[Transmigration Book] Forced to the days of the Holy Father

Lu Yao directly used the flying magic weapon to bring Yunzheng to an empty place suitable for competition.

Seeing Lu Yao's ready expression, Yun Zheng knew that he was serious, not joking with himself.

Yun Zheng looked at this place, it was located in a remote place, and the surroundings were quiet, most people would not come here.

It really is a good place to compete.

"It seems that you have been prepared for a long time," Yun Zheng said with a smile, "When did you find the place?"

Lu Yao cleared his cough and rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "It didn't take long. When I passed by, I found this place is pretty good."

"You really want to compete with me?" Yun Zheng stopped smiling and looked at him seriously, "I won't show mercy."

"Take it as a practice in advance. Anyway, going to the Zhegui Club is about fighting with others. Why don't you see how well each other has cultivated." Lu Yao also said seriously, "There are many people in the Zhegui Club. It’s good to be prepared.”

Yun Zheng nodded.

Lu Yao put his hands to his lips, and a green and transparent flute appeared between his hands.

Holding the flute in his hand, he looked at Yun Zheng with a smile: "Start."

Yun Zheng's right hand summoned the Polar Star Sword, and the blade was glowing with blue light.

There was a long flute sound, which was different from the tune played by Xindie in the previous year.

Nian Xindie uses spiritual power as an infusion, pouring it on the sound of the flute, and using the sound to summon the poison thousands of miles away.

However, the sound of Lu Yao's flute directly turned into a sharp weapon. As soon as the sound of the flute played, a lot of green light formed around Yun Zheng, surrounding him.

Yun Zheng was hidden in the green light and did not move.

After a while, his hands moved.

There seemed to be a huge amount of energy surging in the palm, and it was constantly being exerted on the Jixing Sword. After that, everything seemed to be enough.

The Jixing sword moved slightly, and the green light that originally surrounded Yunzheng was instantly cut away.

It turned into pieces of green paper, falling to the ground one after another, melting into the soil.

The blue light of the Pole Star Sword reflected Yun Zheng's white and blue clothes.

It's really a son like jade.

Yun Zheng didn't even wave the pole star.

There was a hint of surprise in Lu Yao's eyes, he raised his eyebrows and waved his backhand.

The green flute was thrown into the air.

Stopped in the open space between the two of them.

The green light on Dizi's body became brighter and brighter, and finally, it condensed into a small circle of light.

Yun Zheng looked at the ball of green light, a little confused about its next move.

Immediately afterwards, he understood its usefulness.

because……

The light of the Polar Star Sword in Yun Zheng's hand gradually dimmed.

That ball of green light actually dispelled the aura on the Pole Star Sword!

Lu Yao attacked almost at this moment, he held a strange spell in his right hand, and was about to stick it on Yun Zheng's body.

Yun Zheng dodged sideways. He bit his finger and dripped blood on the sword.

The red blood melted into the pole star, with a bright red light.

Afterwards, a blue light slowly glowed on the Polar Star Sword, suppressing the red light.

Yun Zheng's blood broke the restriction imposed by the green flute on the Jixing Sword.

"The Polar Star Sword is indeed the sword of the king. It only needs the blood of the sword owner to lift any imprisonment."

Lu Yao said so, but his hands didn't stop. He summoned the flute back, turned it into a small spot of light, and swallowed it into his mouth.

"Then I won't be polite." He chuckled, and a green sword appeared in his right hand.

The patterns and patterns, as well as the aura that the sword brings to others, are extremely similar to Lu Yaocai's flute just now.

"It's the Yuxi Sword..."

The Yuxi sword can be transformed into a jade flute. At the beginning, it can remove the hostility from the enemy's magic weapon, suppress their spiritual power, make it lose its spirituality, and become a waste weapon for a period of time and cannot be used.

And monks who have lost their magic weapon are not to be feared at all.

After that, it can transform into a spirit sword and take the initiative to attack.

The Jixing Sword buzzed, as if sensing the strength of the opponent, with a hint of excitement.

Yun Zheng pointed his sword at Lu Yao.

The Yuxi sword confronted Jixing, and the coercion emitted directly messed up the clothes of the two of them, intending to blow them away.

The sound of "Boom" was the crisp sound produced when the Yuxi sword blocked the blow of the Jixing sword.

When the two faced each other, they were evenly matched.

Yun Zheng and Lu Yao just made eye contact, and both of them had faint smiles on their faces.

They competed for half an hour, and in the end, they finally knew that they couldn't beat each other.

Lu Yao was the first to withdraw his hand, sighed, and said: "I thought I could win you once, but who knows that you look thin and weak, but you are full of spiritual power. If you don't stop, I will win you!" But it's an ugly loss..."

Because of lack of energy, cough cough...

