Chapter 487 Purple Moon Dharma Assembly (3)

"My nephew has met Uncle Nineteen and all the seniors." Yang Xuangang saluted respectfully.

Lu Qianqian, who was standing next to him, also saluted, "Disciple has met the master and all the seniors."

"Haha, Qianqianna, you lost to this little friend Xuangang this time, how do you feel?" Old Man Taiwu said warmly.

"Fellow Daoist Yang's strength is indeed extraordinary, and my disciple is convinced. However, my disciple will work harder to practice in the future. I will definitely beat him in the next competition." Lu Qianqian glanced at Yang Xuangang next to him and said softly.

Old Taiwu smiled and said: "Okay, you are indeed my good disciple. I must keep this desire to win."

Yang Tianyou looked at Yang Xuangang with admiration on his face, "Xuangang, this is a spiritual object given to you by several seniors. Please accept it."

As he spoke, he waved his hand gently, and the water spirit beads, black gold armor and other objects flew towards Yang Xuangang.

The latter took it respectfully and said loudly, "Thank you seniors for the reward."

Then, Yang Xuangang glanced at the water spirit bead in his hand, and thought of the girl's extremely pure water-attribute spiritual power. He couldn't help but move his eyes and handed it to Lu Qianqian.

There was a sincere smile on his brave and handsome face, "When we first met, Xuan Gang admired Fairy Lu's strength, and felt sympathy for each other. This water spirit bead just matches the fairy, so give it to the fairy!"

Lu Qianqian looked at the young man in front of her with a startled expression. Then she stretched out her delicate hand and took the water spirit bead. A touching smile flashed across her delicate and pretty face, "Thank you!"

The girl's soft voice suddenly gave Yang Xuangang a different feeling in his heart.

Somehow, the more he looked at Lu Qianqian in front of him, the more he thought, how could this girl be so beautiful?

"Cough cough..."

Yang Tianyou coughed a few times, waking up Yang Xuangang who had been staring at Lu Qianqian.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that the girl in front of him had red cheeks and was extremely cute. At the same time, he also felt an extremely stressful gaze.

It was Old Man Taiwu. At this moment, the old man was staring at Yang Xuangang with an evil look on his face, with a vague "murderous intent" in his eyes.

It seems to be saying, "Good boy, how dare you tease my precious apprentice in front of me?"

……

The fight continued, and time passed. One by one, immortal cultivators in the realm of qi training came on the stage to fight. People with outstanding talents emerged one after another. There were seven or eight people who were equal in strength to Yang Xuangang and Lu Qianqian, and some of them were even stronger than them. Stronger.

For example, the latter's sister Lu Zhenzhen is also very powerful. Although she is a female, she understands the thunder spell extremely well. With every move, the lightning surges and the offensive is so violent that it can be said to be a sweeping sweep.

In addition, there is Zhao Yan, an outstanding disciple of the Luochuan Sect Shenhuo Peak. This is a weapon cultivator. Dozens of magic weapons take off in his hands, which is so spectacular.

Disciple of Qijue Sect, Meng Yan, this person is a sword cultivator, a registered disciple of Jiujian Zhenren. He has reached the Great Perfection state of Qi training and has already understood the meaning of the sword. His strength is even stronger than that of Yang Xuangang. After all, the latter's state is only Qi training. The ninth level is still a little short of the perfection of Qi training.

……

In the blink of an eye, the most exciting moment came in the last three days of the Qi-training competition.

After a month of screening, the cultivators who are still standing on the field are all quite extraordinary in strength.

The Ziyue Fahui's fighting method adopts a points system, so there is no phenomenon of being lucky enough to get through, nor is it just because of bad luck that you lose a match against the strongest group of people. All bets are lost.

Sisters Yang Xuangang and Lu Qianqian stood together, talking and laughing softly. Judging from their appearance, they had already formed a certain friendship after getting along for a few days.

"Xuan Gang, your next opponent will be Meng Yan, are you sure?" Lu Zhenzhen asked carelessly.

