Enter the kitchen

Shu Mo's hand holding the sword trembled, and saw that a layer of hoarfrost had condensed on Han Lijian's body at a speed visible to the naked eye. The chill that hit his face made Lu Shiyi couldn't help but take two steps back.

As if aware of the other party's discomfort, Shu Mo withdrew the cold glass sword with his backhand, and the cold air permeating the surroundings submerged into Shu Mo's eyebrows again with the cold glass sword.

Lu Shiyi shuddered, his eyes were full of surprise, and he also looked forward to his talisman.It's a pity that before he figured out how to use the magic weapon, Xiaobi started.

Lu Suyi is the lowest-level foundation-building monk. According to the division of heaven and earth, the word "yellow" was written on the wooden sign he was assigned.

The number of immortal cultivators participating in the competition this time is the highest in history, with nearly ten thousand people. It is said that the competition has already surpassed the scale of the competition.For this reason, Jianzong specially sacrificed the magic weapon of a fallen elder, and opened up an independent world for Xiaobi.

The magic weapon can accommodate thousands of people to compete at the same time. If others want to see how the battle is going, they only need to concentrate on entering the jade slips hanging on the sword casting platform and select the monk they want to see.

"Wait." Shu Mo suddenly grabbed Lu Shiyi, and clasped a golden bracelet carved with strange patterns on his hand: "Be careful, crush the token if you encounter danger."

"Don't worry." Lu Shiyi nodded back.Sword sect's tokens are engraved with formations, as long as the tokens are crushed, magic weapons will be sent out. This is also a way that some monks will not listen to dissuasion and hurt innocent people.

Lu Shiyi held his breath, and the token in his hand gradually became hot. Before he understood what happened, the scene around him began to change. When he recovered, he had already entered the magic weapon.

In a small world, besides Lu Suyi, there is also a strange young man.

In his early twenties, when he saw Lu Shiyi, he hesitated for a moment, and after a while, he said politely: "Xue Huazhi, who is in the Xiacao Cultivation League, has reached the cultivation level of the Great Consummation Stage of Foundation Establishment." The other party reported his family, and Lu Shiyi also He could only salute Wen Zou Zou and replied: "My name is Lu Shiyi, and I am the first-level cultivation base of Foundation Establishment."

Xue Huazhi waited for a while and didn't hear the other party's self-reported family name. He couldn't help thinking about it, guessing that the other party might come from a great sect, otherwise he wouldn't have succeeded in building a foundation at such a young age.Then he thought about it, even if the other party was from a great sect, but his cultivation base was two steps higher than him, and he was living a life of licking blood, so he was afraid that he would not be able to stay in the sect safely as a junior?

But in fact, Lu Shiyi was just a little embarrassed. He was able to participate in the competition because Shu Mo asked Master Jianyi. He was neither a disciple of Luoshuimen nor Jianzong, and he was not even a member of the Sanxiu League.

The two were relatively silent for a while, just waiting for the music to start the competition.

Just as the long and graceful music of Guqin stopped, Xue Huazhi condensed his spiritual energy into thin needles, and attacked Lu Shiyi before he could react.Lu Shiyi was always watching the opponent's every move, and Fang Fu gathered a thin layer of aura around his body as soon as he moved, and did not intend to confront him head-on.

This was the first trick Shu Mo taught Lu Shiyi, if he couldn't beat him, he would run away.

Lu Shiyi's cultivation base was two levels behind Fang's, and the aura attached could only block the fine needles for a moment, and in the end a few fishbone slipped through the net and landed on his arm.

Fortunately, the monk's body has been tempered. Lu Shiyi pulled out the thin needle between the opponent's attacks and endured the pain of piercing the bone marrow.

Xue Huazhi originally planned to take advantage of his unpreparedness to win in one fell swoop, but he did not expect that the other party avoided him in an orderly manner.The fine needle just now has consumed a lot of his spiritual energy, so he needs to be more cautious next time.

Lu Shiyi had already guessed the other party's tricks, he removed the aura from his body, only attached a little to his eyes and legs, every time he dodged in embarrassment when the needles hurt him.

The two of them passed back and forth for more than half an hour like this.

Xue Huazhi's expression was not obvious, but there was a little eagerness in his eyes, and his attack speed was getting faster and faster.Lu Shiyi's appearance was not very good either. He had consumed a lot of spirit energy and was hiding in an extremely embarrassing situation. He could only hold his immobile right arm panting, holding his breath and waiting for the opponent's next attack.

Lu Shiyi knew that he had reached his limit and could no longer sit still.Just when the opponent launched an attack, he completely gave up his defense, and even withdrew all the aura attached to his eyes and legs, and ran towards the opponent's position without hesitation.

Xue Huazhi, who was also exhausted, lifted his spirits and fixed his eyes on Lu Suyi who was running towards him. At the same time, his hands were not idle, and he quickly condensed into thin needles, and only waited for the opponent to get closer before giving him the final blow.

