Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

The Great Elder was about to hold Xia Lang's hand for a while: "Yes..."

There is indeed such a rule in the martial arts tournament, but no one has brought it up for thousands of years, because it is very simple - the person who raises the challenge cannot use weapons to compete with the leader.

Cultivators don’t need weapons, just like chefs don’t have kitchen knives and painters don’t have paintbrushes. There is only one possibility that they can win without weapons. The difference in strength between the two sides is huge. However, the leaders of martial arts tournaments are usually dragons and phoenixes. How could it be possible? Will this happen?

So this rule has always existed, but few people have practiced it.

Ziyue was like facing a formidable enemy, so she held Xia Lang back: "Don't be impulsive! I think this person's skills are a bit evil!"

"I know," Xia Lang said, "but I have to go to Qingling Pond."

He must go to the master!

"But—" Before Ziyue finished speaking, Xia Lang had already untied the Frost Sword from his body and handed it to her: "Please take care of Ziyue Fairy for me."

Fairy Ziyue looked at the familiar Frost Sword, but was finally speechless.

Ji Wuchen...you have taken in a good apprentice.

"Great Elder?" Xia Lang handed over his sword, stepped forward, and looked at the Great Elder, as if waiting for him to announce.

The great elder couldn't get off the tiger, so he had no choice but to announce directly: "The Shangqing sent Xia Lang to challenge the Seventh Prince of Dongling."

The crowd was in an uproar.

The seventh prince of Dongling King was not in a hurry, and bowed to Xia Ran: "Please give me your advice."

"It's easy," Xia Lang said, "I actually don't want to fight with you, but I really want to go into the Qingling Pond and have a look. I wonder if the Seventh Prince can make it easier for me?"

The Seventh Prince's smile faltered: "If you can win the leader."

Both sides have something to say, and if they disagree, they will fight immediately!

The Seventh Prince's weapon is a treasured sword, which is very expensive at first glance. The Tangling royal family may be slightly inferior to the major cultivation schools in terms of cultivation skills, but the royal family has accumulated a hundred years of treasures, and their treasures are not insignificant!

He raised his sword and slashed at Xia Ran, the Great Elder's eyes widened in horror - he found that the Seventh Prince's attack was a killer move!

This is also what the Great Elder is most afraid of. The person who wins the championship is provoked, and in addition to the fact that life and death are not counted in the martial arts competition, it is normal to directly use the ultimate move!

"too slow."

Seeing the Seventh Prince rushing towards him, Xia Lang didn't panic at all, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared directly.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the Seventh Prince, and kicked his head on the Seventh Prince's back!Almost kicked the Seventh Prince away!

The Seventh Prince was attacked from behind, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The sword was stuck in the ring, so he barely got kicked out of the ring.

He found that he had underestimated Sharon before.

He stood still and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Sneak attack from behind, what kind of hero is he?"

"Using ultimate moves against unarmed people, what kind of a good person are you?" Xia Lang raised his hand and rushed towards the seventh prince: "Stop talking nonsense, the winner is king!"

But this time, it's not that simple.Before Xia Lang rushed over, he suddenly fell heavily on the ground, exactly the same as what Meng Yu experienced.

Everyone didn't see what happened, including Xia Ran himself. He just felt a faint in his brain, and then fell to the ground.The blood seemed to be flowing backwards. He wanted to get up, but found that there seemed to be a heavy boulder on his body, making him unable to lift his head.

"What the hell is this..." Xia Ran thought.

"This—" Fairy Ziyue couldn't stand it anymore: "What kind of exercise is this? There is obviously a problem!"

"No," said the Great Elder with a solemn expression, "This is not a skill, it is the gravity attribute of his sword, and we have no way to stop it."

"But—" This is simply cheating!Ziyue wants to say.

Fighting with the coercion contained in the thousand-year-old sword is like borrowing the skills of an elder who has been cultivated for a thousand years. What is fair?

After a while, there were two pools of blood scattered around Xia Lang, which was shocking.

The Seventh Prince was standing on the other side of the ring. Xia Lang tried hard to lift his head up, but was immediately suppressed again. His current actions seemed to be half-kneeling in front of the Seventh Prince.

"Pfft—" Because of the force, a mouthful of blood spewed out again.

