When the cannon fodder meets the villain boss

Yu Chicheng, the Jade Young Master among the Top Ten Young Masters.He is the son of an elder in the sect, and he is alone, but the elder also has relatives besides this son, but these relatives are farther away, Wufu and so on are no longer counted, at most they all bear the surname of Yuchi, that's all. This Yuchi Zhenjue could barely be regarded as Young Master Yu's cousin, a distant cousin.But it was only because he flattered Mr. Yu that Yu Chicheng would take care of him a little bit, just like covering his younger brother.

Nangong Weiran has seen Xiaobi's master list this time. Since he went to the Xiuzhe record to change her cultivation level to show her cultivation level in the late foundation establishment period, that Xiaobi's master list also ranked her in the top two. Ten, maybe because he has never appeared in front of people, and he doesn't know everything about him, but he is only ranked No. 20 according to his cultivation.

This Yuchi Zhenjue is rightly ranked No.11 because of his background and the red-hot magic weapons in his hands!How did he become the person who was on top of him in his mouth?

Nangong Weiran couldn't help frowning, feeling like he was being calculated.

Of course Situ Cang, who was watching the battle under the stage, also thought of it. Thinking of Dongfang Aotian's little move just now, he could easily guess who did it.In his memory, Dongfang Aotian's popularity has always been surprisingly good, most of the elders in the division would care for him, except for those who particularly hate him, the seniors would call him brothers, or simply become his younger brothers.Most of the female cultivators in the sect fell in love with him.

Nangong Weiran once said what kind of pig's feet aura is, and in Situ Cang's view, this is the effect of Dongfang Aotian's luck.However, it is not that the people used can always have great luck, even if it is a saint, it is impossible, not to mention that Dongfang Aotian does not have anything to suppress luck, and his dizziness changes every moment, constantly increasing or decreasing , It is also very easy to lose his luck.

However, Situ Cang did not act at this time, nor did he expose Dongfang Aotian's tricks. For the past five years, Nangong Weiran has only cultivated under his guidance and has no experience in battle. It is time for Nangong Weiran to hone his skills. In the eyes of Dongfang Aotian, it is a good whetstone.

It's useless to talk too much, Nangong Weiran also portrayed himself as a quiet and indifferent person, how could he explain it to others?

"Please." With just one word, Nangong Weiran drew out the Flowing Sword. It wasn't that Nangong Weiran was cautious, but that Yuchi Zhenjue was more ostentatious than him.

Nangong Weiran only had this third-rank defensive dharma robe and this flowing sword, nothing else.After all, no matter how much Situ Cang dotes on Nangong Weiran, he also understands that the flowers in the greenhouse cannot survive in the cultivation world.

Yuchi Zhenjue is also a sword cultivator, his cultivation base is in the late stage of foundation establishment, and he seems to be on par with Nangong Weiran.Just with a thought, a third-grade sword appeared in his hand.

This is a move to let Situ Cang in the audience know that this is a contest that there is no need to watch again. Jianxiu attaches great importance to the sword in his hand, or he will be like a swordsman in the martial arts world of the mortal world. The sword never leaves the body, such as Nangong Weiran, or it will be warmed in the dantian, such as Situ Cang.

But Yuchi Zhenjue's flying sword was placed in the storage bag.

He is not a qualified swordsman.

Situ Cang closed his eyes, and the sword moves in his mind were constantly deduced. Situ Cang would never be lazy when it came to training. He couldn't meditate or temper his sword intent here, but he could start to master the sword moves.

There were bursts of exclamations in my ears.

"My God, the flying swords of these two people are all third-grade! He, mother, really have spirit stones!"

"Senior Brother Yuchi is Young Master Yu's distant cousin, what are these magic weapons?"

"Who is this Nangong Weiran, why haven't I heard of it before?"

"I know, she is Ling Tianfeng Yuxuzi's new disciple five years ago, but she is of the Tianzi generation!"

"Oh my God, don't we want to call him uncle?"

"That's right, look at the sword intent!"

Situ Cang didn't open his eyes, he was very familiar with that sword intent, it was Nangong Weiran's flowing sword intent, for this sword intent Nangong Weiran stayed in the sword intent formation for three months, and also practiced swords in the stream of Lingtian Peak for half a year.

The sword intent is as free and unpredictable as flowing water, making it difficult for people to catch a trace of stagnation.

Sword Intent Heart Turning is not a simple name.

The next moment, another sword intent appeared in Situ Cang's perception. It was like fire, and it was a sword intent with fire attributes. It was the same as Situ Cang, but it was far from Situ Cang's realm, and even worse than Nangong Weiran. Comprehend the sword intent, the sword intent is still very rough, not at all as delicate as Nangong Weiran.

"It's really amazing that both of them have comprehended the sword intent." Some people exclaimed, it must be known that the sword intent is very difficult to comprehend even for sword cultivators. Just comprehend the sword intent.

Yuchi Zhenjue's face was a little ugly. She has two fire and gold spiritual roots, but her cultivation speed is faster than other geniuses with a single spiritual root. It's all because of his surname, and he curry favor with Young Master Yu, who has a lot of spiritual stones and pills for him to consume.In order to make himself appear more genius, he flattered Young Master Yu and asked her to borrow the sword furnace. Only then did he realize the sword intent, and was going to make another blockbuster in the small competition in the door, but he didn't expect to meet an opponent the first time he used the sword intent. This Nangong Weiran, who hides his head and shows his tail, unexpectedly has sword intent, and his realm is higher than him.

Seeing Nangong Weiran unhurriedly draw the sword, Yuchi Zhenjue narrowed his eyes coldly. As a member of Yuchi's family, he knew more than just the meaning of swords.

The moment he drew his sword back, a dozen paper symbols appeared in his hand, and he threw them into the air the next moment.

"It's a blasting blade talisman. A first-grade spirit talisman." Someone in the audience recognized the paper talisman, and couldn't help swallowing. A first-grade talisman is a second-grade spirit stone, and this use is twelve. It's really a local tyrant.

Some cultivators who were born in the mortal world and were not valued much even as apprentices were jealous. The cultivators in the foundation period can only receive ten second-grade spirit stones from the sect in a month.

Ignoring the comments of the people below, Yuchi Zhenjue pinched the seal, "Explosive!"

The twelve paper talismans exploded immediately, and hundreds of wind blades from Huawei rushed directly at Nangong Weiran, sealing his front, left, and right sides. If he retreated, he would fall off the ring, and he would lose.

Situ Cang suddenly lost even the last trace of interest in watching the battle. The sword repairer actually didn't fight with a sword, but with a paper talisman?It really humiliated the word Jianxiu.

Faced with such a sudden change, Nangong Weiran's expression was calm and indifferent. Although no one could see him wearing a mask, the sword in his hand was pointing forward, and the sword intent gathered at the tip of his sword. , but it does not mean that he can only use it in water. In fact, air is no different from water in his opinion.

"Rage!" Nangong Weiran stabbed out with a sword.

Immediately, everyone had hallucinations, as if they were in a turbulent river, and a raging wave swept the surrounding water waves straight to the embankment, beating heavily on the embankment.

"Ah!" A scream woke everyone up, and the next moment they saw Yuchi Zhenjue knocked off the ring and fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, staining his fine clothes red.

Looking at the arena again, Nangong Weiran maintained the posture of stabbing with a sword, the air on the stage seemed to be sponged by the sea waves, and it seemed extremely calm.

"The winner, No. 27." The referee at the alchemy stage announced.