The villain is addicted to my furry

There is a formula on the gou jade, as long as it is contaminated with the breath other than the owner, it is tantamount to "being snatched away".

Zhou Yutang had nothing to say.

The monks below were still wailing and shouting: "Young man, the "money" has been collected, help!"

Zhou Yutang was helpless: "You guys are too heavy!"

"Young hero, you are young and strong, hold on!"

"Who can control the sword, hurry up and lighten the burden!"

"You still have a fart sword, the golden core has been sealed, and the spiritual weapon can't be taken out!"

"Feihong, we have been harmed by you!"

Everyone cried and chirped: "Young hero!"

Zhou Yutang's head ached from the noise: "Can you be quiet?"

There are a few monks who hold the spiritual weapon before the golden core is sealed. Although the sword is in hand, there is no spiritual power to drive it, which is equivalent to nothing.

Taoist Ci Ning asked without hope: "Do you still have spiritual power?"

Zhou Yutang looked down at her: "What do you think?"

Dao Ci Ning's heart was ashamed.

Immortal Feihong sealed everyone's golden elixirs at that moment, but the inexplicable spell backfired and sealed his own, almost shooting himself in the foot.

Everyone complained, but Zhou Yutang felt that there was something wrong with his body, and he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, but the scratch on his palm healed at some point.

Zhou Yutang raised his head and looked up, but the distance was actually not that far, and he could reach it with a bit of effort, so he said, "Seniors, can you stop relying on me, can you climb the mountain with bare hands?"

"No, no, the surface of the mountain wall is too slippery, I can't lift it!"

Zhou Yutang was convinced: "Is the saber you're holding a toothpick, use it!"

Immortal Feihong picked up his saber and stabbed it against the mountain wall. Although he had no spiritual power, a spiritual weapon was a spiritual weapon, and he could still cut iron like mud.

Everyone immediately took pictures of gourds, and Taoist Ci Ning's Buddha dust was so soft that it was useless, and Master Feihong gave her a dagger regardless of the past.

Zhou Yutang was not in a hurry to go up, the tree trunk protruding from the gap in the mountain was big enough for one person to stand on, he raised his breath and climbed up the tree trunk, taking a small breath.

The palm scratched by the stone really healed, Zhou Yutang clenched his fists, suddenly a golden light overflowed, Zhou Yutang was startled, and watched the black folding fan come back, it really came and went without a trace , Zhou Yutang was defenseless.

He spread out the fan and waved it casually a couple of times, only to feel that the thing was full of aura, lingering in the wind of immortality, and refined.

This fan is a spiritual weapon, but where did it come from...

Zhou Yutang was stunned.

Could it be his spiritual weapon?

The question is how did it come about?Is it because of the inner alchemy essence of "濩"?

The leader of the sin prison took more than 900 pieces of inner alchemy to get things done, what virtue and ability do he have, how could he...

Eh, wait.

I am also a beast!

Zhou Yutang was enlightened, all because he is now in human form, making him forget that his real body is a bird!I am also a "demon" under the special care of Heaven!

So he can also use Qi and blood to refine his own spiritual weapon!

Zhou Yutang was overjoyed, maybe the inner alchemy of "濩" just facilitated his refining of spiritual weapons, otherwise, Zhou Yutang didn't think that he was so talented that he could forge spiritual weapons so quickly.

What a good name!

Thinking about it, Xie Yang is also a waste of names, and the sword that followed him all his life is called Wuming.

This fan of mine has such a high value, so I can't be perfunctory casually.

Zhou Yutang thought about it, since the fan is black and has feathers on it as patterns, then it is called——

"Mo Yu." Zhou Yutang was very satisfied, as it happened that his name also had the word "Yu".

The brilliance of the fan became stronger and stronger, Zhou Yutang froze for a while, tried his luck, and his spiritual power recovered.

He climbed up to the top of the mountain with ease, and those monks climbed slowly on hands and feet, sweating profusely from fatigue.

Taoist Ci Ning was the first to say: "Thank you again for saving my life, Young Master."

