Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"Junior Brother Ji! Why belittle yourself? You still have a lot of secrets hidden. At least the Nine Netherworld Phoenix has not been released for everyone to see. Junior Brother Qi said that he has seen it from a distance, and everyone is very curious. Such ancient true spirit bloodline Spiritual beast, how can you not open the eyes of so many of my fellow disciples present?"

Ji Lingyu looked around the square and saw that many people were curious. He smiled and said, "Let him come out to say hello to all the fellow disciples. That's it. Junior Brother will not compete with Senior Brother Ling."

Ling Xiaofeng sighed and said helplessly: "Why are they all like this? I want to find someone to compete with each other to see how well I have learned, but it doesn't work. The master won't let me go down the mountain. It's suffocating."

Ji Lingyu had just communicated with Ling'er, but he didn't expect that the flame bird, seeing so many people, would not come out to show it to anyone.

He could only say in embarrassment: "Ugh! This bird is still shy. It doesn't want to come out to meet so many people."

All the monks present laughed.

At this time, Ling Xiaofeng smiled and said: "This can't be done. In this case, Junior Brother Ji, you have to fight me to get through."

Ji Lingyu shook his head, turned around, and walked towards the square where Xiaoyaomeng was standing.

This time, the limelight has been enough. I don’t know what the strength of Lei Xiu, who is at the peak of the golden elixir, is. If he loses, this move to establish his power will be abandoned halfway.

At this time, I heard Patriarch Yao say: "Why, the disciple of the Sword Master Senior Brother has to admit defeat like this? He is such a coward. In my opinion, this is nothing more than that."

Ji Lingyu stood still in the air, turned around and gave a deep salute to the woman in white robes on the steps, and said respectfully: "Disciple has his own self-awareness, how can he fight with Lei Xiu, who is at the peak of Jindan? Master, forgive me."

Patriarch Yao, who was dressed in white robes, stared at Ling Xiaofeng who looked helpless in the air.

The latter felt the sharp gaze and shuddered.

At this time, he said loudly: "Junior Brother Ji, just take a certain blow head-on without using any escape skills. Even if you win, you can make any request. If Senior Brother can do it, he will never refuse."

Ji Lingyu frowned and looked down the steps of the main hall. At this time, there were about a dozen peak Jindan monks there with different expressions, but most of them looked like they were watching a good show.

Only Senior Sister Yu had a gentle look on her face, with a worried look in her eyes.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators had disappeared, but Patriarch Yao on the steps looked at him coldly.

"It seems that I can't be kind today. Is this woman in the middle stage of Nascent Soul so vindictive? I just defeated Yao Ningshuang a few decades ago, but she still misses her so much. Does she have to be like this?"

Thinking of this, I was shocked.

"It's definitely more than that. It seems there are other reasons that are not yet understood."

Ji Lingyu turned around, Yukong looked at Ling Xiaofeng, and said with a smile: "Seriously? Senior brother, can you really accept any bet?"

Ling Xiaofeng looked solemn, nodded and said: "Junior brother, please speak."

Ji Lingyu looked at the two long purple swords behind him. These objects were quite extraordinary. They contained extremely powerful thunder-attribute destructive power. They were at least a pair of powerful ancient treasures.

"Just use the two swords behind you as a bet!"

Ling Xiaofeng's expression froze, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! This is the first time I've seen such an arrogant person. If I want these two swords from my senior brother, let's see if you have real skills. If my junior brother can't take this blow, I'll quit the Xiaoyao Sword Sect myself. how?"

Ji Lingyu's heart moved. He was waiting here and wanted to drive him out of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. Why were there so many enemies?

"Senior brother, please take action!"

Ling Xiaofeng continued to strike with both hands, and two long purple swords rushed out from behind. Purple lightning emitted from the air, but disappeared without a trace.

"When the Thunder Sword comes out, everyone turns into powder!"

Ling Xiaofeng roared and pointed forward with both hands. At this time, he saw two purple clouds of tens of feet gathering in the sky a hundred feet above Ji Lingyu's head, and two fist-thick purple electric arcs suddenly shot out.

Ji Lingyu's hand techniques changed, and two blood-red flames spurted out, meeting the purple arcs shooting upwards and downwards.

"boom!"

Two loud noises were made almost at the same time. The blood-red flames and purple arcs collided together, emitting bright purple thunder and blood-red flames.

In the huge air wave, a cloud of red and purple smoke spread out.

At this time, amid the smoke, Ji Lingyu's expression suddenly changed, and he felt bad. This purple thunder and lightning restrained the Nine Nether Flames.

At the critical moment, the golden puppet standing in the air next to him shot the red ball forward.

At this moment, purple thunder and lightning broke through the blood-red flames and struck in front of the red-robed young man.

A red light barrier blocked the young man in red robe.

"boom!"

There was another loud and shocking sound mixed together, like the sound of thunder in the sky.

Amidst the flash of purple light, the purple clouds in the sky dimmed.

Ling Xiaofeng stretched his arms forward, trembling. Seeing this situation, a fierce and determined look flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly he opened his mouth, and a purple ball shot out. In the blink of an eye, a flash appeared in the middle of the purple cloud, and the purple light shone brightly.

After a while, two purple clouds measuring tens of feet converged into one purple cloud measuring a hundred feet.

Purple thunder flashes inside, and the rumble of thunder can be heard endlessly.

At this time, a huge purple light beam as thick as an arm shot out from the purple cloud.

"boom!"

After an earth-shattering loud noise, the red light curtain was broken, and a red bead appeared dimly in the hand of the golden puppet next to it.

Just when the purple beam of light was about to hit the defenseless body of the red-robed young man a few feet below.

The red-robed young man's expression was extremely solemn, and a white light shone in his right hand. One of the white jade pendants emitted bright white light and illuminated the purple beam of light.

There was no earth-shattering sound as expected. Under the bright white light, the purple light pillar instantly disintegrated and disappeared without a trace.

Even the purple clouds hundreds of feet high in the sky slowly dissipated, and two purple long swords emerged from them, and the light fell dimly downwards.

Ji Lingyu made a move with his left hand and captured it in his hand.

At this time, the purple ball also appeared in the air, but it shot towards the crumbling Ling Xiaofeng more than ten miles away, and was swallowed by it.

"Ji Lingyu! What kind of treasure is that of yours? It actually destroyed my magic weapon, the Zixiao Thunder Bead."

Ling Xiaofeng screamed in shock.

"No comment!"

Ji Lingyu put the white jade pendant in his arms with his right hand, looked at the young man in white who had lost the original spiritual power of the golden elixir, and said coldly.

"Give me back the Thunder Sword!"

Ling Xiaofeng shouted angrily.

Ji Lingyu's face was expressionless and he said calmly: "Senior Brother Ling, you have already taken action, but I am safe and sound. These two long purple swords were used for gambling, and now they belong to me."

"you!"

Ling Xiaofeng pointed at the young man in red robe and was speechless. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of purple-black blood.

Ji Lingyu chuckled and said: "Senior Brother Ling, your golden elixir's original spiritual power fully stimulates the natal magic weapon, but it consumes too much. If you don't adjust your breath, it will damage the foundation."

Ling Xiaofeng used both hands to strike continuously to stop the violent spiritual energy riot. He then took out a white jade bottle from his arms and swallowed a white pill inside.

After adjusting his breath for a moment, he looked at Ji Lingyu.

"Ji Lingyu, Junior Brother Ji! A certain Ling Xiaofeng remembers you. We will have many opportunities to meet again in the future."