Fang Zhenlu stepped down from the peak, the waves under his feet supporting his body as he rolled and arrived in the middle of the field in an instant.
Ren Mingyao was startled. He thought that fighting a few rounds with Fang Zhenlu's disciples would make Meng Zhen notice that his cultivation had improved.
He never expected that this person would personally enter the field. He couldn't help but be shocked.
But on second thought, to be able to fight against the top ten disciples, as long as he could hold on for a few rounds, he would be able to show some face in front of the Spiritual Masters, it would be much better than fighting against this person's disciples. So he quickly got excited again, came forward and said, "Fang Shixiong, please give me some pointers."
Fang Zhenlu waved his sleeves and said with an indifferent expression, "Junior Martial Brother Ren, you don't have to stand on ceremony. Show me whatever you have."
Though Ren Mingyao knew that he was not as good as this person, these words still made him uncomfortable. He forced a smile and said, "Then please forgive me for offending you."
Elder Xun stood in mid-air, his eyes half closed, and did not say anything to disturb him.
During the competition between the disciples of the sect, all of them displayed their skills and techniques. Sometimes, they would fight until they were drunk and could not stop in time, so it was inevitable for them to suffer some minor injuries. However, if the battle was intense and there was a threat to one's life, he would be needed to save them in time.
Zhang Yan looked over. He had done some research beforehand. Fang Zhenlu's Dan was of the third rank, and his cultivation method originated from one of the five techniques and three scriptures, the Xuanze Zhen Miao Upper Cave Technique.
However, though this person's cultivation method was the same as Xiao Bo's, he had already broken through the chakras and formed a mana seal. He had long mastered the control of his Dan Sha.
Once a cultivator's seal was formed, the cultivation method would be the same, but the techniques used would be ever-changing and different.
Ren Mingyao shouted, and the hawk under his feet screeched and brought him up into the clear sky.
He waved his sleeve, and a sword board flew out of his sleeve and circled in mid-air. It released strands of light that were as thin as gossamer, shining brightly.
He pointed with his fingers and said, "Quick!"
As soon as he said this, a sword light that was as thick as an arm shot out from the sword plate, and then it shook and exploded into a myriad of sword qi that sprayed down like fireworks!
Fang Zhenlu was still smiling. He stood there motionlessly, as if he didn't care about it at all. However, balls of pearl-like ice jade-like water of different sizes floated up behind him.
This ball of water was the size of a fist, the size of a grain of rice, transparent like amber, sparkling and translucent. It circled around his body, moving here and there, flying about indefinitely. When it was reflected by the morning sun, it actually emitted a rainbow light. The colors were gorgeous and dazzling.
The tens of thousands of sword lights charged down and collided with the water droplet. It was as if they had collided with ten thousand year old ice. Clanging sounds rang out as the golden light exploded and bounced off.
Fang Zhenlu stood among them. He didn't seem to be affected at all. He smiled and said in a loud voice, "This technique of yours is a trick. It's similar to the technique of Yuan Yang Sword Sect. You use external things, but you didn't get the true inheritance, and your technique doesn't match. It looks powerful, but within a hundred years, others might not be as good as you, but after a hundred years, your cultivation will definitely be weaker than your peers. This is a method of neglecting the essentials. If I were your master, I would definitely abandon you. "
As a disciple of a Xuanmen aristocratic family, he naturally wouldn't give Ren Mingyao any face. He dug out all of his shortcomings and belittled him.
However, he couldn't say that he wasn't. After all, every sentence he said was to the point, and he frankly pointed out the disadvantages of Ren Mingyao's current technique and the harm it would cause in the future.
It wasn't that Ren Mingyao didn't know the harm. Originally, the technique that he learned was also in the right order, but after Meng Zhen taught him the technique, he didn't care about him at all. The disciples around him who had become his disciples all had mana that surpassed him.
How could he be willing to suffer in the cave house day after day? He was eager to succeed, so he asked for this technique. The more he practiced it, the more he felt that it wasn't right. But now that he was a level six condensed core, it would be hard for him to turn back.
At this moment, he was annoyed by Fang Zhenlu's words. It was as if he was being hammered in the chest. He lost control of his emotions and shouted angrily. He pointed at the sword plate. The sword plate shook and turned, and in a split second, it shot out dozens of sharp golden rays.