"No, no, no." Zhou Yutang was filled with the joy of harvesting the spiritual weapons, and suddenly thought of Gouyu, so he took them out and returned them as they were.

Unexpectedly, everyone shook their heads in unison: "This is life-saving money. How can I get it back after giving it away? This is what you deserve!"

"Yes, yes, please accept it, my lord!"

"Anyway, my golden elixir has also been sealed, so there's no way to compare, and it's useless to ask for Gouyu."

"Exactly, the young hero is high-spirited, dignified and upright, and did not abandon us at a critical moment. Gouyu lost to you, and we are convinced!"

"Young hero will definitely become the pavilion master, I support you!"

"We like you."

"Young hero please!"

Zhou Yutang: "..."

Yin Yu rushed all the way to Taiqing Terrace, forced his way into the crowd, found Du Nan in the front row, and asked anxiously, "How is it? Who lost? Who will be my opponent in the next round?"

Du Nan said: "Junior Qiusuo came just in time, we haven't started the competition yet!"

"That's great!" Yin Yu exhaled, and said, "Before the game starts, guess who will win and lose in this martial arts competition?"

Du Nan was immediately baffled, scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks for a long time before he struggled and said: "I definitely support Junior Brother Lingxiao, but Mr. Lu's cultivation is advanced, and Taixu Sword Art has been practiced to the fifth level, so I..."

"Do you think Xie Lingxiao will lose?"

Du Nan wanted to say no, but hesitated.

Yin Yu laughed: "I think Xie Lingxiao will win."

"Ah?" Du Nan looked surprised, thinking that Yin Yu is not a snow peaker, so how does he know the latest situation of Xie Yang's exercises?Besides, Yin Yu is the disciple under the teacher's seat. If he is not facing Ling Yunfeng, why did he come to support Treading Peak?

Yin Yu: "By the way, I haven't seen Xiaotang for a long time. Where did it go?"

"Junior brother Lingxiao said that Xiaotang went down the mountain to play."

"That's it!" Yin Yu was about to say something, when the young disciple in the distance shook the golden bell, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

The disciples of Ling Yunfeng retreated to the sides automatically, making way for a wide straight road. Lu Zhanmian walked forward with his head held high and one hand behind his back.

The female disciples blushed and their hearts beat, and the male disciples were envious.

Lu Zhanmian's face was cold, and he turned his head to see Rong Shangqing who was watching the battle in the audience. He tried to go over to congratulate Rong Shangqing for winning the last round of martial arts, but just as he stepped out, he saw Rong Shangqing walking towards Xie Yang with his back foot, and said softly After saying something, Xie Yang nodded thoughtfully.

Lu Zhanmian gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

"Master won't come, he said he was afraid you would be under pressure." Rong Shangqing looked at Xie Yang and said, "Do your best."

Jiang Xiaofeng also came over and said, "Thank you, brother, do what you can."

Rong Shangqing's eyes softened rarely: "Junior Sister Jiang, how is your injury?"

"It's all right now." Jiang Xiaofeng said with a smile.She competed with the elder sister of Ranshuang Peak in the last round. Although she tried her best, she still lost. However, despite the defeat, the entire Taishang Xianmen knew this girl who was indomitable and humble, and she was ranked No. 6 in the Seven Summits. [-], is already a remarkable achievement.

You know, this is the top ten of nearly [-] disciples!

"The winner of this round will enter the battle for the top spot, and we will compete with Senior Sister Rong." Jin Wei, who was beside Jiang Xiaofeng, said infatuatedly, "Zhan Mian will definitely win."

Qifeng Wu, there are a lot of powerful and powerful people in Kyushu.

Normally, Lu Jiao would not watch the martial arts contest, but after all, this battle was about his own son, so he joined several elders to watch.

Master Canghe from Ranshuang Peak said, "Why don't you predict the result first?"

"It must be Zhanmian." Master Puyang didn't even think about it.

