The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

Chapter 83: Wendou Wudou

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Xu Zitang also sighed: "Brother really came from the Xu family?"

Xu Ziqing said: "Yes."

Xu Zitang's expression changed slightly: "Seven years ago, could the clan brother be in the Baicao Garden?"

Xu Ziqing said again: "Yes."

Xu Zitang was silent. After a long time, she asked: "My brother was in the secret realm... and was threatened by one person. Is that man a clan brother?"

Xu Ziqing and Xu Zitang looked at each other and nodded gently: "... Yes."

After three questions, Xu Zitang didn't know how to continue.

Xu Ziqing also knows that this woman has always had an arrogant temperament, and I am afraid there are many things that she can't say. However, Xu Ziqing's affair with the Xu family has long been over in Xu Ziqing's mind, but for the Xu family, it has not been done yet.

So at this time, he needs to make it clear.

"Girl Zitang, seven years ago in the secret realm, I made my brother abandon me for the family. I have no resentment in my heart. I just want to repay the Xu family's grace." Xu Ziqing slowly said, "In the secret realm two years ago, I was not Just saving you is not just to save the Xu family. It's just because of a soft heart and it's not worth mentioning."

Hearing what he said, Xu Zitang had already suppressed his temperament, but his face was a little ugly.

But Xu Ziqing said again: "After leaving the secret realm, I accidentally learned about the plot of the Tian family, and the voice was transmitted to the owner... It was to return the love between the steward and the Xu family. Now that the Xu family is safe and sound, my heart is safe, and I I joined the Sanxiu League early, and I have nothing to do with the Xu family anymore."

That's it, Xu Zitang was speechless.

This Xu Ziqing's kindness and righteousness should be repaid, no one can say that he is indifferent, and the Xu family still lost a single root of wood.

Xu Zitang didn't say any more, any more, I'm afraid he won't even have a nodding acquaintance, but will arouse the other party's resentment. So she just nodded, but her name did not change: "If the clan brother needs the Xu family, the Xu family is obliged to do so no matter what."

Xu Ziqing said quite heavily before, although it was for the sake of breaking and no regrets, but he also felt a little rude. The Xu clan is the clan of his origin, and he does not want to completely ruin his face. In the future, he will definitely not ask the Xu family to do things seriously. It's not bad to be so faintly alienated.

He also nodded: "Naturally."

The conversation between the two came to an end, but Su Xin, who was on Xu Ziqing's right, turned his head and poked Xu Ziqing's arm with his finger.

Xu Ziqing turned her head, somewhat puzzled.

But when he saw Su Xin winking his eyebrows, his face narrowed: "Beauty meets, is Brother Ziqing happy?"

Xu Ziqing couldn't laugh or cry. He had always known Su Xin's frankness, but this frankness was used to tease him, but it was very bad. He shook his head: "It's not the same thing. If Ah Xinxian wants to have a strong Zitang girl, I can introduce you..."

This time it was Su Xin's turn to shook his head again and again: "It's fine, although the beauty is beautiful, but she looks cold and proud, if it is not for a gentle and kind person like Brother Ziqing, I am afraid it will not melt..."

Xu Ziqing sighed, and Su Xin introduced the words to him again. Isn't he still ridiculing? It's really helpless. Just as he said, Xu Zitang is beautiful, but he is not the one he admires. If you continue to talk about it like this, not to mention that this is originally very rude, in case you have to listen to the son of Zifeng—even if Su Xin Already Shan Linggen, how many sword auras can he withstand? But don't let the misfortune come out of your mouth.

Fortunately, there were only a few sentences in this conversation. Soon all the cultivators found their seats and sat down. Then Tang Wenfei gave a light high-five, and everyone in the room was quiet.

Tang Wenfei smiled slightly: "Everyone is a person with strong potential in the Haotian Small World, so I can get here. But since I'm here, I have something to say, and I have to make it clear to you."

All the cultivators looked at him with a solemn expression: "Yes, Senior Tang, please speak frankly."

Tang Wenfei was also somewhat satisfied: "There are a total of five days in the Shenglongmen Conference. Every day there are many competitions, either literary or military. In addition to those who come from the spiritual roots, there will be 20 winners in the end. Everyone else, I will send you to the peak by then."

What he said was very straightforward, and there was no pretentiousness, so when everyone heard it, it was shocking. I knew this was the case earlier, but it was a different feeling to really hear Tang Wenfei say so unceremoniously.

Someone asked, "Senior Tang, what is Wendou and what is Wudou?"

Tang Wenfei nodded to the man with admiration, and then said: "Wen Dou is based on Xiu as the depth and shallowness, and Wu Dou is determined by the exercise method."

Someone said: "Senior Tang, please tell me more."

Tang Wenfei groaned a little, and said, "Well, you are very impatient if you want to come. If you don't want to go to the literary fight today, some people will be removed. The next few days will be fighting, and those who lose in the literary fight can also take the opportunity to live near the spiritual veins. Practicing, don't waste the sun and shade."

When the monks heard the words, their hearts became more nervous, but they all knew that this was a good strategy. Some cultivation bases are worthy of the ninth level of refining qi, or people with low confidence, but in my heart a lot of gratitude to Tang Wenfei.

Tang Wenfei was also happy to make this good fate, and immediately took the lead and took the monks to the back of the hall.

