Just as he followed the crowd towards the direction of the cheers, the ancestor of Tianjiang suddenly sprinkled a white powder around his body. After the powder was scattered, it was slowly woven in the sky A light mist like a thin veil.
This layer of Qingwu slowly enveloped all the late forging alchemy monks who came out of the Xuanbing Palace, together with the extremely ancestor, and slowly disappeared in the sky.
Lu Ping raised his head and looked into the void in the distance. There seemed to be some faint aura fluctuations coming from there. If Lu Ping's divine sense had not been able to compare with the monks in the early stage of alchemy after advanced forging alchemy, he wanted to find this slight trace. fluctuations are extremely difficult.
However, Lu Ping's attention was quickly attracted by the two fighting in the field below.
A flame suddenly rushed up from below, and the flame shook its head and tail in mid-air and immediately turned into a menacing giant flame tiger.
The giant tiger roared silently at a cultivator on the ground, and threw its limbs downward, and immediately rushed towards a Canghaizong disciple who was fighting Yao Yong.
The disciples of Canghaizong who were fighting Yao Yong were already at a disadvantage. When the giant flaming tiger roared down from mid-air, the monk of Canghaizong hurriedly blocked a defensive magic weapon in his hand and collided head-on with the giant flaming tiger. together.
With a muffled sound of "bang", the flames and the giant tiger bumped headlong into the magic weapon, and the disciple of the Canghai Sect was overjoyed, but before the smile on his face bloomed, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
However, before the disciples of the Canghai Sect could prepare, the giant flame tiger suddenly exploded from mid-air, and the defensive magic weapon in front of the giant tiger was immediately blown away by the power of the explosion, rolling towards the red-faced as if about to The monks of the Canghaizong who were dripping blood flew away.
However, Yao Yong was unforgiving, and before the heavily damaged defensive magic weapon was controlled by the monks of Canghaizong again, he had already bullied himself, grabbed a ball of fire with both hands, and slapped towards the monks of Canghaizong .
At this time, the Canghaizong monk was already overwhelmed by the self-explosion of the flaming giant just now. Seeing that Yao Yong held a fireball in his hand and patted him again, the Canghaizong monk had no choice but to raise both hands. Each has a group of cold fog condensed.
However, before the cold fog formed, Yao Yong's fireball supernatural power had already exploded in the cold fog. The Canghaizong monk could no longer resist Yao Yong's onslaught, opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and quickly retreated. in one's own camp.
Yao Yong did not pursue, but stood in the field and laughed loudly, saying: "The clamor was quite loud earlier, saying that he wanted to replace me in the Beihai rookie list, but unfortunately the strength is so bad, even I made a move' Even the small supernatural powers of "Flame Transforming Spirits" can't handle it, although the Canghai Sect is united into one and is known as the third largest sect in Beihai, but the disciples under the sect are nothing more than that."
There was a commotion in the camp of the Canghaizong on the opposite side. Although the monks of the Canghaizong looked angry, the monk who lost to Yao Yong did not want to compete with Yao Yong in terms of cultivation level or training years, but he did not expect that his strength was inferior. Yao Yong beat him so easily that he vomited blood and was seriously injured. Although the Canghai Sect monk resented Yao Yong for uttering wild words, there was nothing he could do.
Several disciples of the Canghai Sect persuaded a monk of our sect who was sitting cross-legged on the side: "There is no senior brother, then 'Fire Tiger' Yao Yong is too rampant, and senior brother Shang Bing can't do more than ten moves in his hands." He was seriously injured, and now I am afraid that only you who have no senior brother can defeat him."
The cultivator named Shang Wu slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Yao Yong who was brazenly accepting the cheers from the cultivators in the field ahead, and said, "Hmph, that Yao Yong is only at the fourth level of forged alchemy. I'm only ranked nineteenth on the Beihai rookie list, so there's no need for me to make a move. What I want to challenge is the "Water Sword" of the True Spirit faction who has dominated the Beihai rookie list for decades. Immortal Lu Xuanping!"
A monk next to him apologized and said: "No brother has lofty ambitions, far from what we can compare with, but this 'Fire Tiger' is too crazy, Shang Hui and Shang Ming did not come this time, if Shang Brother Wu doesn't fight, among the three generations of disciples of this school, among the monks who have practiced for less than a hundred years, there is probably no one who is his opponent."
