Forced Vest [Rebirth]

At the beginning of the sect competition, Qu Xiaoyan explained to Feng Zhiyuan: "The sect competition is all about advancing from low to high strength. The ones who start the competition today are the disciples who are at the foundation stage and below. Nephew, you also have to participate in the competition, just , you have already reached the late stage of foundation establishment, and there will only be two competitions in the evening."

Feng Zhiyuan nodded - in fact, he was not at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, after switching to the Ruthless Dao, his strength had already reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and he only needed one opportunity to break through to Golden Core.

Qu Xiaoyan was more excited than Feng Zhiyuan who participated in the martial art competition for the first time.

The last martial arts competition was held in Penglai Xianzhou. Qu Xiaoyan, Qu Xiaotao, and Qu Shuanghua who had just learned from their teachers were led by Qu Ningxiang to participate in the competition. At that time, Qu Ningxiang explained the rules, so the second Qu Xiaoyan, who participated in the competition for the first time, is very familiar with the rules and procedures.

Qu Xiaoyan scanned around and found that many new disciples participating in the sect competition were led by their masters. Feng Zhiyuan's eyes just fell on a pair of master and apprentice, and his expression looked a little lonely.

Qu Xiaoyan thought that Feng Zhiyuan was lost because Qu Yunzhen didn't come, and thought of her senior brother's crooked appearance, she laughed dryly: "Junior Zhiyuan, to tell you the truth, in fact, my senior brother, if he doesn't come by himself, let us There is a reason for looking after you."

"Senior brother Yun Zhen has never participated in the martial arts competition. He is weak. Before he formed the alchemy, his body was worse than ordinary people. When he left Fuluo Island, he would be seriously ill and vomit blood when the wind blows. Such an activity is very difficult for the senior brother. It hurts."

"When he is in poor health, he will have a bad temper. I am really afraid that senior brother Yun Zhen will come to participate in the big competition, and he will revert to his old ways after being stimulated, and mock us with a vicious tongue..."

Qu Xiaoyan said in fear.

Feng Zhiyuan was puzzled when he heard the words.

"Did my master have a bad temper when my uncle was apprenticed?"

Qu Xiaoyan nodded: "Hey, I'm really not saying bad things about senior brother. I think you, nephew, have also noticed that senior brother Yun Zhen is not very popular. This is due to Qu Yiru and Qu Lingshuang's deliberate smearing, but the root cause , has more to do with the senior brother himself."

"The current senior brother is really good-tempered. I probably accepted you as a disciple, and my mind has been opened up. I think back then when I was apprenticed to the teacher, the senior brother spoke with sarcasm and was quite gloomy. Even the master was helpless. How many times did we At that time, I was still young, and I was scolded and cried by my senior brother!"

Qu Xiaoyan laughed.

Feng Zhiyuan frowned when he heard the words - in his opinion, his master is the most gentle and generous person in the world, he really can't imagine, what kind of a master who was able to scold people to tears with his poisonous tongue more than ten years ago appearance.

Is the person Qu Xiaoyan described really his master?

Qu Xiaoyan thought of Senior Brother Yun Zhen whom she had met when she was young, and she felt that senior brother had changed too much in recent years: "I think that senior brother had a bad temper at that time, probably because of his poor health. , It’s really something people can bear, not many people can maintain a good mood while dragging their bodies.”

Feng Zhiyuan thought of the appearance of the master vomiting blood several years ago, and was puzzled: "Uncle Master also knows the five-failure fate, so does Uncle Master know how to change the weakness caused by Master's fate?"

Qu Xiaoyan was taken aback when she heard the words, she scratched her head: "I just heard the master mention it once, but I don't remember clearly. The master said that if there is a treasure that can change the fate against the sky, it should be able to reverse the fate of the senior brother."

"However, if there is something that can change fate against the sky, the master has already found it, and there is no need to wait until now. Many of the gods that the master said are just non-existent legends."

Qu Xiaoyan shook her head.

"Change fate against the sky..."

Feng Zhiyuan pondered, and suddenly thought of a book in the master's collection, and the treasure that the master mentioned——soul jade.

