After Wen Xuan showed his hands at Jian Jian's place, he waved goodbye and went back to his own cave to study the rest of the jade slip.
Thinking of the reluctant look of Jian Jian before parting, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but evoke a smile. This junior brother really sticks to him. But to have such a clingy junior and apprentice, it feels really good.
Wenxuan Yujian flew to a verdant mountain peak in the northwest of the main hall, lowered the head of the sword, stopped in front of his own cave at the foot of the mountain, looked at this slightly spacious cave with a smile, and thought to himself, when Yi Jian entered the inner door, You can always come here as a guest.
At the same time, his eyes swept outwards subconsciously, and when he saw the top of the mountain, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly stagnated.
He almost forgot, Master Xijing has always disliked guests coming here.
After a while, Wen Xuan shook his head, sighed, and finally walked into the cave. Apart from him, the big Dai Yunfeng had only the sound of birds and insects, and there was no more than half a human being.
Real Master Chu Lianchu, even though he has been out and about for nearly 20 years, his prestige is still there.
As the only apprentice of Master Chu, Wen Xuan knew that many of his things were brought by this master. But no matter how he reminded himself that this is the person he is most grateful for in the entire Shuiyun Sect... He has long been used to the days without a master.
Wenxuan sat on the head of the bed, took out the jade slip, and studied it by himself. Whenever he read something incomprehensible, he couldn't help frowning, and there were words in his mouth. Whenever he realized the pass, he stretched his eyebrows again, and his whole face seemed to be brighter.
"That's the trick." Suddenly, his eyes lit up suddenly, he got up holding the jade slip, took his own magic sword embryo, and hurried out of the house.
Anyway, no one was around, so he practiced on the spot. Practice Feijian first, wait until Feijian gradually becomes proficient in rehearsing the moves, and then find out the context bit by bit, and try to graft it onto other things.
When you practice this, you don't know how time goes by.
Like cotton meets water, he eagerly absorbs everything he can learn, feeling himself stronger every moment. It's been a long time since I felt this way, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that my pores were all stretched out, and I didn't want to stop even at night.
The next day, Zhang Xiaoqing came over to take a look by chance, and saw that Wen Xuan was still sweating like rain in the forest.
"Why even you!" she exclaimed exaggeratedly.
Wen Xuan accepted the move, wiped the sweat on his forehead, walked over and asked with a smile, "Why, is there anyone else?"
"I just came over from Senior Brother Luo." Zhang Xiaoqing said helplessly, "He looks like you and doesn't even know how to stop dancing with his fan. By the way, he also asked Master Luo for a few more magical instruments, and he was determined to die. Suppress you to death."
"Junior Brother Luo is so fighting spirit," Wen Xuan's fingertips lightly rubbed the sword light in his hand, "This battle should be worth watching."
"Well, what he loves most is not fighting hard, losing the last match would be like killing him." Zhang Xiaoqing looked at the light in Wen Xuan's eyes, and couldn't help but twitch her lips, "I didn't expect that. , you actually take this gambling fight so seriously."
Wen Xuan smiled, "Of course it's important."
He doesn't put his desire to win on the face, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have the desire to win. What's more, he had a vague feeling of foreboding. Ever since he met Jian Yi and took this magic sword embryo from that place, the haze that had covered him for many years seemed to be gradually dissipating, and the road ahead that he thought had been blocked has gradually been illuminated.
"Since there is a way, how can we not move forward?" Wen Xuan lowered his voice and said to himself softly.
Zhang Xiaoqing shook her head helplessly, and only offered a blessing before turning to leave.
Wen Xuan, however, looked behind her again and asked, "Where's Junior Brother Shi? Didn't I follow you today?"
"It's not the ancient relic mansion you said yesterday." Zhang Xiaoqing replied in a loud voice, "Several elders went to investigate, and the result was surprising. They didn't find the teleportation formation. Later, they met the people from the North Penglai faction. , The two parties discussed and said that maybe there is a need for a disciple with excellent water and spiritual roots, and the teleportation formation will appear, so they came back and called Junior Brother Shi."
As soon as she finished speaking, she fluttered away.
Is there still such a thing? Wen Xuan couldn't help but be stunned.
Shi Buhui is the root of pure water of the tenth order, and it is indeed excellent, only one point worse than Wenxuan's root of extreme water. And among the two people from the Penglai North Sect that day, Xue Bing'er also happened to be the root of pure water of the tenth order. In this way, it was a coincidence within a coincidence that the two groups of people met there that day.
Wen Xuan shook his head. Now that this matter has been handed over to the sect, he no longer thinks about it, and soon threw himself into the preparations for the gamble.
Three days have passed in a blink of an eye.
Luo Qingquan made a lot of fanfare this time, and invited his colleagues to watch the battle, but he was even more lively than the big competition in the door.