The golden rays were condensed into a golden beam. When they appeared, they made whooshing sounds, like shooting stars, and arrived in the blink of an eye.
These golden lights were formed from the Divine Weapons he had refined, and were completely different from the ordinary Sword Qi. Originally, he wanted to fight a few rounds with Fang Zhenlu before using them as his trump card, but under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he was provoked by Fang Zhenlu's words, and he couldn't help but be at a loss. He wanted to use this method to regain some face.
Fang Zhenlu's expression was slightly surprised. He nodded and said, "That's more like it." Although he said that, he still didn't dodge.
When the golden ray landed, it smashed the water droplets into pieces. It actually charged into the inner circle.
Ren Mingyao couldn't help but be happy. But in the next moment, his expression froze.
That sword light had only penetrated a few inches when the hundreds and thousands of water droplets flew up one by one and struck the brilliance. It was like pearls and jade falling onto a plate, constantly emitting crisp vibrations. The sword light was immediately shaken to the point of being shaken to the side, collapsing out of shape, and without spinning, it shattered and collapsed.
But this time, Ren Mingyao was shocked. He had spent a lot of effort to cultivate each of these sword lights, but he didn't want them to be destroyed here. He gritted his teeth and made a hand seal. The remaining sword lights converged into a sword rainbow that was as wide as a palm and several meters long. Then, the sword rainbow slashed down again.
Fang Zhenlu's expression became a little more serious. With a thought, he took the initiative to meet the water droplets, and they collided with the sword ray.
The crystal water droplets exploded, but they didn't dissipate. Instead, they gathered together as they shattered, and formed as they were destroyed. It was like countless ice crystals wrapped around the sharp sword ray. As time passed, it was gradually worn away, until it completely disappeared.
Ren Mingyao's expression changed. Before he could feel the pain of losing more than ten Sword Qi, the hawk under his feet suddenly cried out and was pierced by the ice droplets. Then, he saw countless ice droplets raining down on him. In a panic, he hurriedly summoned the sword plate and summoned a round of sword ray to defend. But it didn't have the slightest effect. The ice droplets were easily penetrated and dispersed.
When he saw that Fang Zhenlu seemed to be unable to stop it any longer, Elder Xun who seemed to be dozing off on the other side suddenly raised his eyes and pointed with his index finger. A clear strand of sword qi flashed out, and in an instant, it was like the scorching sun melting snow, obliterating the water droplets. He glanced at Fang Zhenlu and said indifferently, It's Martial Nephew Fang who won. "
Fang Zhenlu secretly sighed in pity.
Ren Mingyao was disheartened and had no choice but to give up and admit defeat. He didn't expect that the method that he had practiced for so many years was easily defeated by someone else. He dejectedly bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice, Senior Brother Fang."
Fang Zhenlu looked at him a few times and suddenly smiled. He said, "You have also fought with me once. It can be said that we have some fate. Let me give you a few words of advice. Your aptitude is not bad, and you have only cultivated for a few decades. If you can get rid of all the crooked methods that you have cultivated, maybe there will be a day when your master will value you again. "
After that, he flicked his sleeves and left on a cloud of smoke. He returned to the peak and sat down.
Ren Mingyao listened to his words and returned to the bottom of the cliff in a daze. He sat there without saying a word.
Huang Fuzhou, who was watching the battle from the cliff pavilion, saw him like this. It was as if he thought of himself back then and felt the same way. He couldn't help but shake his head and say, "It's a pity that Ren Mingyao's aptitude is not bad. If he could calm down and deal with Fang Zhenlu, he would definitely be able to fight a few more rounds. He wouldn't be so helpless."
The woman beside him turned her head and said softly, "Senior Brother Huang, so what? He will struggle again. In the end, he will still lose. Those who don't understand the general situation will end up like him. "
After Huang Fuzhou heard this. After a long silence, he couldn't help but ask, "Why does Immortal Qin want me to stop that Junior Brother Zhang?"
