When Adaptation Meets Original

Ji Huaichu teased in a low voice, "More extreme things? Do you allow it?"

Ji Qing glared at Ji Huaichu, full of embarrassment, Ji Huaichu shut up knowingly, lest Ji Qing become angry from embarrassment, and the more excessive things might really become imaginary.

The two were whispering on the high platform, but the competition below the high platform was extremely fierce. Contrary to the cautious and hesitant appearance in the preliminary competition a few days ago, all the refiners did their best to reduce the loss of time, and everyone present had real strength Time can no longer limit the quality of their refining tools. Instead of procrastinating to make people unhappy, it is better to cut through the mess quickly and quickly refine magic tools. The first thing is to always leave a distinctive impression in people's hearts , none of the refining masters present can guarantee that they will win the No. 1 competition, but the first refining success can still be won.

But half an hour later, there were craftsmen one after another holding the successfully refined magical weapons, and came forward to report.

And Mu Feng, uncharacteristically, waited for a long time under the stage, and finally presented the magic weapon he made.

Mu Feng was not in a hurry, but he didn't know what the monks around him thought.

Next came the most exciting part of the competition, the Magical Artifact Competition, where a group of disciples who had just established their foundations each manipulated the Magical Artifacts and competed.

Ji Qing heard him mention the magic weapon that Mu Feng refined this time. It is a nine-toed iron feather fan. It was extremely sharp, and the ordinary magic weapon couldn't even cut off a single hair of Tie Yu.The fan is even more exquisite, made of black bamboo, light and strong, and the slight elasticity helps the feather fan to quickly change the angle to attack the opponent.

Those who watched the wooden seal dawdling knew the position of this feather fan in his heart, and wanted to make it perfect.

Mu Feng moved to Jin Yiyi's side, and the few people focused on the battle under the high platform.The monks in the foundation building stage have just stepped into the realm of self-cultivation, and their overall level is not high. They can only fight in a tie with bare hands, and the magic weapon refined by each craftsman is the key to their victory, so it is fair to do so.

The fighting in the audience was fierce, and there were screams from time to time. It was a desperate fight. As long as the monk died, the magic weapon would be eliminated at the same time. It was a matter of life. The group of foundation-building disciples worked very hard to win the magic weapon and to keep themselves. It's just that it's too unfair to them like this, but this is the reality of the cultivation world.

Soon there were only two monks left on the field, one holding an epee and the other holding a nine-toed iron feather fan.

Ji Qing, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was a little startled. This must be the great potential of a person when facing death.The competition in the audience did not last long. The monk holding the nine-toed iron feather fan left deep and shallow marks on the epee with a sharp iron feather, and broke it in the monk's hand with a click, officially announcing the battle termination.

Seeing this, everyone cast their eyes on Mu Feng. Mu Feng hid behind Jin Yiyi, unwilling to see the weird eyes of everyone as if seeing a rare treasure.

Qi Xi waved his hand, and asked the presiding female cultivator to come forward with a nine-toed iron feather fan, and at the same time announced that Mu Feng was the leader of this competition.

At the same time, several monks dressed in the costumes of the city lord's servants walked to the place of the competition to arrange the wounded. Everyone was immersed in joy, and suddenly heard a scream.

Ji Qing stood up vigilantly, and found that Qi Xi, who was standing on the high platform with everyone, had already flown down the stage, surrounded by a group of monks behind him, and the monks were holding all kinds of magic weapons in their hands without exception.

The magic weapon trembled slightly in the monk's hands, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to reap human lives.

Ji Qing swept his eyes and found that most of the elders of the factions had expressions of disdain on their faces.

Ji Qing knew in his heart that although Jin Yiyi said that the magic weapon made by Qi Xi was very powerful, but in the minds of this group of monks whose eyes were above the top, the magic weapon was always under the control of the monks, and whether it could play the role of the magic weapon was also a matter of concern. Depends on the cultivation of the monks, in short, what they value most is still the cultivation, which is why they are very disdainful of the monks whose cultivation base is only Nascent Soul in the audience.

It's just that Ji Qing couldn't help but wonder if they would actively report to the teacher if they didn't pay much attention to the magic weapon made by Qi Xi.

But now is not the time to worry about these things. Since Jin Yiyi asserts his danger, Ji Qing will naturally not underestimate it, but before that, let those old foxes who haven't been out for a long time taste the power of these magic weapons for themselves. place, to wear down their spirits.

Ji Qing and Ji Huaichu looked at each other, and they jumped back in a very tacit understanding, hiding behind the elders of each faction, while Rong Xiumo, Zhi Jie, and Mu Feng master and apprentice followed the same pattern and hid behind those powerful people. Waiting to see this battle between the magic weapon and the monks.

The elders of the Kendo Sect were pushed out by the crowd. After all, they hadn't completely torn their faces, and they still had to do some superficial work, even if they fought, they couldn't be the first to strike.

"City Lord Qi, I don't know what you mean by that?" Qi Xi thought that his biting words was a complete waste of time, he didn't even give him a look, and assigned the tasks of each monk under him with a serious face.

The elders of the Kendo Sect felt insulted, their faces flushed red, they retreated to the high platform, and said nothing, the elders looked at each other, they didn't expect Qi Xi to even lose the last face.

Waiting to discuss countermeasures, Qi Xi couldn't wait, and had already started to do it.

As soon as everyone looked up, they saw that the small high platform was surrounded by layers of magical weapons. The elders of each faction were furious. How could they care about maintaining their martial demeanor at this time? The magic weapon that Qi Xi carefully refined must be abolished.

