Chapter 22: Spiritual Weapons
"How is it possible!" Li Yunxiang was so shocked that he almost slapped the table and stood up, but the head was next to him, and he couldn't afford to lose his temper, so he still held back.
Hei Bai Xuan's head Yu Changning was stunned for a long time, and said in disbelief: "This Li Qianmo is so magical, I remember that he is a waste body, how can he open up a sea of qi?"
"yes. The head of Bimo Xuan frowned and nodded, "Not only that, but his cultivation has now reached the eightfold level of qi induction, and he only made one move to break Han Jian's Xuankong Breaking Golden Sword lightly, you must know that this move of Lu Dao is very difficult to deal with." ”
All the elders nodded, and their eyes all focused on Li Qianmo, full of surprise and curiosity.
In the field, Han Jian turned his head to look at Li Qianmo, a sense of humiliation rose in his heart, and gradually turned into anger, his face gradually became gloomy, his facial muscles jumped a few times, and suddenly let out a wild roar, brandishing a broken sword and slashing at Li Qianmo.
Li Qianmo turned his wrist, the long sword was already pointed at his throat, Han Jian suddenly stopped his footsteps and stood there motionless, extremely humiliated, he really wanted to step on Li Qianmo again, just like back then, but now that the sword is in his throat, if he dares to move forward a little more, he will be killed on the spot.
He finally cultivated to the peak of the sixfold qi induction, and originally wanted to be shortlisted in the top sixteen in this big competition to become an elite disciple, but he didn't expect to lose the first game, and the other party only made a sword, and the most humiliating thing was that this person was still Li Qianmo, who had been trampled on by him all the time.
Thinking of this, Han Jian's heart was not very sad, his nose was sore, his eyes were misty, and two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks, dripping on the ground and splashing a little dust.
Li Qianmo held the long sword against Han Jian's throat, turned his head to look at Elder Wen, and asked slowly, "Elder Wen, did I win?"
Elder Wen nodded and announced in a loud voice, "Tianji Pavilion Li Qianmo has won!"
Li Qianmo withdrew his magic sword expressionlessly, walked to the side of the stage, and when he arrived at the ring, he turned to look at Han Jian, who was lost in his soul, and said coldly: "Tears shed after such a setback, don't forget how much I have been bullied by you over the years, if I were like you, my eyes would have been blind from crying." ”
After he finished speaking, he jumped out of the ring, found a stone pier and sat down, the disciples around him avoided it from afar, and secretly pointed out and discussed with him, from their words, it can be heard that they no longer call him a little waste now, but start calling him by his name, it seems that Li Qianmo's performance in this competition surprised them very much, and the name of waste is estimated to be far away from him after today.
Elder Wen drove Han Jian out of the ring, loudly let No. 5 and No. 6 enter, and two disciples jumped into the ring, one from Hei Bai Xuan and the other from Dan Yao Hall, the disciple of Dan Yao Tang cultivated very high, in the early stage of Qi Extraction Sevenfold, the disciple of Black and White Xuan only had Qi Extraction Fivefold, and the two sides exchanged names in salute, and then the competition began.
Li Qianmo watched them compete from a distance, learning about the spell moves of each department, and secretly thinking about how to solve it in his heart.
Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of him, with fair skin, slender fingers, and slender nails, shining in the sun.
When he looked up, he was stunned, it was actually Liu Ning.
"What are you doing?" Li Qianmo frowned and asked coldly.
Liu Ning stretched out his hand in front of him, and it was a note that read: "Eight." ”
"You're in this ring too?"
Liu Ning smiled coldly: "No, I drew the number one hundred and twenty, but I just heard that you have cultivated to a great advancement, and you are still in the limelight in this ring, so I changed the number with my junior sister to teach you a lesson, with me, don't want to become an elite disciple." ”
Li Qianmo looked at her cultivation, in the early stage of Qi Ninefold, she was a realm higher than herself, no wonder she was so confident.
He snorted heavily and said coldly: "There is a way in heaven for you not to go, and there is no door for you to break into hell!"
"You're not small. Liu Ning lightly tugged her wide sleeves and sneered, "I hope your skills can be half as powerful as your mouth." After she finished speaking, she bent down in front of Li Qianmo, and said three words with a smile: "Little waste!"
