Airborne Wedding Site [Quick Transmigration]

With a natural sword body and the guidance of a famous teacher, Yan Jinghong, who had studied the opponent's tactics early, naturally won without any suspense.

Because it was just a rivalry and not a death fight, Lu Yang just lost his weapon when Yan Jinghong hit his wrist with a sword, and didn't even break a piece of oily skin.

However, for the sword cultivator who chose the spirit sword to be nurtured and tempered since childhood, letting go of the weapon is more embarrassing than spitting blood. Fortunately, Lu Yang's character is just like what 0527 said, knowing the severity, knowing that there are law enforcement elders and Taoists Sitting on the scene, he finally just picked up the sword and bowed to Yan Jinghong.

It is normal to win or lose in a duel, and simply comforted his disciples, the elder Liu Ming saw that Lie Xin was happy, and couldn't help but stepped forward: "Your sword moves are good, but you understand it yourself?"

——Light and elegant, like a frightened bird, such an elegant and quick way to win is obviously not taught by Dao Zun. As for the other party's nominal master, Jiang Yubai, Liu Ming didn't pay attention to him at all.

He is acknowledging the superiority and previous strength of the opponent's roots, but how can the monster race who rely on instinct to fight in the way of swordsmanship compare to the superior human cultivator?

"My sword moves are naturally taught by my master." Yaoyao cupped his hands at the little fox on Daoist Master's shoulder, and Yan Jinghong, who won the match, exhaled and raised his eyebrows, "Why does this elder ask such a question?"

Hearing that the other party was proud and still cautiously did not call Po Liu Ming's name, Chi Hui flicked his tail, thinking that his cheap apprentice was really clever.

Mistakenly thinking that Yan Jinghong was lying in public to save his master's face, Liu Ming's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

The young man with fox ears had thin white fingers and a weak figure. There were many monks who had fought against him, but none of them mentioned that the other party was also proficient in swordsmanship.

"It seems that this elder has misunderstood me."

At the moment when Liu Minghuang was in awe, the little fox standing on Dao Zun's shoulder had already opened his mouth leisurely.

The tip of its claws jumped down lightly, and in the curling red mist, the red fox turned into a beautiful young man in white in the blink of an eye.

He didn't seem to be angry, his peach blossom-shaped eyes were bent like crescent moons, and his frowns and smiles were full of seductive and lazy amorous feelings.

Landing silently, the fox tail swayed slightly. The disciples who had been ravished by the little fox before were stunned, and suddenly felt that their pure liking had changed a bit.

Never expecting that this matter would cause the master to end in person, Yan Jinghong looked worried, and unconsciously squeezed the scabbard tightly: Although the master's swordsmanship attainments are indeed far superior to Liu Ming, even the most ordinary outer disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect can't stand it. You know, the opponent's current cultivation base is only Foundation Establishment.

And if you want to become a peak elder in Qingyun Sword Sect, you need at least a distraction period of cultivation.

Qi training, foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying, distraction, fusion, crossing the catastrophe, Mahayana... Trying to recall the basic knowledge taught by his seniors, Yan Jinghong secretly calculated in his heart, and found that the current master is actually better than Liu Ming. A full three realms lower.

Although Liu Ming has just broken through to the fusion stage, every barrier in his practice is like a natural moat, and the Taoist priest in his youth can only bridge the gap of one realm at most.

Blame me.

Thinking that he dragged his master into this muddy water, Yan Jinghong's eyes were filled with annoyance, and this scene fell into Liu Ming's eyes, which made him firmer in his previous speculation.

"It's okay." He patted his apprentice's drooping head lovingly, and the young man's voice was full of lightness, "Hey, you go to Ah Qing's place first."

Huo Zhi, who had never stopped his Taoist companion, looked at it, and suddenly the root of his tongue became a little sour.

Rao was as nervous as Yan Jinghong, and after obediently standing beside his senior brother, he smelled a smell of old vinegar.

"It's better to be early than to be coincidental." Turning to look at Liu Ming who was standing on the opposite side of the round platform, the fox-tailed youth said with a smile, "Since the disciples have already competed, why don't we, the masters, come and learn from each other."

With an online IQ, Liu Ming shook his head and retreated: "A sword has no eyes, I dare not hurt my lord."

Is this because he is afraid that Huo Zhi will settle accounts later?

Before Chi Hui turned his head to ask the other party for a promise, the man's voice resounded on the rooftop: "Everyone should do their best."

Having been famous for thousands of years, Daoist Huo Zhi has never done anything that contradicted his promise. Hearing the other party's golden mouth to make a final decision, the young disciples who were worried about Elder Jiang's health looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Since we are competing in the same sect, I will suppress my cultivation to the same level as you." A small sword lingering in purple light emerged from between his brows, and Liu Ming walked to the center of the round platform, "Thunder."

As soon as the sword came out, the disciples gathered outside the round platform were in an uproar. After all, the original owner's failure to cross the tribulation was a commotion. Even the little boy who had just drawn his breath into his body knew that the other party was struck by the Nine Heavens God's lightning.

This game can be described as Tianke.

However, the young man in the center of the line of sight didn't panic. As the combined elder who was in charge of Yifeng, it was normal for Liu Ming to have a mutated spiritual root.

Walking leisurely in front of the opponent, he flicked his sleeves, revealing his callus-free hand: "Please."

"Where's your sword?" Seeing that the young man's hand was empty, Liu Ming couldn't help asking.

