must be practicing wood-attribute skills. No wonder he looks so kind.
Groan! !
As soon as the battle began, a shocking sword roar echoed through the arena, and cracks spread in all directions with the young sword cultivator as the center.
Immediately, the man pointed his sword and made a light stroke from top to bottom!
The next magical power, Xiao Xumi's Condensed Sword Skill!
brush! !
The sword light is majestic and soaring to the sky. Any one of the hundreds of sword energies can severely damage the monks in the early stage of foundation building.
Such a mighty attack immediately made Little Master Yueyang feel the pressure.
"Look at my magic weapon!"
Little Master Yueyang snorted, pushed with both hands, and colorful shells appeared in front of him.
This shell was once chopped open by Yang Tianyou when he was in the second level.
After being promoted to the third level, Little Master Yueyang learned the hard way and spent a lot of energy to improve the hardness of the shells. Now it is time to see the results.
Ding Ding Ding!
The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly, but what made the young swordsman's complexion change was that his own magical power was not able to shake this seemingly thin shell at all.
"Hehe, it seems that my improvement is indeed useful." Little Master Yueyang smiled proudly, then opened his hands, and he pulled out the dazzling seal.
"Illusion magic!"
hum! !
The waves spread out under the influence of mana.
Because the speed was too fast, the young swordsman couldn't react at all. He was enveloped in this wave and fell into an illusion from which he could not extricate himself.
A quarter of an hour later, Little Master Yueyang won and put away his magic.
After the young sword cultivator woke up, his face was red, and he didn't know what he encountered in the illusion, but the strange thing was that he didn't seem to resent Master Yueyang.
"What did you do to him in the illusion? Why does he look like that?" Yang Tianyou looked at Little Master Yueyang and asked curiously.
"I didn't do anything. I just followed his heart and created for him the illusion he longed for most deep down in his heart!" Little Master Yueyang muttered, "I just don't know why, but there are always two people in that illusion. Individuals are fighting!”
"Fight?" Yang Tianyou was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He couldn't help but look at the young swordsman and whispered in his heart, "As expected, he looks serious..."
"No, no, I'm serious inside and out... Well, that's it!"
"Brother Tianyou, what are you thinking about?" Little Master Yueyang suddenly laughed and looked at Yang Tianyou with evil intentions.
Seeing this little kid's expression, Yang Tianyou immediately understood what "fighting" meant. This guy knew everything!
"Xiao Yueyang, how dare you tease me?" Yang Tianyou pinched the back of his neck and said angrily.
"I didn't, Sister Yunhua, please take care of Brother Tianyou, he always bullies children!" Little Master Yueyang bared his teeth and claws in mid-air, trying to look fierce.
But he was too small and had short arms, so he couldn't touch Yang Tianyou at all. Moreover, with that delicate and unusually small face, he felt very fierce, but in the eyes of others, he was just cute.
Especially the several female foundation-building monks from the Yang Feng family who were present looked at Little Master Yueyang with bright eyes.
That is to say, in the world of immortal cultivation, the class divisions are too strict, otherwise these female monks would definitely pounce on them.
After playing around for a while, they returned to the palace.
In the next few days, monks from Yang Feng's family started to fight one after another, winning and losing.
……
On the stage representing the middle stage of foundation building, Yang Xuanyun was dressed in a long blue dress, giving off a feeling of pure purity. She held a blue long sword in her hand and looked at her opponent, a yellow-faced old man with a hooked nose. .
"The battle begins!"
As the golden elixir monk presiding over the fight spoke, the foundation-building old man opposite took action instantly, and the sky was filled with silver light, giving people a sense of beauty.
In fact, this is an extremely vicious magical weapon. The Thousand Star Hair Needle can penetrate into the body of a monk along its pores, blend into the blood and internal organs, and then explode from the inside out.
One can imagine how bloody that scene would be.
Yang Xuanyun was carefully raised by her family since she was a child, so she naturally has the means to deal with various situations.
She had a cold face, not the slightest bit nervous, and the sword in her hand suddenly glowed with ice-blue divine light.
The cold air condensed in the air, forming a field of frost covering several feet ahead.
In this area, the speed of dozens of fine needles dropped sharply, and then a sword light flashed through, cutting off all of these fine needles.
"Oh, my magic weapon!" The yellow-faced old man opposite had a look of pain on his face.
However, before he could react, the ice blue sword light flew straight towards his neck.
"I surrender!"
An almost broken cry came from the mouth of the yellow-faced old man.
hum! !
A protective shield appeared on the surface of his body, and with a clang, the sword light struck the shield, causing ripples.
"You actually want to kill me?" The yellow-faced old man trembled all over and pointed at Yang Xuanyun.
The latter looked at him as if he were a fool and left the ring without saying a word.
"you……"
The yellow-faced old man wanted to say something more, but a huge force appeared and kicked him out of the ring.
"What? Bah!"
The golden elixir monk who presided over the battle clapped his hands. There were so many battles presided over, there really was someone for everyone.
Some are arrogant, some are arrogant, some are unable to grasp reality, and some even have mental problems and are delirious.
In the view of this Golden Elixir monk, this yellow-faced old man is a typical example of the last type.
"Next game..."
……
Soon, seven days passed, and Yang Tianyou and Feng Lieyang stood in the ring. The latter smiled bitterly and immediately admitted defeat.
The Nascent Soul cultivator who presided over the fight didn't ask any questions and just threw a new number plate to Yang Tianyou.
It says, No. 5!
……
On the eighth day, Yun Hua stood quietly on the left side of the arena in the middle stage of the golden elixir. Her beautiful face and graceful figure eclipsed the female monk opposite.
"The battle begins!"
Yunhua takes the lead in attacking!
The next level of divine power, the perfect realm of ice soul divine light!
Like a blue ribbon, floating out from Yunhua's hand, even in battle, there is a unique sense of beauty.
The divine light came suddenly. At first it was only as thick as an arm, but soon it enveloped most of the arena.
Click!Click!
The ice condensation was hundreds of times stronger than the cold energy Yang Xuanyun used before. Under the low temperature, wisps of ice marks began to appear on the surface of the female monk's body opposite.
call! !
After all, this person was a middle-stage Jindan cultivator. She faced difficulties but had no intention of giving up. A ball of third-level true fire rose from her body.
This is not magical power, but the power of talismans. This woman is a talisman cultivator.
Outside the ring, Yang Tianyou was paying close attention to the fighting in the field. The female cultivator was very proficient in the way of talismans.
With every movement of his hands, there was no movement of drawing talismans, but all kinds of illusory talismans floated out.
It turns into various attacks such as flames, thunder, boulders, swords, etc.
"This person should also have a talisman of his own, otherwise he wouldn't be able to launch a talisman attack so easily!" Yang Tianyou guessed in his mind, but his tone sounded very determined.
If there were no talismans, if this female cultivator wanted to reach this level, she would have to at least improve her cultivation by one or two levels.
Groan! !
The sword chant sounded, and Yunhua sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the third-level high-grade Hanyue Fairy Sword.
A sword was swung out, and the ice-blue sword energy was mixed with dense ice fragments. In an instant, a frost storm filled the entire arena.
In the storm, sword energy roared and divine light overflowed. The female cultivator could only rely on the power of the talisman to resist.
After a stick of incense, the woman gave in, turned pale from the cold, and left the ring.
