Chapter 32: Dispute in danger

After the woman left, Jing Ge showed up and patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where have you been?" Jing Chusu, who was bored, pulled him and said.

"Just..." Jing Ge roughly said this episode.

When Jing Chujie heard this, she was shocked: "Are you talking about the woman in blue palace outfit? The one who stood with her master just now?" Seeing Jing Ge nodding, Jing Chujie couldn't help but take a breath, shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect you to be so brave... She is an elder! Do you dare to glare at her?"

"Elder? Isn't that the same age as my father?" Jing Chusu said in surprise.

Jing Chujie thought to himself: "Others become elders first, they are older than masters!"

As for Jing Ge, it doesn't matter and said to himself: "What's wrong with the elder? The elder I hate the most!"

Jing Ge believed that it was impossible to just glar at me and she came to kill someone! If it weren't for Jing Wuming's situation, it would be a different matter.

Nearly a thousand people participated in this registration, and few monks from the Qi-Spiriting and Nascent Soul Stages participated. A few of them were at the level of monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The most important thing for cultivators is to protect their lives, and they cannot do without magic weapons and the magic techniques they practice. If you only have cultivation but not magic weapons, you will still suffer a great loss.

The competition venue is in this huge square. Idle people retreated and empty the venue, and set up dozens of large apertures with restrictions. They admit defeat and get out of the circle are eliminated.

Such a competition that does not need to be divided into life and death is not very interesting at all. Most of them just use magic weapons to hit each other a few times, and make a judgment on the higher and lower levels, which makes it easier to admit defeat and refuse to fight if you know the tact.

We are all fellow disciples, so we don’t have to work hard. We won’t even use some hidden backhands.

If there was an influence of the war between immortals and demons thousands of years ago, these monks would still be interested. But now that the situation has been calm for two thousand years, these newcomers are essentially unable to catch up with their predecessors.

Only cultivate nature, not life. Only meditate and cultivate qi, not fight to earn life. Nowadays, sect monks do not have rich experience in fighting in a random cultivator.

Finally, not to mention Jing Chusu and the others, even Jing Ge, the layman, looked boring. So everyone discussed leaving and going back.

At this moment, a sweet shout suddenly came, attracting the eyes of Jing Ge and others. Jing Ge turned his head and saw the woman named A Xiang flying high, holding a flying sword in her hand and diving straight down, with a fiery red light on her body. At her speed, a brilliant stream of light was drawn behind her.

"I actually chose to fight in close combat! It's hard to stop like this, and it's easy to suffer casualties!" Jing Xiaoshe said with interest.

Snakes are not brave animals, and Jing Xiaosnake can be said to have fully inherited the characteristic of fear of death.

A Xiang's opponent was a beard. Judging from his cultivation level, both of them were in the Foundation Establishment Stage. A Xiang was a fire-attribute cultivator, and he was just water. Water and fire were not allowed to fall. The beard pointed a little and pushed forward a blue light curtain, colliding with A Xiang's red light, and white smoke suddenly rose and made a hissing sound. Seeing this, A Xiang grabbed it with his hands, and more than a dozen fire talismans suddenly appeared. Then the fire talisman exploded, forming more than a dozen long locks, sweeping towards the beard.

"So frugal!" The beard's face flashed with anger. He quickly stepped back and patted his waist. A crystal clear long worm suddenly jumped out and sprayed a mouthful of frost. The beard injected several talismans into the cold air, and the water attribute true essence was blessed. The cold air rose in the wind, covering more than ten meters in the radius, completely wrapped around the fire-shaped long lock. Seeing this, A Xiang's face darkened and he kept silently chanting. The dispersed frost rope suddenly gathered together and turned into the shape of a spear. With a rapid rotation, he cut the frost and shot it onto the beard. A Xiang himself took the opportunity to follow up and followed behind the spear.

Seeing this, Hu Zi gritted her teeth and sacrificed a magic weapon of shield. The talismans were continuously spurted on it, which was very mysterious. Hu Zi opened his mouth and sprayed it, and a blood arrow shot into the shield. A green light flashed, and the shield increased several times. He protected Hu Zi and collided with the muskets that A Xiang rushed up. He made a huge roar, and the invisible air waves dispersed, shaking out a violent storm.

