"Wow, a magic weapon." A disciple from an ordinary family exclaimed with envy and surprise. However, the appearance of the Han Mu Ruler this time did not cause as much uproar and sensation as the first few times. After all, among the young people present were many children from wealthy families. This was not the first time they had seen magic weapons, and most of them still had The magic weapon, vision and vision are not comparable to those of teenagers from ordinary families. There are only twos and threes of exclamations.
Looking at the cold wooden ruler in Scar's hand, it exuded a faint cold air. Even from a certain distance, Zhao Jiuge felt the chill. Layers of silver light mist enveloped Scar's boy vaguely, feeling in his heart A sense of danger surged into his heart. Today, Zhao Jiuge is no longer the stupid young man who first set foot on the path of immortality. Just looking at the appearance of the magic weapon is extraordinary.
The thing that Zhao Jiuge was most worried about finally appeared. In the competition of spiritual power and spells, even if his cultivation level was not as high as that of Scar Boy, Zhao Jiuge was still confident to fight. However, he became a monk halfway and had no power behind him. Scar Boy, who had no way out, had nothing to do. Directly using magic weapons and family background to forcefully suppress Zhao Jiuge is just bullying you!
The stubborn Zhao Jiuge just didn't believe in that evil, his eyes widened with anger, and his delicate face was slightly flushed. He didn't know whether it was because of the blood boiling in his body before, or because of his anger. He was quite imposing with his unwillingness to admit defeat and his indomitable spirit. He gave a soft drink, and then the handprints in his hands accelerated, bringing up pieces of phantoms.
The golden torrent of spiritual light that was originally frozen by the cold wooden ruler seemed to be stimulated by something. If you look closely, you will find that the golden torrent of light and shadow is now like a phoenix reborn from nirvana. Wanting to break free of the shackles that bound him, he staggered and started to move again, and his movements became larger and larger.
Zhao Jiuge's face was pale and flushed. The Sanskrit Holy Body was currently activated to the extreme, which was already the limit of his cultivation. The spiritual power was instilled as if for free. Although there was some panic in his dark eyes, he was still calm. , because things haven’t gotten out of control yet, and he still has a trump card.
"Hmph, what doesn't open your eyes, let me, a common man like you, open your eyes and understand what the gap is." Seeing that Zhao Jiuge still refused to give up and controlled the torrent of golden aura, the scarred boy laughed angrily.
In my heart, I wanted to show off in front of everyone. Using this cold wooden ruler consumes a lot of spiritual energy once, and I usually don't use it until the end. However, the young man's temperament still couldn't help but want to show off. Generally speaking, the scarred boy thought that since he used the cold wooden ruler, this poor boy from the mountains had no background at all, so he had no scruples about using the cold wooden ruler, and the huge consumption of spiritual power would drain his body. After all, The more powerful the magic weapon is, the higher the level of strength it needs to exert its power, and the consumption is equally astonishing.
"The world is shocked by the curl of the cold wood." With a low voice, the scarred boy's eyes were sharp, but the movements of his hands were not slow. He rolled his right hand, and the tightly held Hanmu ruler drew a small mark in the air on his chest. As the curvature passes by, a faint silver light is still flowing around the cold wooden ruler, just like the falling yellow leaves in autumn.
With this move, the temperature on the stone platform dropped sharply, as if the air had become thicker. The cold aura gushing out from the Han Mu Ruler rolled up a vortex, and then became bigger and bigger like a snowball. , instantly freezing the golden torrent of light and shadow.
"Click, click..."
I saw that the golden light and shadow condensed with spiritual power slowly began to crack after being frozen, and then broke apart and turned into something like ice slag, dissipating between the sky and the earth. The previous offensive was like this. It was resolved by Han Mu Zhi.
Zhao Jiuge's heart sank. He was surprised at the power of the cold wooden ruler, and then he became surprised. After using the cold wooden ruler, the scarred boy seemed to be fine. Isn't it said that magic weapons that become more powerful consume more money? This cold wooden ruler The aura emanating from it is not an ordinary magic weapon.
It's just that Zhao Jiuge didn't know that he could change his physique through the Spirit Tempering Pill and Moonlight Dew, compress it and then undergo a qualitative transformation. So the scarred boy with a rich family background has been indoctrinated with various magical medicines since he was a child. Not only would he be better than him Difference? What's more, everyone else's realm is higher than him.
Although there were thousands of thoughts in his heart, Zhao Jiuge's body movements were not slow when he looked at the cold light coming towards his face. Zhao Jiuge, who had no time to launch any offensive, could only use his spiritual power to tightly protect his front body, the layer of glazed golden light of the Sanskrit Holy Body. Shining, took a step forward with his left foot, and tentatively swung the bat with his right hand.
boom.
There was a heavy sound, and then everyone saw that Zhao Jiuge was flying upside down for dozens of meters like a shrimp. The layer of glazed golden light on his body had completely disappeared. With just one contact, Zhao Jiuge was seriously injured.
"Pfft."
Zhao Jiuge, who was lying on the ground, held up his hands and struggled to get up. His arms were shaking constantly, and both sleeves of his robe were torn. He was swaying and about to get up. His chest felt sweet, and then he Unable to hold back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then the body that had finally been propped up collapsed.
