The two stood face to face.

Song Wanling was smiling, her eyes were curious and clear, while the female cultivator who was much more mature on the other side had a solemn face.

The two have different painting styles.

"I actually drew the same bamboo stick as my brother."

It was the inner disciple who had just pointed out Song Wanling's identity and shook his head and smiled.

The inner disciple who had the highest cultivation and was only one line away from breaking through to the twelfth layer of Qi cultivation threw the bamboo stick in his hand casually and patted the junior disciple on the shoulder.

"Zhu Guo has little effect on me, you and I are brothers, how can we fight because it is only ten years of Zhu Guo."

The junior brother hesitated for a moment and took out the spirit stone from the storage bag.

"Then it can be regarded as an exchange with my senior brother, anyway, if I want to fight, I can't fight my senior brother."

At the insistence of the senior brother, the senior brother willingly accepted part of the spirit stones.

The two brothers and sisters were respectful, smiling comfortably as they watched the monks facing each other, talking and laughing.

In addition to this episode, there are also draws of the same bamboo stick, and the difference in cultivation is too great, so you can only be defeated without a fight.

Forcibly want to fight, the other party will not keep his hand, and then he will be injured and will not be able to explore the treasure again for two days.

Under the cultivation of too much difference, they are still able to calmly analyze the pros and cons.

"I've seen this junior sister." Song Wanling arched her hand slightly and said with a smile.

"I've seen Senior Sister!" The other party was silent.

Song Wanling lowered her hand, and was about to say another word when the other party rushed over.

It turned out that as early as when they greeted each other, the other party's spiritual power was ready, and the magic sword in his hand waved, and the green light grew in the wind, hitting Song Wanling's pretty face.

Song Wanling's pupils shrank slightly, she turned around, threw her palm, and a spiritual light appeared, and then she broke away from her palm and landed into a shield.

The green light was blocked, and the nun pressed forward again.

With a flick of her hand, several seeds were thrown into the scattered green mang, and soon catalyzed the thorns covered with barbs, and she walked around the water shield with her teeth and claws, and wanted to swing towards Song Wanling.

At the same time, the magic sword in her hand continued to swing, and the green light collided in the water shield at great speed.

Song Wanling raised her hand and was about to fight back, when she felt a little strange under her feet, and the ground began to roll.

She immediately stomped on the soles of her feet, and another water shield condensed under her feet, and it was vaguely visible that the thorns of earth were resisted.

The other party actually used both wood and earth spells.

As soon as Song Wanling's arm was raised, Shui Yueyan turned in front of her, and then spun around her side, and the thorns were covered by the gentle water waves.

In a few moments, the sharp barbs fell.

Immediately, Mizuki Aya passed through the water curtain that was dissolved by the green rays, and shot towards the female cultivator.

She was shocked, holding the magic sword in her hand, and the other hand could be distracted and pinched, and Tu Dun quickly condensed in front of her.

At a quick glance, Song Wanling, who had no magic weapon to protect herself, seemed to be easily attacked.

Her eyes flashed, and she was about to be distracted and throw out a handful of seeds, to force the other party back with thorns before Mizuki Aya approached.

Song Wanling shook her head, knowing that she was more of a mentality to join in the fun, but the other party really showed all his ability to compete.

In this way, she didn't play anymore, her expression was solemn, she flew into the sky in one fell swoop, and with a wave of her hand, the water slanted through the air, and she sucked her palm.

Immediately, her wrist flipped over, and she saw a flash of spiritual light, and the water condensed into a water cone, which was thrown away by her palm.

At the same time, Mizuki Aya broke through the earth shield, and the sand spread, and the water cone pierced towards the female cultivator's heart.

She scrambled backwards, but the water cone approached and landed on her shoulder.

When he thought that he was going to be in severe pain, the water cone turned into a stream of water and flowed down from the outer disciple's robe, which was only a little waterproof and had no defensive effect.

Shui Yue Aya slapped her body gently, and at this time, her spiritual power had been exhausted, and she was about to be pushed to the ground.

But when the whole body couldn't be controlled, the already gentle strength of Mizuki Aya was completely removed, and it turned around her waist slightly.

