"Wang Yanqing lost?"
"Yes." Wu Qingce replied with cupped hands.
"The two have gone through a few tricks."
In the previous competitions, Mu Jiuri always controlled the enemy with one move, and there was no decent disciple who could go through a round under him. However, Wang Yanqing is also a third-level mysterious master, so he shouldn't be defeated so badly.
"The two fought for more than 20 rounds, and in the end Wang Yanqing..." Wu Qingce paused before continuing: "Mu Jiuri defeated him with a single move of Huang-level kung fu."
'Yellow-level exercises! ? '
Jiang Beiran was slightly surprised.
Just like magic treasures have grades, kung fu naturally also has grades. Most of the kung fu practiced by disciples are divided into grades one to five. Therefore, when most disciples choose, it is mainly based on whether this set of exercises is suitable for them to practice.
But once the kung fu breaks through the fifth rank and reaches the yellow rank, then there will be a qualitative change.
This kind of qualitative change is not only in the power of the exercises, but also in its uniqueness, which often makes unexpected offensives, which are extremely powerful.
But if you want to practice Huang-level exercises, background and family background are not enough, because if you don’t have enough talent, even if someone presents Huang-level exercises to you, you won’t be able to practice them.
So so far, Jiang Beiran, who has been at the bottom, has rarely seen anyone who has demonstrated Huang-level skills. Unexpectedly, there will be a...
'Geniuses really do whatever they want...'
With a sigh in his heart, Jiang Beiran asked, "What kind of Huang-level kung fu?"
"According to the suzerain, Mu Jiuri's technique is called Ten Thousand Double Shadows. It is a middle-grade yellow-level technique. Every time he makes a move, he will bring countless double images. People don't know how to defend against it."
'Ghosting...'
Jiang Beiran nodded after listening, "Want to win him?"
"Yes!" Wu Qingce nodded forcefully.
Jiang Beiran didn't say much after listening, and directly took out a elixir exuding blue mysterious energy from the Qiankun Ring.
"Do you still remember what I said last time that the Thunder Flame Tempering Body Pill that I gave you last time only had 30% medicinal power?"
"Remember."
"This one has 70% medicinal power. I originally wanted to wait for you to break through a few more times before giving it to you, but you seem to be unable to wait now."
After hearing this, Wu Qingce immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, brother!"
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. The reason why I want to wait for you to break through a few times before giving it to you is because I am worried that your current small body will not be able to withstand its medicinal power, so are you sure... you want to take it now?"
In fact, Jiang Beiran had many considerations in taking out this 70% powerful Leiyan Body Tempering Pill. First, he didn't expect that Mu Jiuri, as a profound master, had already practiced Huang-level kung fu. It's too much to cheat, and he doesn't want to watch his little brother being hanged and beaten by a cheating player.
The second reason is that he feels that decentness and the Devil's Cult seem to be making a big move, and the disciple who wins the first place in the Youth League of Heroes this time may get greater benefits than he imagined.
So although there were some risks, Jiang Beiran decided to give him a chance to choose when Wu Qingce himself had a strong desire to win.
"I am willing!" Wu Qingce replied without hesitation.
Hearing that this was the expected answer, Jiang Beiran nodded and said, "Come with me."
Taking Wu Qingce to a high slope, Jiang Beiran took out eight red sun stones to form an eight-yang formation on the ground, and then sprinkled the spirit powder ground from Mo Yunhua and the petals of Ruixiang in the formation.
When Chiyang Stone gradually heated up, Jiang Beiran took out a pot of Qiongxing wine and poured it on it.
With the sound of "呲~", a silver-gray profound energy filled with the aroma of wine rose from the Eight Yang Formation.
Just when the profound energy was about to disperse outward, Jiang Beiran planted four Tianying formation flags in Ji, Xin, Gui, and Geng respectively, locking the smell and profound energy in the formation.
"I don't know when I will be able to easily form a big formation like my brother..."
Seeing his brother's smooth operation, Wu Qingce, who has learned the formation for two years, couldn't help showing envy. Every time he set up the formation, he would compare and compare with the astrolabe, and sometimes even take out the squad ruler However, even so, he will often make mistakes.
But the senior brother seems to be just throwing it casually, but he can easily activate the big formation every time.
'No matter how many times I watch it, I still feel that my brother is so amazing...'
After setting up the eight yang array, Jiang Beiran walked to the eye of the array.
In the art of formation, no matter what kind of formation is placed, the most important thing is always the formation eye, and the items used to serve as the formation eye are never fixed, because placing different treasures in the formation eye will make everyone Arrays produce quite different effects.
So there will never be the best formation, only the most suitable formation.
Jiang Beiran set up the Eight Sun Formation to strengthen Wu Qingce's spirit and increase his chances of overcoming the medicine, so it is best to use treasures that can increase Qi and blood as the eyes of the formation.
"The shell of the Yantuo turtle is a good choice, but I didn't bring it..."
Just as Jiang Beiran was thinking about what to substitute, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind.
Under Wu Qingce's curious gaze, Jiang Beiran took the wish-fulfilling lottery into his hand.
Light the candles and burn the incense as before.
Jiang Beiran picked up the wish-fulfilling stick and shook it three times, and then a stick with a glowing green light fell out.
But this time the question cup was not so smooth, and it was not until the third time that Yin Yang was thrown.
But in any case, the ceremony was completed, Jiang Beiran held the lottery that was glowing with green light, and was about to shout "Change", but another flash of spiritual light suddenly flashed, and he changed his words.
"Ruyi, Ruyi, follow my heart!"
In the next second, the green stick turned into a red and black tortoise shell, which was exactly the Yantuo tortoise shell that Jiang Beiran wanted.
'It's done! '
Jiang Beiran clearly remembered what Guan Zongzhu said to him one day, that the wishful lottery is to respond to requests, and there is no limit.
So what it can ask for is not only protective gear, but everything.
'too strong… '
Although Jiang Beiran hasn't seen many yellow-level magic weapons, this Ruyi lotus is definitely the most compatible with him. He knows everything, and it has everything.
'Absolutely! '
However, the ensuing question made Jiang Beiran curious again. What would happen if the stick was turned into charcoal and burned
Although Guan Zongzhu didn't say it, but after he turned the lottery into a scale armor cloak last time, he turned it back into a lottery and put it back into the lottery holder.
Then if I burn the charcoal that the stick turns into, does it mean that there is one less stick in the stick
"Um… "
Jiang Beiran picked up the wish-fulfilling lottery and looked at it for a while, thinking that he should ask Guan Zongzhu tomorrow.
"come on."
Putting away the wish-fulfilling lottery, Jiang Beiran beckoned to Wu Qingce.