The other elders also nodded in agreement, and they didn't know if they really thought that Lu Zhanmian was superior, or they were just trying to flatter Lu Jiao.

The little disciple shook the golden bell: "Second round No. 40 of Seven Summits Wushu Eight matches, Lingyun Peak Lu Anhun vs. Treading Snow Peak Xie Lingxiao, start!"

Holding the Juechen sword in his hand, Lu Zhanmian did not rush to attack, but said coldly: "If I remember correctly, this is the first time you and I have confronted each other directly."

Xie Yang didn't talk much in the first place, and he didn't want to spend too much time talking to people he didn't like. He grasped the Wuming Sword tightly and attacked first.

Lu Zhanmian responded calmly, and the two of them had gone through several tricks between the lightning and flint. The elegant and gorgeous swordsmanship dazzled everyone, and the raging sword spirit made the onlookers stand on end. Feeling the huge gap between each other, they couldn't help nodding in admiration.

"awesome!"

"As expected of the twin stars of the Supreme Immortal Sect, it's amazing!"

"I knew that Mr. Lu was extremely talented, but Xie Lingxiao also has two talents."

"Where is this? The two of them haven't used the Taixu Sword Art yet!"

"Is co-authoring this just an appetizer, and the main event hasn't come yet?"

The elders made eye contact with each other and nodded in praise.

The powerful people from all walks of life who came to watch the ceremony were also full of praise, lamenting that the young people are awesome.

Xie Yang had no distractions, but Lu Zhanmian was a little anxious.

He really underestimated Xie Yang.

Even though he is the same age as him, his magic cultivation is not weaker than him at all.And looking at Xie Yang's body, it seems that he is much stronger than when he first came to Taishang Xianmen last year.

His father once said that he is a rare talent for cultivating immortals, and he can master what others take ten years to master in ten days.

But he was not born with sword bones.

Born with sword bones, there is no one in ten thousand, a talent of the sky.

Lu Zhanmian gritted his molars tightly, and took the lead in using the Taixu Sword Art.

The strong wind that was blowing wantonly forced the onlookers to retreat and give way. The beautiful and unparalleled but powerful sword energy criss-crossed and roamed the entire Taiqing Terrace without any dead ends.

Thunder and lightning flashed above the sky, the clouds rolled and rolled, and the sky was dim and the earth was dark!

Xie Yang's eyes were cold, without fear, he took half a step back, and fought back with the Taixu Sword Art as his duty.

In an instant, the two sword qis refused to give in to each other. Even though they hadn't collided with each other, the air pressure formed was enough to make a mortal's seven orifices bleed and explode to death.

Even the cultivators with a high level of cultivation all experienced adverse reactions such as dizziness, nausea, and weakness in hands and feet.

Du Nan covered her mouth: "I, I..."

Yin Yu drove a spiritual force into Du Nan's body with the palm of his hand: "If it doesn't work, don't look at it, the two of them are fighting with no humanity at all."

Lu Zhanmian stepped forward first, Xie Yang faced the difficulties, when Juechen and Wuming collided with each other, the violent spiritual power spread out unscrupulously, and the irresistible air pressure went straight to the sky, wishing to poke a hole in Jiutian.

Everyone was amazed by it, even Lu Jiao, who was at the top, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Master Canghe said with a serious expression: "If I remember correctly, Xie Lingxiao will only be 17 years old?"

Master Puyang rubbed the corners of his clothes frantically with his fingers: "It's been less than a year since I entered the Taishang Xianmen, but I have already practiced the Taixu Sword Art to the fifth level, and I am on par with Lu Anhun."

Yin Yu shouted from the audience: "Yes, Xie, when did it become so powerful!"

Xie Yang didn't bother to talk to him.

Speaking of it...he didn't know why he had improved so rapidly.In fact, none of this is what he cares about. What he really cares about is the curious and puzzling thing that has tortured him for more than ten years.

The old physical illness seemed to have forgotten him, and every time he had an attack, the severe pain in his spiritual veins wished to kill half his life, as if it hadn't bothered him for a long, long time.