Wen Xuan saw this posture and thought that Jian Jian shook his arm a few days ago and said that he also wanted to watch the battle, so he simply said, "In the past, only the inner sect disciples could watch the competition, so why not let the outer sect disciples also watch the competition this time. come and see?"
This suggestion was exactly in Luo Qingquan's mind, and the place of the gambling battle was set on a stone platform between the inner and outer gates.
When the time was approaching, the mountains and plains around this stone platform were full of people, a bunch of inner disciples and a bunch of outer disciples. When there are too many people, it is easy to become chaotic, and the Wenxuan faction and Luo Qingquan faction almost pinched each other again. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqing, who was in the town, had a good look, so he calmed them down.
Until the appointed time, everyone suddenly quieted down and looked at each other with their heads held high, for fear of missing the style of the two of them.
Wenxuan stepped in the air, and the magic sword embryo turned into a little fluorescent light that was constantly coiling around him. The golden ribbon wrapped around his waist was blown up by the wind along with the hem of his clothes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made him look handsome and elegant.
On an old tree not far to his left, a familiar figure of a young man rode on a branch, looking at him intently, with a talisman hanging on the side. That's a photo marker - for video recording.
Wenxuan couldn't help but widen the smile at the corner of his mouth, and then turned his eyes to the opponent in front of him.
Luo Qingquan was wearing a dazzling Xinghe River Sand Clothes, a dazzling crown of treasures to ward off evil spirits, and the feet on his waist were all covered with a layer of treasure. In addition to the high-end folding fan in his hand, he was completely Standing there with such a gleam of gold, it also has its own momentum.
"Junior Brother Luo," Wen Xuan bowed his hands to him.
Luo Qingquan snorted coldly, just as the bell rang for the start of the fight, he waved his folding fan and attacked without saying hello.
It's still the trick of Flying Snow, his favorite. As soon as it came out, the sky was full of ice chips flying. Wen Xuan was shrouded in it, and there was no way to avoid it.
Wenxuan didn't avoid it at all, he just stood in the same place with his hands behind his back. A bit of fluorescent light in front of him turned into a long sword, collided with the rushing ice chips, and danced so tightly that Wen Xuan was not injured by a single hair.
Luo Qingquan's face changed slightly, "A magic weapon?"
Wenxuan didn't answer, just looked at him with a smile.
Luo Qingquan gritted his teeth, his eyes looked left and right thinking, the offensive of the flying snow was weakening unconsciously.
Just when the wind and snow were a little weaker, Wen Xuan saw the opportunity, stepped back abruptly, and suddenly pulled out from the ice shroud. And the flying sword that was waving in front of the ice chips seemed to turn into a phantom in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, a phantom behind Luo Qingquan's side suddenly turned into a flying sword entity, and suddenly it slashed towards Luo Qingquan. The phantom was so faint that no one could see when it ran there. But at the moment when it became a substance, everyone saw it, and many people couldn't help but exclaimed.
How alert Luo Qingquan was, suddenly reminded by this exclamation, he resolutely retreated to the side, and avoided it dangerously and dangerously.
His face changed again. He thought that he had been fully prepared in the past three days, but he did not expect that, but after not seeing him for a few days, Wen Xuan's every move and style made him so unfamiliar, as if he was different from before.
"I see how many new tricks you have!" Luo Qingquan gritted his teeth and hated.
What responded to him was an overwhelming ice blade.
Wenxuan's ice blade came with a snap of his fingers and waved away. The speed and accuracy were not comparable. Luo Qingquan was a little embarrassed to hide, and his face couldn't help turning white.
But Luo Qingquan was Luo Qingquan after all, so he wouldn't suffer a big loss from this familiar move.
I saw him stretch out his hand to wipe the storage bag on his waist, and suddenly a shield was erected in front of him.
If it were someone else, 80% of them would be utterly rude at this time. Wen Xuan just raised his eyebrows, and the phantom of the sword light touched it again without knowing it.
If it was really cut by this magic sword embryo, the shield probably wouldn't be able to stop it a few times. But after almost suffering a loss, Luo Qingquan was already alert, always paying attention to the position of the sword light and shadow, and avoiding it again and again.
Under the interference of the ice blade, this was not an easy task, but Luo Qingquan actually gradually mastered the rhythm. Every time he saw the direction where the ice blade was attacking and raised his shield, he could devote 12% of his energy to guarding against the phantom of the flying sword.
But just when he thought he could fight back, Wen Xuan smiled again.
In an instant, those ice blades that he thought he had already spotted and had been firmly blocked with the shield, suddenly flashed, changed positions, bypassed the shield and attacked him!
Luo Qingquan retreated sharply, but the phantom of the sword light took the opportunity to get close to him.
At the critical moment, he... took out another shield, clanged several times, and blocked them all.
"Lazy." Wen Xuan finally whispered this sentence.
