Forced Vest [Rebirth]

Feng Zhiyuan swallowed the grapes in his mouth with difficulty, and touched the tips of his hot ears: "Senior brother is already at the golden core stage, so you haven't even bigu yet?"

"The five grains are mixed, which is not conducive to practice, and bigu is the only way to do it. But, these grapes are not ordinary grapes."

Mr. Kunlun picked up a grape and faced the sun, the grape in his hand was like the finest gemstone, transparent and radiant in the sun.

"Junior brother does not know that there is an innate spiritual plant in Qingqiu Xianzhou, which happens to be a vine. This vine only blooms and bears fruit once every ten thousand years, and the fruit it produces is a great tonic."

Saying so, Kunlun-Jun stuffed two more grapes into Feng Zhiyuan's mouth: "Of course, the vine in Qingqiu grows very well, covering a whole hill. For Qingqiu Yaoxiu, this is not a rare thing, but Well, Qingqiu has little contact with human monks, no matter how delicious the grapes are, we can't eat them."

"Fortunately, Mo Tianya is quite generous. He brought a lot of special products from Qingqiu, so that we can enjoy the grapes produced by this innate spiritual plant."

The grapes grown by Xiantian Lingzhi are not small. Feng Zhiyuan was suddenly stuffed with two grapes by Lord Kunlun, his cheeks bulged, just like a hamster.

With a sullen face, Feng Zhiyuan chewed the grapes and swallowed them with difficulty under Kunlun Jun's smiling gaze.

"Junior brother, do you want two more?"

Mr. Kunlun thinks his apprentice is really cute, so he can't help but want to tease him.

"Do not."

Feng Zhiyuan refused, took a step back, and distanced himself from Mr. Kunlun.

Jun Kunlun put the grapes in his mouth, tilted his head: "Junior Brother Zhiyuan, do you want to compete with me?"

Feng Zhiyuan looked at Mr. Kunlun.

Jun Kunlun sat cross-legged on the ground, looking up at Feng Zhiyuan.

As the sun fell, Feng Zhiyuan realized that Mr. Kunlun's eyes were grayish, and his hair was also lighter, with a dark blue tint.

Mr. Kunlun casually pinched a grape, and stared at the sun for a while: "Xiaosheng has also seen the performance of the younger brother in the competition. I have to say that the progress of the younger brother is terrible. You are the best in the martial arts competition. You should have a seat."

Feng Zhiyuan's gaze fell on the grapes that Mr. Kunlun was twisting in his hands.

In the next second, the grape was thrown into Jun Kunlun's mouth, Feng Zhiyuan stared blankly.

The sharp canine teeth pierced the grape, and the juice splashed. Mr. Kunlun raised his hand and wiped off the grape juice from his lips with his thumb. The younger brother will stop at the challenge of the later stage of Jindan."

Mr. Kunlun looked at Feng Zhiyuan: "In this case, everything will become empty talk."

Feng Zhiyuan pursed his lips, and met Kunlun Jun's eyes with lowered eyes: "Then what is the brother's intention?"

Mr. Kunlun propped his head up with one hand, and if he looked carefully, he could find that his gray eyes had the characteristics of a beast, and the pupils were irregular. Under the sun, the pupils shrunk into inconspicuous ellipses, like the eyes of some large beast .

Feng Zhiyuan raised his hand to hold the spirit sword.

Jun Kunlun chuckled, got up and approached Feng Zhiyuan, and covered Feng Zhiyuan's hand holding the sword hilt with one hand: "Junior brother, let me be the one who can help you, what do you think?"

Feng Zhiyuan wanted to back away, but failed, he frowned and looked at the young man who was half a head taller than him.

There was still the aroma of grapes floating in the air, but Lord Kunlun himself, like a monster with its fangs bared, unleashed a terrifying pressure on Feng Zhiyuan.