Sweat gradually formed on Yunzheng's face, he wiped it off with his hand, and said with a smile: "Although it is important to practice moves hard, maintaining the balance of spiritual power is the most important thing to pay attention to. What can I do to exhaust your spiritual power."

He looked at the Yuxi Sword in Lu Yao's hand, and remembered what Senior Sister Gu had said to him before, and said, "The Yuxi Sword will consume a lot of your strength, so you should be more careful."

"I know, I know." Lu Yao nodded sharply.

Lu Yao is also very clear that using the Yuxi sword is still very difficult for him now.

But he originally thought that by dispelling the mana on the Jixing sword in a short time, he would be able to win Yunzheng.

Unexpectedly, it was really a mistake!

Thinking of this, Lu Yao asked: "The Pole Star Sword should also consume your spiritual energy, how do you maintain the spiritual energy?"

Yun Zheng's gaze was on the blue spirit sword, with a slight smile in his eyes, "When you can sense the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of the spirit sword, then everything you just said will not be a problem."

Lu Yao patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "At first I was worried that you would not adapt to the atmosphere of the Zhegui Club, but it seems that you cooperate well with the natal magic weapon."

Seeing that Lu Yao mentioned the "Zhe Gui Hui", and there was a bit of fear of this competition in his words, Yun Zheng couldn't help but look up at him, and asked softly: "The eighth senior sister also told me before, to be careful about winning Gui Gui" Lu Yao, do you know anything about the competition project?"

"I probably know a little bit, but it's just superficial." Lu Yao said.

Then, he continued: "I heard from my seniors that the competitions in each Zhegui meeting are different, and the questions are all kinds of strange and overwhelming, and many people suffer from it. The first ones are the elders of Nanyan Hall, and then they will be reviewed by other sects to determine the final competition topic. Those elders usually look serious and serious, but in fact they have a bad stomach! Including the elders of my Biyun Pavilion! I am leaving Before, they also said to me earnestly, let me take care..."

When Lu Yao said these words, he looked extremely depressed.

When Yun Zheng thought of the scene at that time, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing Lu Yao looking at him pitifully, he quickly stopped laughing and comforted him: "Both the left and the right are going, and you are not the only one being teased, everyone is equal."

"Why don't I feel any comfort after hearing your words..." Lu Yao said quietly.

Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing.

Looking at the sky, he said to Lu Yao: "It's getting late, let's go back."

Lu Yao nodded in agreement.

When they went back, Yan Runzhi and the others were already waiting for them on the first floor.

Seeing that Yunzheng finally came back, Yan Runzhi gave him a seat, "Junior brother, sit down."

When he saw the person behind Yunzheng, he smiled and said, "This is Lu Yao from Biyun Pavilion, right? When I was in Cangyun Peak, I often heard Yunzheng mention you, and I have admired you for a long time."

Lu Yao sat down next to Yunzheng, and when he heard Yan Runzhi say this, he blinked at Yunzheng with a smile on his face.

Wen Yuze bit his chopsticks boredly, suddenly seemed to see something, his eyes lit up, and shouted: "Jiu Niang!"

The rest stood up and called out "Jiu Niang".

Hua Jiuniang came over with a smile, nodded, and motioned them to sit down.

Behind her are several guys carrying dishes.

Hua Jiuniang turned sideways and asked them to bring things up one by one.

"These can increase the aura in the body and have a nourishing effect." Hua Jiuniang introduced with a smile.

After finishing speaking, she shifted her gaze to Yun Zheng and asked, "Have you taken the elixir?"

"I've already taken it, Jiuniang don't worry." Yun Zheng replied obediently.

"Jiu Niang, is there any interesting place nearby? I'm so bored in the inn all day." Wen Yuze asked with a smile.

The Wen family and Hua Jiuniang are also related by blood, and Ban Busheng was also invited by the Wen family to treat Yunzheng with the help of Ban Busheng, and Wen Yuze also knew Hua Jiuniang.

Hua Jiuniang thought for a moment, but didn't answer his question directly, instead she asked, "What are you going to do?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in the words.

But Wen Yuze could hear a dangerous aura from inside.

If Jiuniang told her family that she only cared about playing all day...

He will definitely be taught a bad lesson!

Thinking of the consequences, Wen Yuze shook his head, and seriously refused: "No, I am addicted to cultivation, I love cultivation!"

Crowd: ...

He was instantly defeated by Wen Yuze's thick skin.

Seeing that Wen Yuze was so sensible, Hua Jiuniang nodded with satisfaction, and then chuckled: "Okay, I won't disturb your meal anymore, take it easy."

Hua Jiuniang turned around gracefully and walked slowly towards the back kitchen.

"How are they?" Jiu Niang asked when the group of monks woke up.

"Reporting to Master, they have no impression of what happened before, so they can't ask anything." Someone replied.

"That's it," Hua Jiuniang sighed, then smiled, "Let them keep the spirit stone and get lost."