Dedicate One’s Mind

Seeing that the flying sword was about to pass through Wu Yi's body, many disciples couldn't help but exclaimed. The young disciple was full of smugness, and hated himself for being afraid of Wu Yi's eyes before. It turned out that he was just a show-off.

Ge Yunyi looked worried when he saw this situation, but he was very happy in his heart. He just didn't expect that a random disciple from the opposite side would have a flying sword. It would be so difficult to deal with.

Although flying swords are basically useless for disciples in the first stage of Qi Refining, most of them are used to fly with swords. Because they have not mastered the art of controlling spirits, they can only go straight. Using it once consumes a lot of spiritual energy. After being dodged by the opponent, they basically lose their resistance.

But since this disciple dared to use the flying sword, he had practiced hard for many years and was able to do a simple change of direction. Relying on the speed of the flying sword, he could defeat the opponent within three rounds. This is also the reason why he dared to come out first, that is, he wanted to defeat the opponent in a short time to win face for his side.

Ge Yunyi had a good idea, but he was also worried that his selfishness was too obvious and he would be blamed by Li Gu. He glanced at the head of the seat quietly, but Li Gu and the middle-aged Taoist had completely opposite expressions. Li Gu seemed to be smiling, watching a show, while the middle-aged Taoist looked unhappy and tense.

Realizing that something was wrong, Ge Yunyi quickly turned his gaze back to the fight. Before he could see clearly, he heard everyone exclaiming, and some even stood up.

It turned out that "Wu Yi" was cut by the flying sword, bleeding, and horrible, but soon everyone found something wrong, because the blood disappeared after falling on the ground, and there was no fishy smell.

The flying sword cut through "Wu Yi", and the young disciple couldn't help laughing, but then realized that this was not good, so he restrained his smile and bowed to Li Gu with a helpless look: "I thought this Taoist friend would resist, but I didn't expect that he would fail for a moment. I hope you can understand." "No need." The young disciple heard the strong sarcasm in the voice and wanted to explain again, but suddenly felt that the voice seemed familiar. He looked up in surprise. He didn't expect Wu Yi to be so close to him suddenly. He hurriedly retreated and hurriedly called back the flying sword, but Wu Yi slapped him in the abdomen with a palm, dispersing his strength. The palm power was swallowed and spit out, and the young disciple's body flew straight up from Wu Yi's flying boat like a kite with a lost line and landed on his original banquet position. The position was just right, not a bit off, and the control of this strength was very subtle. When the young disciple challenged Wu Yi to a fight, he was on Wu Yi's flying boat, but now he was beaten back and fell on the wine table. His clean Qingyun robe was stained with oily vegetable leaves, which looked very funny. Ge Yiyi was the first to laugh out loud, and then the disciples couldn't help laughing. As for the disciples in Runan County, although they didn't laugh out loud, they all looked disdainful. If they wanted to grab the limelight, they had to have this ability. Now they were beaten in the face and lost their face.

It's just that they recalled the previous fight and how Wu Yi disappeared. They haven't found it yet. They are a little afraid of Wu Yi. If they fight, they may not be able to see Wu Yi's false appearance, and the result may not be much better than this person.

In fact, Wu Yi used the color dust, one of the six dusts before. Wu Yi fights the inner demon every day, and he has also learned some of the inner demon's methods. Except for the most hazy Dharma dust, he has mastered the other five dusts. Although he is not as proficient as the inner demon, he can still fight with others.

In fact, Wu Yi used not only color dust, but also sound dust. The description of himself at the beginning left an impression in everyone's mind that he had not practiced for a long time and had little experience in fighting. In this way, when he faced the flying sword later, he seemed to be stupid, but he could be accepted by everyone. Everyone also believed that this was his true body, and his true body had already approached the young disciple.

It is worth mentioning that Wu Yi did not attack immediately after approaching, but secretly used a mist technique. Because the mist spread out like spiritual energy, everyone thought that the young disciple used the Taoism to naturally spread spiritual energy around him. They did not expect it to be Wu Yi. Wu Yi did not attack after approaching, but continued to watch the performance of the young disciple. This is why Li Gu looked puzzled with a smile on his face.

