Mistress, she has to be my master

On the stage, the battle between Wen Jiayin and nephew Yinxiu was heating up, at least that nephew Zhao thought so.

Is this really the early stage of foundation building?Are you sure it's not the late stage of Foundation Establishment or even Dzogchen?Why does a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment have such a strong reserve of spiritual power?Is it really normal to have no exhaustion reaction until now?

A copy of "One Hundred Thousand Whys" appeared in Nephew Zhao's mind. There were countless questions he couldn't ask, but in the end he could only turn into a wry smile on his lips.

He knows that sword cultivators are domineering, and it is as easy as drinking water for a real beginner sword cultivator to cross the border. He has also sparred with sword cultivators, but he has not been suppressed so miserably.

Is this the disciple Sword Master chose?It really is extraordinary.

He knew that Jianxiu must not be allowed to get close to him, otherwise, even if he had a cultivation base in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, there would be nothing he could do.

The desolate sound of the flute continued, and after his defense failed to stop Wen Jiayin's three swords, he immediately gave up blocking Wen Jiayin's footsteps and used his best sound illusion technique instead.

This technique consumes a lot of consciousness, thin sweat broke out on his forehead, and the sharp pain stimulated his brain.

But fortunately, the effect was very good, and even the people around were affected and began to attack indiscriminately, and Wen Jiayin's pressing rhythm finally stopped, and he began to attack the phantom he created as he wished.

But is it really so...

The sound of the flute is still going on, and Nephew Zhao continues to weave the illusion carefully. He hopes that Wen Jiayin will "accidentally" walk out of the border and be automatically sentenced to elimination.

Of course, this nephew Zhao didn't pin all his hopes on Wen Jiayin's own exit. As soon as he turned his flute, the melodious music flowed out, and the people around him who were affected raised their weapons one after another, attacking Wen Jiayin. go.

Wen Jiayin seemed to be really affected, turning a blind eye to those who came to attack, and only attacking the phantoms woven by the performers.

All kinds of spells flashing with dazzling light hit Wen Jiayin like meteors, only a huge explosion sounded, and the smoke and dust enveloped Wen Jiayin's figure.

Unsuspectingly being directly hit by so many attacks, he didn't believe that the opponent still had the ability to fight!

"Fourth Form: Turning Rain into Condensation."

A voice like a death talisman sounded behind Martial Nephew Zhao, his heart stopped beating, and he instinctively mobilized all his spiritual power for defense.

"Fire rain..." The moment Nephew Zhao turned his head to defend himself, he saw the magnificent scene of fire and rain all over the sky. The shining light spots were like the fireworks that he had seen in his hometown when he was young. It was dazzling, but also endless. danger.

It's just that these raindrops did not fall on the ground according to their fate, but were gathered in one place, which was the tip of Wen Jiayin's sword.

The off-white sword body turned into fiery red glass, and the violent power contained in it shocked people's hearts.

It's over... Nephew Zhao thought.

Not only will he stop in the arena of melee, but he will also end up in the same end as the previous person... I hope my junior uncle will be merciful.

Suddenly, the pain he expected didn't come, Little Martial Uncle Wen's sword suddenly turned around, and he himself was kicked firmly by Wen Jiayin, and was kicked away...

Unfortunately, he went out of bounds.

Wen Jiayin just wanted him to leave the center of a huge energy impact as quickly as possible. As for whether he would be kicked out of bounds, that was not Wen Jiayin's concern, it purely depended on the opponent's luck.

Isn't the old saying good that luck is also a kind of strength?Obviously, his strength is not very good. In various senses, he used sound illusion, and Wen Jiayin also used illusion to make him think that his illusion was successful. The "Wen Jiayin" he saw was just a product of illusion. To put it simply, I was trapped by the anti-routine~

It's really far from cold crisp.

"Leave!" Not far from Wen Jiayin, the person who was keenly aware of the spiritual violence around him ran away.

"Hahahaha..." With a bold laugh, a huge hammer suddenly appeared in the sky and collided with Wen Jiayin's sword.

Different from Wen Jiayin's violent power, the master holding the sledgehammer was as imposing as a mountain, which gave Wen Jiayin the illusion that he was fighting against the mountain.

"..." Wen Jiayin recognized who the opponent was. He was the disciple of the master of Baijin Peak. Iron bumps, those arms are thicker than Wen Jiayin's waist!

