Fu Luan

The next day, Flowing Fire Island.

Before taking the stage, Le Wuyan looked at the other three opponents who were also waiting by the stage, two late-stage Jindan and one peak Jindan. people.

The four-person scuffle dragged on for an exceptionally long time, and when it was Le Wuyan's turn, it was already past noon.

The four of them jumped onto the stage at the same time, each occupying a corner of the competition stage, wary of each other, and no one made a move first.

Le Wuyan won the first few rounds by leapfrogging, but the other three are also the proud sons of the great sect, and their cultivation base is at least two steps higher than Le Wuyan. He was on guard, but the opponent he really put in his eyes was not him.

Le Wuyan saw through their thoughts at a glance, and being so happy, it is not a good thing to be the target of public criticism.

During the stalemate, one of the late-stage cultivators suddenly said to Le Wuyan and the other: "I'll wait for the three of you to join forces first to drive him out of the stage, and then each will have a chance."

He was referring to the opponent at the peak cultivation level, and the three of them had reached a consensus in one sentence.

Le Wuyan also had no objection, although the monk at the peak of Jindan was also a member of the Taiyi Immortal Sect and a disciple of a certain Mahayana elder, but on this competition stage, there was no talk of camaraderie.

How could the cultivator at the peak of his cultivation sit still and wait for death, he sneered, and without waiting for their reaction, he acted first, raised his sword in his hand, and slashed out with a powerful sword intent sweeping forward.

He is also a swordsman.

Those two were caught off guard and were injured by the sword intent. They each retreated a few feet, vomited blood, and almost fell off the stage.

However, Le Wuyan had sensed his intention the moment the other party moved his fingers, protected his body with the Phoenix True Spirit, and threw a spiritual weapon to resist. It also dissipated, unable to get close to Le Wuyan.

The other party didn't seem to expect that Le Wuyan could block this blow, slightly surprised, his eyes fell on him.

The other two slowed down, took this opportunity to rush forward together, a crackling thunder and lightning flashed in the palm of one of them, flashing dazzling golden light, and bombarded out one after another, one's arms danced wildly, densely packed thousands of fists struck the sky and covered the earth Next, the sword cultivator quickly had no time to take care of Le Wuyan, and started fighting with the two of them.

For a moment, thunder and lightning flashed on the competition stage, fist shadows roared wildly, and sword intent surged.

The three fought fiercely, Le Wuyan watched for a while, and suddenly moved.

I saw his figure flashing continuously, as light as flying catkins, suddenly passed through the gap between the attacks of the other two, and appeared behind the sword cultivator like a ghost. , Le Wuyan, relying on the body protection of the true spirit, never dodges or dodges, pinches out thousands of changes in the fingers in one breath, and strikes the opponent fiercely with the formed talisman.

Jianxiu also has spiritual protection around his body, but the power of the talisman formed by Le Wuyan is far beyond what he thought. This time, he was hit close to the vitals, although it was not fatal, the dantian meridian and internal organs vibrated together But it was uncomfortable, and the sword intent to strike again stagnated for a moment. Seeing this, the other two took advantage of the situation to attack separately, and the attack methods became more and more fierce.

Le Wuyan succeeded in the sneak attack, did not love to fight, and quickly retreated.

That sword cultivator is worthy of being the proud disciple of the elder of the Taiyi Immortal Sect. Under such circumstances, he quickly adjusted back, bit the tip of his tongue, and the spiritual power in his body soared. Use the out-of-body true energy to blast away the shadows of fists that came continuously from the other side.

The two of them didn't expect that the sword repairman could react like this. They wanted to finish him off with one move, but when they attacked, they got too close and were injured by his sword intent instead.

In this way, no one was in the right place, and the three of them were all aroused, and a new round of fighting skills started again.

Le Wuyan was not idle either, and from time to time he took advantage of people's unpreparedness to make sneak attacks. Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, he couldn't just hide and wait and see. Those three people were not fools. They teamed up to blow off the stage first.

But except for the first attack, he only used [-]% of his strength for each subsequent attack, which was completely fake, consuming that sword repairman, and also consuming the other two.

On the other side of the island, Qin Ziyu was fighting fiercely with others, and it was also going to the most critical moment.

Qin Ziyu had good luck this time. One of the three opponents was in the early stage of foundation establishment like him, and the other two were only in the middle stage of cultivation.

They have played two-on-two from the very beginning, and the two mid-stage cultivators decided to solve one of them first, and then decide the winner, but they have made it to this point, even if they are early-stage cultivators, they still have some skills Yes, Qin Ziyu changed his moves with a new sword formula that he had just figured out last night, and finally picked his opponent off the stage, and went to help another early-stage cultivator who was struggling to support him. After that, they joined forces to kill the only remaining one The opponent with a mid-term cultivation base was also driven off the stage.

In the end, only Qin Ziyu was left to fight against another person with the same cultivation level as him, and Qin Ziyu had an obvious advantage.

Xie Shigu appeared in the middle of the competition and was watching with great interest from the audience. When Qin Ziyu finally won this round and came off the stage, he clapped his hands twice, and said with a smile: "It's very powerful. Three enemies can also win."

