Three battles

As soon as Zhang Caiwei said, the face of the Taoist Feikong of Maoshan changed. He immediately said, "If you can see the Dragon and Tiger Ruyi, it will be the biggest gain of my trip." He said, "It's just that after I think about it, I will take a look at it with the sword and whisk. Please don't mind it. You will definitely return it to Long and Tiger Mountain in a year."

As soon as he said that, Yi Yan knew that his purpose was to Zhang Caiwei's sword whisk. His first reaction was to refuse, but Zhang Caiwei was not him. He was cautious and quit doubts, so he naturally would not use his own things to make such bets.

"Okay." Zhang Caiwei replied without thinking.

These short words made the originally dull atmosphere become tense in an instant.

Just as she finished speaking, there was already a jade Ruyi on her hand. The jade Ruyi had tiger-head carved on one end and a dragon head on the other side. I saw the dragon and tiger jade Ruyi waved at Taoist Feikong, and a yellow light shone out from the jade Ruyi, and then Yi Yan couldn't see anything.

But when Huang Guang appeared, he heard the exclamation of Taoist Feikong: "You...", and the words behind seemed to be cut off.

The yellow light was shocking and made Yi Yan unable to see whether the three people who were close to him were still there. He used his divine thoughts to capture them. Even if he knew there might be great danger, he would still disperse his divine thoughts. With just a thought, the sound of the tiger roar poured into his mind. At the same time, he saw Zhang Caiwei standing in the air, with one hand whisk and the other hand pointing toward the sky with Yu Ruyi, while the Feikong Taoist fell from the air to the sky. It seemed as if a tiger was lying on his body. The black whisk had left his hand and threw it away in the air.

This picture just flashed, and his divine thoughts broke into pieces in the sound of a tiger roar. The tiger roar was not heard in his ears, but directly in his mind. The appearance of Zhang Caiwei and Feikong Taoist was like two white human-shaped imprints in his heart.

His eyes were dark, but the roar of the tiger in his mind was as turbulent as a tide, and it was not until the tiger roar dissipated that his consciousness retracted. At this time, through the turtle's eyes, he saw that there was one more person next to the Feikong Taoist. This man was dead, with a coppery face, black hands, long nails, as black as iron.

After calming down slightly, Yi Yan's face turned pale.

Governor Lin Zexu once said that scattering divine thoughts is easily captured and attacked. Later, the mysterious man I met discovered that the other party's body was like a black hole, which would suck his divine thoughts, which made him feel fear in his heart, so he did not dare to let his divine thoughts come out of his body at will.

Just now, I really wanted to see what their battle was like, but the turtle's eyes were still naked, and I couldn't see clearly in the light, so his spiritual thoughts dissipated.

There was a torn pain in his mind, and he finally felt the feeling of being attacked by others.

Although his mind was painful, he was still looking at the Feikong Taoist outside the umbrella through the turtle's eyes. Zhang Caiwei had sat back at some point. There was a black whisk on the table. The whisk in the Feikong Taoist's hand outside the umbrella was gone, and there was a peach wood sword. Next to it was a man with a lifeless face as copper and iron.

Yi Yan felt that was not a human being.

Taoist Feikong's eyes, which were already gloomy, became even more gloomy, staring at Zhang Caiwei with a gaze, as if he was about to swallow her alive.

Zhang Caiwei said, "This whisk is a 'santhemum', and it is also a well-known magic weapon. I will borrow it to see it for a year. In a year, fellow Taoists can come to Longhu Mountain to retrieve it."

Yi Yan looked at her face and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. Hearing the sound, although he was trying to be calm, he still heard a hint of hidden excitement.

Before Daoist Feikong could speak, she said again: "Maoshan corpse refining techniques and Miaojiang Gu poison techniques are at the same time. This zombie is as beautiful as red copper, and it should be a copper corpse. Do you want it to see the mysterious wonder of the dragon and tiger again?"

Yi Yan looked at her tender face and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He couldn't imagine what kind of person taught her like this. He was obviously a pretty and beautiful person, but he seemed to always want others to fight with her.

The corners of Daoist Fei Kong's eyes twitched, but he did not move in the end. He just said gloomyly: "The Ruyi of Longhu Mountain is indeed well-known, and the 'Sanpo' will be temporarily stored with fellow Taoists." His voice seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps of his teeth. After the words came, he retreated and disappeared into the white sky in a blink of an eye.

The bronze corpse following him followed him step by step, but it looked a little stiff, but Yi Yan clearly saw that the zombie's feet were stepping on the ground, and his whole body would suddenly disappear for a moment and then appear beside Fei Kong.

