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"You want to learn from me but I'm not in the mood to teach juniors. You'd better go back and let your master compete with me."
Ying Feiyang says with a smile: "My master's power has transcended the mortal realm and entered the saintly realm. He has long since given up on fighting. How could he lower himself to fight you? But as his disciple, I can be a bridge to let you understand the gap between us."
Taoist Qing Yi narrows his eyes and asks: "What do you mean?"
"In my master's hands, I'll lose in less than 10 moves. But if I fight you, uncle master, I think it won't be a problem for me to last 30 to 50 moves. If uncle master still can't defeat me in 30 to 50 moves, then please don't mislead your disciples. Leave brother Ming Ye here and let him ask for advice."
"Brat, you want to provoke me but your method is too clumsy." Qing Yi says with a cold laugh.
Ying Feiyang also raises his eyebrows and says: "Clumsy? Then there's something even clumsier. Old thief, if you don't even dare to accept a junior's challenge, how can you still have the face to stand here? You'd better stuff your head into a turtle shell as soon as possible! "
"Oh?" Qing Yi's eyes blaze with anger but his surroundings become cold. "Alright, if I really use more than 10 moves, I'll seem inferior. 10 moves it is then. If I can't defeat you in 10 moves, you can do whatever you want to my useless disciple."
Shang Ying knows that Qing Yi is still thinking that Ying Feiyang is gambling too much so he pretends to scold Ying Feiyang angrily, saying: "Ying Feiyang, don't be ridiculous. Your uncle master has been practicing for several decades so his elemental energy is extremely powerful. But now your internal injuries are so severe that you won't even be able to take one move from him, let alone 10 moves. Quickly apologize to your uncle master!"
Ying Feiyang understood what Shang Ying was implying. Just as he was about to play the 'supporting role', Daoist Qing Yi sneered and said, "Alright, let's not echo each other. I don't need to rely on my energy to win against a junior. I'll only use sword moves without using elemental energy and still defeat him easily. "
"Only victory and defeat, not life and death." A deep voice came from the high platform, but it was as clear as if it was right next to one's ear. The one who spoke was Daoist Master Qing Yue. Daoist Master Qing Yue's words meant that he had tacitly approved this competition.
The Sect Leader had personally warned Qing Yi not to harm Ying Feiyang's life. It was rare that Qing Yi did not say any provocative words. She only said lightly, "Understood."
"Alright, Martial Uncle, please advise me." As Ying Feiyang spoke, he had already placed his hand on his sword. Shang Ying laughed and scolded him, "Why are you in such a hurry, kid? Suppress your injuries first. Don't tell me that your Martial Uncle will take advantage of your injuries to attack?"
"No need." Ying Feiyang said nonchalantly, "Although I'm injured, I'm in my best condition. I can't wait any longer." However, he heard Qing Yi's meaningful laughter. Xie Lingyan also spat and said, "You sword nerd, you came down just because I asked you to. Look at you now!"
Ying Feiyang looked at the two blushes on Xie Lingyan's face and then looked at himself. Only then did he realize that Ying Feiyang was so excited from the battle that he tore his clothes that were on fire to shreds. Under everyone's gaze, his naked upper body was exposed for a long time, but he did not realize it at all. Ying Feiyang was stunned. Then, he shrunk his head and went down the platform with a red face.
After receiving the Daoist robe from Xie Lingyan, Ying Feiyang hurriedly wrapped it around his body. Only then did he notice that this Daoist robe was not the green Daoist robe of ordinary disciples. Instead, it was a moon-white robe. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with golden cloud patterns. The workmanship was exquisite and the knitting was fine. When wearing it, one could smell an intoxicating sweet fragrance. Ying Feiyang wore it comfortably. He casually said, "This robe is not bad. Give it to me."
However, Xie Lingyan held back her laughter and said, "This is not up to me. I stole this robe from somewhere nearby. Go and ask my Senior Martial Sister Ji Mingxia if she's willing to give you her old robe."
"What? Senior Martial Sister Ji's? " Ji Mingxia had a strong and unyielding temperament. She hated people who were frivolous the most. If she knew about this, she would definitely peel off the robe along with the skin from his body. Ying Feiyang was extremely angry and embarrassed. He hurriedly took off the robe. Xie Lingyan teased, "You just put it on and then take it off. Aren't you afraid that it won't attract other people's attention?" As she said this, she tilted her head and looked at Ying Feiyang up and down. She said, "It seems that I have a good eye. I was able to help you choose such a fitting robe." The Daoist robes of Ling Xiao Sword School were all loose styles regardless of gender. Ji Mingxia was also tall and slender. She was about the same height as Ying Feiyang. Wearing her Daoist robe, Ying Feiyang looked elegant and graceful. He actually wore it with a sense of elegance.