What I have to say is that since forming a bond with Xiaotang, the old spiritual disease has not recurred.

Lu Zhanmian's face was livid, and the right hand holding the sword was shaking with anger.

Why, why!

Why is Xie Yang's fate so good? He can join the Supreme Immortal Sect, he can become the top three in the selection of new disciples, he can be selected by Qing Wei as his disciple, and he can get along with Rong Shangqing day and night. , he can command the precepts to show off his power, he can use the shortest time to practice the most profound exercises, he can stand out in Wu Yi's blockbuster at the Seven Summits, and he can even be on an equal footing with himself!

What about yourself?

He was obviously a dragon and a phoenix among people, but he was framed by the nine-tailed fox demon and stalked by that crazy woman Jinwei. Now Rong Shangqing despises him, Jiang Xiaofeng ignores him, and Yin Yu also turns his elbows outward to go to the snow peak all day long Run, he is not a human inside and out, he has become a scumbag who dares to act and dare not be.

Is it wrong to pursue the woman you like?

Lu Zhanmian's eyes were full of anger, and his whole body was full of murderous aura.

Yin Yu: "Xie Lingxiao, be careful!"

Jiang Xiaofeng, whose bones ached from Lu Zhanmian's killing intent, called out in fear, "Senior Brother Lu..."

It's just a martial arts competition between the same sects, and it's not a life-and-death struggle, so what?

Du Nan went to Rong Shangqing in a panic: "Senior sister, this..."

Xie Yang can afford to lose, it is not shameful to lose to the young master of the Supreme Immortal Sect.

But on the other hand, if Lu Zhanmian loses to Xie Yang, he will definitely lose face and feel ashamed.

The sword energy attacking each other suddenly turned back for some reason. Both Xie Yang and Lu Zhanmian were caught off guard. They were shaken away by the strong spiritual power, and retreated to each other's sides.Lu Zhanmian couldn't help coughing out, but Xie Yang swallowed it back abruptly.

Both are injured, but it's fair.

"Any other tricks, use them." Lu Zhanmian sneered, "Could it be that Qianlu is at the end of his skills?"

Xie Yang held the hilt of the sword, his jaw was numb from the shock.

Lu Zhanmian asked: "Before you entered the Taishang Xianmen, who taught you the martial arts?"

Xie Yang: "My adoptive father, is there a problem?"

"What is the name of your adoptive father, and where is he from?"

"Young master Lu is tired from fighting, do you want to sit down and chat!" Xie Yang stabbed with his sword, Lu Zhanmian tried to defend, he threw Juechen out, quickly pinched the sword formula with both hands, and Juechen was in mid-air Hundreds of sword qi were transformed into three layers surrounding Xie Yang.

Before everyone exclaimed, Lu Zhanmian had already manipulated the sword formation to kill Xie Yang.

After a loud noise that shook the sky, Lu Zhanmian looked together with the onlookers, expecting to see Xie Yang collapsed to the ground in a tragic defeat, but unexpectedly - the young man pulled out from the smog, lightly tiptoed. When he touched the ground, he jumped into the air, and the flowing sword stroke pierced Changhong, and before Lu Zhanmian could react, he was thrown out!

Lu Zhanmian was caught off guard, and instinctively mobilized his spiritual power to try to stabilize his body. Unexpectedly, Xie Yang's sword energy was so domineering. Instead of stopping his body's loss of control, his forced luck touched internal injuries, not only causing him to fall out of Taiqing Terrace, Also fell very embarrassingly ugly.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Lu Jiao, who was watching the battle from above, and the elders of the various peaks were also dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

The quiet needle drop could be heard in front of the entire Taiqing Hall.

Until Yin Yu's applause suddenly sounded: "Well, well, that's amazing!"

The disciples realized it later, but they didn't dare to follow suit.

Because the loser was Lu Zhanmian.

Who is Lu Zhanmian?That is the son of the head teacher, the young master of the Supreme Immortal Sect, and the future head of the family! ! !

