045 Poetry and Thousands of Thoughts, Quartet Crystal Prison!

The sound of the ice ball popping continued one after another, and the black and white sticks of Wuwei opened and closed, sweeping away the ice with the momentum of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

Even so, he was shocked by the concussive power hidden by the ice cubes, and his body retreated again and again, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

The situation in the field was extremely unfavorable for Wuwei, just when everyone was sorry for him.

A strange black smoke suddenly poured out from the top of the black and white sticks, and the pucks fell one after another as soon as they touched, and even the floating ice crystals were stagnant.

Everyone was dumbfounded, so far in the game, Murong Mengting's victory has been captured.

Who would have thought that Wuwei would have a trick to press the bottom of the box at the last moment, would he turn the tide and turn defeat into victory?

Twenty people, Qian Yi smiled slightly.

He is naturally very clear about Wuwei's ability, thinking that it took him a lot of effort to defeat Wuwei at the beginning.

However, when he looked at Murong Mengting, a trace of fire flashed in his eyes.

Murong Mengting's strength was beyond his imagination, and such a proud girl was with him. In his opinion, it is a perfect match.

The stagnation of the attacking puck gave Wuwei a chance to breathe, and at this time he had long since lost his previous indifference.

As the best of the trial disciples, how could he not have the means to press the bottom of the box.

He believed that as soon as this trick was made, the odds of victory would increase greatly, and the balance of victory would be tilted in his favor. This strange light was his faith.

As the head of a hundred soldiers, the stick is difficult to prevent and flexible.

Even if there are thousands of moves in a hundred soldiers, they can't get rid of the sharpness and weirdness.

"Mad Stick!"

I only heard Wuwei shouting, and the black smoke escaped into the center of my eyebrows.

The originally black eyeballs instantly turned gray, and Zhou Tian's momentum rose rapidly.

"Hee-hee-hee!"

Wuwei is like a demon, like a walking corpse, and a penetrating laugh comes out of his mouth.

The muscles on his arms bulged, and his face was blood-red, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling.

The style of the black and white stick in his hand has been greatly changed, and it has become extremely tricky.

The crazy stick locks the throat, pokes the eyes, sweeps the ribs, dances the flowers on the top, and the stick does not leave the vital place.

Wuwei seems to be unconscious, the ice hockey ball hits his body without pain, and the blood that flows out does not seem to be his own.

Murong Mengting's eyebrows were furrowed, her inactive mad state made her unbelievable, and she secretly thought of a way to deal with it. At the same time, the footwork under his feet is not chaotic, his body is dancing, and he dodges the killing moves one after another.

"What's going on? Do any of you know?"

The spectators in the stands saw that the state of Wuwei had changed greatly, and they were puzzled. There was a lot of discussion and inquiry.

"How do I know, I still want to ask you?"

"I don't know!"

......

"Heartfire!"

After Yao Lao saw the strange light and escaped into the center of Wuwei's eyebrows, Wuwei was like a crazy demon.

He thought for a moment. Opening.

"Yao Lao, heart fire, as far as I know, isn't the heart fire one of the heaven and earth fires used by refiners to refine weapons?"

"But the strange light on this Wuwei's body, as far as I know, is it not one of the many strange fires recorded?"

As the only refiner of the Zhao family, Elder Shui Feng naturally understood the flames between heaven and earth. But the strange light was not in his memory.

The elders on the side asked with interest.

"The level of a refiner is determined by the level of the refiner itself:

Those who refine mortal soldiers are called refiner apprentices, and those who refine earth soldiers are called refiners;

Those who refine heavenly soldiers are called refining masters, and those who refine spirit soldiers are called refining kings;

Those who refine divine weapons are called Refining Emperors, those who refine Dao soldiers are called Zhongsheng Weapon Masters, and those who refine holy soldiers are called Holy Weapon Masters, and this category is called the authentic sect of the refining weapon line. ”

"When refining the weapon, you must be single-minded and guide the flame refining with sincerity. If it is contaminated with evil aura in the middle of the way, the weapon will become an evil soldier. The master of the soldier is infiltrated by the evil qi and permanently enchanted. ”