Shang Wuzheng pondered for a while, and said: "What you said makes sense, Shang Ming is fine, but Senior Brother Shang Hui is still stronger than me, ranking sixth on the rookie list, this fire tiger is absolutely no match. "
The Canghai Sect monk who smiled apologetically saw that there was no sign of Daoist letting go, and was overjoyed, knowing that the senior brother in front of him was at odds with Senior Brother Shangming on weekdays, so he quickly followed his tone and said, "Senior Brother Shangwu sees far ahead of me. Above all, what I said is of course not wrong, and if we put the real Huohu under our feet again, half a year later, there will be no seniors on the Beihai Rookie Ranking, and I am afraid that it may not be impossible to break into the top ten in one fell swoop."
No real person was proud of himself, so he got up and walked towards the field, but at this moment, Yao Yong shouted in the field for a while, and after realizing that no one was playing, he started thinking about his own camp and walked.
Zhen Wu was anxious, but for a moment he forgot to stop the exit, but raised his hand and threw a hoop, thinking that it would fall on Yao Yong's head.
The real strength of the real person is not weaker than that of Yao Yong, and Yao Yong would never have expected that there would be someone sneaking behind him in full view, so he was caught off guard for a while.
Seeing that Yao Yong was in a hurry and couldn't take the powerful and heavy blow of the real person, and when the hoop circle was about to fall on Yao Yong's head, a figure suddenly appeared beside Yao Yong, and slapped Yao Yong. Yong pushed it out, and the hoop circle fell, but this figure took Yao Yong's place and received the blow from the real person.
"Kara!"
The hoop circle suddenly shrank, and the figure was instantly shattered into pieces by the huge force of the hoop circle.
That figure was obviously a puppet, and just now instead of Yao Yong, he was attacked unexpectedly by a real person, but he himself was turned into pieces on the ground.
Yao Yong looked at the fragments on the ground, his back was already covered with white sweat, and then he cursed angrily: "Which bastard is so despicable, to use this method, don't be afraid that the monks from the North Sea will poke the backbone of your sect!" Is it?"
Yao Yong's words were extremely vicious, and the monks around Canghaizong froze for a moment, and then their faces turned hot. There was a hint of blame.
There is no real person who made Yao Yong's face turn red from scolding. His attack was certainly a sneak attack, but at the beginning it was really an unintentional move. But now under the watchful eyes of various sects in Beihai, no real person is powerless to explain it again. Time is actually in a dilemma.
Today's people in Cang Haizong have made Shangwu Zhenren lose a lot of money.
Thinking of the ridicule from the monks of various sects, the wrath of the elders of the sect, and the cold eyes from the fellow disciples' backs, no real person's blood surged up immediately.
Yao Yong saw that in the camp of Canghaizong, the dozen or so third-generation disciples who were standing together at some point in time put themselves in a position that was not separated from their own camp but in an imperceptible way. It is in the formation where no real person is completely isolated.
There is no real person who naturally discovered the actions of the brothers of this school, how could he not understand the intentions of everyone, he was extremely self-blaming, but his mood was hit again, the true essence in his blood lost its restraint in an instant, and he went on a rampage in his body stand up.
Crazy
Yao Yong saw this cultivator of the Canghaizong standing there staring at Yao Yong, not attacking him, let alone speaking.
Out of nowhere, he got impatient waiting, and was about to open his mouth to ask what the other person meant, but saw that the person's complexion suddenly turned purple, and a mouthful of reverse blood suddenly spewed out.
Yao Yong was taken aback, his eyes widened, and he said, "No way, I just scolded you for a few words and that's it? Life!"
A monk who was about thirty years old suddenly turned around from behind the real person Shang Wu. The monk gave Yao Yong a gloomy look, and Yao Yong felt a pair of sharp swords piercing directly into his core space. Yao Yong took two steps back unconsciously, only then did he realize that the cultivator's gaze was so sharp just now, and he was actually scared.
Thirty-year-old monk slapped Shangwu Zhenren's heart with his palm, Shangwu Zhenren let out a loud cry, and immediately woke up from the demonic barrier.
Looking at the person in front of him, Shang Wuzhen's face was pale, and he said in a low voice: "Uncle Xi Yi, this disciple is incompetent..."
The thirty-year-old monk waved his hand and said, "You don't need to say anything. I have seen everything that happened just now, my uncle. Your attack was just an unintentional act. It's just that a man has a heart in his heart. If you do it, you just do it. If you are wrong, you are wrong, how can you make people go mad with just a few words, and almost destroy your cultivation base? How can you not annoy this old man with such a poor state of mind?"