"Senior brother," Luo Qingquan looked at the cracked marks on the shield, so distressed that the ligatures were squeezed out of his teeth, "Well done."
"Acceptance and acceptance." Wenxuan politely.
"Did you think you were going to win?" Luo Qingquan sneered.
This sentence needs no answer at all. In such a short time, Wenxuan was attacked by another batch of ice blades, and the sword light and shadow also made a comeback. To guard against the position of the phantom of the sword light, and also to guard against the dozens of ice blades that can also shift and change positions, at this moment, Luo Qingquan was called the real unavoidable.
But Luo Qingquan was Luo Qingquan after all.
He simply gave up dodging, waved the folding fan in his hand, and rushed towards Wenxuan.
The ice blade hit him, causing many ripples on the Xinghe River Sand Clothes. Luo Qingquan didn't care, waving the folding fan, and suddenly a tornado hit Wenxuan's face.
Luo Qingquan has nine points of water spirit root, and the rest is mixed with one point of wood spirit root. The technique of wind and thunder also makes a few tricks.
The tornado came quickly and quickly, and Wenxuan quickly stepped back. And Luo Qingquan swung his folding fan in succession, and a tornado rushed towards his face, and even followed Wenxuan's figure.
Unable to do so, Wenxuan could only recruit the magic sword embryo to compete with these tornadoes.
Without the threat of the sword light and shadow, Luo Qingquan's pressure was relieved, but he did not relax his hands. Outside the tornado, there was a storm of snow and wind, and they pressed towards Wenxuan together, trying to kill Wenxuan to death. suppressed.
In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed, and Wenxuan didn't even have time to release the ice blade, so he could only flee left and right in embarrassment.
When everyone in the audience saw this, they all thought that Wenxuan was over, and the buzzing discussions suddenly came one after another. On the tree on the left, Jian Yi was so nervous that he clenched his fists.
"Senior brother," Luo Qingquan revealed a smile, "In this way, it's me who should admit it."
Wenxuan didn't answer, and he lost another wind blade in his busy schedule.
Luo Qingquan laughed and turned to avoid it. He tutted playfully and looked at Wenxuan again, only to see the corners of Wenxuan's mouth twitching, and a smile appeared.
Luo Qingquan's heart suddenly rang out, but he didn't know where to be alerted.
Just now, the wind blade had plunged into the ground behind him, making a soft pop. Luo Qingquan took a look out of the corner of his eyes, and his heart suddenly jumped, and finally realized that something was wrong.
There were ice blades that Wenxuan issued but missed, everywhere.
Normally, if one misses a hit, these ice blades should have dissipated long ago. They have not dissipated now, which can only prove that Wenxuan has been maintaining them with mana.
There are hundreds of wind blades all over the place, what a waste. Luo Qingquan couldn't help sweating from his forehead. He realized what Wenxuan was calculating, but he didn't know what Wenxuan was calculating.
At this moment, Wen Xuan suddenly took out a talisman and threw it towards Luo Qingquan.
Luo Qingquan subconsciously attacked and blew the talisman away. After blowing it off, he could not help but be stunned when he saw the lines on the talisman.
A talisman that Wenxuan rarely used, it turned out to be... an explosive talisman
joke? In the gambling battle of the monk Ningyuan, use the Yin Burst Talisman? This kind of talisman is even more powerful in the Qi refining period. It is a miracle to be able to damage a person in the Foundation Establishment period, let alone in the Condensation Period.
"You..." Luo Qingquan thought for a moment that this was a mockery of himself.
"Junior Brother Luo," Wen Xuan said at this moment, "Did you know that there is a technique called Formation with Swords?"
Luo Qingquan naturally knew. But Wenxuan only has a sword now, how can he use the sword as an array? Unless he has reached the Golden Core Stage, it is almost the same if he has learned the method of differentiation of sword light.
wait, could it be...
Luo Qingquan suddenly realized something, and hurriedly glanced at the ice blades all over the ground.
At this moment, the Yin Explosion Talisman had already exploded in the center of the stone platform, and a small group of Yin fire burst out.
"Junior Brother Luo, promise me one thing." Wen Xuan said again, "Don't cry again this time."
The ice blades all over the ground, part of them are blind, the other part is placed in three circles, a full three layers of strong fire formations.
boom! boom! ! boom! ! !
Under the eyes of the public, the entire stone platform exploded into a handful of fireballs. Wen Xuan floated beside the fireball, silently looking at the figure buried in flames inside the stone platform, his expression still on guard.
However, Wan Lai was always silent, except for the crackling sound of the fire burning.
After an unknown amount of time, someone in the audience looked at the gradually dissipating smoke, and finally asked, "Senior Brother Wen actually said this... Could it be that Brother Luo cried when he lost to him before?"
"I cried." The older man replied in a low voice.