His smile was too bright, and Qin Ziyu was a little uncomfortable: "...It is the swordsmanship given by the lord."

Xie Shigu: "Your understanding is also good, let's go, as usual, let's go drink."

Just finished speaking, someone from the Supreme Immortal League came over and hurriedly came to thank Shigu to report that his Taoist companion had suffered from a cold and fever, and had been ill for two days.

"It's been two days and you're only talking now? Are you all trash?" Xie Shigu's expression turned cold, and after he threw this sentence, he fled away.

Qin Ziyu was startled, and when he looked up, the figure of the man had disappeared.

"Ziyu!"

Yu Weiqiu's shout sounded behind him, Qin Ziyu turned back to his senses, Yu Weiqiu came striding forward, and asked him excitedly: "You won?"

Qin Ziyu nodded: "Senior brother Yu also won?"

"I won," Yu Weiqiu asked curiously, "I didn't expect Ziyu to hide it? Your swordsmanship is really powerful, did your little uncle teach you?"

Qin Ziyu responded vaguely, and didn't want to elaborate, so Yu Weiqiu believed it: "Let's go, let's go to Liuhuo Island and see what's going on with Uncle Qing."

When the two of them arrived, Le Wuyan was being attacked from both sides.

The thick thunderbolt shot at him, the thunder roared, chasing Le Wuyan without letting go, the place where it passed was scorched, and there were countless tiny crackling thunderbolts entwined into threads, separating from the thunderbolt Come out, weave it into a net, and try to imprison Le Wuyan in it. If the flesh is accidentally touched by those Leisi, it will be charred into charcoal immediately, and more Leisi will be entangled.

There was another gust of fist wind, accompanied by the monk's violent shouting, and the sound of non-stop explosions. The shadow of the fist chased Le Wuyan's figure, and every time it fell, it was an iron fist entity that condensed a thousand catties of gravity, as if it could Shaking the sky and the earth, the fist shadow hit the ground, and there were even cracks on the table, like cracked lines, spreading in all directions.

Le Wuyan didn't fight back, but only protected himself with his true spirit, and kept spinning and dodging at an extremely fast speed, his steps changed rapidly, his figure almost turned into a phantom, and he fled here and there on the entire competition stage, but he was not in a panic. Even with ease, as if teasing the two of them, wasting their spiritual energy.

Yu Weiqiu glanced at his fellow disciple who had fallen off the stage before and was recovering from injuries, and said in surprise, "Senior Brother Qian came down first?"

"Three against one, and then two against one." Qin Ziyu had already understood the strategy of the other two on the stage. First, they would kill the strongest one together, and then join forces to deal with the weakest one.

Yu Weiqiu was a little worried when he heard the words, and subconsciously wanted to ask Xu Youming, but when he turned his head and saw his heavy eyes staring at the people on the stage, he stopped talking.

...I'm afraid that the little uncle is more nervous than them, so I don't ask.

The situation on the stage suddenly changed again. Le Wuyan, who had been running around and evading before, suddenly stopped, and the moment he turned around, he threw out his red waist in his hand, and rushed towards the barbed iron whip who had been chasing him. The thunder pillar he didn't let go crashed into it, moving forward like a broken bamboo all the way, the thunder pillar was split by the iron whip like chopping wood, scattered in all directions, but within a breath or two, when the opponent came back to his senses, the red waist was gone. Arriving in front of him, it pierced hard through the palm of his hand that released Lei Zhu.

The monk screamed and tried to shake off the red waist, but the iron whip that had penetrated the back of his hand remained motionless, as if it had been nailed into his palm, and the barbs pierced into his flesh and blood.

Le Wuyan jumped up, blocked the heavy fist that fell on him again from behind, raised the red waist in his hand high, brought up the monk who was restrained by it, and then slammed on the spot, the man was caught He was drawn from a high place onto the competition stage, spit out a big mouthful of blood, and rolled down the stage.

The accident happened so fast that before the spectators could even react, Le Wuyan had already turned around to deal with the last remaining opponent.

The red waist danced wildly, constantly pumping out the fist wind, and the red branch also came out from his hair, shuttled among the shadows of the heavy fists, cutting off one after another heavy punches like a melon knife.

The opponent was forced to change his attack method and tried to suppress him with spiritual power. Le Wuyan was not at all afraid, and when the opponent's palm of spiritual power came to him, he took it hard and walked forward step by step.

The other party's eyes widened in astonishment, panting heavily, and asked him, "What is it that protects you all over your body? Why are all attacks useless to you?"

"It's not useless, but your cultivation base is too low." Le Wuyan said.

He didn't lie, only a person whose cultivation base is three big realms higher than him can break through the protective spirit around him, but the other party obviously didn't think so, and took this sentence as a provocative statement, and became angry, His eyes were red, spiritual weapons, exercises, talismans, all kinds of messy attacks came at Le Wuyan at the same time.

Le Wuyan knew that this person's Dao heart was already in chaos, so he slowly raised his hand, and suddenly cast a talisman between his two fingers, and rushed straight to the opposite door.