The battle was about to break out, Ji Qing and the others never even left the ground, they stood on the high platform to watch the fierce fight, because all the elders of the factions were in the air, attracting the magical artifacts to fly up spontaneously, it is rare to be safe on the high platform The place.

Most of the elders and monks of various sects are in the distraction stage. They could easily convince their opponents to bow down by relying on coercion, but these magic tools do not have the consciousness of monks. In addition, they are made of the most precious and hard materials. It is very sharp, but with its body, it can easily break the pressure of the elders.

In addition, these elders are pampered and pampered, and rarely fight in person. Some fighting instincts have long been lost, and they only have cultivation, but they can't make good use of the spiritual elements in their bodies. There was a trace of embarrassment.

But the minds of the monks who have reached the stage of distraction needless to say, they quickly adjusted, put aside distracting thoughts, and fought with the magic weapon wholeheartedly. Soon the out-of-control situation stabilized, and the battle officially began.

Qi Xi saw that those magical weapons could not take down the high platform for the time being, waved his hands, and several magic weapons flew to the high platform again.

Ji Qing's eyebrows jumped, and he quickly said "Leave." Several people flew into the air in a tacit understanding, taking advantage of all the magic weapons being controlled by the elders of each faction, Ji Huaichu tore a gap with his sword, and several people flew out of the encirclement.

Qi Xi saw that Jin Yiyi had escaped from the encirclement, with a strange smile on his face, he turned around and ordered, "Let Master Ji Ye see the magic weapon we forged."

"Yes." After saying that, a few magic tools were taken out from the space magic tools, and the servant ordered to the magic tools in a low voice, "Shoot or kill."

The magic weapon shook violently, as if it couldn't wait to be stained with blood.

Before Ji Qing and the others flew far, they heard the buzzing sound of sharp knives piercing the air behind them. They knew they couldn't avoid it, so fortunately they stopped and waited for the magic weapon to arrive.

Several people frowned, this was different from the magic weapon that just appeared on the high platform. If the magic weapon that dealt with the elders of the various sects just now was a controlled puppet, then the magic weapon that followed them was like a wild beast that lost its mind. The instinct to kill.

Obviously, Qi Xi's hatred for Jin Yiyi has penetrated deep into his bones, and he wished he could be skinned and cramped in public, otherwise why would he release these magic weapons? You must know that Jin Yiyi, who has the highest cultivation level present, is only at the stage of distraction. Even the old foxes in the distracted stage couldn't deal with one magic weapon, but Qi Xi dispatched three magic weapons, which was quite willing.

Jin Yiyi did not see any special expression, he stopped in the air, and several magic weapons appeared out of thin air in his hands. Before Ji Qing could see their bodies clearly, they transformed into the appearance of weapon spirits, chattering around the wooden seal They cared about him, and then began to complain that Jin Yiyi didn't let them out for a long time to ventilate, and kept confinement in the space magic weapon.

A smile from the heart appeared on Mu Feng's face, and he politely greeted Qi Ling one by one, while Jin Yiyi's cold voice sounded from the side, "We'll talk later, let's go."

Several weapon spirits stopped to ask questions, turned around and flew towards the magic weapon Qi Xi sent, and wrestled with the three magic weapons.

Seeing them, Ji Qing easily stopped the magic weapon with two or three hits, and then began to beat them unilaterally, standing there dumbfounded.

With a grinning smile on Mu Feng's face, he explained, "These are the spirits who grew up with me. They are very powerful, so don't worry."

"By the way, where are we going later? Why don't you go to Yao Wang Hai as guests, I'm bored in Yuan Wang Hai."

After Ji Qing pondered for a while, he said apologetically to Mu Feng, "No, last time Ji Huaichu was injured, and after he recovered, there was a faint sign that he was going to break through the Nascent Soul. We have to go back to the Kendo Gate for retreat."

Mu Feng was a little disappointed, but he was not an ignorant child who kept making unreasonable demands, so he shook his head to express his understanding.The expectant eyes shifted to Rong Xiumo and Zhi Jie.

Both of them apologetically expressed that they had something to do, Rong Xiumo wanted to take this opportunity to go to the Demon Realm, he had practiced in the Demon Realm for many years and he only knew the name of the Demon Realm, he didn't see the reality, he wanted to see what the real Demon Realm looked like.

Zhijie said that he would go back to the temple to prepare for the upcoming Jialan Festival, which is a grand ceremony for Buddhist cultivation. Every temple must send disciples to participate, listen to the teachings of the Buddha, spread the Buddhist views of compassion, and turn to Ji Ji The Qing people said, "There are still three years to go, and the Jialan Festival will begin. When that time comes, you will go to Nalan Temple. I will wait for you there and take you to participate in the Jialan Festival."

Ji Qing and the others nodded, agreeing to Zhi Jie's invitation, but Mu Feng stood beside Jin Yiyi dejectedly like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Ji Qing couldn't bear it and was about to invite him to be a guest at Jian Dao Sect, when he heard Jin Yiyi's cold voice, "Do you really don't want to go back and look at the sea?"

"No." Mu Feng shook his head, but did not look up.

Jin Yi couldn't see him like this, and his subordinates gently touched his head, and said softly, "I have something to do with the teacher, let's go to the mortal world."

Mu Feng raised his head with sparkling eyes, and asked in surprise, "Is Master willing to take me?"

"What do you think?" Jin Yiyi's voice fluctuated unchanged, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Mu Feng nodded excitedly, yes, yes, the master will definitely take him to play in the mortal world, no, it's for business.

After the people here have made their own plans, the Qi Lings over there also ended the battle and returned to Jin Yiyi with their tattered magic weapons. During the meeting, several people nodded goodbye and flew in different directions.