She is different from her younger sister Lu Qianqian, who has a slightly colder temperament. Perhaps because of her practice of thunder method, she has a rather hot temper, bold and informal, and her figure is also hotter, exquisite and well-proportioned, which is very irritating.

"Do your best. Meng Yan's strength should not be underestimated, but... I am a beast master." Yang Xuangang glanced at the arm on his shoulders and smiled faintly.

"Speaking of which, I'm afraid you are not a fake beast master. So far, I have never seen your beast master take action." Lu Zhenzhen curled his lips.

"Didn't you see it two days ago?" Yang Xuangang said with a smile.

"That little kitten? It looks cute, but can it help you fight?" Lu Zhenzhen's enchanting face was full of disbelief.

Lu Qianqian also spoke curiously and said: "Brother Yang, so, Mo Feng will be your natal spiritual beast in the future?"

"Yes, Mo Feng is my battle beast. If you want to have complete communication, becoming your natal spiritual beast is the best choice." Yang Xuangang looked at Lu Qianqian with a gentle smile.

……

Soon, it was Yang Xuangang's turn.

His opponent was Meng Yan, a tall and strong young man. The originally wide Taoist robe looked much narrower when worn on him. He held a dark heavy sword in his hand, which had a heavy meaning. It spread from the sword body.

Feeling the heavy pressure brought by the opponent in front of him, Yang Xuangang narrowed his eyes slightly, then tapped the spirit beast bag with his right hand, accompanied by a low tiger roar, his hair was dark black, with golden pupils, and his shoulders were nearly three feet tall. Mo Yuanhu appeared beside him.

"Is this the little kitten?"

Lu Zhenzhen stretched out his slender index finger and pointed at Mo Yuanhu on the ring, with a look of surprise in his beautiful eyes.

"It seems, yes, if you magnify it dozens of times, the appearance of the two is exactly the same." Lu Qianqian's thin lips parted slightly, with a touch of complexity on her delicate and pretty face.

When the two of them fought before, he didn't let Mo Yuanhu play, but even so, he still lost...

Not to mention the surprise of the two sisters, Meng Yan frowned slightly as he watched his opponent summon the spiritual beast in the ring.

According to the rules of the Purple Moon Festival, only beast masters can use spiritual beasts to help fight, but if he remembered correctly, the young man in front of him has always used his own strength.

"You hide it very well!" Meng Yan said, with a cautious look on his face.

Yang Xuangang looked calm and said: "If it weren't for Brother Tao's strong strength, I would not release the spiritual beasts to assist in the battle."

Indeed, as Yang Xuangang said, he came to participate in the Ziyue Dharma Assembly for training. If Mo Yuanhu was released directly, there would be few people who could be his opponents. Wouldn't it be a bit boring?

At this time, the referee spoke, waved his hand, and announced loudly, "The fight begins!"

boom! !

Meng Yan took the lead and struck preemptively.

The heavy sword in his hand was lightly thrown, and driven by the powerful spiritual power, it swept across.

Sitting on Mo Yuanhu's back, Yang Xuangang's eyes showed an evil look.

Ouch! ~

The violent roar of the tiger turned into rolling sound waves and exploded on the ring.

The heavy sword collided with the sound wave, and the speed dropped sharply. Yang Xuangang took this opportunity, raised his right hand, and a dragon-carved bow appeared in his palm.

Then the breaths of one person and one tiger were completely synchronized, and the auras of both parties were as if they were one body. The person took advantage of the tiger's strength, and the tiger assisted the other person. An aura comparable to that of a Qi-training Dzogchen monk swept across.

Then, Yang Xuangang began to bend his bow and set an arrow. Every move was smooth, natural, and natural. It was obvious at a glance that this action had been engraved in his bones.

Whoosh! !

The golden arrow flew across the sky, making the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring. Spiritual patterns condensed on the arrow body. The extremely sharp aura made Meng Yan frown.