It is worthy of being a blacksmith!

"Boom!" The disciples who were closer were blown away by the turbulent air waves. Even if they were not blown away, their eyes were almost blinded by the dazzling light!

"It's so hot!" The fire splashed by Wen Jiayin accidentally touched some unsuspecting disciples, and the terrifying power that directly passed through the defense of the foundation-building cultivator and burned the Taoist body made them howl and demand to retire.

"What a domineering power!" Wan Weihao praised. Under his heavy blow that absolutely did not let the water go, Wen Jiayin not only was not sent flying, but she caught the move steadily, and her sharp sword His hand hurt even through the hammer head, and the temperature of the flame made his magic weapon rapidly heat up to the point of being slightly hot!This fire is absolutely extraordinary!

"Master is right, you should be a member of our Baijian Peak! It's a waste to follow Zhenjun Xinjun!" Wan Weihao's huge voice was unconcealed, and it was directly transmitted to the places above the peak chiefs .

Facing the unwavering eyes of his junior sister, the master of Baijianfeng pretended to look away.

What kind of truth is that stupid apprentice talking about!See what trouble I have caused Master!

No... forget it.

Wen Jiayin looked at Bai Jianfeng's terrifying muscles that were inherited in the same strain, and she had some psychological shadows. Forget it, even at the beginning, she didn't want to join Bai Jianfeng's sect.

Although not everyone in Baijianfeng was like this, what if?What if she was trained by Bai Jianfengfeng to become like this?Thinking about it makes her eyes go dark, at that time she still wants to act like a baby with Shizun... Thinking about the scene is so disgusting, Shizun might slap herself directly to the bottom of the valley below Ling Jianfeng...

"Senior brother, be careful." The hammer and sword were still in a stalemate in the air, as if it was up to whoever was exhausted to retreat first, then he would definitely bear the combined blow of the two forces!

Wen Jiayin held the sword in his right hand and lightly tapped the tail of the sword with his left hand. Wan Weihao squinted his eyes and didn't know the meaning of the opponent's little move. In the next second, the fiery red sword body "pierced" through the hammer head and pierced his face!

Out of the human instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, Wan Weihao withdrew backwards. Just this small move directly tilted the balance of power in the confrontation between the two. Wen Jiayin took this opportunity to increase the input of spiritual power. Unexpectedly, they were all attacked.

"Wan Weihao lost?" A Foundation Establishment Dzogchen monk stopped attacking, and looked at the explosion in the air and asked inconceivably.

"How is it possible? Don't forget what road he built." Another Foundation Establishment Dzogchen said.

The two of them are the foundation-building Dzogchen monks who started tearing each other up as soon as they came on stage. Later, they found that there were too many little ants watching around, so they decided to practice their hands to clear the field before continuing to fight.

"Yeah, I was stupid, but our junior sister, your senior uncle is not a good one, let's see what's going on!" Someone never forgets to take advantage of his seniority when he says something, and conflicts often start from this. Start small.

The two Foundation Establishment Dzogchen began to compete again. This time, it was a bet on who would eliminate the most people. Whoever lost the bet would be responsible for serving tea to the other party for the next month. The contract was established, but it would be a pain for the other players on the field. people.

"Hahahaha, it turned out to be an illusion. No wonder that kid surnamed Zhao couldn't fool you. He is also a little bit good at sound illusion. It is not wronged to lose if you get it right!" The voice of the person in the middle is still so loud, and there is no feeling of qi deficiency.

Wen Jiayin landed first, lightly and almost silently, Wan Weihao landed next, and the floor gave him several cracks.

This arena is made of special minerals. After all, it has to carry all kinds of indiscriminate bombings by the monks who established the foundation. If it was an ordinary thing, it would have collapsed a long time ago.

Therefore, it is impossible for this senior brother Wan to break the cracks in the arena by relying on his weight. There is only one explanation, and that is because this senior brother Wan is a physical trainer...

God... Is this the legendary body repairer who tried to open a ladle with a hammer from behind, but the other party only felt bitten by a mosquito?So scary!

To deal with this kind of physical training, ordinary moves are probably not painful to him. Didn't you see that after taking her move of Huayu Ningyuan and the backlash of his own strength, this big brother is fine?