Following that strength, the female cultivator stood firm, her legs were weak, and her sword hit the ground.

Song Wanling landed on the ground, and Shui Yue Aya protected her, still as beautiful and pure as when she first came.

"It's me who lost!"

The nun's eyes flickered, but she still lowered her head.

Song Wanling smiled, "Accept it, junior sister." ”

With that, she walked towards the spirit tree, which already had disciples standing and was ready to be picked at any time.

After walking a few steps and stopping, she turned around and said seriously: "I am a magic weapon with a lot of power, and I have a higher cultivation than you.

But it is definitely not as skilled as you in the use of spells, and I have benefited slightly from this battle. ”

The nun looked up, and the other party had already turned around, leaving only a delicate and slender figure with a delicate streamer.

When the half-burnt incense arrived, the zhu fruit was ripe, and the first two inner disciples were polite to Song Wanling at this time.

Song Wanling nodded to them and floated into the air, and the water moon fluttered under her feet, passing through the air.

Use spiritual power to pick the Zhu Guo, collect it in the jade box, fall to the ground, and the jade box disappears in the palm of your hand.

The three inner disciples occupied the three Zhu fruits, and the other six were all obtained by the outer disciples, and they left before and after.

The remaining outer disciples stood under the leafy trees, each with a little unwillingness on their faces.

"The three inner disciples occupy three, they don't lack this Zhu Guo at all, and they still have to fight with us!"

A monk said indignantly.

A woman walked into the female cultivator who had just fought with Song Wanling.

"Senior sister, your two magic techniques are Qi cultivation, and the senior brother of the tenth layer will be defeated by you.

The opponent has a body of spiritual power, and he has no combat experience at all, but he can defeat you with a magic weapon.

Since there is a magic weapon that is almost of the highest grade, how can there be a lack of a Zhu Guo, it is really unfair to God! ”

The female cultivator lowered her eyes, she could defeat the tenth layer of Qi cultivation by practicing the ninth layer of qi, and if she got a Zhu Guo, she could break through the first layer of cultivation.

At that time, she is not afraid of the eleventh layer of Qi training, and most of the twelve layers of Qi training are preparing for foundation building, and many tasks in the outer gate are available for her to choose from, but it is only a little short!

"Don't complain here, our outer disciples can't be compared with the inner disciples.

But out of the spirit and faction, more scattered cultivators know that our origin is three points lighter.

Our spiritual power is pure, and we can control a lot of spells, which can be exchanged as long as we contribute points.

At that time, did you have mercy on the loose cultivation and give up the things you cultivated? ”

A male cultivator patted the clothes that left some footprints, but said calmly.

"Which side are you!" The angry monk immediately accused.

He only shook his head, "The skills are not as good as people, why bother to be the same as the mortal people, if Zhu Guo is lost, will his cultivation be lost together?" ”

Saying that, he turned around and left directly, and the nun looked at the figure in a daze, and let go of her clenched hand.

Zhu Guo has already entered someone else's storage bag, so don't worry about it here.

There is still more than a day to go, and the secret realm is very great, and there may be other opportunities to cultivate by yourself!

In her mind, she was about to be stabbed by the water cone, but the other party withdrew her spiritual power in time and only wet her clothes.

Then he used the precious magic weapon to protect her from falling hard.

She was not grateful, and the resentment that had just risen dissipated.

Don't think about it, although the other party has a lot of resources and powerful magic weapons, in the final analysis, it is still inferior to others.

After getting a Zhu Guo, Song Wanling was in a more beautiful mood, and killed a few more demon beasts.

The robe automatically receded when it was stained with blood, and her face was sticky, but she didn't change her face, but washed it carefully, and continued to walk indifferently towards the depths.

It's just that there is no gain, and in the blink of an eye, it is the third day of entering the secret realm, that is, the passage is open today to leave the secret realm.

Song Wanling carefully observed the environment she had walked through, and found nothing new, so she planned to turn around and walk towards the passage.

At that moment, she paused, turned around and did not retreat the way she came.

Instead, he went in the direction of the side, one step at a time.

……