Ying Feiyang said angrily, "You, you're playing with me!" Xie Lingyan said righteously, "Of course I am. Have you forgotten? I already said that I'll settle the score with Junior Martial Sister Qin next time." Ying Feiyang was so angry that his internal injuries were about to explode. "Alright, come over and take your medicine," Shang Ying naturally recognized her disciple's old robe. She held back her laughter and called Ying Feiyang over.
"Hmph, just you wait. I'll steal your robe and give it to someone else to wear someday!" Ying Feiyang knew that there was going to be a tough battle. After that, he calmed his mind and took the medicinal pill that Shang Ying gave him. He sat down cross-legged and let Shang Ying heal his wounds and guide his meridians. Ming Ye was also brought away by the other disciples to recuperate.
As the medicinal pill entered his mouth, it turned into a cooling sensation. The medicinal effect was guided by Shang Ying's Genuine Qi and circulated throughout his body. Ying Feiyang felt that the burning sensation on his body gradually subsided. He felt indescribably comfortable. The burn scars on his skin also quickly formed boils and fell off, revealing the tender skin of a newborn. Ying Feiyang praised in his heart, "Senior Martial Aunt Shang's medicinal pill technique is indeed extraordinary!" In just a moment, Ying Feiyang was glowing with health and vigor. He looked back and saw that Shang Ying's face was pale and exhausted. Ying Feiyang then realized that without the help of Genuine Qi from Shang Ying, he would not have recovered so quickly even if he had taken the most precious medicinal pill.
"Senior Martial Aunt Shang, I'm fine now."
Shang Ying slowly withdrew her Genuine Qi and softly warned, "Sect Leader Shixiong told him to only fight the winner. That means that his sword power has been reduced by at least half. You must not provoke him. If he really wants to kill you, no one can stop you."
"I know." Suppressing the gratitude in his heart, Ying Feiyang once again entered the arena.
"Come on, I've been waiting for a long time." Daoist Qing Yi stood there with a disdainful expression. Daoist Qing Yi was the senior, so naturally he would not make the first move. Ying Feiyang did not refuse either. He took one step at a time, slowly and heavily approaching. When he had accumulated enough power, with a clang, the Sword Rising Wind and Cloud was used.
Daoist Qing Yi wanted to show off, so he did not draw his sword. He only used two fingers to block the attack. Ying Feiyang thought, "He said he would not use Genuine Qi to win, but he still used his fingers to block the attack. He is really looking down on me." Although he was angry in his heart, Ying Feiyang did not change his attack. He used the Sword Rising Wind and Cloud to stab forward.
Daoist Qing Yi gently pinched Ying Feiyang's fierce sword between his fingers. Ying Feiyang was surprised. He could not feel the opponent's Genuine Qi from the sword, but he felt that the sword had been tightly controlled. It was like a snake being held by the weak point. Although it was only two fingers, he could not use his entire body's Genuine Qi.
"It's the Force Locking Technique. He can use it so easily. I didn't expect his progress to be so fast." Shang Ying's face was serious. She faintly felt that she should have stopped this fight.
She saw Ying Feiyang holding the sword in his right hand. He lightly flicked the hilt of the sword with his left hand. A sharp Sword Qi shot out from the tip of the sword. Ying Feiyang slightly leaned to the side and avoided the Sword Qi. But at the moment when his center of gravity was slightly tilted, Ying Feiyang's body suddenly twisted. Like a dragon turning over its body, he spun half a circle in the air. The long sword was freed from its shackles and swept forward.
"Dragon's Scale Shake, what a wonderful break!" Seeing Ying Feiyang's strange move, Shang Ying's expression relaxed and she praised. Just now, the essence of the fight between the two was the word "contend". It was like finding a fulcrum. Even a young child could move a boulder. Daoist Qing Yi lightly clasped two fingers and locked the fulcrum of the long sword. That was why the Star Order Sword could not move an inch forward. But Ying Feiyang was well versed in the theory of the sword. Although it was his first time seeing it, he had a way to deal with it. That was why he used the Sword Qi to force Daoist Qing Yi to shift his center of gravity. Then, he used the Scale Shake Technique to escape.