"But there is a kind of refiner who specializes in this path, and is regarded as a heretic by the Authentic family, and is called an evil weapon master. “

"Later, the evil weapon master was suppressed by the Authentic Sect and silenced the relics. ”

"The evil aura in the black and white sticks was not the work of the evil weapon master, as if it was deliberately led inside. ”

"It seems that this black and white stick refiner wants the master to achieve temporary demonization through the heart fire formed by this yin and evil qi, and his combat power will be greatly improved. ”

"It's just a pity that this Wuwei only knows how to borrow external objects to improve, but he doesn't know the magic of this heart fire!"

Hearing this, Elder Shui Feng's eyes lit up, and he looked at the inaction in the field, and the thought of accepting disciples arose in his heart.

Seeing this, Yao Lao smiled slightly and said nothing.

Murong Mengting was also ** again and again at this time, and dodging the attack of inaction was extremely exhausting.

However, she found that after a series of moves, Wuwei's mad state had retreated, and her attack was not as good as before. And every few minutes, there are a few seconds of pause.

Sure enough, Wuwei's attack speed gradually slowed down, and a faint black light flashed in the gray of his eyes.

Seeing this, Murong Mengting's slender fingers made several decrees in a row.

The ice flowers in the sky were orderly and flew towards the surrounding of Wuwei who was stopping.

Countless ice flowers floated around Wuwei, quickly condensing, converging and transforming into a quadrangular pillar crystal with a dark purple light all over it.

"Quartet Crystal Prison!"

Wu Wei's body was frozen in the dark purple quadrangular crystal prison, and his body couldn't move, only the roars that came out of his mouth were left repeatedly.

"Roar~!"

"Don't move, the crystal prison will be broken, and you will be broken with it. ”

"Wait for the crystal prison to melt!"

Murong Mengting rarely spoke, only listening to her voice like a delicate warbler's first chirp, and there was a voice.

It was originally an infinitely imaginary sound from outside the sky, but at this time, it was a little chilly, and it was difficult to get close.

I don't know if the mad demon retreated and regained his clarity. He seemed to understand Murong Mengting's admonition and stopped moving.

Seeing this, Murong Mengting turned around and left.

"Murong Mengting wins!"

"This woman is very talented, and it is very likely that she has a special physique! I think she is suitable for my Dao system!"

As soon as Elder Li Luotian's voice fell, Elder Jin Peng couldn't wait to accept Murong Mengting as an apprentice.

"I said Jin Peng, you're a bit too much, you're not satisfied with having two Dao geniuses as apprentices. I even want to accept Murong Mengting, beware of being greedy and not enough to swallow the elephant!"

Jin Peng's words angered the elders present, and his appearance of being cheap and obedient caused everyone to grit their teeth.

Ninth Elder Liu Anshan couldn't get used to Jin Peng's style and objected.

"That's it!"

"Ninth Elder's words are exactly what I mean!"

"You all don't fight anymore, I see Murong Mengting should be under my door!"

"Nonsense!"

“......”

Murong Mengting, who had left, didn't know that the elders above the clouds had fallen into a quarrel because of her.

Zhao Guhai looked at the elders who were in a mess in front of him, and there was no elder at this time.

Zhao Yuzhi on the side watched the scene in front of him with great interest, hiding behind Zhao Guhai to cover his mouth and snicker.

Zhao Guhai looked at the message from the jade plate in his hand, glanced at Zhao Guyun beside him, and said helplessly:

"Don't fight, Murong Mengting's master has already been chosen!"

"Head of the family, who is this person!"

"Head of the family, I don't think there is a suitable person except me!"

"Family master, if you choose someone else, I, Jin Peng, will be the first to disagree!"

"What if it's me? Elder Jin Peng!"

"You...."

Elder Jin Peng was angry when he heard this, and he just wanted to scold him back, but when he saw someone coming, he didn't have the slightest anger.