The light dissipated, A Xiang held a flying sword in her hand, majestic, and a beautiful necklace on her neck shone brightly, forming a transparent light curtain in front of her, blocking all the impact of the air waves. The beard was ragged, like a beggar, holding a flying sword in her hand, and the sword body trembled continuously, a gap was clearly visible.

"Give up, bearded!" A Xiang's crisp and pleasant voice came out.

Beard looked around, gritted his teeth, his face turned blue and white, and he shouted, "It's too much!" After that, as he shook his hand, he took out a dark blue bead, and the cold light shone on it, and there was a faint flaming light jumping. Then blue light appeared on his body, and the true energy in his hand poured into the beads and threw them forward. The beads rotated in the air, and blue breaths gushed out, forming a huge vortex in the air.

A Xiang was frightened by the momentum, but refused to weaken the momentum and thought to herself: "With the necklace made by the master, I don't believe he can do anything to me."

Seeing that she did not retreat, Hu Zi couldn't help but smile coldly, pinched her fingers and stepped forward, and a blue light shot out from her hand and hit the bead: "Break!"

The bead immediately exploded, and a blue light soared into the sky, stirring the vortex in the middle, forming a huge claw of more than ten meters in radius, and grabbed Axiang.

"Tsk tsk, this is the most intense competition I have seen today." Jing Chusu smiled at Jing Ge and praised, "That's it, it's interesting to watch."

Jing Chujie said, "The beaded magic weapon of the male monk is obviously for life-saving, and it is a one-time magic weapon. After using it, it will never be gone. It's a pity to fight for a breath."

Jing Chujie's knowledge is far better than Jing Chusu, so he naturally knows the preciousness of life-saving magic weapon. It can have a powerful magic weapon, and its effect is undoubtedly huge at the critical moment of life and death. In order to compete and win over and save face, it is obviously a very wasteful way to use it in this way.

You don’t care about the many magic weapons to save your life, naturally the more you have, the better.

Even if Hu Zi has hundreds of magic weapons to save his life, he uses one piece like this, in Jing Chujie's opinion, he is still a waste of idiot.

Seeing the powerful momentum, A Xiang felt a stern in her heart. She didn't care about winning or losing, and retreated violently. At the same time, she flashed in her hand and used various magic to hit her claws, but it had no effect and could not even cushion!

A Xiang was shocked when she jumped out of the circle and was chasing her to break the protective light cover of the necklace.

A Xiang was hit by her paws and sprayed blood wildly. With a "ah", she flew backwards.

Even if she flew backwards, her claws had not let her go, but exploded and turned into silky lights, wrapped around her, completely wrapping her up when she landed on the ground.

The silk thread stirred quietly, forming a faint blue smoke. The smoke flowed in a burst, turning into solid, frozen in it, and turned into a human-shaped statue.

"She has left the circle. Even if she admits defeat, why doesn't he stop?" someone asked in confusion.

Another man said: "He can't stop at all! That magic weapon is too powerful!"

"What kind of magic weapon is that bead? It's so powerful!"

"It should be the Ice Soul Pearl!" a man thought for a while and said.

"What's going on?" A young man in a white shirt flew over directly, seemingly attracted by the fight here.

When everyone saw him coming, they saluted and looked very polite. A gray-haired male monk immediately replied: "That's right. This female monk has already left the circle and is considered to admit defeat. But fellow Daoist Zhou's ice soul bead is too powerful, and fellow Daoist Zhou couldn't stop, so he frozen her."

"Ice Soul Pearl? There is such a good thing. Zhou Cong, come here! Do you have any more of this thing? Let's change it?" The man in white waved his hand, looking very casual.

Seeing this, the bearded man named Zhou Cong ran over and smiled bitterly and said, "This thing is so precious, how could I have a second one!"

"Oh." The man said slightly disappointed, "Then why don't you help this female monk contact Bingfeng, why are you doing there?"

"Young Master Feng doesn't know that this ice spirit bead is a one-time magic weapon, with great power, and its cultivation level is shallow, so it can't be removed! If it's not enough, she will break with the ice layer. Never mind."