Lu Jiao's face was condensed, and he couldn't see any emotion: "The result."

The little disciple holding the golden bell recovered from his stupefaction, and hurriedly stammered: "No. 40, eighth round of the second round, stepping on the snow peak and thanking Lingling Xiao for victory."

Lu Jiao got up slowly, and said with a smile, "My Supreme Immortal Sect has a large number of talented people, besides Zhan Mian, there are also young geniuses like Xie Lingxiao.

It's like a golden bell ringing, resounding everywhere.

Everyone should claim yes and applaud wholeheartedly.

"That's amazing, thank you, Junior Brother." Du Nan burst into tears with excitement.

Jiang Xiaofeng also sincerely sent congratulations, Rong Shangqing nodded and smiled to express congratulations, Jin Wei ran to care about Lu Zhanmian's injury with a pale face, but was pushed away by Lu Zhanmian.

Lu Zhanmian was sent to the real person in Puyang to heal his injuries. After returning to his residence, he closed the door to thank the guests. He threw a set of tea sets and three vases in the room angrily.

Actually lost!

He actually lost to that arrogant bastard of unknown origin!

As the future helm of the Taishang Xianmen, he was reduced to compete with Yin Yu for No.3?

What a shame, what a shame!

The door was knocked lightly from outside: "Master."

Lu Zhanmian was slightly stunned, put away his temper for the time being, and said coldly, "Come in."

A confidant in black came in and closed the door behind him.

This is also Lu Zhan's dead man.

Seeing him, Lu Zhanmian's mood instantly improved a lot.

Although the bastard who lost to Xie Lingxiao was very angry, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and the future is long!Qifeng Wu lost, but he is bound to win the battle for the master of the Que Pavilion!In the future, if he really inherits Lu Jiao's seat, controls the entire Taishang Xianmen, and with the influence of Tingque Pavilion, what is Xie Lingxiao?

Thinking of this, Lu Zhanmian's complexion improved visibly with the naked eye, and he asked the dead man who was kneeling and saluting to stand up and talk: "How is Xiangwan, but you got the position of Pavilion Master?"

"Ting Que Pavilion, still, still comparing..."

"So long?" Lu Zhanmian asked in surprise, "Is it very anxious?"

"Yes." The dead man said tremblingly, "There are many competitors with high cultivation, Miss Xiangwan..."

"It's okay, I believe in Xiang Wan's ability, and I gave her the spiritual weapon, the Thinking Sword, and it will surely succeed."

"Master, Miss Xiangwan actually...lost."

Lu Zhanmian's smile froze on his face: "What?"

The dead man hurriedly knelt down: "Master, calm down."

Lu Zhanmian asked word by word: "When did you lose? Did you lose in the decisive battle?"

"No, she was eliminated in the second round..."

Lu Zhanmian shook his right hand hard, another teacup shattered, and the dead man was startled: "Master."

Lu Zhanmian pointed like a knife, and called out with a touch of blood, "Xiang Wan, come back quickly!"

"Master, Miss Xiangwan is imprisoned and can't come back..." Facing Lu Zhanmian's sharp eyes, the dead man said in fear, "Miss Xiangwan accidentally exposed the blood contract between her eyebrows. Her master showed up, and she was disrespectful to Ting Que Pavilion in order to cover her master."

Lu Zhanmian almost spit blood!

"Who did she lose to? Taoist Ci Ning, or Dixian Danyan?" Lu Zhanmian thought over and over again, only these two people could pose a threat to Xiang Wan.

"None of them. Yes, it's a monk named Zhou Yutang."

Lu Zhanmian was stunned: "What Tang?"

"I don't even know about this guy. He is so young, but he is very powerful. He won the first round without even moving a finger. He defeated Xiang Wan in the second round and stood out from fifty monks. By the way, Xiang Wan's blood contract exposure was caused by him alone, and now it's the third round of the competition..."

"Enough!" Lu Zhanmian burst into flames, furious, "I'm going to listen to Que Pavilion to meet him now!"