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Zhang Cheng patted the storage bag, and a blue light flew out of it. The blue light of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info dissipated, and there was an extra pair of bamboo slips in his hand, on which some slightly ancient words were engraved. This bamboo slip is a good artifact, with a slight ripple of streamer on it.

He held the bamboo slip in his hand and said to the scholar next to him: "Liu Xun, I will deal with the woman holding the qin, and the remaining young man with the sword will be handed over to you." He turned his head to look at the soul golden cicada on the stone platform, and found that the shell on the golden cicada had already molted to the tail, "Fight quickly, take the cicada shell and go to meet Uncle Li and Uncle Shui!"

The scholar named Liu Xun nodded and sacrificed his own mystery. His mystery is a brush, made of agate, about a meter long, the barrel is as thick as an arm, the tip of the pen is like a spike, glowing with a faint cold light.

"Bamboo slips and brushes can also be used as mysterious tools?" At this moment, a loose cultivator in the audience looked at the bamboo slips in Zhang Cheng's hand and the brush in Liu Xun's hand, and exclaimed. The cultivators he had seen generally used swords, axes, sticks, guns, halberds, and bamboo slips and brushes as mystical weapons, but it was the first time he had seen them.

"You don't know. A cultivator next to him came over and said with a smug face: "They are people from the Righteous Qi Academy, and they are practicing the Confucian way of cultivating truth. Confucianism is based on literature to enter the Tao, and it is normal to use bamboo slips and brushes as mystical tools. ”

Hearing these words, the loose cultivator who had just spoken showed an expression of sudden realization. He stared at the two groups of people in front of him who were full of gunpowder, his eyes full of anticipation. The collision of the guqin and the bamboo slips, the duel between the sword and the pen, what kind of sparks can be sparked?

"Squeak ......" A slight cicada chirp sounded on the stone platform, and the shell of the soul golden cicada shed a few more points.

"Do it!" Zhang Cheng glanced at Liu Xun and took the lead. I saw him holding the bamboo slip in both hands and injecting vitality into it. Between the lines of the bamboo slips, there is vitality flowing, and the vitality is like a stream of water, surrounding those words. The vitality changes, gradually converging into words, floating in front of the bamboo slips. It turns out that those vitality is copying the words on the bamboo slips!

At this time, his expression was pious and solemn, and he recited the words above. Suddenly, a text formed by the copying of Yuan Qi moved. It flew out of the bamboo slip and shot out towards Xue Qianxue. In addition to the huge power, the small characters copied by the vitality also have a trace of majestic momentum.

"The vitality can still be used like this!" The scattered cultivators in the audience looked at the small characters of the vitality inspired by Zhang Cheng from the bamboo slips, and his face was shocked, and he secretly said that the Confucian way of cultivating the truth is really mysterious.

"Hey, isn't this method of using Yuan Qi the same as Wang Wen?" Zhan Ying sighed softly.

Xiao Yao looked at the words condensed by the Yuan Qi with burning eyes, shook his head, and said with a smile: "The Confucian method of using the Yuan Qi is to engrave the articles of the Confucian sages on the bamboo slips in advance, and then urge the Yuan Qi, copy the words on it, and send out an attack, such an attack will be accompanied by a bit of the breath of the sage's articles. The higher the cultivation, the stronger the aura attached to the attack. If he carved a heroic article, then his attack has a few hints of majesty. If he carved a gentle article, then his attack had a hint of gentleness. ”

He turned his gaze to Wang Wen again and continued: "And Wang Wenxiu is the way of a novelist, and the articles used by novelists are all created by themselves, not written by others. Creating illusions with one's own articles, bringing the opponent into the story he created, and letting him sink into it, is the essence of the novelist's mystical arts. Confucian essays are upright and rigorous, while novelists' essays are whimsical and full of atmosphere. One is to learn from things, obey the mandate of heaven, cultivate one's self and seek the right way, and the other is to write a book and a story, writing about people and writing about life and death. ”

After listening to Xiao Yao's explanation, Zhan Ying showed an expression of sudden realization. Mo Yanyu on the side looked at him in a daze, his eyes shining with brilliance.

"Confucian occultism is so powerful, it seems that everyone in Xue is in some danger!" Zhanying stared at Xue Qianxue who was holding the guqin, with a worried face. After all, a beautiful woman will always easily get the support of others.

Xiao Yao shook his head and said lightly: "Don't worry, Xue Qianxue cultivates the way of a music dancer." The means of music and dancers are not simple. ”

"Keng!" At this moment, Xue Qianxue's fingers were on the guqin, and with a hook of her fingertips, the strings vibrated and made a rapid crisp sound, and everyone present was shocked in their minds. An arc-shaped Yuan Qi blade shot out from the strings, facing the flying Yuan Qi small characters.

"Touch!" There was a crisp sound, and the qi blades emitted by the strings collided with the small characters of the vitality in the air, scattered into vitality, and disappeared into the air.