It was not until Feikong disappeared that he remembered the other two people coming, Shushan Qicheng and Lijiang Liang Qingshui. These two people disappeared when they fought. Even Yi Yan unfolded his divine thoughts at that moment. At this time, they had already appeared.

The long sword at the waist of Qicheng in Shushan was already in his hand, and his face looked at Zhang Caiwei with an incredible look. Another Liang Qingshui's faint smile that always hangs on the corner of his mouth disappeared. The book in his hand was no longer behind his back, but was held at the waist in front of him.

He said: "Longhu Mountain is a perfect match for a hundred years, and it is indeed well-known. I wonder if the generation of dragons and tigers in Longhu Mountain has appeared?"

Once she said polite or otherwise, Zhang Caiwei couldn't say anything, but at this time she obviously did not answer Liang Qingshui's question, but blurted out: "Don't you want to see the power of the Dragon and Tiger Ruyi?"

Liang Qingshui's face turned cold. Not only did the smile that appeared on his face again disappeared, but there was a hint of chill in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, and then said coldly: "Since fellow Taoist Ruyi has this intention, the young student has to see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Caiwei had already added a dragon and tiger jade Ruyi in his hand, and a yellow light appeared again. What Yi Yan saw through the turtle's eyes was that the moment when Zhang Caiwei waved the dragon and tiger jade Ruyi in his hand, the yellow light flashed in shock made the turtle's eyes blind again. The image remaining in his mind was the slender white wrist reflected by the yellow light as transparent.

It seemed as if everything in this yellow light would stop, and it would be clear and transparent.

When the image in his mind disappeared and the turtle's eyes could see things again, the Liang Qingshui of Lijiang had already retreated in a mess. His eyes were red and blood was visible at the corners of his eyes. He looked at Zhang Caiwei fiercely, turned around and left. Zhang Caiwei sat beside Yi Yan, as if she had never moved at all, but there was a book on the table, which was closed, and there was two big black characters written on the cover - "The Analects of Confucius".

This character is written in official script, with thick black ink, as if a unique spirit of a scholar came to his face.

Yi Yan was deeply shocked. When these three people appeared, they each showed their magic. Except for Liang Qingshui from Lijiang, Yi Yan, who was not sure what it was, he had heard of the other Shushan and Maoshan when he was a student of Chunfeng Academy.

Shushan Sword Immortal and Maoshan Taoist Technique have been famous among the people.

Now there is only this Shushan Qicheng. He stood outside the umbrella, standing straight like a javelin, with his eyes sharp as a sword looking at Zhang Caiwei beside Yi Yan.

Yi Yan looked at her flushed face, both shy and excited. She looked at Qicheng in Shushan, as if she was waiting for Qicheng to challenge again.

Zhao Xianyun, wearing a yellow skirt behind her, looked very anxious, but she didn't dare to speak.

In Yi Yan's opinion, Zhang Caiwei is surrounded by her with extremely high magic power and her ability to fight with others is also very strong.

Yi Yan himself has also fought with many monks. In the Governor's Mansion, he has also been ordered by Butler Lin An to do a lot of things, which is considered to be a bit of experience.

He seemed that if this battle could start first, it would have a chance of winning by three points. As long as the strength was not too different, it would not be so easy for cultivators to fight first if they wanted to cast spells or use treasures first. The qi of both sides pulled and induce, and every move was in the sense of both sides. The person who could take the first action was higher than the other party in terms of realm.

Yi Yan could not feel the sword intent on Qi Cheng's body, because he was under the umbrella and saw the light hanging from the umbrella trembling as if it was electric shocked.

He didn't move, staring at Qi Cheng three feet away, feeling that he was so sharp that he was so sharp that he felt a little painful when he looked at the turtle's eyes. He was very surprised.

At this moment, Qi Cheng, who was standing still, drew out his sword. Yi Yan did not see him draw his sword. He only saw the sword light. The sword light rushed forward, and his sword intent surged, and his whole body turned into blur.

What Yi Yan really saw was that the moment the sword in Qi Cheng's hand had stabbed to the table. He felt that Qi Cheng was unparalleled at this moment, and that this sword was beyond the limit and anything would be pierced.

His heart seemed to be pierced, his pores were closed in an instant, and his scalp became numb.

And while he saw it clearly, he heard a word in his mind: "Destiny."

The syllables of this character are short and stiff, but they quickly melt in their hearts, like a drop of ink falling into clear water and turning into a piece. With just a thought, he felt that the syllable was complex and lengthy, as if it was a large explanation, and the word "Ding" was condensed into a large section of mantra.

The Qi Cheng he saw in his eyes was still moving, and he maintained a stabbing posture. Yi Yan didn't know whether it was Zhang Caiwei who used the stationary technique to fix him or she saw him after fixing him.
Chapter completed!