The coercion from the mythical beast Pixiu hit Feng Zhiyuan, making the young swordsman grit his teeth.

The Ruthless Dao Kungfu began to operate independently, and Feng Zhiyuan mobilized his spiritual power to compete with Lord Kunlun.

The young man's dark eyes fixed on Kunlun Jun's eyes, and the sword intent in his eyes was full of murderous intent.

Seeing that Feng Zhiyuan's aura was still rising under the coercion he had unleashed, those eyes seemed to have been tempered by flames, carrying a strong murderous intent, which almost washed away the coercion of spiritual power around him, Kunlun Jun smiled.

"You are still too weak. If you want to stand out in this martial arts competition, your current strength is far from enough. I am also looking forward to fighting with you. Since our goals are the same, I will help you."

Feng Zhiyuan's fingers holding the hilt of the sword turned white: "What exactly is senior brother going to do?"

The corners of Kunlun-jun's lips are raised, and the gray eyes are full of interest: "I can open the Kunlun Supreme Treasure Shifang Zhoutian Mirror for you. , One day in the battle, one year outside the mirror, I will put some small things in the mirror, if you want to defeat me, you should practice hard, and try to break out of the mirror before the end of the martial art competition, and compete with me for a lifetime fan."

As he spoke, Kunlun-jun raised his hand, and a mirror made of jade appeared in Kunlun-jun's hand.

"What do you think of my proposal?"

Feng Zhiyuan looked at the Shifang Zhou Tianjing in Jun Kunlun's hand.

"it is good."

Feng Zhiyuan nodded.

He wants to win the martial arts competition and get the soul jade, but if he wants to get the soul jade, he can only defeat the unfathomable Kunlun Lord. Therefore, he must grasp the opportunity to improve his strength provided by Kunlun Lord.

Seeing Feng Zhiyuan's determined expression, Lord Kunlun frowned, and the pressure around him disappeared.

"Xiaosheng already knows that Junior Brother Feng will never let Xiaosheng down, so Xiaosheng will just wait for the day when Junior Brother succeeds."

Lord Kunlun activated the formation of Shifang Zhoutian Mirror, and with a flash of light, Feng Zhiyuan entered the world in the mirror.

Lord Kunlun put away the Shifang Zhoutian Mirror, put the tip of his tongue on the canine teeth, and said softly: "Zhi Yuan, don't let me down."

Feng Zhiyuan entered Shifang Zhou Tianjing, and Mingtan shook his head helplessly when he received the news from his avatar and body at the same time, he could only tell Qu Jinfang that Feng Zhiyuan had entered samadhi.

Qu Jinfang came forward and Feng Zhiyuan's place in the competition was saved.

Feng Zhiyuan's departure did not affect other people's competition.

It was the eighth day of the sect competition, and Hong Yiqiu challenged Lord Kunlun as agreed.

"Penglai Sword Cultivator, Hong Yiqiu."

Sword repairer in white summoned his spirit sword and saluted Lord Kunlun.

"Kunlun Conjurer, Kunlun Lord."

Lord Kunlun, also dressed in white, returned the gift.

Hong Yiqiu looked at Mr. Kunlun whose style was completely different from the past. When he saw the dragon embroidered on Mr. Kunlun's clothes and the fragments of dragon scales dotted on his body, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

He thought Mr. Kunlun had changed his sex, but when he took a closer look, the dragon scales shining on Mr. Kunlun's clothes were not the fragments of the East Pearl produced by them in Penglai!

He also didn't expect that Mr. Kunlun would smash Dongzhu into pieces and make them into clothes decorations.

Will this person be downgraded if he is not flirtatious?

With black lines on his face, Hong Yiqiu took a deep breath, calmed down, and his eyes became serious. Then, the spirit sword was unsheathed, and the rain of swords enveloped Kunlun Lord.

"What a fast sword!"

The onlookers saw the sword shadow enveloping Lord Kunlun, and all of them stared wide-eyed.