Li Qianmo's eyes narrowed, the cold light in his eyes bloomed, and his momentum rose sharply, but he was immediately pressed down by him.
Liu Ning smiled smugly, turned around with her head held high, and walked towards a group of female disciples.
Soon after, the two people on the stage decided the winner, and Elder Wen announced the results and started the next game, No. 7 and No. 8.
Liu Ning is now the eighth, I saw her feet kicking the ground, her body fluttering, her fiery red clothes fluttering in the wind, stunning the audience, won a round of applause, many male disciples saw her beautiful appearance, and whistled on the stage.
Liu Ning enjoyed the feeling of being noticed, smiled and bowed to the audience, and then turned to look at his opponent.
Her opponent was a handsome man, wearing a dark colored robe, cultivating to the early stage of the eightfold qi induction, and the two sides saluted and reported their names.
"Wuyin Palace Liu Ning. ”
"Danyaotang Liu Tianyuan. ”
Liu Ning smiled and said: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Liu, I have heard of your name for a long time, Senior Sister, I have always wanted to ask you for advice but I didn't have a chance, but I didn't expect to finally meet you today." ”
Liu Tianyuan said indifferently: "I don't dare to be a big name, since I have met it, let's have a good competition, don't let the teachers down." ”
Above the stands, Yu Xuan turned his head, looked at Sun Boqing, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, seeing now, I still think that the disciples of your Danyao Hall are the most decent. ”
Sun Boqing smiled and said lightly: "The valley master praised it." ”
Xiao Qingluan was dissatisfied: "Where did our Liu Ning make the valley master uncomfortable?"
Fang Yuxuan smiled, waved his hand and said, "No, junior sister, don't speculate, it's just my feeling." ”
Xiao Qingluan was still puzzled, and suddenly said: "Senior brother, I heard that among the disciples of your Danyao Hall, this Liu Tianyuan is the most talented and powerful, what do you say he has a chance of winning when he meets Liu Ning?"
Sun Boqing smiled lightly: "Liu Tianyuan's talent in alchemy is not bad, but when it comes to Taoism, it is far worse than Pei Yuan and Pei Miao. ”
Xiao Qingluan closed her mouth when she heard this, Sun Boqing's words were ostensibly saying that Liu Tianyuan was useless, but the implication was to remind her: This batch of disciples is no longer useful, and there are two genius disciples in the Danyao Hall, Pei Yuan and Pei Miao.
Pei Yuan Pei Miao is a talent, and he has only cultivated for more than 100 years and has become a great power admired by tens of thousands of people, and he is on an equal footing with the elders in the valley, looking at who can reach the entire Xiaoyao Valley.
Although Xiao Qingluan kept silent, he was not very convinced in his heart, and said secretly: "What about Pei Yuan Pei Miao, I still have Yu Ziqing and Peacock, the two of them are also absolute geniuses, Ziqing has already attained the Great Perfection of the Dao Fetus, and it is possible to step into the realm of Merge Dao at any time, the Peacock cultivation time is still short, as long as she is given more time, she will not be worse than Pei Yuan in the future." ”
Here they are talking, the competition has begun, the magic weapon made by Liu Tianyuan is a high-grade magic weapon-level magic sword, the whole body is red, every time it is wielded, the heat is scorching, and there is faint fire blooming, which is terrifying.
The magic weapon made by Liu Ning is a fiery red silk silk, about one zhang long, about three feet wide, also rigid and soft, this silk silk is ever-changing in her hands, elusive, and can resist the flames emitted by Liu Tianyuan, with the help of this red silk, she has the upper hand as soon as she comes up.
Yu Changning was surprised after seeing it: "Senior Sister Xiao, you actually passed the Fire Silkworm Red Silk to her, this is a spiritual weapon, how can she use it." ”
Xiao Qingluan said proudly when he heard this: "The fire silkworm red silk is woven from fire silk, it is a flame magic weapon, and it is born to restrain the flame spell, Liu Ning, this child is the best fire spirit root, although it took a little effort to practice, but it was finally successful." ”
Yu Changning sighed and said with a dry smile: "Liu Ning is extremely talented, her cultivation is high, and now with the help of this fire silkworm red silk, it seems that there is no suspense about the top spot in this martial arts conference." ”
Xiao Qingluan was overjoyed when he heard this, his face was proud, and he suddenly heard a voice: "That's not necessarily." ”