It is recorded in "The Chronicles of the Twelve Immortal Continents" that soul jade can change one's fate against the heavens. Master collects information about soul jade, is it because he wants to collect soul jade and change his fate?

And this martial art competition, the leader's reward is the rare Azure Dragon Soul Jade.

"Soul jade."

Feng Zhiyuan spat out two words, and looked back at the monks walking around.

It is very difficult to win the leader of the Grand Competition during the Foundation Establishment period, but his cultivation base has reached the Great Consummation of Foundation Establishment, and he only needs to find an opportunity to form an alchemy.

If it is alchemy, with the superimposed combat power of sword repair and ruthless dao, you can try to win the championship.

Feng Zhiyuan thought for sure, but when he thought about the gathering of the elites of the sect competition, he felt that with such a lack of experience, he would definitely not be able to succeed.

Feng Zhiyuan looked at Ming Tan in the distance.

"Junior brother wants to compete with me?"

Ming Tan was surprised.

Feng Zhiyuan wanted him to have a special training so that he could rank high in the martial arts competition, which made Ming Tan a little puzzled.

Before he was reborn, the winner of this martial art competition was his other vest Kunlun Jun. Although Feng Zhiyuan participated in the martial arts competition at that time, he was defeated and left the field when he was fighting against the Golden Core stage monks.

That's why, at that time, Qu Yunzhen didn't even notice this genius swordsman who would catch up with him in the future.

What made Feng Zhiyuan stand out was the next martial art competition, and with Feng Zhiyuan's 2000 year Lingjian Qinshuang, it was Feng Zhiyuan's reward for winning.

Qu Yunzhen has always believed that there should be no deviation in Feng Zhiyuan's general direction in the future, and his participation in this martial art competition is an accumulation of experience, but it seems that Feng Zhiyuan himself does not think so.

"Trouble Senior Brother Mingtan."

Feng Zhiyuan looked determined, and he drew out his spirit sword.

"Sword cultivators should accumulate combat experience in battles. I know that I am not strong enough. Please, brother, can compete with me so that Feng can have an estimate of his own strength."

Seeing this, Ming Tan nodded and said, "Okay."

He had to give himself a thumbs up for his double number standby to raise an apprentice.

Ming Tan raised his hand and took out the Zizhu Zen staff: "The little monk will use the Lingshan Vajra stick method to compete with his junior brother's ruthless sword."

Ming Tan saluted and stabbed out with a stick.

Feng Zhiyuan waved his sword to resist, and when the Zizhu Zen staff touched the spirit sword, Feng Zhiyuan felt the waves rushing towards him, passing along the sword body to his body, before he could react, he flew out backwards.

Feng Zhiyuan was startled, he knew that there was a huge difference in strength between the foundation building and the Nascent Soul Stage, but he never expected that Ming Tan's stick would have such power.

Swinging out a stick, seeing Feng Zhiyuan flying out, Ming Tan's figure flashed and appeared in mid-air.

Raising his arms to embrace Feng Zhiyuan, Ming Tan brought Feng Zhiyuan to the ground.

The moment Ming Tan embraced him, Feng Zhiyuan's pupils shrank.

When the two landed on the ground, Feng Zhiyuan looked a little dazed.

Ming Tan lets go.

"Junior brother, come again, I haven't fought against anyone for a long time, I lost my strength, and almost damaged my brother's Severing Sword."

Ming Tan stood a foot away from Feng Zhiyuan, and said softly.

Feng Zhiyuan came back to his senses, he lowered his eyes and shook his head: "It's my lack of strength, please trouble brother."

Ming Tan made a move again, but as expected, he withdrew his strength, Feng Zhiyuan barely fought with him for several moves, and was defeated again.

"Brother, come again!"

Feng Zhiyuan felt that the difference in strength between the two was like a moat, and he was not discouraged. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit, his eyes glowed, and he looked at Mingtan aggressively.

Ming Tan stared at Feng Zhiyuan's eyes shining with fighting intent, and smiled.

"it is good."