After exchanging one move, both of them were shocked. Ying Feiyang realized that his opponent's attainments were unfathomable. He was definitely not an ordinary person. Daoist Qing Yi also praised Ying Feiyang for his extraordinary knowledge at such a young age. His disciple Ming Ye's defeat was not undeserved.
Although he was shocked, Ying Feiyang's sword did not stop. The "Dragon's Scale Shake" moved forward and immediately changed into the "Rosefinch's Flapping Wings". The Dragon's attribute was wood, while Rosefinch's attribute was fire. The change happened to coincide with the Eastern Wood giving birth to the Southern Fire. The power of Rosefinch's Flapping Wings increased by thirty percent.
"But when it comes to playing with fire, you are far inferior to my disciple." Daoist Qing Yi's long sleeves rolled up like a whirlwind. Then the sleeves coiled around the edge of the sword. His hand moved forward and grasped Ying Feiyang's wrist. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he felt a gush of internal Qi coming from Ying Feiyang's wrist.
Daoist Qing Yi secretly scolded himself for being muddle-headed. If it was a normal fight, the winner would be decided as soon as the opponent's pulse was checked. But Ying Feiyang relied on Daoist Qing Yi's promise not to use his internal Qi to win. So he unscrupulously used his internal Qi to compete with Daoist Qing Yi. In addition, both of their hands were wrapped in the sleeves. Outsiders could not see clearly. In order to avoid criticism, Daoist Qing Yi had no choice but to withdraw his hand. Fortunately, he withdrew his hand fast enough. Otherwise, if Ying Feiyang took advantage of the situation and cut his Daoist Robe, he would lose a lot of face.
The kid in front of him was cunning and his strength was indeed extraordinary. Daoist Qing Yi decided to put away his contempt and unsheathed his sword. But he saw Ying Feiyang's third move coming. His sword was like a flash of lightning, flashing and disappearing. It was the combination of Swift Wind and Chaotic Clouds and One Stroke Shocking Lightning Sword. The front, the left and the right were covered with dense sword flashes, forcing Daoist Qing Yi to have no time to draw his sword. If he wanted to draw his sword, he could only retreat to avoid the sword flashes. But Daoist Qing Yi was not willing to be forced to retreat by a junior.
Daoist Qing Yi saw Daoist Qing Yi shuttling back and forth between the sword flashes, displaying his exquisite movement skills. The edge of the sword always brushed past him. Rather than saying that he was avoiding the sword flashes, it would be more accurate to say that the sword flashes were avoiding him. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ying Feiyang. His fists were connected with the hilt of his sword and punched out. As the saying goes, an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous. Ying Feiyang was unable to wield his sword properly. Coupled with his sloppy martial arts, he was the one who was forced to retreat.
Ying Feiyang hurriedly leapt backwards, but Daoist Qing Yi would not allow him to escape. He stretched out his claw and grabbed onto the back of Ying Feiyang's sword. He pulled and pulled, and at the same time bent his leg and raised his knee. His knee was like a hammer as he struck towards Ying Feiyang. Ying Feiyang had no choice but to withdraw his sword. He twisted his body in the air and dodged the strike like a fish swimming in water. At the same time, he pointed his finger like a sword and said, "Senior Uncle, be careful. Take my sword."
Daoist Qing Yi was stunned. He instinctively wanted to dodge the sword, but then he realized, "This kid, how could he have reached the state of not having a sword and surpassing having a sword?" While he was stunned, Ying Feiyang had already taken a strange step and once again held onto the hilt of his sword. He circulated his Qi and slashed downwards.
Seeing that this kid was using his crafty methods to fight with him, Daoist Qing Yi was enraged. He loosened his grip on the back of the sword.
Like grasping the tail of a sparrow, like spinning a bead, he pulled it back and released it. It was the technique of using little effort to push away a thousand catties. Ying Feiyang felt his Qi dissipate into thin air. Then, it returned to his body. He could not hold onto the hilt of the sword, and the Star Ji Sword slipped out of his hand. At the same time, his entire body was in the air. It was as if he was riding on a cloud. He was thrown high up into the air.
After a few somersaults in the air, Ying Feiyang felt dizzy. Suddenly, he felt his right foot stepping on solid ground. He quickly stood on one leg and steadied himself.
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