Those years when I was a tool person

Two people of equal strength compete, the excitement of the scene is indescribable.

This is like a pure hand-to-hand combat based on the turn system. You punch me and kick you, and your moves are all close to the point, but they can be perfectly dodged by the opponent.

There was gray dust and mist on the Yanwu ground, and the two of them came and went, dozens of moves in an instant.

Rong Ying couldn't tell who was more powerful, he was an amateur, so he could only watch the excitement, and he could really tell that the way was those of the Sangan Sacred Sect.

The speed of both of them was very fast, only their afterimages remained in Rong Ying's eyes.

"It's coming, it's the last moment."

Only when some disciples onlookers exclaimed, did he realize that the competition was at the end, and Thoreau was about to use his ultimate move.

As expected of a demon lord, he still had an extraordinary momentum in the fight. Rong Ying noticed that the people watching were visibly tense.

Thick black mist gradually rose from Yanwuping, completely blocking people's sight.

At this time, Rong Ying glanced at the two senior brothers beside her, and found that they didn't intend to find a way to see through the black fog to see the specific situation inside.

It looked like he had stumbled on this thing before, knowing that no matter how hard he tried, it would be a waste of effort.

Since there is no solution, everyone can only wait honestly together.

Fortunately, they didn't wait too long, only to hear a sudden loud noise on Yanwuping, the black mist began to dissipate, and two figures gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"It's Elder Qianyue!"

"Did Elder Ganyue win?"

"No, no, look at the devil!"

"Oh, the demon lord is standing still, shouldn't it be a tie again?"

"It seems to be a tie."

"Why is it a tie all the time? It's really boring~"

"I think it's pretty good, hehe, Elder Qianyue and Demon Lord, I will be sad if either of them loses."

"Isn't it you, Elder Ganyue, the devil is also distressed?"

"..."

The topics of discussion among the onlookers became more and more crooked. Thoreau curled his lips and said to Qianyue, "Next time, I will definitely win you."

Qianyue's face was calm: "I will accompany you to the end."

"Hahahaha, I hope you can stand and talk to me like nothing next time." Thoreau said, and took another deep look at Qianyue. With a wave of his sleeves, he turned into black smoke and dispersed.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and there was only one person left on Yanwuping.

"Okay, okay, let's go."

Qian Yuan dismissed the surrounding disciples, and then looked worriedly at the young man standing alone on the Yanwu Ping, who seemed to be in a daze.

Gan Xing: "Second senior brother, what's wrong, why don't you come down?"

He thought that this time it was the same as usual, and the two had a tie.

But Qian Yuan didn't think so, he felt that the result might be different from what they expected.

Qian Yue finally moved, he turned around and walked slowly down the stage.

Just less than ten steps away from his senior brother, he suddenly bowed down and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Well"

"Second senior brother (brother)!"

Qian Yuan and Gan Xing were startled at the same time, and hurried forward to support Qian Yue who was about to fall.

"I am fine."

Qianyue bent down, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hands, looked up at the two of them, "I'm defeated."

The last move was not resisted, and this time Thoreau narrowly beat him, but he hid his injuries so that Thoreau could not see the clue.

Back at Qianyue Peak, looking at the young man in a state of despair, Qian Yuan, as a big brother, didn't know what to say, but Gan Xing couldn't hold back his words: "It's just one time, if you lose, you lose. Who hasn't failed before? land?"

As soon as he said the words, he suddenly realized that the second senior brother seemed to have never lost to anyone in his life, so he immediately turned black.

One sentence tied two people, because the one who often fails is himself.

"Don't say a few words." Qian Yuan pushed his junior brother aside, and then looked at Qian Yue, "Thoreau's strength has indeed increased a lot, but it is also because you have been stagnant in the seventh stage of the tribulation. If this continues Okay, if you don’t want to find a way to break through the bottleneck, you will be left behind by a large margin sooner or later.”

Qianyue is also very aware of this, but it is not so easy to break through the bottleneck, "I will work hard to practice."

In fact, they all understand that the root of the problem is not a matter of cultivating hard or not.

Qianyue's talent is very high, and his practice has been smooth all the time, but this is the only problem that has occurred for him for hundreds of years.

Rong Ying kept silent until Qianyue sent his senior brother away, and then he appeared in disguise.

"I can help you."

These were the first words he had spoken since his return, and there could never have been a more opportune time than now.

Qianyue leaned against the book case and closed her eyes to rest her mind. Hearing this, she opened her eyes, a little curious: "Do you know why I am troubled?"

That's right, it's clearly written in the mission requirements.

Rong Ying walked up to him, "To break through the bottleneck period, sometimes it's not enough to rely solely on the accumulation of inner spiritual power, you need external stimulation."

"You mean to use pills to break through obstacles? I tried this, but it didn't work."

"That's because you didn't find the right medicine."

Ganyue was taken aback for a moment, he remembered the boy in front of him, "Do you know which pills are useful for me?"

Rong Ying nodded: "That's natural."

There is no one in this world who knows better than him.

Another cluster of flames ignited in her desperate heart. Although Qianyue couldn't hide her excitement in her heart, she still had a calm expression on her face, "What do you need me to do?"

Rong Ying: "As far as I can tell, there is no suitable medicine in Sangan Sect. I think we should look for it elsewhere."

"..."

"You want to go out to practice?"

"Yes."

Qian Yuan looked at his second junior brother with a look of surprise: "Ever since our senior brother became the elder of the sect, you haven't been down the mountain again, why do you suddenly want to go out?"

Qianyue pursed her lips and thought for a while, and said honestly: "Cultivating blindly is not good for my current situation. I want to go out to relax, and then try my luck by the way to see if I can find a way to break through."

"That's right, it's hard to make progress if you stay on your laurels. You really should go down the mountain and practice again."

Gan Xing intends to go down the mountain with his senior brother, but his dignity asks him to shut up, so he can only watch Qian Yue leave the sect alone with his sword.

At the same time, on the highest mountain in the Sangan Holy Sect, Ding Qingshuo saw the scene of Qianyue leaving, with a frenzied look on his face, and whispered like worshiping a god.

"Master, Master..."

The appearance of the handsome and clean fairy clothes fluttering, standing on the black giant sword with his hands behind his back completely coincides with his memory.

Back then when he was less than ten years old, the village where he lived was suddenly massacred by the demon cultivator, and he witnessed the tragic death of his parents in front of his own eyes.

It was the time of despair, when Qianyue descended from the sky to kill Moxiu, and then saw that he was helpless, so he brought him back to Sangan Shengzong to settle down.

His root talent is not good, and he was not qualified to join Qianyue Peak at the beginning, but now he can become a senior disciple of Qianyue's sect, which is entirely the result of his own hard work.

Because to be seen by that person, he has to be the best one.

Qianyue's figure had disappeared into the sky, Ding Qingshuo clenched the spirit sword in his hand, turned and left.