The woman smiled lightly and said, "How can I know the meaning of Immortal Qin? But as long as Senior Brother does as you say, regardless of victory or defeat, there will be benefits for you. "
Huang Fuzhou nodded subconsciously. He also knew that if he took this step, he would not be able to gain Qi Yuntian's trust in the future. If it wasn't for the fact that he cared about his fellow disciples on Yangyue Island, he would not have agreed to Immortal Qin's conditions.
However, he was not a weak-willed person like Ren Mingyao. Since he had already made a choice, he would not think too much about other things. That would only mess up his state of mind.
At this time, in the sky, Ning Chongxuan also looked at Ren Mingyao, shook his head and sighed, "Junior Brother Ren originally had some spirit, but now that he has been distracted by Fang Zhenlu's words, I'm afraid he won't be of much use in the future in Martial Uncle Meng's eyes."
Zhang Yan nodded in agreement. As a disciple of a master and a disciple, the most important thing was temperament, followed by cultivation aptitude.
And the reason why Ning Chongxuan wanted him to become Qi Yuntian's disciple was also because of this.
Ren Mingyao was anxious for success, and once he encountered a setback, he would lose his soul. It was no wonder that Meng Zhen only accepted him as a registered disciple and no longer paid attention to him.
After Ren Mingyao and Fang Zhenlu left, another person stepped on a cloud of smoke and entered the field. This person's hair was crooked, his beard was untrimmed, and his robe was full of grease and stains. He looked extremely miserable. He picked up the wine pot and drank a mouthful. Then he tore open his robe and shouted towards the Eighth Peak, "Luo Qingyu, Junior Brother Luo, I'm here to challenge you!"
Zhang Yan saw that this person did not break through the formation in the valley, nor did he come down from the Tenth Peak Mountain, but he could still stand there and shout a challenge. He was slightly surprised and asked, "Senior Brother Ning, may I know who this person is?"
Ning Chongxuan said coldly, "This person's name is Zhou Yong. Junior Brother should have heard of his name."
Zhang Yan nodded and could not help but look at this person a few times.
This Zhou Yong was originally married into the Chen clan, but he later heard that he was entangled with a female demon and even gave birth to a son, causing the Chen clan to be furious and order him to personally kill the female demon and her son. Zhou Yong had no choice but to kill the mother and son, but after that, he abandoned himself to despair and later stepped down from the position of the top ten disciples. Only then did it become Fang Zhenlu's turn. "
Luo Qingyu's eyes flashed when he heard the challenge. He also stood up from the peak and leaped down with a green light.
When Zhou Yong saw him coming down, he smiled and threw away the wine pot in his hand. Then he waved his hand and gathered all the Dan Evil Qi in his body at one point, releasing a thick yellow light that expanded to a thousand feet wide. He did not wait for Luo Qingyu to stand still and brazenly collided with him.
Luo Qingyu snorted when he saw this. In an instant, the green light shone brightly and the whole sky was filled with green. In the blink of an eye, the two collided without any fancy tricks. Then there was a loud explosion and a whirlwind on the ground, pressing down on the grass and leaves on the mountain. When the tens of thousands of disciples outside the mountain heard this sound, they all felt short of breath and dizzy.
The two figures separated in the middle. Zhou Yong, with blood on the corner of his mouth, staggered back and panted, "Junior Brother Luo, I lost."
Elder Xun's eyes were calm and he said in a low voice, "Junior Brother Luo won this battle."
No one would have thought that the outcome of the battle would be decided so quickly.
Half of Luo Qingyu's sleeve was also torn to shreds and his arm was exposed. He frowned and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, you know that I have supernatural powers to protect myself, but you still use such a barbaric method. You are obviously asking for defeat."
Zhou Yong spat out a mouthful of blood and then looked up at the blurry shadows in the sky and shouted, "In terms of cultivation, I am not bad, but I am not a match for your supernatural powers. I admit my defeat."
After saying that, he laughed loudly and left in a cloud of smoke.
Luo Qingyu's face changed slightly, as if he had thought of something, and he secretly said, "Oh no."
Zhang Yan looked at Zhou Yong's figure in the distance, but his face was thoughtful.
At this moment, a cold light suddenly shot out from Ning Chongxuan's eyes. He shook his sleeves and floated to the middle of the field. He looked up at the Ninth Summit and said coldly, "Su Wentian, I will fight you."
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