Xianjun Raiders Manual [Transmigration Book]

Among the weapons used by monks, the sword is the most commonly used. Even if you are not a sword cultivator with a golden spiritual vein, if you have a spiritual sword that suits you, it can also be used as a natal magic weapon.

In addition to swords, there were also disciples who used knives or knives in the foundation building competitions a few days ago, but there were only a few of them, and I had never seen one who used whips.

As soon as Ji Xi took out the crescent moon, the crowd watching the battle immediately started whispering, all whispering about this young Jindanqi disciple.

"This weapon is extraordinary, what is the origin of this disciple?"

"Are you stupid in cultivation, you even forgot the second disciple under Lord Ling'an's seat?"

"What kind of spiritual vein is this brother? Why can't I see it..."

The arena is covered by formations, and the disciples who are competing cannot hear other people's words. Qin Feng also looked at the silver whip in Ji Xi's hand, and praised: "As expected of the Wuya faction, this..."

Standing on this high platform and being surrounded by people watching, Ji Xi felt uncomfortable, just wanted to make a quick decision, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, let's start directly."

Since this person asked him to attack first, Ji Xi didn't show politeness to him, and approached him directly. Qin Feng calmed down and focused on the fight.

He didn't take Ji Xi seriously at first. Although the whip in Ji Xi's hand was high-grade, it was a soft weapon after all. Even if it was used to the extreme, how could it be against his heavy sword.

Until he dodged Ji Xi's whip, and threw the whip on the ring made of rock and stone, a scorched black mark suddenly appeared on the gray-white stone surface, which was sunken downward, and smoke was "sizzling" .

... Why is this whip so fierce?

Ji Xi and Duan You, a standard swordsman, have been practicing together for a long time, and they can almost touch some of the swordsman's routines. After a few rounds, Qin Feng couldn't touch half of his clothes, but he couldn't find Qin Feng's either. breakthrough.

He then changed his method, wanting to take advantage of his unpreparedness to attack from the side, while dodging around the ring while looking for opportunities.

Some disciples with relatively low cultivation level couldn't see the truth, they only thought that Qin Feng was better than Ji Xi who was blindly dodging and defending. In fact, several elders could tell that the two were evenly matched for the time being.

Not long after, Qin Feng couldn't bear it anymore.

He had been hiding it from the very beginning, and now that he thought he had figured out Ji Xi's moves, he only felt that he was nothing more than that, so he raised his long sword to directly block his whip.

As soon as the silver whip touched Qin Feng's sword, it wrapped around the sword. Qin Feng exerted force in his hand, ready to shake Ji Xi away, but suddenly the right hand holding the sword ached, as if being pricked by a needle, and his palm instantly turned red.

Ji Xi had already filled the entire whip body with spiritual energy, and when Zidian touched the long sword, it passed over instantly.

Qin Feng shook his hand and failed to fight back immediately. Ji Xi seized the opportunity and lashed the whip again. Qin Feng couldn't dodge it in time and resisted forcefully.

The clothes he was wearing were a medium-grade magical weapon, and he was directly slashed, and the place on his hand where the whip tail swept was burning and painful.

Qin Feng has an ominous premonition, what kind of spiritual vein is this disciple of the Wuya Sect... is it?

When he was distracted, Ji Xi seized the opportunity to attack him continuously, and whipped him all over his body.

In the eyes of others, his clothes were damaged, and his skin was only red when he touched it. Only Qin Feng himself knew that the silver whip seemed small and harmless, but it actually hurt terribly when it hit someone.

Not only the pain, but also the numbness and weakness that went deep into the bone marrow. For some reason, it reminded him of the thunder calamity when he broke through.

Qin Feng was obviously at a disadvantage. Ji Xi finally leaned closer and stretched out his left hand to pat it. The thunder-type spiritual energy condensed in the palm of his hand almost suffocated Qin Feng. He hurriedly retreated from the ring and covered his heart: "Qin is invincible and willing to surrender!" .”

Not all spiritual veins can be condensed into entities for attack, like Ji Xi just now, the lethality is not small, Qin Feng can only think of fire-type spiritual veins, but Ji Xi doesn't seem to be.

Either way, he just lost.

Most of the people watching the battle were wondering what Ji Xi's spiritual veins were. He heard that when he first entered the sect, he was tested to be wood-type spiritual veins, but where did he use wood-type spiritual veins in the ring just now?

Some disciples have noticed the clues, but they can't be sure.

The winner has been registered in the register, and Ji Xi is in good condition after this match, so he exited the ring excitedly, and looked up at where Lin Ciqing was.

Lin Ciqing was not on the stage, Ji Xi was taken aback when someone called him not far away.

"Axi."

He turned his head and looked over. Lin Ciqing got off the stands at some point and was walking in his direction.

A smile appeared on Ji Xi's face again, and he went forward: "Master!"

He wanted to ask how he was doing, whether he was particularly good, and thought that everyone around him was watching them, so he kept it in his heart for the time being, and only looked at Lin Ciqing with bright eyes.