Xue Huazhi's hands trembled, and he was about to throw out the fine needle, but his raised hands froze in mid-air. He couldn't help but glance down, and saw a dusty sharp knife facing his throat.

"I admit defeat." Xue Huazhi said with an ugly face, Lu Shiyi took back the magic weapon and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This dusty-looking knife is the first magic weapon of his life condensed with spiritual energy. It is neither like Xue Huazhi's fine needle with sharp sharpness, nor Shu Mo's cold glass sword with sharp sharpness, but even so, it is his The most convenient thing to use.

After taking back his talisman, Lu Shiyi felt a little complicated. Although it was much narrower than ordinary kitchen knives, it still couldn't change its essence as a kitchen knife.

In the end, his talisman was still a kitchen knife.

"Concession." The winner was already divided, and the two were sent out of the magic weapon together, and stood on the sword-forging platform again.

"Shu Mo." Lu Shiyi couldn't help but smiled at Shu Mo, but found that the other party just looked at him quietly, without the slightest expression on his face, and he didn't return to normal until a moment later, stepped forward and stuffed a white jade bottle into him In the end, he couldn't help but say: "Do what you can, don't show off your abilities." With this tone and expression, if the two of them didn't see that they were about the same age, those who didn't know would think that he was teaching their disobedient juniors.

I didn't feel it when I was in the magic weapon, but when I got out of the magic weapon, Lu Shiyi immediately felt a steady stream of pain coming from the fine wound.Shu Mo felt helpless when he saw that his eyes were full of tears from the pain but he kept silent, sighed, and dragged him back to Linchang Garden to apply the medicine.

Immortal cultivation is going against the sky, which immortal cultivator has never been covered with wounds and lives hanging by a thread, even those who are loved and have magic weapons may perish, let alone Lu Shiyi, a child who has just established his foundation.

But it's one thing for Shu Mo to know in his heart, but another thing after seeing Lu Shiyi's wound.Maybe it was because the other party was young, and maybe because of the tacit understanding along the way, Shu Mo actually felt a subtle feeling of raising a child, and finally he could feel the tragic feeling of Jian Yizheng scratching his head and cheeks for his disciples, and his hair gradually disappearing.

If it was just an ordinary thin needle, Lu Shiyi's skin would only be red and painful, but the fine needle made of spiritual energy blocked his own spiritual energy after entering the body, which is why Lu Shiyi's right arm was unconscious.

It was not until he put on the ointment and took the elixir that Lu Shiyi's arm recovered.

After Lu Suyi recovered, he wanted to get up and prepare dinner, but the other party forcefully pushed him back on the chair.Immortal Jian Yi quickly ordered his disciples to bring dishes and spiritual fruits.Shu Mo pushed the dishes in front of Lu Shiyi, while he gnawed on the spiritual fruit while watching Lu Shiyi eat the dishes on the table.

In Lu Shiyi's eyes, Shu Mo who gnawed on the spirit fruit was simply pitiful, and because of this, the guilt in his heart deepened.

Lu Shiyi, who woke up after a nap, returned to his previous lively appearance, and even the spiritual energy that was exhausted yesterday was restored, and he was able to continue to participate in today's Xiaobi.

"Do what you can, don't show off your abilities." On the sword casting platform, Shu Mo couldn't help reminding again, Lu Shiyi waved his hand to show that he had remembered it in his heart.

This time he was lucky, the opponent was also at the elementary level of foundation building, but his appearance was not much older than him, and his temperament was a bit lively and outgoing. Before the competition, he not only declared his family name, but even complained with Lu Shiyi.

"Father insisted that I take part in the competition, and he didn't see how the ancestor of Jianzong was so nice." Lu Shiyi's opponent this time was Zheng Yi. His father's aptitude and strength were only average in the world of cultivating immortals. His grandfather is very powerful, he is a monk who has just entered the stage of distraction.

Zheng Yi's strength is good, he is a born monk with dual spiritual roots, so after learning that his only son is incompetent, his distracted grandfather passed all expectations on him.It's just that he is lazy by nature and has a weak mind. He established the foundation two years earlier than Lu Shiyi, but he is still at the beginning level of cultivation.

Lu Shiyi listened to the other party chanting a lot, and when he was dizzy, he almost thought that this was his tactic, only to find that Zheng Yi was really lazy in his cultivation, and even covered himself after being cut a little by the knife he sacrificed. Wound began to cry loudly.

"I... hiccup... I admit defeat!" He cried so hard that Zheng Yi even hiccupped twice.

Lu Shiyi didn't know what expression to use to face each other. Fortunately, after he conceded defeat, the two were sent out of the magic weapon one after another.

Lu Shiyi won and Xiaobi was about to go back to Linchangyuan to celebrate with Shu Mo, but Zheng Yi saw them on the sword casting platform, wiped his nose and chased after them.

"Dao...you..." Zheng Yi ran after him with short legs, followed by a child who was about his age.

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