"Good means!" Zhan Ying's eyes flashed with a glimmer of brilliance, and he admired excitedly. Zhang Cheng on the side quickly recited the article on the bamboo slip. One after another, the small characters of vitality flew towards Xue Qianxue.

Xue Qianxue's ten fingers jumped, and with the sound of the heavenly piano, the arc-shaped Yuan Qi blade also swarmed out from the strings and shot towards Zhang Cheng.

Between the two, the vitality exploded one after another, like a firework, although fierce and beautiful.

"Brother, which of them do you think will win?" Mo Yanyu couldn't help but ask.

Mo Li stared closely at the picture of Zhang Cheng and Xue Qianxue fighting, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Both of them have their own merits, and their cultivation is comparable, and now it is a tie." Speaking of this, he stopped, pondered for a moment, and then said: "But go on, Xue Qianxue's piano sound has magical power, and it will slowly affect Zhang Cheng, and Zhang Cheng will fail in less than half an hour." ”

Xue Qianxue and Zhang Cheng were on their side, and they didn't know the winner for a while. And the battle between Liu Xun and the young man with the sword also kicked off. I saw Liu Xun holding a pen in one hand and swiping it into the air. The vitality is like ink, condensed but not dispersed, forming a stroke. With great power, the strokes smashed towards the young man with the sword on his back.

This kind of method made the casual cultivators in the audience widen their eyes. They stood far away, and they all felt the great power of this pen. They shifted their gaze to the sword-carrying boy to see how he defused it.

However, the young man with the sword on his back did not move, and just as the strokes formed by the condensation of the vitality were about to approach him, his hand went forward, and the long sword on his back suddenly came out of its sheath and turned into a white light.

"Bump!" The long sword shattered the strokes condensed by the vitality, and it was still castrated, shooting towards Liu Xun.

Liu Xun was frightened and hurriedly moved his body to dodge the attack of the long sword. But the sword seemed to have eyes, and no matter how he dodged, it followed.

The scattered cultivators in the audience, looking at the flying long sword, suddenly exploded.

"What kind of occult art is this? You can actually leave your sword and keep the enemy a hundred steps away!"

"Yes, I've been cultivating for decades, and I've never seen anyone use a sword like this!"

Xiao Yao looked at the long sword that chased Liu Xun and was shocked: "Zongheng Family's Flying Sword Technique!" That night, he came out of Fengyue Tower and encountered the Shadow Stream assassination of the Wei Family, and it was this flying sword technique that saved him. He looked at the young man who had just used the flying sword technique, and said in his heart that he had saved himself that night.

"Poof!"

The long sword slid over Liu Xun's shoulder, tearing a long gap, and then it turned around again and returned to the hand of the young man with the sword on his back. The young man wiped the blood stains on the sword with his sleeve robe, and said lightly: "You are not my opponent!"

The cultivators' eyes widened with incredulity. Liu Xun of the Confucian Righteous Qi Academy was defeated and defeated by a flying long sword. They locked their eyes on the young man, and they wanted to know who this young man who had defeated Liu Xun from the top power of the imperial capital, but who was not in the same grade, was sacred.

Liu Xun covered his shoulders, his eyes staring at the long sword in the young man's hand, very jealous. He sighed: "Today, I lost in the flying sword technique of the Zongheng family, and I, Liu Xun, am convinced." He suddenly said to himself again: "Even the Zongheng family, who is rarely born, has come out, and the world is really lively!"

The young man ignored Liu Xun, but turned his head to Xue Qianxue on the side, paying attention to the battle over there.

"Bump, smack, smack, smack......"

The Yuanqi blade emitted by the strings and the Yuanqi small characters copied on the bamboo slips were still colliding fiercely, and the situation was a little stiff for a while. But such a situation fell in the eyes of the young man with the sword on his back, and the corners of his mouth set off a strange arc.

Suddenly, the melody that had just been bland suddenly changed, and the sound of the piano suddenly became excited. The Yuan Qi blade emitted from the strings suddenly became violent. Zhang Cheng was shocked, not only Xue Qianxue's attack was more ferocious, but the sound of the piano was also suddenly raised. There is a hint of magic attached to the sound of the piano, which wants to invade his mind. He didn't dare to be careless, and suddenly his body strength skyrocketed, and he quickly read the article on the bamboo slip. The bamboo slips made a buzzing sound and trembled.

"Smack!" a string flicked out the Yuan Qi blade, striking the bamboo slip. The bamboo slips were taken off and scattered on the ground. Zhang Cheng clutched his chest, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He immediately took out an elixir from his arms, swallowed it, closed his eyes and breathed.

"Squeak!" the soul golden cicada on the stone platform let out a crisp sound. The soul golden cicada shells have all been transformed, and they are still prostrate on the stone platform, dead.

