Chapter Forty-Seven - Successive Defeats
The Qi practitioner surnamed Fang struggled to support and stepped back step by step. Wherever he passed, he left a series of indentations on the hard bluestone ground, and you can imagine how much pressure he was under at the moment.
His two breaths of qi became dim, and he saw that his aura was about to be exhausted.
"Roar!"
The Tiger Beast Spirit Pattern was supported by Jiangnan's majestic aura, and finally tore the turtle and jaw spirit pattern, it looked up to the sky and let out a roar, looking indifferently at the Qi practitioner surnamed Fang, who was already at the end of the strong crossbow.
"Qi boy didn't make a move, so I won't intervene. The turtle totem looked up into the distance, then closed his eyes.
"It's also a good thing to let you see the strength of the qi cultivators outside, so as not to be arrogant.
The female monk surnamed Ji is only afraid that she has a lot of background. β
Lord Qi Feng stood outside the main hall, his face was thoughtful, and he faintly guessed the origin of the female monk surnamed Ji.
Jiang Nan's fight with the Qi practitioner surnamed Fang naturally couldn't hide from Lord Qi Feng, a monk in the Spirit Realm.
As long as he doesn't die, he doesn't want to intervene, and it's not a good thing to let the disciples in the sect frustrate once.
Jiang Nan's expression was cold, and his palm was slowly clenched, and he was about to hurt the Qi Practitioner surnamed Fang under his palm.
"You have to be forgiving and forgiving, this senior brother Jiangnan, you have obviously won, why bother to force each other. β
Mu Feng walked to the side of the Qi practitioner surnamed Fang, two life springs appeared in front of him, he stretched out his palms, and pressed against Jiangnan's aura palms one by one, withstanding the pressure.
The Qi practitioner surnamed Fang was pardoned, and looked at Mu Feng gratefully. His face was pale, and his forehead was soaked with sweat.
"This kid is running to join in the fun, it's time for me to go out and wipe my ass. β
The turtle totem exclaimed, if Mu Feng was in danger of being injured, it had to go out to stop it, otherwise that existence might be unhappy.
"This Mu Feng actually blocked the Jiangnan Dragon Descending Palm, which is a bit interesting. β
Lord Qi Feng's eyes flashed, he had never cared about Mu Feng's cultivation, and he didn't want him to show such an amazing side today.
"I didn't see that you, a handyman, had opened up two breaths. Jiang Nan was stunned, as if he had discovered something interesting.
"Jiangnan, you shoot lightly, don't hurt this person. Ji Ziyu's voice came into Jiang Nan's ears.
Jiang Nan was stunned at first, and then his eyes showed an incredible look, and his eyes looked at Mu Feng even colder.
"How could this kid get Ji Ziyu's favor?" Jiang Nan was puzzled, and his eyes were full of anger.
He was cautious along the way, and only promised to please this Ji Ziyu.
It's just that this Ji Ziyu is like air to him, and he doesn't take him in his eyes at all, but now he has kind words for this miscellaneous qi practitioner, which makes him unacceptable.
"Senior Sister Ji has spoken, so I naturally want to listen. Then I don't use the power of the spirit pattern to bully the kid in front of me, just two simple moves. β
Jiang Nan said in his mouth, he really took back the tiger beast spirit pattern to his side, and only the simplest exercise to confront Mu Feng.
"In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless. β
The corners of Jiang Nan's mouth raised an arc, he wanted to beat Mu Feng into an internal injury, so that he couldn't see the scars on the outside, and Ji Ziyu couldn't say anything.
Without using the power of the spirit pattern, he also had a way to easily clean up the qi cultivator in front of him, which was his confidence as a member of the Jiang family.
His three breaths of qi were bubbling up, and streams of spiritual energy continued to pour into the "Descending Dragon Palm", making it more and more dazzling, and he wanted to use the advantage of spiritual energy to shake Mu Feng out of internal injuries.
"Descend the Dragon's Palm!"
Jiang Nan raised his aura palm high and slapped it down at Mu Feng. This method is rough and simple, and whoever has a strong aura is naturally the winner.
This aura palm came towards Mu Feng with a violent and violent path.
Mu Feng frowned slightly, he stretched out his palms to lift upward, and bursts of brilliance erupted from the two life springs, and a large amount of spiritual energy surged towards his palms.
The aura palm print touched Mu Feng's palms, and Mu Feng's body was stunned, and his feet sank into the bluestone ground four or five inches deep.
His complexion quickly returned to normal, and he didn't feel much trouble when he blocked the menacing palm print.
Jiang Nan couldn't believe his eyes, the miscellaneous qi practitioner in front of him only opened up two qi springs, and he actually blocked the full force of his three qi springs.
This was too unexpected for him, a Qi practitioner with two breaths of Qi Spring had to compete with a Qi practitioner of three breaths of Qi Spring, which was a self-defeating practice.
"Then I'll kill you. β
Jiang Nan's heart regained his composure, he thought of a countermeasure, and he continuously transported the spiritual energy towards the palm of the descending dragon.
He saw that the aura in Mu Feng's two breaths of qi was rapidly consumed, and his eyes showed a look of pride, and he increased the input of aura to suppress Mu Feng in one fell swoop.
Mu Feng's two breaths of qi had become dim and irrelevant, crumbling, and seemed to be about to collapse at any time.
At this moment, an unexpected situation happened to Jiang Nan, and the two dim qi springs gradually condensed, and then burst out with brilliant spiritual light.
Mu Feng looked like an old god was there, holding up his dragon descending palm with both palms, and he didn't feel a trace of abnormality.