In the final analysis, it was Wu Yi who used the perfect combination of color dust and sound dust to make everyone think that the one who was frightened was Wu Yi's original body, and ignored the surroundings. Otherwise, how could such a small trick as the mist technique be hidden from so many people? A small trick made Wu Yi "mysteriously win the battle." The young disciple heard the mocking voices of the crowd, and felt resentful in his heart. He looked at Wu Yi angrily, secretly calling the flying sword in his heart, intending to attack Wu Yi. Feeling the whistling wind behind him, Wu Yi glanced at the young disciple coldly. Did he really think that he had no backup? He was too naive to dare to attack him. Just when Wu Yi was about to use his backup, the middle-aged Taoist said to the young disciple: "Asshole, don't you think it's not embarrassing enough? "It immediately dispersed the disciple's condensed spiritual energy, and at the same time dispersed a different spiritual energy lurking in his dantian. That was Wu Yi's backup plan, which could destroy the disciple's dantian once it was activated. However, Wu Yi still hid a trace of his mind in that different spiritual energy. After the spiritual energy was dispersed, Wu Yi's body tilted for a while and he almost couldn't stand steadily. The middle-aged Taoist was very calculating. Not only did he stop the young disciple's conspiracy and leave a good reputation for fairness, he also secretly tricked Wu Yi, and no one could say anything wrong.

Seeing this scene, Li Gu glanced at the middle-aged Taoist, and said lightly: "Brother Taoist, we should stay less involved in matters between juniors."

The sound seemed ordinary to everyone's ears, but Wu Yi's ears still contained the faint sound of bells. It was a purple bell. Li Gu was helping Wu Yi heal his injuries. Before he finished speaking, Wu Yi shook his head. His body straightened up and his momentum became even better.

The middle-aged Taoist knew that his little trick had been seen by Li Gu, and he was embarrassed to expose Li Gu's help in Wu Yi's healing. He said nonchalantly: "Aren't you teaching an unscrupulous disciple a lesson?"

The young disciple's spiritual energy was shaken away, and the flying sword lost control. It staggered and fell close to Wu Yi. Wu Yi waved and took the flying sword into his hand. He weighed it and found that it weighed hundreds of kilograms. , cold and bright, and I don’t know what it is made of.

"Fellow Taoist, I am Fan Mingqing. My brother is ignorant and I am here to apologize to you on his behalf. As for this flying sword, it is an ancestral possession of my Fan family. I hope that fellow Taoist can return it." Seeing Wu Yi get the flying sword. After looking at him endlessly, he seemed to have lost the idea of ​​returning. Another disciple from Qingshui City in Runan County stood up and said to Wu Yida, still young but with a steady look on his face, unlike the frivolous young disciple before.

When Wu Yi heard this, he glanced sideways at the disciple who was speaking. Instead of answering him, he looked at the people around him. Most of them had expressionless faces, but there were still a small number of people who wanted to watch the show. Regardless of whether Wu Yi agreed or not, they were all the same. A good show.

"To think that something passed down from our ancestors would be given to such a dandy, your family is too ambitious." Wu Yi said this in a mocking tone, making the young disciple look at him with shame on his face and eyes full of fire. Wu Yi.

"It is indeed the elder who made a mistake." What Wu Yi did not expect was that Fan Mingqing did not care about the face of his clan members at all, even in front of so many people, he said so.

"Fan Mingqing, you bastard, this flying sword was given to me by my father, what qualifications do you have to comment?" The young disciple pointed at Fan Mingqing's face like a burning oil barrel.

Fan Mingqing glanced at the young disciple proudly and said calmly: "Fan Mingyi, where is the sword?"

The young disciple, who Fan Mingqing called Fan Mingyi, turned red in the face, glanced at Fan Mingqing and Wu Yi angrily, stamped his feet, and ran upstairs.

"Fellow Taoist, this sword is not inferior to the one in your hand. I don't know if I can exchange it." Fan Mingqing took out a sword from nowhere and threw it to Wu Yi, saying calmly.

It has to be said that Fan Mingqing is much more knowledgeable than a kid like Fan Mingyi who can tell at a glance that he grew up in the favor of his family.