As for the other elders, when they saw the comer, they all instantly reverted to the elder's style, and they didn't look like they were just fighting.

Zhao Yuzhen suddenly threw himself into the arms of the person who came.

"Mother!"

"Madame!"

"Sister-in-law!"

"Mrs. Housemaster!"

It turned out that the person who spoke out was the wife of the head of the Zhao family and the mother of the four Zhao Yuzhen brothers and sisters-Shi Qiannian.

I saw someone coming, and his appearance was seven or eight points similar to Zhao Yuzhi.

He was dressed in a colorful brocade dress with colorful flowers and satin, a colorful dark flower cloud brocade skirt under it, and a Su embroidered moon brocade shirt.

is different from Zhao Yu's smart quality, and the people who come have a little more mature charm. The wind bun exposes the sideburns, lightly sweeps the eyebrows, and the skin is as fine as warm jade.

"Jin Peng, what if Murong Mengting's master is me, are you not convinced?"

Shi Qiannian stroked Zhao Yu's hair in her arms, and her eyes were full of doting looks. While looking at Jin Peng, he jokingly said:

"Sister Qiannian, what are you talking about. “

"You don't know that I argue with them, but I actually want Murong Mengting to worship you as a teacher, instead of me accepting apprentices myself!"

Jin Peng was like a "good baby", and he no longer had the arrogant look he had when facing other elders.

You must know that the lady of the family in front of you was also a master who was not afraid of heaven and earth, as one of the "four poets" of the Red Pavilion, but she did not have the style of a poet woman, and she was rarely "arrogant", otherwise she would not have given birth to Zhao Yu, who was known as the "witch of the Zhao family".

"Humph!"

"I don't dare!" Ignoring Jin Peng, Shi Qiannian came to Zhao Guhai.

Seeing this, Zhao Guhai smiled and said:

"Madam, what's coming!"

"I'm here to see who's robbing my apprentice!"

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at the elders. The elders hurriedly looked away, looking embarrassed.

"What? I can't come!"

"Yes, yes!"

Zhao Guhai didn't have his usual seriousness at this time, and he didn't care about Zhao Yuqian's snickering in Shi Qiannian's arms. With a smile on his face, he hurriedly flattered.

"Humph!"

"In addition, not only Murong Mengting was accepted as a disciple by me, but Qin Yiyi and Lin Ruzhi are also the same, don't think about it!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Many elders hurriedly responded, offending the person in front of them, and there would be no good fruit to eat in the future!

"Yu'er, go back with me!"

"No, Mother, I... I'd like to see it again!"

Shi Qiannian looked at her beloved daughter's hesitant appearance, knowing her daughter Mo Ruo's mother, how could she not understand her daughter's thoughts.

"Hey, the girl won't stay!"

Zhao Yuzhi looked at his mother's eyes full of shifting, and fell into Shi Qiannian's arms a little shyly.

"Mother!"

"Hahaha, okay, okay, you can watch it here!"

"Madame, go slowly!"

"Sister-in-law, go slowly!"

"The lady of the house, go slowly!"

"Sister Qiannian go slowly!"

"Hmm!"

After Shi Qiannian left, the atmosphere above the clouds instantly relaxed.

After Zhao Guhai and the others glanced at each other, they looked at the boundary of the Life and Death Terrace, and did not mention the scene just now.

Elder Shui Feng glanced at everyone and said:

"Ahem!I'll go down and take in the inaction first!" Without waiting for everyone to react, he flew down the clouds.

With Murong Mengting, Qin Yiyi, and Lin Ruzhi being accepted as disciples by Shi Qiannian and withdrawing from the duel, Lin Ruzhi's opponent Li Mingzhe and Ji Rufeng, who originally faced Qin Yiyi and wanted to be ashamed, were arranged together.

In addition, Yan Xing and Li Bitter both died, Xu Long and Wu Wei were accepted as disciples by Jin Peng and Shui Feng respectively, and more than half of the fifteen seats have been established.

And the rest of the showdown is bound to be very fierce.

There will be elimination, there will be casualties.