Chi didn't answer.

He just smiled softly, as if he didn't care about the upcoming competition at all.

Unable to bear such a tired and lazy attitude, the sharp blade in Liu Ming's hand trembled, and a bright sword light slashed down with thunder.

There was a strong wind, and the sky over the not-so-spacious performance platform was covered with dark clouds, blowing the fox-eared young man who was locked by the sword move like a candle.

The world likes to use thunder and lightning to describe the speed. In this short moment, all the disciples outside the field had a thought in their hearts——

Elder Jiang lost.

Yan Jinghong, who had already grasped the way of swordsmanship, wanted to rush in, but was grabbed by the senior brother beside him.

The flowing time seems to be frozen at this moment, all kinds of beings, on the rooftop, only the Taoist priest in white standing under the tree and the young man with fox ears shrouded in sword light have normal expressions.

"Boom—"

Accompanied by a deafening loud sound, the thunder finally roared.

But it failed to land on the young man's neck.

Because after Chi turned around, there were countless thunder lights floating in the air.

It was a kind of daunting horror, different from the thunder light simulated by the monks, they carried brilliant heavenly power, as if the monks would never survive the doom.

How do people fight against the sky?

Thunder and lightning flashed, and the sword intent soared into the sky. Suddenly encountered such a complete emotional crush, the thunder light on Liu Ming's sword flickered slightly, and scattered into the air with a snap.

Walking gracefully like a ghost, he mobilized all his spiritual power to avoid the opponent's invisible move. The fox-eared youth who disappeared out of thin air suddenly appeared behind Liu Ming, and put the spirit sword named Jinghong on the opponent's neck: " you lose."

Pina is like a frightening bird, and it is like a dragon.

Compared with the apprentices who played before, the young man's movement is obviously more calm.

"How is it possible..." Liu Ming muttered to himself in disbelief as he looked at the sharp sword transformed from thunderstorms in front of him.

"Three thousand avenues, ten thousand dharmas return to one," let go of the slightly trembling spirit sword in his hand, and the fox-eared youth stood up with a calm look, "I was lucky enough to recover a life from the ninety-nine thunder calamity , how could Yu Bai really make no progress."

"Whether it's the sword and boxing method or the talisman spirit array, what we cultivate is nothing more than the 'Tao'."

"What is Tao?" Waving his sleeves to disperse the dark clouds and purple thunder that covered the sky, the young man with fox ears said softly to himself, "Tao is the heart."

"If the elder doesn't seriously refine his state of mind, no matter what kind of spiritual root or weapon, Yue Bai can beat you with the way of the other."

After saying this, the young man who won the competition didn't stay any longer, nodded slightly and walked towards the Taoist companion.

[It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! ! !It's really troublesome to take advantage of the situation. 】Forcibly attracting the spiritual power of heaven and earth to pour into the dantian, Chi Hui's meridians all over his body were stretched to the point of pain, but he still maintained his composure.

Fortunately, his acting skills are becoming more and more proficient, otherwise, with Liu Ming's fusion stage, it can be seen that he is at the end of his strength at this time.

For the monks who have touched the threshold of the Mahayana period, all the moves and routines are false, the unity of man and nature, returning to the basics, even if they do not have magic weapons, they can still use the power of heaven to control the enemy.

It's just that there is a huge gap between Chi Hui's physical and mental states, at most 2 minutes, and any second more will destroy his dantian and tear his meridians apart.

Bathed in the adoring eyes of the two apprentices, the fox-eared young man raised his head proudly to his Taoist companion: "I won."

His eyes were bright, but he didn't know how pale his own face was. Although he had already guessed how the opponent would win, when this scene actually happened, Huo Zhi only felt regret in his heart.

——He thought that he could respect the youth's decision with reason, but he couldn't control his heart.

"Nonsense," stretched out his hand to hold the young man's cold and white fingertips, Huo Zhi didn't care about the surrounding environment, and hugged him in his arms, "There will be no next time."

No matter how much this stupid fox begs him coquettishly, he will not let him take another risk.

Feeling that he was very successful in being handsome this time around, Chi Hui coughed lightly, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I'm a fox, not a shrinking turtle that hides when things happen..."

The arms around his waist tightened more and more, the young man who secretly talked back shook his ears, and silently swallowed back the second half of his protest.

The painful meridians in his body were soothed one by one by the man's spiritual power from his fingertips. Chi Hui's throat itched slightly, and he covered his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of accumulated blood.

Yan Jinghong beaming with joy: ...

Le Zhengqing who just breathed a sigh of relief: ...

Disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect who are discussing a lot: ...

The glaring red dot printed on the young man's cuff clearly showed how their Qingyun Sword Sect bullied a fox that came from afar.

shame.

Too embarrassing.

Before, they felt that there was nothing wrong with this contest between love and my wish, but now seeing the young man's frail figure, they looked at Liu Ming with blame——

If you want to grab an apprentice with your strength, you can, but if you have the ability to talk to Dao Zun and his elders, what's the point of fighting the seriously injured Elder Jiang?

It took a lot of effort to make the Taoist companion's body with damaged foundations recover. In this way, His Majesty would have to spend a lot of spirit stone energy to bring it back.

Elder Liu Ming should bear the cost of provoking first on the rooftop!

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw countless loving eyes full of pity. In fact, most of them have been cured by the Taoist couple. By the way, Chi Hui, who has widened his meridians because of a blessing in disguise: ...? ? ?

Did these people misunderstand him?