No real person looked ashamed yet, the 30-year-old monk waved his hand and said: "After going back, go to the Law Enforcement Hall to receive a five-year punishment, and then go to Xishui Cliff to think about it. If you have any problems in cultivation in the future, you can go to Xishui Yidong Mansion asked me to inquire."
No real person looked excited, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, uncle!"
The disciples of the Canghai Sect around heard that no real person had been punished to go to Xishui Cliff to contemplate his past, but their faces showed envy, but when they saw the eyes of the real person Xiyi, everyone felt ashamed and bowed their heads. Look at it.
Master Xi Yi turned to look at Yao Yong, and suddenly smiled and said, "Are you Qu Xuancheng's disciple?"
Yao Yong was frightened at the first glance by Master Xiyi before, and secretly felt that he had lost face. Hearing the question from Master Xiyi, he immediately stood up straight and said: "Exactly, dare to ask who the senior is, but with the junior Do you know your teacher?"
Master Xiyi smiled and said: "That's right, I never thought that Qu Xuancheng would not be able to practice on his own, but it is possible to teach a disciple who will be better than him in the future."
When Yao Yong heard that the other party actually looked down on his teacher, and how the real Qu Xuancheng is also a monk who is about to become a cultivator, Yao Yong suddenly said angrily: "Senior, your tone is so loud, my teacher is currently practicing in seclusion, and after leaving the seclusion, he will be the Dharma image Old Ancestor, I don’t know what skills Senior has.”
After a pause, Yao Yong blushed and said again: "I don't know if you dare to give me some advice, senior?"
Master Xiyi looked at Yao Yong who was filled with righteous indignation, and said with a dumb smile: "I don't know how high the heavens are, but you are indeed very similar to Qu Xuancheng back then, but you are far from qualified now."
Yao Yong wanted to say something more, but there was a flower in front of him, and the real Xiyi suddenly disappeared.
In the void on the side of the True Spirit Sect, Master Guo Xuanshan said with a dignified expression: "Zhang Xiyi? Didn't expect him to come too?"
Lu Ping saw that many monks in the later stage of forging alchemy looked a little ugly around him, so he asked, "Uncle, who is this Xiyi?"
Master Guo Xuanshan took a look at Lu Ping, and said: "This person is a peerless genius among the second generation disciples of Canghaizong. Among the monks of the same generation in Beihai, this person was once as famous as the "Beihai Twins". What was wrong, but it was suppressed by the ancestor of Dongji, and there has been no news of him for decades, and his cultivation base is already at the peak of the forging alchemy stage, and he is only a step away from the law."
Lu Ping said disapprovingly: "Although this person is powerful, he is also too arrogant. Doesn't the uncle also advance to the stage of law before him?"
Master Guo Xuanshan shook his head and said: "It's not the same. Although I am stronger than him at this time, once this person advances to the stage of Dharma, I am afraid that he will overwhelm me. This time the two sides are confronting each other. It is Zhang Xiyi who is used to deal with the opponent's Faxiang monks, no matter whether it is the Xuanling sect or our sect, none of the forging alchemy cultivators is his opponent."
"This person has such strength? Could it be that if the master uncle has sealed the cultivation base of the Dharma phase, he will not be his opponent?"
Lu Ping was a little unbelievable, Master Guo Xuanshan looked at Lu Ping, and said: "If Senior Brother Tianlin has not advanced to the stage of Dharma at this time, you can beat him, and Senior Sister Tianling and Junior Sister Tianqin can also fight with him before the stage of advanced Dharma. They are evenly matched, but this time the three of them have been restrained by others, and they couldn't come here, but now they are all Dharma monks, so there is no comparison."
"However," Master Guo Xuanshan thought for a while, and said, "If senior brother Liang Xuanfeng were here, he could deal with that Zhang Xiyi, but he can only deal with it. It is impossible to win. I am relying on defense under his hands. It's okay to escape, but I'm afraid it will cause some injuries, Junior Brother Qu fought with him back then, but he was defeated by him."
Lu Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "It seems that after this person advances to the Dharma Stage, Feng Xudao of the Xuanling Sect is probably no longer his opponent."
Master Guo Xuanshan couldn't help but said: "Then Feng Xudao was just because he practiced a hundred years earlier than me, and my strength at this time, compared with Feng Xudao before advanced, even if it is inferior, it is not too far behind. , Feng Xudao's strength before the advanced phase of the method is no more than that of Senior Brother Liang Xuanfeng."