"What the hell? What kind of spell is it?"
"Pfft! Those are my curse words!"
"Ah... Hey, okay, no matter what you say, I don't believe it anyway."
This time it was Wang Weijun's turn to vomit blood: "Pfft... Do I still want to lie to you? It's really..." He felt depressed, thinking that back then, he could indeed destroy the Jianxin Sect with just one toe, but now he has no choice. .
"Mama, damn it! Mama, damn it!"
"It's so noisy. I want to listen to what he has to say. Stop arguing!"
Wang Weijun disappeared quietly. He was so frustrated that he couldn't even curse. It was so frustrating.
Mo Chentian only said a few words and then flew to the third floor. Mi Xiaojing was interrupted by Wang Weijun and did not understand what he said.
"What did he say?"
Mu Xiaoyin said: "I didn't say anything, it was just the beginning of the competition."
Due to the large number of people, the competition was conducted in groups.
At the beginning of the competition, few people were interested in watching. They were all chatting and their attention was not on the field. Everyone knew that the exciting competition must be at the end. There were everyone before, and most of them were very poor in strength. There was almost no competition. What to watch.
Even if there are people with super strength, they will not be exposed too much in the previous competition, and it is not time to fight. Unless the opponent is as strong as yourself, in the early stage, there will not be too many such opportunities.
Mi Xiaojing's table is different. They are still a little unfamiliar with cultivators' battles, so even if the competition is not exciting, they still watch it with gusto, and any experience is worth absorbing.
Not far from their table, there was a pair of cultivators competing.
Mi Xiaojing looked curiously.
These were two poor people. Neither of them had any magical weapons. One used a long steel sword and the other used a big axe. They came up with a ping-pong-pong-pong chop, which made Mi Xiaojing stunned.
boom!
The steel sword struck the axe. Even if Mi Xiaojing was not strong in fighting ability, he could see that the two of them had no fighting experience at all. Even a fight between ordinary people on the street would be more exciting than this.
Suddenly, the person holding the ax suddenly let go and threw the ax head, hitting his opponent hard.
The cultivator holding the sword was overjoyed. He chopped off the ax with his sword. Just as he was about to step forward, his opponent laughed and said, "You have been fooled!"
He raised his hand to shoot out a fire talisman, chanted the spell in his mouth, and the fire talisman turned into a ball of flames and shot towards the opponent.
The face of the cultivator holding the sword changed greatly, and he cursed: "Asshole!" He raised his sword to strike, but he forgot that what he was holding was not a magic weapon, but a sword made of steel. When he struck the flame, the flame stuck to it. On the sword body, the steel sword melted in an instant, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly threw away the steel sword in his hand.
The person opposite took out another fire talisman and said to him: "Admit defeat and I won't throw it away!"
"I surrender!"
The man put away the fire talisman triumphantly and said with a smile: "Not bad, I saved one fire talisman. Hehe, it should still be usable in the next game! Thanks... junior brother."
The person who surrendered looked frustrated and said: "If I had a protective talisman, I wouldn't be afraid of you... Forget it, you can't go far with this fire talisman anyway. There are many powerful people, that is me. Only a pauper like this can't stop your attack."
The two left like this. The fight was over. Mi Xiaojing was completely speechless. He thought he was poor enough, but he still saw a real poor man. He could win with a fire talisman. If he used the magic spell himself. If the sword comes, doesn't it sweep everything
However, Mi Xiaojing soon saw a scene. They were two cultivators with magical weapons.
They are all the most basic magic swords, one red and one white. The red magic sword has a fire spirit pattern. It does not form a single spiritual pattern, but several fire spirit patterns are engraved on it. After activation, the sword body will have the function of flames. , can be regarded as the simplest kind of magic sword.
The magic sword used on the opposite side was blessed with golden spirit patterns. It also did not form a single spiritual pattern. It was simply blessed with several golden spirit patterns. Its effect was much stronger than that of the steel sword, and at least it would not be destroyed by the fire talisman.
Of course, you can't let go of this magic sword, you can only hold it in your hand and fight with others.
This time, the fight between the two was much better to watch. They advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, and attacked in a well-organized way. Mi Xiaojing was dazzled by the sight, but just as he secretly admired it, he was scolded by Wang Weijun.
"Is this a battle? What is the difference between this and mortals? They are not as good as those who practice martial arts among mortals. They are too weak, too weak to be seen. Do you still want to absorb combat experience from here?"
Mi Xiaojing was also helpless. He had really never fought before, and his personality was relatively peaceful. He didn't like fighting very much. He would rather refine pills and weapons than fight. This was also related to the fact that he had no fighting experience.
Wang Weijun also discovered this and couldn't help but feel panicked. If Mi Xiaojing was not good at fighting, he would be in big trouble when he was in danger. If he was beaten to death, Wang Weijun would not be able to save his life. This was not possible!
Since Mi Xiaojing has no combat experience, let him pass it on and pass on his experience to him.
Therefore, Mu Xiaoyin saw Mi Xiaojing's eyes straighten, as if her body had stiffened all of a sudden, and her eyes were fixedly looking ahead. She looked curiously and saw two cultivators fighting with magic swords. , but the fight was very beautiful. When the swords collided, sparks flew out. It was much more beautiful than other cultivators.
In fact, Mi Xiaojing was suddenly inherited, and his brain became confused all of a sudden. The influx of a large amount of experience caused his brain to temporarily shut down, and he was completely unable to care about the outside world.
Wang Weijun didn't dare to pass on more. He only passed down the combat skills from the Qi training stage and the foundation building stage, as well as various experiences, tips for using magic weapons, and techniques for avoiding damage.
When Mi Xiaojing reacted, he only felt dizzy. However, this was not the first time this happened, so he was already very experienced. He just sat and breathed out slowly, letting the true energy come in little by little. in the head.
A cool feeling surrounded his head. After almost half a day, he finally woke up completely. Once he got these experience inheritance and watched the battle on the competition ground, Mi Xiaojing was completely depressed. What is this
No wonder Wang Weijun wanted to scold him, it was indeed too bad.
In the world of cultivation, generally speaking, most cultivators in the Qi training stage practice in sects. If they cannot break through to the foundation building stage, they will die in the sect for the rest of their lives and will not have any chance to get out. Once they break through, When they reach the foundation building stage, they will learn real combat skills and go out to experience the test of life and death.
Only cultivators in the foundation-building stage are qualified to hang out in the world of cultivation. Cultivators in the qi-training stage have no qualifications to be outside. Therefore, casual cultivators in the world of cultivation are the real powerful ones. They often start from the qi-training stage. Starting to fight hard in the wild, if they can survive, everyone's combat experience will far exceed that of the cultivators in the sect.