"There's no point in going on like this. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" After a few moves, Xuan Fu took the lead in stopping, looked at Zhan Fu and shook his head. "If you're tempting, that's enough, to that extent...... You can't hurt me at all. ”

"Just summon your psychic beast, I don't have time to play a game of temptation with you. ”

"It is worthy of being a medicine man who has been cultivated by the Supreme Elder of the Shadow Sect for hundreds of years..."A helpless smile appeared on Zhan Fu's face. "This level of magic...... It won't hurt you at all. ”

What is a medicine man? Isn't Senior Brother Xuanfu the master's righteous son, how did he become a medicine man cultivated by the master?

I saw a flash of black light in Zhan Fu's hand, and a small and delicate black bamboo whistle appeared in his palm. Zhan Fu solemnly held the black whistle in his lips, pinched the magic trick with both hands, and after a few breaths, his hands pressed the ground violently, and at the same time blew the black bamboo whistle.

The bamboo whistle clearly didn't make any sound, but everyone watching the battle near the competition platform was all in the same place, and even a lowly cultivator like Jiang Ying felt that very strange fluctuation.

It's like a wave calling for something.

Before she could think about it, a circle of black ripples floated under Zhan Fu's palm on the rocky ground on the tournament platform. After he stood up, the ripples dispersed towards the entire arena with the foothold under his feet as the center of the circle.

"Then I'll be ugly. Putting the bamboo whistle back away, Zhan Fu smiled and arched his hand, and let out a soft cry.

"Crane coming!"

The black ripples that were originally swaying outwards changed direction in an instant after the sound of "crane coming" from Zhan Fu, and quickly converged towards the point in front of Zhan Fu, condensing into a wriggling dark shadow.

In the next moment, the black shadow transformed into a jet-black giant crane that was more than half as tall.

The crane's feathers were as black as ink, except for a little bright red feathers on its forehead that almost burned up, and a pair of cold crimson eyes. Deep and shallow black air currents swirled around the giant crane, looking very evil and terrifying.

"Red-pupiled ink feather crane?" Seeing the pitch-black giant crane summoned by Zhan Fu, Ji Dan, who had been watching the battle intently on the altar, frowned and exclaimed softly, his eyes turned to an old man sitting under him.

"Qiang Huai, what is the relationship between this Zhan Fu and the old madman?"

"Senior Ji has really seen people. The next old man turned his head and arched his hand at Ji Dan. Although it was a little embarrassing for his ancestor to be called an old madman by Ji Dan, Ji Dan was more than a step higher than Feng Chuyou's cultivation, and he could only honestly swallow the embarrassment in his stomach.

"Zhan Fu's Dark Feather Crane is indeed somewhat related to the Red Pupil Ink Feather Crane of Crane Yan Zhenjun, but although the appearance is very similar, it is not a Red Pupil Ink Feather Crane. ”

The old man who answered was another Thousand Crane Hall elder who came in place of Yuze Zhenren, Qiang Huai Zhenren. This person is obviously more capable of being a person than Yu Ze, and explained to Ji Dan softly, but his voice will not disturb the elders of other sects watching the battle.

Not to mention that the old madman was under house arrest, and even his yin and yang two feathered cranes fell into the hands of others?

Ji Dan frowned, listening to Qiang Huaizhen's detailed explanation in his ears, but his face was unmoved, and he only quietly watched the battle between Xuanfu and Zhan Fu on the stage.

As soon as the ghostly feather crane condensed its form, it let out a long, shrill roar, and its posture was extremely aggressive, and before Zhan Fu could give it an order, it flew away at the whirlpool not far away.

However, the strange thing is that the ghostly feather crane in the shape of this condensed figure also looks a little illusory, and the black ripples in front of Zhan Fu not only did not stop surging because of the appearance of the ink feather crane, but surged faster.

Just hearing the sound of its wings slicing through the air knew how incredible its speed was, but in a moment the crane rushed straight to the whirlpool.

Between the lightning and flint, Xuan Fu glanced at Zhan Fu, who was still standing behind the black whirlpool, and didn't make any defensive moves, but at the moment when the Phantom Feather Crane Feather Blade was about to slash at his neck, he folded his arms and protected them in front of him.

"Boom!"

It was clearly a clash between the phantom and the flesh, but there was a sound of iron and stone.

The Shadow Feather Crane missed the blow and then hovered into the air waiting for the opportunity to find the space for the next attack, and Xuan Fu looked at the part of the forearm that was hit by the Shadow Feather Crane Feather Blade, and there was only a shallow, blood-colored trace.

"Sure enough, the summoning of the main body has not yet been completed. He glanced at Zhan Fu, who was still chanting some magic behind the whirlpool, and smiled slightly, ignoring the phantom feather crane phantom body hovering in the air, and attacked Zhan Fu directly.

"Hey, you've been discovered?"

Seeing that Xuanfu turned his attention from the Dark Feather Crane back to him and attacked him, there was no panic on Zhan Fu's face, as if he had expected this scene.

The spell in his left hand did not stop there, and a slender sword appeared in his right hand.

"Look, that's the most famous psychic sword in the Thousand Crane Palace!"

was watching the battle intently, but Jiang Ying heard a slightly excited shout beside her.

Psychic sword?Is there anything special about that sword, it looks like it's just an ordinary thin sword.

"This senior brother. She patted the excited man gently. "I also want to ask, what is a psychic sword?"

The person who was photographed turned around, a trace of displeasure flashed on his face, but after seeing that Jiang Ying only had cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, he changed into a senior brother who pointed out the country, and asked with a smile.

"At first glance, you just want to come and see the high-level cultivators to accumulate experience for battle, right?"

"Yes, yes, what this senior brother said is extremely true. I've never seen a cultivator in the Jindan stage fight, and I'm very worshipful. Seeing that this person refused to explain to her without pretending to be forced, Jiang Ying had to put on a simple attitude of seeking knowledge.

"This psychic magic sword is a necessary and unique auxiliary magic weapon for the disciples of the Thousand Crane Palace, don't look at it as a sword, their magic sword is not the same as the Kunlun Sword Sect's kind of 'kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles'. ”

"I don't really understand. Jiang Ying was a little puzzled. Everyone is a sword, what difference can there be?" ”

"The kind of spirit sword of the Kunlun Sword Sect is completely used as a weapon, and its characteristics are incomparably sharp. And the magic sword of the Thousand Crane Hall is a kind of auxiliary intermediary, through the amplification and blessing of this psychic magic sword, the spells they release are more powerful, and the speed of summoning psychic beasts will also speed up a lot. ”

"You look closely at the part of the magic sword in Zhan Fu's hand that is close to the hilt. He pointed to the magic sword in Zhan Fu's hand and asked Jiang Ying to take a closer look.

The hilt of the sword?

Zhan Fu swung the magic sword very quickly, and her cultivation was not enough, and after trying her best, she saw that there were six morning star-like marks near the hilt of the psychic magic sword.

"The star...... What is it?"