Advise Qingshan

Chapter 72

After the two sides greeted each other, the following competition officially began.

Zhang Fu's body is a huge fluorescent jellyfish in the South China Sea, which is better at glowing above his head.

When this kind of jellyfish was young, its brightness was comparable to that of a firefly. It is gentle and gentle. When it grows to the size of Zhang Fu, the light it emits can be as dazzling as an oil lamp on a desk. Specially hire this kind of monsters and let them sit in the hall and shine on their foreheads. It is said that this romantic light is more likely to arouse enthusiasm between girls and benefactors, and encourage them to spend money.

Ta Ling floated out and wondered, "Can this kind of monster also enter the inner game?"

Ye Zhuo, "Since standing here, of course, he has the ability to enter the inner competition. This kind of demon cultivator has a unique technique called condensing light, which can gather beams of light into needles. Light needles are gathered by light. They are not entities. , can only dodge, it is very difficult."

Ta Ling narrowed his eyes, "Why is Qing Wan also shining? He also practiced condensing light."

Ye Zhuo pushed him back and scolded, "Are you blind? That's the reflection of the gold on his head."

"Qingwan is really powerful, isn't it heavy to hold so much gold?" Ta Ling yawned, "They stood there for a long time without moving, whether to fight or not.

"I can't move, Qingwan's skirt has at least four layers, I'm afraid he will be tripped to death." Ye Zhu said, "But the competition has already begun."

The tower spirit cannot be felt by the spirit body. In a place that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, irregular air waves have set off on the field. It seems that two invisible energy fields collide with each other and check and balance each other.

Ye Ju said, "No wonder he can go to Nei Sai, this is an attack on 'God'."

Jian Qing just sat back and just heard Ye Zhuo's words, and asked, "God? What god? Don't those cultivators who don't believe in the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother?"

"We don't believe it either." Ye Zhuo tapped his head, "This is the god of 'spirit', and it was mentioned in the Su Wen chapter of the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic that "those who win the god will prosper, and those who lose the spirit will perish. ", that is to say, 'God' can control the body, and it is a major determinant of the decline and death of the individual."

He rubbed his chin, "It is rumored that there are three major realms of congealing light, the highest being concentrating, that is, turning light into a domain, and suppressing the opponent's 'god' in the domain, making people fearful, and subduing others without fighting. This monster is very strong .”

But Qing Wan remained motionless, unaffected by concentration at all, through the veil on his face, one could even see the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was smiling, but Zhang Fu seemed to bump into something, and retreated half the field. There was a commotion among the young disciples.

"I haven't seen him use his spiritual power. How did he do it?"

"What kind of method is this, why have I never seen it before?"

"Two 'gods' fight each other, and the weak retreat."

Ye Zhuo turned his head and asked Jian Bai, "You are pushing from the spring, and he is pushing from the magic cultivator. You will definitely meet him later, are you sure you can deal with it?"

Jian Bai looked dignified and shook his head, "Not at all."

On the field, the demon cultivator obviously gave up fighting the enemy with gods, he strung out from the right side suddenly, and used the basic chapter of Condensation Technique. out, weaving into a huge optical net covering the audience, and moving towards Qing Wan.

Ye Zhuao said, "It's not easy to condense light into a needle, but this person condenses light into a net, almost invincible at the same level."

Qing Wan still stood still, I saw that he pulled out a gold hairpin on top of his head, swayed it twice between his wrists, made two bangs from left and right, the golden fork drew a circular arc, as easily as turning a giant hairpin with his wrist. The net fell apart in an instant. ,

Ta Ling wondered, "Zhang Talisman is a condensed line of light, originally an invisible thing, and the golden hairpin is tangible, just like raising a sword to chop off the sun. It shouldn't be able to chop anything. How can he use the tangible to break the invisible?"

Ye Zhuao said, "The 'god' is attached to the gold hairpin, and the 'god' is also invisible. When Zhang Fu comes up to attack with the 'god', he fights back with a god, which is very individual."

Ta Ling said, "Xian Jun said that what he is best at is not necessarily 'God'."

Ye Zhuao said, "Naturally, my sword cultivators and demon cultivators are not good at controlling 'gods'. This is what demon cultivators and Taoist cultivators are good at."

He pointed to the field, "There is nothing to fight, Xiao Yaoxiu is doomed."

Seeing that Zhang Fu missed a hit, he leaped back and retreated, made two false strokes with his fingers, and summoned a golden light, he jumped high, with the two lights focused on the palm of his hand, he slashed straight down at the top of Qing Wan's head, Qing Wan remained motionless, There was a sudden wind blowing on the field again, and the smoke piled up in an instant, and everyone saw golden light penetrating into the surroundings. The next moment, Zhang Fu flew backwards in an instant, and fell on the stage with a bang.

Qing Wan clapped her hands, saluted and said, "My little girl has accepted this."

The audience was silent.

Moxiu was quiet for a moment, then a burst of cock crowing broke out.

Qingwan smiled, then carried the shelf to Sifang, then lifted the hem of the skirt, and Shi Shiran left the stage.

Ye Zhu held his chin, "This age is really strong." He thought for a while, "Have I had a date with him?"

"It should be no." Jian Bai said, "Elder Duanxiu only arranged for you to try the sword. There is no extra arrangement, but if you want to give it a try, you can send a battle letter before the ranking is announced."

Ye Zhuo: "What is that?"

"I'm just dissatisfied with the rankings and challenged the top few, but the time is only one day. If you are ranked behind the hundred and want to rush to the front, you will have to fight hundreds of games a day." Jian Bai said, "Elder Wen Xing wins every day."

Ye Zhu's words are two points strange, "In the final ranking of the last session, he was actually outside the top [-]?"