The talisman came in front of the opponent, and the rune on it was full of red light, which was printed into the forehead of the opponent. The man's consciousness was impacted by the red light, and he was completely confused, as if he had lost his mind, and all the attacks released were aimed at himself go.

Le Wuyan just watched coldly from the side, and after waiting for a while, the other party was seriously injured under his own random offensive, and fell off the stage in embarrassment.

Le Wuyan won.

After stepping off the stage, Yu Weiqiu was greeted with flattery. Le Wuyan smiled and asked him and Qin Ziyu: "What about you? You also won?"

"Yes," Yu Weiqiu said happily, "I won, and Ziyu won too."

Le Wuyan looked at Xu Youming with a smile, Xu Youming's tense expression relaxed slightly, and nodded at him: "Very good."

He won't say extravagant compliments, these two words are already his high praise for people, Le Wuyan is satisfied: "Let's go, let's find a place to celebrate."

After today's match, the next round will have to wait until three days later, so you can really relax for a while.

Qin Ziyu said that he didn't want to go, and wanted to go back to Zixiao Island to hurry up and practice. No matter how Yu Weiqiu persuaded him, he didn't change his mind and insisted on leaving.

Le Wuyan patted the gloomy Yu Weiqiu on the shoulder: "Let's go, you're not charming enough, Little Peony, to drink with you, let's give up as soon as possible."

Yu Weiqiu asked him: "Then who is enough?"

Le Wuyan choked for a moment, and laughed dryly: "Anyway, you are not enough, I am not enough, not even the immortal, why are there so many nonsense, are you going?"

Yu Weiqiu: "... let's go."

The main island is nearby. They went there to find a big restaurant and ordered a table of good wine and food.

After sitting down and drinking two glasses of wine, I heard someone talking outside, saying that at noon just now, another person on another island was killed by a demon cultivator, and this time it was a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage.

Le Wuyan was very surprised when he heard the words, and asked Xu Youming for confirmation: "Another person died?"

Xu Youming: "Well, the Yuanying stage monk of Dian Cangzong died in the mountain forest on the island where the competition was held early in the morning. Like the previous three, he was killed by the evil cultivator and emptied his internal organs. The gods were also swallowed."

This is the third murder of a demonic cultivator in a row in the past few days, and this time it was a cultivator from the Great Sect who suffered the disaster.

Le Wuyan asked: "Where's the evil demon Xiu who harmed people? Have you caught him?"

"No." Xu Youming shook his head slightly.

Yu Weiqiu swallowed hard: "...how could this happen?"

This kid still doesn't know about the evil demon cultivating the house, his father didn't tell him, and Le Wuyan didn't plan to say it, so as not to scare him and make him unstable in the future competition.

In fact, the incidents of evil spirits cultivating and hurting people have occurred frequently in various places in the past two years, and it is not uncommon for them to appear here. The world just did not expect them to be so courageous, daring to kill people under the noses of the top Taoist venerables.

Xu Youming wanted to say something, but suddenly he received a subpoena. After seeing it, his expression was slightly cold, and Le Wuyan asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Youming said: "You said to try Xiang Zhiyuan, I sent someone there."

Le Wuyan: "And then?"

Xu Youming: "There is no flaw."

It's not difficult to try Xiang Zhiyuan, he had offended too many people in Taiyi Xianzong before, Xu Youming could easily find someone to trouble him.

But the summons he received just now said that the old boy was beaten almost to death, and he still hasn't shown any flaws.

Either they guessed wrong, or Xiang Zhiyuan had taken precautions.

Yu Weiqiu asked curiously: "Little Martial Uncle, Qing Junior Martial Uncle, what are you talking about? What happened to Xiang Zhiyuan?"

Le Wuyan didn't want to explain: "It's nothing, I don't like him, just find someone to teach him a lesson."

Yu Weiqiu muttered a few words, halfway through the drink, Uncle Feng and the others found him and took him away first.

Seeing Yu Weiqiu reluctantly followed the others away, Le Wuyan sighed casually: "Verun Huaiyuan is probably also worried that his precious son will be targeted by the demon cultivator."

When he said this, his voice suddenly paused, and said: "This kid has been targeted before!"

"Well," Xu Youming said, "His identity is hard not to be coveted."

Le Wuyan: "So at that time, Xie Shigu killed the man first, was it really intentional? Did he really have an affair with the evil cultivator? He couldn't be the evil cultivator, right?"

"He's not." Xu Youming said firmly.

Le Wuyan: "Does he have an affair with the evil spirit Xiu?"

Xu Youming: "It's hard to say."

Le Wuyan: "Then I have to remind Little Peony."

"It's useless for you to say it," Xu Youming glanced over, "You don't have evidence, he may not be able to listen to it, his Taoism has already been influenced by that person, and he has a demon, you talk too much, It will just backfire."

Le Wuyan frowned: "You know this, so why don't you let it go?"

Xu Youming said, "I will give him a suitable protective object, but if he is bound to suffer such a catastrophe, the only way to resolve it is to experience it personally."

Le Wuyan opened his mouth, but couldn't find any more words to refute.

Xu Youming picked up the jug, poured wine for him, and softened his voice: "Drink."