I saw that Zhao Jiuge's delicate face had already turned pale, and there was still a touch of bright red at the corner of his mouth, which was unusually eye-catching and dazzling. His dry lips were trembling slightly, but his dark eyes were still bright, even in this sudden drop in temperature. , can bring people a ray of sunshine and warm their hearts.
Everyone in the audience became unusually quiet. They looked at Zhao Jiuge with some sympathy in their eyes. Only Bai Qingqing looked calm, but her white and slender green onion fingers betrayed her heart. Those white fingers had already pinched her. He turned blue, but he didn't notice it. He whispered softly with red lips, "Jiu Ge, after one year, when he can leave the sect to take on the mission, I will beat him until he can't get up, I swear.
The voice was so low that even Wang Wanwan next to her didn't hear it. There was no trace of anger or emotion. It was terrifyingly calm. Then she sighed softly and said in her heart, Jiu Ge, Jiu Ge, with what you are doing now It seems that it is great to be able to achieve this step. I believe that your achievements in the future will not be underestimated.
Looking at the sunshine in his eyes, the tenacious Zhao Jiuge was shaking slightly and trying to get up. He looked a little embarrassed and pitiful, but the stubborn expression on his face also infected everyone present.
"Haha, if it weren't for the sect rules that didn't allow it, I would have accepted Zhao Jiuge as my apprentice." Coach Zhou looked at the young man struggling on the stone platform with admiration, feeling a little sad and regretful that he was only in charge of the outer sect* New disciples, even though their cultivation level is not bad, do not have the ability to recruit disciples. Generally, disciples only have the opportunity to become disciples after entering the inner sect.
Next to them, Coach Wang and Coach Li looked at each other and smiled without saying anything. Apparently Coach Zhou had moved his thoughts about Aicai. At this point, they were vicious and didn't care about temporary gains and losses. What they admired was the young man's persistent belief and cultivation of immortality. Change this, but many talented people with outstanding qualifications are as conspicuous as stars at first, but in the end they become unremarkable.
To cultivate immortality, one should persevere in pursuit. Only such people can take it one step at a time, work steadily and accumulate a lot.
The woman in white with the flaming red flying sword and the graceful Wu Tianshan also looked at Zhao Jiuge with a strange light and sighed in their hearts. Unfortunately, no matter how persistent the young man is, he can't change the predicament. It doesn't matter if he loses. I'm afraid that because of this momentary Shocked, the young man couldn't bear the attention of everyone and became depressed. The momentary loss was just a pavement for the next win.
"Admit defeat to yourself, then say I was wrong, and finally stay away from Bai Qingqing, and I will let you go, so you will suffer less." The scarred boy stopped his offensive as if he was complacent, holding a cold wooden ruler in one hand , pointing at Zhao Jiuge arrogantly with one hand, the excitement in his eyebrows couldn't be hidden, and when he saw Zhao Jiuge lying on the ground, his eyes were filled with smiles.
Zhao Jiuge did not open his mouth to admit defeat, so naturally the competition was not over. After the scarred boy finished speaking, the whole place became silent, and everyone was waiting for Zhao Jiuge's reaction.
After coughing a few times and taking a deep breath, Zhao Jiuge pushed himself up with difficulty and slowly raised his head. It seemed that he had not caught his breath. After a while, he grinned and suddenly laughed, with a bright smile, " Go to hell and dream.”
After saying this, it seemed as if he had used up a lot of energy, and then without saying a word, he just looked at the scarred boy like an idiot with contemptuous eyes.
"You." The scarred boy's chest trembled. He opened his lips angrily and spat out a word. He didn't know what to say. He turned his eyes with a ferocious look and rushed forward quickly, kicking him several times. With each kick, There was a dull sound.
Zhao Jiuge, who was lying on his stomach, couldn't help but twitched after being kicked by this random kick, and his coughing became even louder. The cruel scarred boy did not use the cold wooden ruler, but simply externalized his spiritual power to kick and hit Zhao Jiuge. The skin and flesh on his body were torn open and blood was flowing out, but Zhao Jiuge did not make a sound, clenching his teeth and looking stubbornly.
Everyone outside the venue was a little silent when they saw this scene, their mood became complicated, and some couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Bai Qingqing's eyes were filled with red, but he still didn't make a sound.
The pain in his body did not make Zhao Jiuge cry out, he just thought in his heart that this scene was very similar to the day when Wang Xiaopang and his group beat him. Who could have imagined that he would embark on this road by mistake? People who underestimate themselves will also pay the price, and the scarred boy who beats him at this moment will also pay the price!
"Wait." Zhao Jiuge, whose eyes changed, shouted hoarsely.
After hearing this, the scarred boy stopped his movements quickly and raised his brows frivolously, "What, are you asking for mercy?"
The blood hanging from the corner of Zhao Jiuge's mouth rose slightly and he chuckled. As for the cold-looking woman in a white dress who was riding a flaming red flying sword, her eyebrows were slightly raised. Looking at Zhao Jiuge's shouts, she thought that she might have made a mistake.
Just when everyone in the audience thought that Zhao Jiuge couldn't help being beaten and wanted to beg for mercy, a sudden change occurred, and the sky was full of fire. It dispelled a bit of the cold caused by the appearance of the Han Mu Ruler, and the sky turned into a curl of orange. The flame danced like a fiery snake with a weak and boneless figure.
The sudden appearance of firelight startled everyone, and they looked at the stage with their mouths wide open in surprise.