Jian Qing shook his legs, shook his head, and said with a smile, "No way, the elder gave up all the previous competitions and only participated in the last day."

This kind of behavior is not crazy. If it is not extremely conceited, it is extremely mentally retarded. In Ye Jue's memory, Wen Xing has always played steadily, and he is not someone who likes to win the title of madman genius. He couldn't help frowning "Did something happen at that time? Why did you just give up."

Jian Bai said, "Nothing happened, but..."

He paused, Jian Qing filled it up for him, and he looked longingly, "It is said that he was the disciple of the previous Guangyu Yuanjun, from Guangquzhai, but he gave up the last ten games, and fought ten games in a row on the last day. Elder Wen Xing's teacher at the time told him that he hoped he would surpass Guangqu, so the elder simply gave up a hundred games."

He shook his head and shook his head, "It's really majestic, with such a youthful spirit, asking the world if there is any dissatisfaction, fighting with a sword for more than a hundred games, senior, you don't know..."

Ye Zhuo's face has sunk.

"Is he hurt?"

"Injured?" Jian Qing repeated, seeming a little confused, he scratched his head, "I don't know."

Ye Jue held his breath again and cursed Suji Taoist again, finally sighed quietly, "Then is he tired?"

Jian Qing thought for a while, "I'm tired, I heard that I couldn't even hold the sword in the end, and I knelt on the stage at the same time as No. What a sight!"

Ye Zhuo said in his heart that I admire your uncle, he stood up abruptly, with only one thing on his mind, "Go find Wen Xing."

This emotion is turbulent and unfamiliar, it is strange to say, it is obviously an old thing many years ago, Wen Xing is probably indifferent, but Ye Jue is very annoyed, wishing to go back in time, beat up Su Ji, he will take Filled with nameless anger, he jumped off the stage and went to the place where Wen Xing was teaching.

After the two games in the morning, and just finished one class, Wen Xing just got off Xianjun's golden chair, when he saw Ye Zhuo walking over with a grim expression, even walking faster than usual, he couldn't help asking, "What's the matter? "

Ye Zhuoqi's heart and lungs hurt, and he almost became angry from embarrassment. He urgently needed something to stabilize his emotions. He desperately wanted to make sure that Wen Xing was healthy and safe, so he threw himself on him, pressed his chest against his chest, and clasped his hands together. Over his "teacher, the disciple is not happy."

When Ye Zhuo rushed over, Wen Xing's heartbeat started to fluctuate.He moved his fingers helplessly, and after a while he hugged him back stiffly, patted him lightly, and asked, "What happened?"

Ye Zhuo sighed, and didn't know how to bring up this old matter. After all, as a disciple of Wen Xing, he had no position to blame himself on Taoist Suji or Xiaquan Palace. He just waved his hand and deliberately changed the topic. Say, "I saw the Qingwan recommended by Moxiu today."

Wen Xing stretched out his hands and lowered his head to straighten his messy collar just now. He saw that Ye Jue was talking nonsense on purpose, so he followed him and asked, "Well, what's wrong with him?"

They were close, Wen Xing lowered his eyes, and Ye Zhu could just see the clear glass color in his pupils from his fine eyelashes, it was very beautiful, without any resentment or resentment, he was so bright and clear Little Elder.So Ye Zhuo began to feel distressed again, and finally he could only say, "Qing Wan is quite strong, I don't think Jian Bai may be able to win."

"Maxiu shouldn't have won the leader of the Three Realms Grand Competition for many years, right?"

The Three Realms Competition is said to be a stage for young people to show off, but it is actually a platform for various forces to shock each other. After all, the leader represents the peak strength of the younger generation. From the strength of top talents, the development of the Three Realms in the next hundred years or so can be roughly judged. However, if Jian Bai is far behind Qing Wan, it is inevitable that no one will think that the decline of the human race will have the opportunity to stir up troubles in the future.

In fact, as far as Ye Zhuo knows, most of the demon cultivators, headed by Baimu Lingjun, are reclusive, and many of them are indifferent by nature. Although there are also rat monsters who live in groups, most of the powerful demon cultivators live in solitude and have a strong sense of community. Strong, rookies will not participate in the competition, and the number of demon cultivators is much lower than that of Taoist cultivators, and the number of geniuses is even smaller, so the human realm has been the leader for many years.

Wen Xing hummed, staring at Ye Zhuo's collar, as if to see if it was still crooked, and said, "It's not necessarily true, Changzhou Duyue abandoned two quotas this year and only kept one, so I'm so confident, I think it's true." Tianjiao."

He hadn't finished speaking, but he heard a voice suddenly coming from the arena, but a disciple stretched his voice and announced loudly, "Zhu Bai of Changzhou Duyue Pavilion vs. Sushan faction Jiang Yi, Zhu Bai forfeited the match, and Jiang Yi won."

The word "out" is extremely long, like the voice of beating drums and shouting "be careful of fire candles" in the middle of the night.

Ye Zhuo let out a sigh, and said, "Why, it seems that Changzhou Duyue is not convinced. This Zhu Bai also wants to play the last day of the game?"

The word 'also' is a bit subtle, so Wen Xing picked it up and asked him, "You know?"

He smiled very quickly, walked two steps quickly, hesitated, and asked in a low voice, "Am I very good?"

——It was exactly the same as when he won the competition in Xiaquan when he was a child and wanted Taoist Suji to praise him.

Ye Zhuo was already very shy, and thought to himself: Why are you so powerful, the more powerful you are, the more people oppress you, but he looked at Wen Xing, and nodded heavily, "Very powerful, why are you so powerful."

Wen Xing then smiled again, drawing out the shallow lying silkworm.

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Xianjun sat down with a group of Harpers, and finally welcomed the only sensible Wen Xing.

Xianjun ordered: Praise, praise me hard.