Wu Yi took the thrown flying sword and looked at it. He didn't see any difference. After all, he had never studied this before, but Wu Yi didn't doubt anything. People like Fan Mingqing generally would not cheat on such a trail. As for people, there are ravines in their hearts that can accommodate mountains and seas.

Wu Yi looked at Feijian and then at Fan Mingqing. Just when Fan Mingqing thought Wu Yi was about to agree, Wu Yi shook his head gently.

Fan Mingqing's eyes narrowed and he said: "Fellow Taoist, you need to be satisfied and don't be greedy."

Fan Mingqing can easily take out a flying sword, and his wealth is not small, so it is not a big deal to get another one. The key reason why he disagrees is because of his face. The replacement of one is to make up for the sneak attack of his clan brother. , showing his benevolence and righteousness. If there are too many, it would be cowardly. He is not willing to bear the name of cowardice.

Wu Yi smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are overly worried. Junior brother has just entered Taoism. When he first saw a master like senior brother, his hands were itchy and he wanted to ask for advice."

Fan Mingqing's face softened slightly and he said: "I have learned a few moves from the inner sect, but if I can't win with force, I might hurt my junior brother."

Wu Yi had known this for a long time. Among the people opposite him, he felt that Fan Mingqing did not seem to be a simple peak of the four transformations. Perhaps he had dealt with black beetles a lot and was familiar with flames. He clearly felt that Fan Mingqing had a touch of something in his body. The breath of fire is different from Dao Yun, which is very strange. Now that Fan Mingqing said it himself, he understood in his heart that he may have practiced to the nine changes after the nine changes of Qi refining, but he didn't know how many changes he had reached.

Looking at the eager look in Wu Yi's eyes, he knew that Wu Yi would not give up until he did it once. Fan Mingqing had no choice but to say: "Since junior brother is determined, then senior brother will make a move. Junior brother will take it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yi was tense. He had never faced off against such a person before and looked at Fan Mingqing carefully.

"Roar", a roar echoed on the flying boat. Wu Yi took a closer look and saw that it was a fire lion, which was completely composed of flames and was created by spiritual energy.

The fire lion roared and roared towards Wu Yi. The fire lion had locked onto Wu Yi's aura. The six dusts Wu Yi had mastered were completely ineffective. Several air blade techniques that flew out were also palmed by the fire lion. Shoot it out and no damage is seen.

Wu Yi frowned and continued to fire several air blade techniques. The fire lion wanted to repeat the story again, but the air blade suddenly changed direction and flew past the side of the fire lion, cutting a deep gash. The flame momentum also weakened a lot.

Fan Mingqing glanced at Wu Yi in surprise and said: "Junior brother, it's really an eye-opener for senior brother." With Fan Mingqing's vision, it is not difficult to see that this is the art of controlling spirits and attaching one's mind to the mind. It is extremely difficult. At least for now, he still has Without control, the reason why the Fire Lion was able to perform such dexterous movements was because it locked onto Wu Yi's aura.

The middle-aged Taoist seemed much calmer. After all, he had discovered the strange spiritual energy hidden in Fan Mingyi's dantian before. Although there were few disciples in the Qi Refining Level who mastered the art of controlling spirits, he had still seen them once or twice. .

After a little bit of effort, Wu Yi finally destroyed the Fire Lion when it was about to get close to him. After doing all this, Wu Yi was already panting from exhaustion and his breath was unstable. Although the spirit control technique was dexterous, it was also very expensive. big.

He turned around and threw the two flying swords back to Fan Mingqing. The victory was already decided. If Fan Mingqing released a few more fire lions when he was fighting against a fire lion, he would not be able to resist. This is a man of his word, and a proud man. He is very similar to Wu Yi, and Wu Yi doesn't care about two flying swords.

Fan Mingqing took back one of the flying swords and threw the other flying sword back, saying: "One code returns to another code. If you change it, you will change it."

Wu Yi took the flying sword, said nothing, nodded and returned to his position.

Li Gu, who had watched everything silently, then raised a glass of wine and said to the middle-aged Taoist: "Brother Taoist, it's rare to see such harmony among disciples. Come and have a drink together."

The middle-aged Taoist smiled awkwardly and raised his glass as well, saying: "Yes, yes, let's drink together."

A banquet ends happily, at least on the surface.