Young Master Feng frowned and said, "Who knows this female monk?"

Everyone shook their heads, and someone said, "It seems like they are new disciples of the sect!"

"That's how it is!" Young Master Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Who can help break the ice on her body?"

Everyone retreated.

Young Master Feng looked at Zhou Cong and said angrily: "It's a competition, how can you kill someone?"

"I, I was also in a hurry. Everyone saw it. It was her trick that killed people and forced people too much. I—" Zhou Cong smiled bitterly and whispered: "Young Master, you have to help me! Looking back, I am grateful!"

After hearing their conversation, Jing Chusu couldn't help but wonder: "Who is that guy? Why are you so polite to him?"

After hearing this, a person next to him looked at her up and down, and said, "Miss is also a disciple of the new sect! That young master Feng Chengyi and Feng are the young master of our sect leader's family!"

"The original young master!" Jing Xiaoshe's eyes lit up and she said, "The cultivation level is still careless, and it can be solved with one move, but it cannot be provoked, it cannot be provoked."

When Jing Chujie heard this, she thought to herself, "Is he Feng Lie's son? You have to remember it well." Then she looked at him carefully and imprinted his appearance in her heart.

Feng Chengyi was unable to resolve the current situation, so he left the place with some shameless face. After a while, he came over with He Zizai and a man with a similar appearance but a young temperament and said, "Mr. He is her."

He Zizai walked to A Xiang, frowned, and said with a serious expression: "Who is so vicious?"

Zhou Cong trembled all over and walked up to him and whispered: "I am just in a hurry. I hope Uncle He will forgive me!"

"Okay." He Zizai looked at him coldly, then pointed his hand at A Xiang's body, and a trace of Mars burst out from his fingertips, which was floating and uncertain. He carefully penetrated into the blue ice layer and slowly melted.

He Zizai continued like this for a while and then changed his finger tips. A blue light emerged from his fingertips and drilled into the gap melted by the fire, spreading all over A Xiang's body, trying to isolate the ice from her body.

The blue ice layer suddenly made a cracking sound, cracking several gaps. Seeing this, He Zizai said, "Let's retreat and don't get caught by it! So as not to end up like the same thing!"

As he said that, the surface of the ice block that sealed Axiang gradually fell off and fell to the ground, turning into a blue smoke and spread out. Seeing this, everyone was afraid of getting a trace of it, so they retreated one after another.

He Zizai outputs true energy to A Xiang with one hand, and shakes the other hand, takes out a jade bottle, and injects a talisman into the mouth of the bottle. The jade bottle immediately flashes with light, creating a suction force out of thin air, sucking the blue smoke in bit by bit.

Jing Ge saw it strangely, forgot to be afraid for a moment, and took a step forward and wanted to see it clearly, but he didn't expect that the blue smoke suddenly popped up and wrapped around him!

Feeling a pain in his skin, Jing Ge looked down and couldn't help but be shocked. With a thought, a purple light flashed, and swallowed the smoke, as if nothing had happened.

"Hmm? It's okay! Can the purple qi of the clone beat this thing?" Jing Ge thought and felt a heat in his dantian - he knew that this was not his own dantian, but his dantian.

Since his resurrection, as time goes by, Jing Ge can more and more clearly sense the existence of the clone. Even if he doesn't release him, he seems to know where he is. In the past, when he was in Qingshui Town, he would never feel that he didn't release his clone.

"Huh?" No one else noticed this scene. He Zizai looked back at Jing Ge, with a look of confusion on his face. When he saw Jing Ge's appearance was only a child, he couldn't help but be stunned. After a moment of pause, A Xiang suddenly made a crisp sound on his body, and at the same time, blue light appeared, as if he was about to collapse!

He Zizai's face changed when he reacted, "No! Retreat!" As soon as he finished speaking, he retreated to the farthest.

Everyone was always wary of accidents. When he heard his shout, they retreated far away at the same time. Jing Ge, Jing Chusu could not react in time and slowed down.

The next moment, a blue smoke suddenly erupted from A Xiang's body, instantly covering the two of them!

"No!" Jing Chujie and Jing Xiaoshe both changed their faces.
Chapter completed!