"This kid has a quirk. I'm going to do it quickly. I vaguely felt that his qi spring actually had a suppressive effect on my qi spring, this situation was too weird. β
Jiang Nan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Mu Feng, he opened three breaths of Qi Spring, he should have suppressed Mu Feng, but now he felt that his Qi Spring was suppressing by the other party.
"I don't believe that under the absolute suppression of aura, you kid can still turn the tables. β
Jiang Nan snorted softly, and the spirit pattern of the tiger beast that evolved from him turned into a stream of aura and merged into his body.
The three qi springs in front of him erupted with brilliant aura light, Jiang Nan's hands continued to seal, and one after another the aura light merged into the Dao Descent Dragon Palm, making it more and more dazzling.
"Jiang Nan has done his best, Mu Feng's kid obviously only has two breaths of Qi Spring, why can he fight hard for someone with three breaths of Qi Spring. β
Fang's surname Lian Qi Shi Hu said suspiciously. He didn't force him to use all his strength when he fought with Jiang Nan, but Mu Feng asked that Jiang Nan to go all out, which made him very puzzled.
This question naturally became a question for the other three qi practitioners, and they looked at Mu Feng with doubts in their eyes.
"Mu Feng, this kid is getting more and more incomprehensible. Qi Feng Lord muttered.
When he saw Mu Feng appearing, he was always paying attention, and he was ready to rescue Mu Feng at any time.
Mu Feng may be a tattoo master, this identity is too important, even if he offends Jiang Nan, he will not hesitate to do it.
"Mu Feng, boy and Lord Xiaolong, are really blessed. The turtle totem also sighed.
Even if something bizarre and incredible happened to Mu Feng, it would not be surprised, because Mu Feng had its extremely fearful existence behind him.
"This iron pimple is good, it's really anti-beating. Ji Ziyu's eyes were bent into a crescent shape, and her bright eyes flashed with luster, and she saw it with relish.
"Senior brother, since we can't tell the winner, let's stop. β
Mu Feng felt that it was very boring to compete with aura like this, and he didn't want to consume it with it.
"You can't tell the winner, haha, you think too highly of yourself. β
Jiang Nan laughed loudly, sweat stains appeared on his forehead, his three breaths of qi had dimmed, and his aura was rapidly depleting.
But he can't give in, and he can't even do it with a tie! He is a proud member of the Jiang family, and he is a figure with a head and face in the Empty City.
How could he be on an equal footing with this little-known small sect qi practitioner.
"Descend the dragon and subdue the tiger!"
Jiang Nan let out a loud shout, and his three dim qi springs turned into light rain, which flew and circled in the air, forming a tiger paw print the size of a zhang.
This is a beast mark made of spiritual energy, this kind of beast mark is not as agile as a spirit pattern, but it is a kind of attacking blade.
Jiang Nan pointed to the beast mark, and a rich aura fluctuation erupted on the beast mark, and it slowly sank, wanting to merge with the dragon descending palm to suppress Mu Feng together.
"The clay man also has three points of anger, you are so aggressive, it is too unreasonable!"
Mu Feng's eyes were bright, he was angered by Jiangnan, this person was forced again and again, he really thought he was a soft persimmon and everyone could handle it.
His sleeve robe stirred, and streams of spiritual energy poured into his palms.
A bright luster erupted between his palms, that kind of metallic luster, Mu Feng was evolving the pattern of cold iron, and he wanted to break the dragon palm with this pattern.
The cold iron spirit pattern was formed between Mu Feng's palms, and it shimmered with a cold iron luster, slowly unfolding, exuding a magnificent momentum.
Mu Feng's eyes were awe-inspiring, his hands showed the momentum of supporting the sky, and he raised his palms to meet the attack, and the cold iron spirit pattern was imprinted on the palm of the dragon descending.
"Boom!"
There was a buzzing sound, and a brilliant light erupted from the palm of the dragon descending that had been transformed by the aura.
The cold iron spirit pattern that Mu Feng had transformed shattered, turning into a little streamer and dissipating.
A trace of aura overflowed from the descending dragon palm, and after these spiritual qi overflowed, the descending dragon palm was obviously dimmed.
But the dragon descending palm print transformed by the aura was only a little dimmed, it was intact, and it could still suppress Mu Feng.
Looking at the aura of the beast seal of the size of more than one zhang, it is coming towards Mu Feng, if the beast seal and the dragon palm seal are combined, it will inevitably suppress Mu Feng here.
"Even the remnants of the cold iron want to fight against my dragon descender, I really don't know how thick the sky is. β
Jiang Nan snorted coldly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of curvature, which was a contemptuous gesture.
"This Cold Iron Spirit Pattern is just an ordinary ground-level Spirit Pattern, and it is incomplete, and the offensive power is insufficient. β
"Senior Brother Mu Feng be careful, if you can't do it, admit defeat. β
The qi practitioner surnamed Fang persuaded that Mu Feng sacrificed all the spirit patterns, but he was still invincible, and he didn't want Mu Feng to be injured in this battle for the wind.
"It's good if it works!"
Mu Feng didn't realize it, the essence in his eyes surged, the aura in the life spring continued to pour into his palm, his hands were sealed, and another cold iron spirit pattern emerged, and he raised his palm to meet the dragon palm seal again.
"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"
Jiang Nan sneered at the corner of his mouth, he was not in a hurry to fuse the beast seal to suppress Mu Feng now, it would be good if two Qi practitioners could evolve two or three tattoo techniques, he wanted to see how long that Mu Feng could last.