Lin Ciqing understood, reached out to wipe a little sweat on his forehead, and praised in a low voice: "Well done."

When Ji Xi was on stage, only he knew how nervous he was. Ji Xi was not only his apprentice, but also his companion who had always cared for and loved him, and he was reluctant to let him suffer.

Fortunately, Ji Xi successfully won this match, but this was the first time he made a move in front of everyone, Qin Feng could be said to be defenseless, and in future competitions, people who meet Ji Xi will definitely be more vigilant.

Lin Ciqing even had the idea of ​​making Ji Xi give up, but Ji Xi needs to grow up, let alone waste his talent.

Regardless of the disciples present, he led Ji Xi back to his seat on the stage, and poured him a cup of tea himself.

The elders of the Wuya Sect had known about it for a long time, and they were not surprised by this scene, but the rest of the disciples in the sect were extremely surprised.

"Did I read it wrong, Mr. Ling'an poured tea for his apprentice?"

"If such an easy-going fairy becomes my master, this life will not be in vain..."

"This doesn't seem right, the young and the old are in order..."

Ji Xi was still excited while holding the teacup, he didn't notice anything wrong, so he lowered his voice: "Master, I won!"

On weekdays, Duan You always praised him in different ways. When Ji Xi stood on the ring, he was actually a little nervous.

Duan You hurried up at this time, and happily patted Ji Xi's shoulder: "Junior brother, you really lived up to my expectations!"

When he was halfway through, he caught a glimpse of Ji Ran's shadow in the crowd, and quickly lowered his head not to be seen by the other party. He didn't rush over until Ji Xi finished the test and Ji Ran turned to leave.

"That Qin Feng is the strongest disciple in the Jindan period of the Praying School this time," Duan You said as he took out a small notebook, writing and drawing with a small brush while muttering, "The Praying School can be excluded. There are also Fengyang, Sifang, Luofeng..."

Ji Xi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Brother, where is your opponent?"

Duan You chuckled, and took out another notebook, which recorded the disciples of the Nascent Soul Stage of each faction, "Here it is."

As soon as he came up, Lin Ciqing called someone to bring another chair. The table was wide enough and not crowded, so the three of them sat together like this.

The Golden Core stage has the most participating disciples. According to the arrangement of the first round, Ji Xi doesn't have to compete again today.

He watched the rest of the disciples on the ring with peace of mind, and wrote down every winner. Lin Ciqing and Duan You would also explain a few words to him from time to time.

At the end of the day, Ji Xi's eyes were almost blurred, and when he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see all kinds of spiritual energy flashing, and the harvest was also great.

He pressed his brows, and Duan You still wanted to pull Ji Xi to talk about today's competition. Lin Ciqing stretched out his hand to block Ji Xi, and said calmly, "Okay, let him rest."

Duan You immediately shut up and took his leave first.

Today's competition was completely over, Ji Xi didn't leave, and there were still many disciples present secretly looking at him. After all, he was the first competition, and it was the one that was discussed the most.

Lin Ciqing frowned slightly, and directly grabbed Ji Xi's waist, and flew away with him.

Back at the peak, Ji Xi stood still, closed his eyes and hummed: "Master, my waist is sore."

Watching the battle is a bit more tiring than playing on stage.

Gently covered his eyes with both hands, slowly massaged the browbones and eye sockets, and then squeezed his shoulders down, Ji Xi enjoyed it with peace of mind, until Lin Ciqing pressed his waist, he couldn't help laughing Said: "It's itchy, don't pinch me."

"Didn't you mean your back was sore?" Lin Ciqing pulled him to sit down, and said softly, "During the competition, did you have any fear?"

Ji Xi thought about it seriously, then shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

There was nervousness, and he felt a little uncomfortable being surrounded by crowds, but he had absolutely no fear, the worst would be losing, and Lin Ciqing would not punish him for this.

"That's good," Lin Ciqing reassured, and told him again, "Don't think about the ranking, even though the competition is all over, there will be cases of accidental misses, if you feel difficult, just vote for it."

The master of other people's family should want his apprentice to try his best to get the best grades. Why did Lin Ciqing tell him to surrender in time instead.

Ji Xi disagreed very much, and besides, he also wanted to give Lin Ciqing some credit, Duan You would definitely get the No.

"Master, do you think I can't win?" Ji Xi felt a little frustrated, and said, "But I want to give it a try."

Lin Ciqing knew that he must have misunderstood his expression, so she beckoned him to come closer, hugged the unhappy little apprentice, pinched his face and explained: "It's just a trial meeting, compared to ranking And rewards, I don't want you to get hurt."

Ji Xi snorted softly: "Master, I'm afraid he treats me like a delicate flower in a greenhouse. If I get hurt, will I still cry in front of you?"

Lin Ciqing didn't answer, Ji Xi looked up at him, and suddenly said with a smile: "Master, you like me sticking to you like this?"

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