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In the second round, Wei Wuyou played against Qingmufeng Muqing, and Mo Zhen played against Hanshuifeng's Yunxuan.

From a distance, Wei Wuyou saw Wang Chu and Zhang Qiao walking around Mu Qing towards the trial platform.

"Senior brother Mu Qing, Wei Wuyou's aptitude is extremely poor. I heard that he used a talisman to win against senior brother Yizhen by chance yesterday, and he annoyed the senior brothers of Bai Jinfeng. Don't be merciful later, deal with him well."

Wang Chu looked at Wei Wuyou coldly, and said to Mu Qing, "Hmph, even if he still has the talisman this time, he is doomed," Mu Qing said.

Wei Wuyou looked at his opponent on the stage, the wooden youth was about sixteen years old, he looked like a boy, with calm brows and eyes, holding a jasper lion seal in his hand, Wei Wuyou was empty-handed, without a magic weapon.

The two bowed their hands to salute, Mu Qing held the jasper lion in his hand, and recited a formula in his mouth, a spell was struck on the seal, a ball of blue light spewed out from the mouth of the jasper lion, surged, and suddenly rushed to all directions, wrapping Wei Wuyou in it , a piece of blue light weighed down heavily, unable to move.

It was the first time for Wei Wuyou to see a magical weapon, and it was indeed more powerful than magic spells. The blue light gradually tightened, trapping her inside.

She made formulas with both hands, muttered silently, stood with her feet flat, closed her palms in the middle, and then separated them left and right. The formula was completed, and a fireball the size of a date pit floated in her hands.

This is exactly the fireball technique that everyone must learn for Huolinggen monks, but... "Puchi... this... this fireball is... too small", and there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

The fireball of an ordinary fireball technique is the size of a fist, but the fireball in front of him is not only small in size, but even the flames are white, which seems to be extremely weak.

"Junior brother doesn't admit defeat, but there are still talismans available?" Mu Qing showed a smile that the victory was determined, and with a finger point, the jasper seal floated in mid-air, circling around, and the blue light became more intense.

A vivid little lion leaped out of the blue light, with a cute appearance and a green glow from its mouth, trapping Wei Wuyou layer by layer.

Mu Qing used the talisman to defend Wuyou, so she was the first to trap it in the blue light, even if there was a talisman, she couldn't use it.

The weak fireball floated in front of Wei Wuyou, resisting the green awn, Mu Qing wanted to show off, a formula hit the jasper seal, it jumped into the green awn, opened its mouth and bit Wei Wuyou.

The jasper seal in the shape of a little lion bumped into Wei Wuyou, she only felt a huge impact, her blood flowed backwards, her throat was sweet, and she spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, the blood sprinkled on the little lion, and hissing white smoke rose.

The little cyan lion was scorched out of many scorched holes, and the dazzling cyan light suddenly dimmed.

Seeing the little lion's expression faltered, Wei Wuyou gritted his teeth and shouted, "Go!" The fireball like a jujube pit between his palms crashed into the lion's mouth, and with a bang, the flames shot out dazzlingly, hitting the condensed little lion. The green awns fell from the sky like drizzle, the jasper seal fell to the ground, and the green awns dimmed.

"You! You stained my magic weapon with blood!" Caught off guard, Mu Qing angrily scolded, he held the Jasper Seal with an ugly face, the light was dim, and he was secretly annoyed at his carelessness.

Spiritual artifacts such as magic weapons and treasures are most afraid of contamination and will greatly reduce their spirituality. Mu Qing underestimated the enemy and attacked with the lion itself, but was hit by the opponent. Big discount.

Angrily, he pinched his fingers and muttered Ningmu Jue. Ten bamboo swords appeared in the air and shot towards Wei Wuyou. Wei Wuyou didn't dodge or dodge. Float into the air and hit Mu Qing directly.

Mu Qing was shocked, this is a move that hurts both sides, his cultivation has only reached the third level of Qi training, relying on the middle-level magic weapon of the Jasper Lion Seal, his ability rivals the disciples of the seventh level of Qi training.

However, if the magic weapon is damaged, the opponent may be able to withstand ten bamboo swords, but he is a wood spirit root, so he may not be able to withstand the fireball.

Mu Qing raised his fingers, and the ten bamboo swords quickly moved back, colliding with the fireball. He took two steps back, his face turned pale, and he cupped his hands and said to Wei Wuyou, "I admit defeat." Holding the Jasper seal to step down, I felt sorry for it.

"Junior Brother Ninth! You have won!" Mo Zhen shouted happily from the audience, "Hmph, it's too much to destroy a magic weapon with blood!", "Despicable",

"It turns out that this is the virtue of Chiyang Peak disciples!" Cyanwood Peak disciples scolded one after another, magic tools are like left and right hands to monks, doing like this is equivalent to breaking people's limbs during trials, no wonder they are looked down upon by other brothers.

"Mu Qing acted recklessly, spitting blood from Wuyou's mouth, how could it be Wuyou's fault?!" Mo Lei said in a low voice, his knuckles were pinching, the Cyanwood Peak disciple was angrily but dared not speak.

Wei Wuyou stayed on the stage, his legs were weak, he fell to the ground, and spit out another mouthful of blood, which splashed on the ground. Mo Zhen glanced at the blood on the ground, saw her thin figure, and took a few steps forward to hold her hold up

"Brother", Wei Wuyou was startled and struggling, "Don't move, adjust your breath, luck", "Give it to me, your competition is about to start", Mo Yu took Wei Wuyou from Mo Zhen, and was just When he was about to leave, he saw Chi Yangzi coming towards him, and he came forward and said, "Master, worry free...",

With a slap, Chi Yangzi slapped Wei Wuyou across the face, and rebuked, "I told you to admit defeat if you can't beat it, who taught you to be so low-handed, to destroy people's magic weapon! A disciple of Chiyang Peak did it!" If this kind of thing happens, so what if we win, I, Chi Yangzi, will lose face!",

"Master, I, I didn't mean to...", the slap was so heavy, Wei Wuyou only had time to say these words before he passed out.