Xue Qianxue stood up, glanced around the audience, and said leisurely: "Everyone, who still wants this soul golden cicada, please come up, and the little woman will ask for a lesson or two." ”

The lively crowd just now suddenly quieted down again, and even the people of the Confucian Righteous Qi Academy were not their opponents, who would dare to step forward. Although the soul golden cicada shell is precious, it is not as precious as one's own life. Zhang Cheng, who had just been defeated by Xue Qianxue and was healing from his luck, just glared at Xue Qianxue angrily, unwilling.

"Since you have accepted, the little woman has been disrespectful. Seeing that no one answered, Xue Qianxue moved lightly and walked towards the stone platform.

"Wait!"

Just then, a voice rang out. The people in the hall all looked at the place where the voice came from.

Xiao Yao ignored everyone's gaze and walked towards the young man with the sword on his back. Xue Qianxue and the young man with the sword on their backs saw that it was Xiao Yao, and a hint of discoloration flashed in their eyes.

"Thank you for coming to the rescue that day, and I haven't asked my brother Taigui's surname yet!" Xiao Yao bowed to the young man with the sword on his back.

The young man with the sword on his back smiled: "It's a trivial matter, why worry about it." Under Nie Jianfei. You invited me to drink that day, and I rescued you, and the two of us were even. ”

Xiao Yao waved his hand and said with a serious face: "The grace of saving lives can be leveled with a glass of thin wine." Today's soul golden cicada shell, I will give you half of it, which can be regarded as repaying the life-saving feelings of that day. ”

Hearing this, Nie Jianfei was stunned. He and Xue Qianxue defeated Zhang Cheng and Liu Xun, who had the highest cultivation here, and the soul golden cicada shell was already in the bag of himself and Xue Qianxue. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yao, who only had the fifth level of the Casting Realm, now actually said that he would give half of the Soul Golden Cicada Shell to himself, as if this Soul Golden Cicada Shell was already his. In this case, it seems a bit arrogant.

Nie Jianfei was stunned, but Xue Qianxue was a little annoyed, and she said to Xiao Yao in a sullen voice: "Xiao Yao, this is the Yishui Heavenly Tomb, not the Xiao family of Yishui City." Even if it's the Xiao family, you have to know. The Xiao family is only very powerful in Yishui City, but outside, it is nothing. She suddenly released a surging vitality, Ling Ran looked at Xiao Yao, and said, "Although I am surprised by your growth speed, you must know that no matter how fast you grow, you can only have the fifth level of the Casting Birth Realm now. There is no one here who is my opponent with Jian Fei, and of course the Soul Golden Cicada Shell is ours. Today I want the soul golden cicada shell, we will take it ourselves, why do you need to give it away!"

Xiao Yao shook his head at her and didn't speak.

"I think this soul golden cicada shell may not be yours!" At this moment, Mo Li and the others also came over and stood next to Xiao Yao.

Xue Qianxue looked at Mo Li and the others, and her face suddenly became solemn. She found that the cultivation of this group of people was not low, especially the black-faced man with a sledgehammer on his back, and the aura on his body brought a lot of oppression to herself. Except for the black-faced man, the cultivation of several other people is lower than himself. It turned out that Xiao Yao just said that because he had a helper.

She frowned slightly, and thought quickly in her heart. Today, this soul golden cicada shell is determined to obtain it, and finally defeated the two scholars of Confucianism who are eightfold in the fetal realm, thinking that they can get the soul golden cicada shell. But now Xiao Yao and others suddenly appeared, wanting to divide half of the soul golden cicada shell that originally belonged to her, and she was unwilling. With Jian Fei by herself, the two Casting Birth Realm Eightfold, plus the unique occult techniques of the Le Dancer and the Zongheng Family, she didn't believe that she couldn't deal with only one Casting Birth Realm Ninefold, and the others were ordinary cultivators below the Eightfold Casting Realm. Thinking of this, she turned her heart sideways and planned to give it a go. After all, no one wants to divide half of such a thing as a soul golden cicada shell.

Sensing that Xue Qianxue seemed to be moving, Nie Jianfei grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't move, they are not ordinary cultivators. That black-faced man is not simple, you and I are not his opponent!" Hearing this, Xue Qianxue released the vitality in her body, which could be regarded as a compromise, she had already acquiesced to Xiao Yao's proposal to divide it in half.

Seeing her like this, Nie Jianfei breathed a sigh of relief. The aura of the black-faced man made him very jealous. He was afraid that Xue Qianxue would be impulsive and have a conflict with the other side, not to mention half of the soul golden cicada shell, I am afraid that he would not even get a little.

He arched his hand towards Xiao Yao, and he was not hypocritical, and said with a smile: "Since you say so, then I won't shirk it." We're half of us!"

Xiao Yao and Nie Jianfei walked side by side like a stone platform, intending to carve up the soul golden cicada shell above. Everyone in the audience looked at them, their eyes full of envy.

"Stop, the soul golden cicada shell is mine!" At this moment, two white figures shot towards the stone platform.

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