The two of them trained for a long time, and Ming Tan intentionally made moves, while Feng Zhiyuan was a natural swordsman, in just half a day, he was able to fight Ming Tan for half an hour after he had recovered his strength.

The two of you came and I exchanged ideas for a long time, and seeing the sky change, Ming Tan put away his Zen staff and said with a smile:

"Junior brother has made rapid progress, really impressive, and now he is able to take 128 sticks from a young monk."

Feng Zhiyuan held the sword in one hand, his whole body was drenched in sweat, he supported his body with the sword, panting heavily.

Ming Tan was born with supernatural power, even if he withdrew his strength, the power of each stick made Feng Zhiyuan feel as if he was rolling in a huge wave. Fortunately, Ming Tan kept pointing out the tricks of the sword, so he was able to wrestle with it for so long.

Feng Zhiyuan recalled Ming Tan's teachings, raised his eyes to look at Ming Tan: "Brother is also proficient in swordsmanship?"

Ming Tan is a Buddhist cultivator, but when confronting him, Ming Tan is very familiar with Feng Zhiyuan's sword moves. After a short confrontation, Ming Tan pointed out the shortcomings of Feng Zhiyuan's sword technique.

Ming Tan was taken aback when he heard Feng Zhiyuan's question.

He looked at the young swordsman, the face of the young man after the battle was covered with sweat, his cheeks were flushed after intense exercise, his eyes, which had been dyed by the sword intent, were soaked in sweat, with a watery gleam, but their eyes were sharp, The softness in Jianxiu's eyes was completely washed away.

Ming Tan was stared at by Feng Zhiyuan, and his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm not proficient in swordsmanship. I'm only proficient in Lingshan Vajra Staff. Swordsmanship, stickmanship, and even boxing techniques all have something in common. Therefore, when we fight, I can see the weakness of my junior."

As the avatar and body of the Demon Lord, Ming Tan is of course proficient in swordsmanship. After all, as the Demon Lord, he has practiced the top sword skills.

Even though the body and body strength are different from the main body, the soul is always the same from the beginning to the end, so when guiding Feng Zhiyuan, if he doesn't pay attention, it will be revealed.

Ming Tan quickly went through all the words he had pointed out to Feng Zhiyuan just now, and his heart skipped a beat for a while. Many of his words were indeed consistent with his body—could it be possible that after being forced to open his waistcoat and double-open, he would be forced to lose weight? horse?

Ming Tan glanced at Feng Zhiyuan.

Feng Zhiyuan had already stood up, put away the spirit sword, and respectfully said to Ming Tan: "Thank you for your guidance, brother, I have benefited a lot from it, but I still have a merciless request."

Judging by Feng Zhiyuan's expression, Ming Tan didn't know whether the other party doubted him, he tried his best to maintain the holy monk's setup: "Junior brother, please tell me."

"Junior Brother would like to ask Senior Brother, can you also give advice to Junior Brother in the next few days?"

Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyes and said respectfully.

Ming Tan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, his vest hasn't come off yet, and he can continue to roam.

"Naturally."

The holy monk nodded.

"Thank you, brother!"

Feng Zhiyuan saluted again.

Ming Tan calculated the time: "It's almost time, junior brother, let's get some rest first, and soon the junior brother will compete in the competition."

When Feng Zhiyuan returned to the room, he drew out the spirit sword, looked at the spirit sword in his hand, his eyes were dark.

"I didn't tell anyone that the spirit sword I was equipped with is Duanliu. I don't know Senior Brother Mingtan, and how did I know it?"

Clenching Jiansui tightly, Feng Zhiyuan hooked his lips.

"Master...is that you?"

"If it's you, what secrets do you have that your disciples don't know?"

On the other end, Ming Tan racked his brains, thinking about how to cover the vest tightly.

After a while, Ming Tan shook his head, feeling that his worries were unfounded.

"Forget it, it's just a vest. I lost one. I still have so many vests. What are you afraid of! Besides, I can open both of them now, so why bother?"

As a person with many trumpets, Ming Tan said that such a trivial matter as losing a horse is not worth his worrying at all.

Therefore, Ming Tan continued to guide Feng Zhiyuan's swordsmanship without any psychological burden.