How far has this senior brother practiced the body training method? If the strongest attack on a single body is useless, what should I do?Although Wen Jiayin didn't have a clue in her heart, she couldn't show it on the surface, and she must not let her opponent discover her shortcomings!

By the way, Wen Jiayin suddenly discovered that Wan Weihao's clothes had been burned with holes one after another. Although the overflowing flames were taken back by her immediately, the trauma caused was still there.

She almost forgot that her own flame is not a mortal thing, and a mortal body can't stop it at all, so what about physical training, she still has to suffer.

"Thousand weight pendant!" Without giving Wen Jiayin too much time to think, Wan Weihao raised his hammer and jumped up, and the mountain-like force enveloped Wen Jiayin again.

The ground under Wen Jiayin's feet began to crack, as if the terrible gravity was pressing on her. Although Wen Jiayin avoided it, she obviously felt that the speed she was proud of had slowed down.

"The speed is very fast. It seems that I have to increase the speed a little bit." Wan Weihao said all the way, and as soon as he pushed his feet hard, he rushed over like a cannonball.

Wen Jiayin almost swears, and once again used Huayu Ningyuan to meet the enemy. This time, Wan Weihao didn't know what method he used, and directly bounced her sword away.

"Drawing the ground is a prison." Wan Weihao's thick voice fell, and Wen Jiayin's feet were firmly bound by the ground grade soil system.

The opportunity for the Foundation Establishment cultivators to fight was only a blink of an eye, and Wen Jiayin didn't move in the first place, so he was naturally targeted by Wan Weihao who was chasing up.

She had to take a hammer head hard.

Wen Jiayin thought so, and did so,

"Dang!" With a solid blow, Wen Jiayin only felt that her right arm was directly disconnected from her brain.

No, I don't feel it...

"Little junior sister, why don't you admit defeat? Otherwise, senior brother might break your arm!"

It's not as dangerous as half of her fumbling around in Fumo Temple, let her admit defeat?impossible.

Otherwise, it will be set on fire, right?Dangerous thoughts popped up in Wen Jiayin's mind, and Xiao Wen, who was in a state of no clue, was prone to enter the irritable mode, and only the master's hug and high praise could heal it.

ah!By the way, maybe you can try it.

Wen Jiayin lowered her head slightly and closed her eyes. Wan Weihao thought she was going to admit defeat, and felt a little regretful, but she didn't know that she was recalling Xin Yun's words on the spot.

Xin Yun taught her the fifth form of swordsmanship, which has already crossed a level. The fifth form of sword moves and sword intent must complement each other, and the exploration of the fifth form of sword moves is also conducive to the comprehension of sword intent.

"If you want to comprehend the fifth form, you must first enter the state of the mind like still water, get rid of distracting thoughts, and only have the sword in your heart."

"The sword and you can get each other, the sword will be where the will is, the shape of the sword is born, but the heart will not change, the change of the sword can be found in the heart, and the end will be natural..."

Wan Weihao suddenly had a creepy feeling in his heart, and the suzerain who was sitting in the main seat in the stands suddenly stood up, staring at Wen Jiayin's direction, his beard trembling with excitement.

"The game is over!" At this moment, the elder who was the referee suddenly announced the end.

Wan Weihao slammed the hammer back, and the creepy feeling finally disappeared. He looked back and saw that the two competitive people had already cleared the field.

"Huh..." Wen Jiayin opened his eyes and sighed, failing.

It wasn't the referee's sudden interruption, it was her own problem.

"Junior Sister, I'm sorry, Senior Brother is a bit heavy-handed." Wan Weihao, who had suppressed all his power, looked like a stubborn man.

"It's okay, brother, it's on the field." Wen Jiayin said he didn't care.

"That's good, that's good, go back and let the people from Qinglian Peak look at their arms, don't delay the next game, brother will go first." Wan Weihao hurried off the stage.

The other two Foundation Establishment Dzogchen monks who stirred up the situation in the arena chased after them, slapped Wan Weihao and said, "How does it feel to compete with the cute little junior sister? Are you happy?"

"Pfft..." This shot directly slapped the blood that Wan Weihao was holding back in his throat.

"Wow! It's none of my business!" The person who made the move suddenly took a big step back.

Wan Weihao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said angrily to the man, "If you feel happy, next time you go."

He wasn't very happy anyway.

The author says:

感谢在2022-03-2901:01:07~2022-03-3001:32:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece of past events with the wind;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!