Kunlun Jun jumped and moved, but no matter where he dodged, the shadow of the sword followed him like a shadow. Kunlun Jun clicked his tongue and swung the folding fan in his hand.

When the two were fighting, unconsciously, the sky started to rain.

"Hey, is it raining?"

Qu Xiaoyan said in surprise.

Qu Xiaotao raised her eyes to look at the sky, and found that a large cloud of dark clouds had gathered over the competition stage at some point.

"The sky was clear just now, so is the weather in Kunlun different from other places?"

Qu Xiaoyan raised her hand to catch Yusi. The three of them had low cultivation levels and couldn't see the figures of the two competing on the stage at all. They could only see two white shadows flashing back and forth. Unclear, watching the battle is purely for fun.

Not far from Qu Xiaoyan, the handsome young man in black rolled his eyes: "Where are you bumpkins from? Don't you understand that Penglai Sword Cultivator can draw spiritual energy with the help of sword energy. Hong Yiqiu's spirit sword is called 'Dragon Breathing', especially powerful, when the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, it can even control the weather, rain, snow and thunder are no longer a problem."

Qu Xiaoyan looked at the young monk, her eyes sparkled: "Brother, you are the genius of Qingqiu Xianzhou? The last martial art competition, the winner was your monk from Qingqiu Xianzhou!"

Hearing this, Mo Tianya glanced at Qu Xiaoyan and Qu Xiaotao: "The leader of the last martial art competition was my brother, he was taught by our ancestors, and his strength is very good."

Qu Shuanghua, who was frowning and looking at the competition stage, listened, and then turned his head: "This junior brother, you say, senior brother Mo Tianlang, is your brother?"

Mo Tianya nodded proudly: "That's right, but my brother is not the only one of our powerful monks in Qingqiu, I am also very powerful."

Qu Shuanghua smiled: "I had the honor to fight against senior brother Mo Tianlang last time in the martial arts competition. The senior brother is very strong, and it is indeed well deserved to win the top spot."

In the final analysis, the monks of Fuluo Island were too weak, and Qu Shuanghua could be regarded as a person with outstanding talent. However, when she fought against Mo Tianlang, she lost without making it past twenty moves.

Mo Tianya is used to this: "My brother is quite powerful, after all, he was mentored by our ancestor Qingqiu, it would be strange if he couldn't get the leader."

Hearing this, Qu Shuanghua smiled, regained his senses and continued to watch the competition.

At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain strands were drawn by the sword energy, and all gathered on the competition platform.

Lord Kunlun was still dodging, Hong Yiqiu drew his sword too fast, he couldn't pull out his hand to lay down the formation, in the eyes of the onlookers, Lord Kunlun was clearly at a disadvantage.

Hong Yiqiu's aura became more and more powerful, and the sword aura became one piece, like a tightened spider web, trapping Lord Kunlun in the sword aura.

The rainwater gathered by the sword qi condensed into nine water dragons, and the water dragon flew towards the center of the sword qi, letting out a dragon cry.

Hong Yiqiu stared closely at Jun Kunlun, who was always able to dodge him accurately, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The monks in the audience thought that Lord Kunlun was at a disadvantage, but Hong Yiqiu knew that was not the case.

He had to admit that Mr. Kunlun was much stronger than he thought.

No matter how fast Hong Yiqiu drew his sword, he couldn't really hurt Kunlun Jun. No matter how he changed his angle, Kunlun Jun could find a gap and dodge like a fish, making every sword of him miss. With such a fast movement, Hong Yiqiu wanted to vomit blood.

So what if the sword is drawn quickly?The opponent hid faster, and every sword failed. In such a competition, Hong Yiqiu would only lose his spiritual energy first.

Hong Yiqiu gritted his teeth - he must make a quick decision!

With a thought, the water dragon formed by the sword energy rushed towards Mr. Kunlun with a long howl.