"Master, Wuyou did his best in the trial for the sake of Chiyang Peak, so please stop criticizing him." When Wei Wuyou woke up slowly,

Hearing Mo Zhen's words, he couldn't help but feel a sore nose, turned his face to the side, and saw Chiyangzi sitting with a golden sword on his horse, and Mo Zhen stood beside him with his hands folded.

"Wuyou has been withdrawn since he was a child, and he has encountered great dangers. As a teacher, he is worried that he will use the wrong thoughts and fall into the devil's barrier. I, Chiyang Peak, will never be a person with evil intentions." Chi Yangzi said in a deep voice,

"Master, the Ninth Junior Disciple is dull and reticent, but his heart is pure and good, and he has no intention of harming others." Hearing Mo Zhen's words, Wei Wuyou was grateful, stood up reluctantly and said, "Master's teachings, Wuyou dare not forget , adhering to the noble righteousness of the Yunhua School, eliminating demons and defending the Way."

Chi Yangzi got up, looked at her with his hands behind his back, his face softened a little, "It's all about exorcising demons and defending the way, heal your injuries first, you got away with it today, but tomorrow you will face Jiang Hanyue from Platinum Peak. Wood Lingen, be careful not to hurt yourself again",

"Disciple understands", Wei Wuyou pretended to stay on the bed, but was stopped by Chiyangzi, "You rest, let's go first for the teacher", after Mo Zhengong sent Chiyangzi away, he smiled at Wei Wuyou, " Master, the old man is still worried about you."

Wei Wuyou nodded and asked, "How is the trial, brother?" Mo Zhen showed a look of loneliness on his face, "Senior brother is incompetent and lost to junior sister Yunxuan in Hanshuifeng. Now, you are the only one entering the third round of trials in Chiyangfeng. practiced",

"Senior brother..." Wei Wuyou was moved. Mo Zhen must have felt uncomfortable when he lost the test. He even helped himself to speak well in front of the master. able to build foundations",

Mo Zhen saw that he was as careful as dust at a young age, always thinking of others, such a kind-hearted person, how could his master think so.

After waiting for Mo Zhen to leave, Wei Wuyou sat cross-legged on the couch again, closed her eyes and practiced, suddenly there was a flapping sound in the crack of the window, she opened her eyes, and saw a bird made of paper flying through the crack of the window. She squeezed in and landed lightly on her palm, her wings fluttering.

Wei Wuyou pinched the bird's wings curiously, a veil of yellow light dissipated, the bird stopped moving, and a small line of words was written on the wings, "Come to the Alchemy Palace, Old Yan", she took the little bird The bird folded carefully, put it in his arms, put on his shoes, and left the Scarlet Cloud Palace.

When the earth fire from the alchemy hall rushed towards her face, Wei Wuyou felt kind. She stretched her brows, and even the smoldering true energy in her body became active.

Old Yan stood outside the alchemy room with his hands behind his back, looked at Wei Wuyou's slightly pale face, and snorted, "With your bare hands fighting against other people's magical weapons, you still managed to win by luck", "I, I, have no intention of destroying Mu Qing Brother's magic weapon", Wei Wuyou thought that Yan Lao blamed her, so he explained,

Elder Yan picked up the token and opened the stone door of a alchemy room. There were several magical artifacts inside, including swords, halberds, streamers, bronze mirrors, etc., "These are unowned magical artifacts. I got them years ago. Can you choose one? Although it is not as good as a refined magical weapon, it is better than it can be used, and it can be controlled by a drop of blood with spiritual consciousness",

"Elder Yan wants to give me a magic weapon?" Wei Wuyou was flattered and didn't know what to do for a while, "I don't need it, so I just leave it on. You have helped me a lot in the past two years, it's not worth it. What?", Yan Lao glanced at Wei Wuyou, "If you want others not to underestimate you, you have to show your skills",

"Thank you Yanlao", Wei Wuyou knelt down and planned to kowtow, but a gust of wind swept over his face, when he looked up, Yanlao had disappeared, she kowtowed obediently, then stood up, and looked at the magic weapon in front of her.

The bronze mirror glowing yellow was very heavy, and when it was shaking, a protective mask appeared, Wei Wuyou put down the bronze mirror, not knowing what the black banner was for, it seemed that only the small sword was suitable, its whole body was jasper, and it was full of light. Hold the green awn, but after holding it, the wood stimulates the fire, and the green awn touches the true energy of Chiyang, causing it to surge and become very unstable.

After looking at several things that were not suitable, Wei Wuyou walked to the corner, and saw a three-legged copper tripod with thick dust, which was reddish gold in color and about the size of two hands clasped. , the tentacle is full of fire and true energy, hot and familiar.

It's you, Wei Wuyou picked up the tripod with both hands, and walked out with difficulty, "Stinky boy, that's the three-legged red gold tripod that I used to make alchemy", the helpless voice of Old Yan came from a distance that seemed close but not close, and seemed far and far away , his figure swayed, "I have erased my consciousness, and since I promised

You, just take it."

Wei Wuyou was naturally happy, she bit her finger, blood dripped on the red golden cauldron, the blood submerged in an instant, the real fire surging inside the cauldron echoed the red yang true energy in her body, it seemed extremely joyful.

The author has something to say: Old Yan: The brat inadvertently took away the old man's treasure, it hurts but I won't say it.

Worriless: blank face.

This place is still a low-key manuscript deposit box. If it can be listed on the list this week, someone from Chen will come to change it regularly.