After leaving the main hall, everyone first realized that the aura here was rich, much stronger than that of Wo Longfeng. Everyone is even more speculative, not knowing where the spiritual veins are buried in Tenglong Peak, and what happened

After flying with Tang Wen for a while, everyone didn't have to guess anymore.

It turns out that the more you go back to the mountain, the more aura you feel, and the deeper you go, the more aura, and there are many things that can't be compared with it.

Soon after arriving at the back mountain, everyone saw a cliff that was extremely steep and rushed to the sky.

Three characters were written on the cliff: Tenglong Peak.

These words actually seem to be carved with a sword, the pen is drawn with dragons and snakes, and the sword is awe-inspiring.

When everyone stood under the cliff, they glanced at the three characters, and felt that it was difficult to breathe, and they were almost suffocated.

When Xu Zifeng saw it, there was a kind of enthusiasm in his eyes.

Good swordsmanship! Good momentum!

Seeing the monks' expressions in a trance, Tang Wenfei chuckled lightly: "Everyone, come back to God."

Aroused by his voice, the cultivators woke up one after another. This time they were prepared, and when they looked again, the impact was a little less. But I still don't dare to look more, lest I be taken aback.

Xu Ziqing was also a little surprised when he saw those three characters, but he was not fascinated by it. It's just because that sword technique is good, he has ever seen his friend Yun Yuzhi's vertical and horizontal sword energy. Compared with the sword technique on the cliff, it is not much better, or even better. So he didn't lose his attitude, just a little startled.

Tang Wenfei smiled and said, "Look here, everyone." He raised his arm and pointed at a distance. This action is clearly not surprising, but it makes people unable to leave.

All the cultivators looked at them, all in a daze.

On the cliff, there are ten smooth slabs.

The stone slab was shaped like a mill, smooth like a mirror, clean like jade, color like curd, and size like a wheel.

Tang Wenfei said: "This object is called Juling Tongbao, which is refined by the refiner. It is placed on the Tenglong Peak. It is also a thing for you to use for writing."

The proud people listened attentively, lest they missed it, and they would suffer.

Tang Wenfei said again: "Wen Dou's rules are very easy, but every ten people will try their best at the Spirit Gathering Tongbao. If the cultivation base is above the tenth level of Qi refining, the Tongbao will become purple; Below the tenth level, Tongbao turns red. The deeper the cultivation base, the purer the spiritual power, and the deeper the color of the Tongbao. Therefore, it is very easy to distinguish."

All the proud people suddenly realized that they were so unharmful and clear, and the strange way was called "Wen Dou". There is no objection.

Tang Wenfei said: "Please also ask the monks who are above the tenth level of qi refining to come out."

As soon as his voice fell, six people came out. There are very few people who can reach the tenth level of gas refining before the age of fifty, and the number of people is naturally rare.

The other monks saw that there were only six people who came, and they wiped out their cold sweat.

There is a level difference between the tenth gas refining layer and the ninth gas refining layer. At least, there are now at least fourteen places that can compete.

The six people stood in front of the Gathering Tongbao together, a ray of light flashed all over their bodies, and a magic weapon appeared in each hand.

Xu Ziqing saw that most of the six people were flying swords, and there were also Jinling and Longwhipers, all of whom were of high quality.

Without shouting, the six shot together again, either slashing with flying swords, or Jin Ling rushed away, or the long whip drew a sharp light. The six rays of light hit the magic weapon in their hands respectively, and all hit the mirror surface of the Gathering Tongbao, all of which were absorbed by it.

In the next moment, Juling Tongbao will shine.

Without exception, it is all purple light.

Two of them are light purple, three are medium purple, and one is deep purple.

The level of cultivation is clear at a glance.

Zhuo Hanyan, the only tenth-layer qi-refining monk in the San Xiu League, was Zhong Zi, a little worse than the previous one, and more than the next.

Su Xin and Xu Ziqing were standing at the same place, and they were excited when they saw this: "Senior Sister Zhuo will be able to stay!"

Xu Ziqing smiled: "Ms. Zhuo is indeed very cultivated, and her long whip is very powerful."

Su Xin also smiled and said: "The whip is a high-grade magic weapon. It was given to Senior Sister Zhuo by Elder Bai. It has the same attributes as Senior Sister and is most cherished by her. If it is not for the lower grade, I am afraid she will have it. Refining, as one's own magic weapon!"

Xu Ziqing nodded: "As for Miss Zhuo, I shouldn't have to worry about her."

The two said a few words, these six people had already stood on the other side in accordance with Tang Wenfei's intention, and Wen Dou was considered to have won.

Tang Wenfei signaled the ninth-level cultivator to fight quickly.

Soon ten people were surrendered from the monks. These ten people were either magnificent or charming, all of them with a decent demeanor. It was obvious that they were confident enough to dare to come forward like this.

They also used the magic weapon to play the strongest tricks to make the Spirit Gathering Treasure shine.

If only the six cultivators had expected it, the ten cultivators made a single blow, but it caused many cultivators to exclaim.

I saw the masterpiece of Gathering Lingtongbao light, all showing red light! This red light is not light red, thin red, or crimson, but a deep crimson, with such a strong color that it seems to be very close to purple!

Obviously, their cultivation bases are all at the pinnacle of the ninth level of Qi refining. If they can pierce through that thin film, they will immediately be promoted to the tenth level of qi refining!

This time the martial arts battle in the Shenglongmen Conference seems to be doomed to fight between dragons and tigers...