Xia Lang tried to stand up countless times, failed countless times, and then vomited blood, and the snow-white Taoist robe was now covered with blood.

The Seventh Prince on the other side looked at the struggling Xia Lang as if he was watching an opera. He really wanted to solve him directly, but in order not to cause trouble, he had to spare his life and torture him to death.

Xia Lang's struggle gradually weakened, and the elders of some sects couldn't bear such a strong barrier suppression, let alone Xia Lang.

He was able to hold on for so long, which was actually beyond the expectations of the Seventh Prince. For example, Meng Yu just didn't hold on for a while.

The Seventh Prince saw that the time was almost up, and felt that it was time for him to come out and be a good person. He smiled and said, "In this case, why don't this fellow Taoist recognize—"

Before the input was uttered, Xia Lang suddenly stood up and rushed directly in front of the Seventh Prince, pinching his throat.

"Catch, get, you, now." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Xia Lang's blood-stained mouth: "I'll kill you."

"You!" The Seventh Prince didn't see clearly how Xia Lang broke free from the shackles. He crazily concentrated the pressure of the sword in front of him, trying to push Xia Lang down directly, but he didn't expect Xia Lang to spit out a mouthful of blood, and unexpectedly I resisted!

But now, Xia Lang's bloody hand was pinching his throat, and it seemed that there was still a tendency to exert force. The Seventh Prince was terrified: "Don't... don't be impulsive, I just admit defeat."

As a noble and precious prince, he puts his own safety first. It is of course a good thing to have the honor of being the leader of the martial arts competition, but of course it is not as important as life.

Afraid that Xia Lang would attack immediately, the Seventh Prince was lucky again, and shouted loudly, so that the elders outside the ring could hear them clearly.

"I declare that the winner of this martial arts tournament is—Sharan sent by the Qing Dynasty!"

Xia Lang waited until the Great Elder had finished announcing before putting down his hand.

"You are a lunatic." The Seventh Prince finally had a breath of fresh air, staring at Xia Ran, and said in horror.

Obviously he was a person who grew up with the same pampering as himself, why would he act so recklessly?If he didn't admit defeat just now, even if Xia Lang had a way to kill him, he would be crushed to pieces by the coercion of the sword.

"It's okay." Xia Lang showed him a bright smile: "It's just that I suddenly want to go into Qingling Pond to take a look."

The Great Elder also came over at this time, gave Xia Lang a complicated look, and then briefly explained some precautions.

"Secret Realm of the Qingling Mausoleum, open!"

The enchantment opened, and Xia Lang walked in while everyone was watching.

As soon as he entered, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.

In the description of the Great Elder, the Qingling Pond, which is like a paradise, is now in a mess. It seems that there used to be many weeping willows growing by the pool, but now these willows are tilted, the lake is full of rocks, and the pavilion in the lake is half collapsed. scene.

"Master?" Xia Lang called tentatively.

No one responded, Qingling Pond was like a dead pool, gloomy and depressing.

Xia Lang searched the entire Qingling Pond and the surrounding grasslands, but did not see Ji Wuchen.

He sat on the ground slumped, at a loss for a while.

Suddenly, he heard a voice in his ear: "Are you Sharon?"

Sharon was shocked: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is, do you want to save your master?" The voice was indisputable, and Sharon didn't even know where he came from.

"Do you know where he is?"

"Go forward and walk to the Qingling Pond."

Xia Ran took a few steps closer according to its instructions, walked to the Qingling Pond, looked down, but was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The water in Qingling Pool was slowly disappearing, and after a while, the bottom of the pool was exposed, and Ji Wuchen was lying in the middle, with a sword stuck in his chest, and his eyes were tightly closed.

"Master!" Xia Lang's heartbeat missed a beat, and he rushed up to test Ji Wuchen's pulse, and found that there was still a weak pulse. When he was holding the sword, he suddenly found that something was wrong.

The place Ji Wuchen was leaning against was not the bottom of the lake, but a black object, and the word Wuchen Jian was engraved on that sword.Sharon thought that black thing was a shadow just now, but now he finds it looks like a...horse?

Those horses seemed to sense Xia Ran's gaze, and slowly opened their eyes, staring at Xia Ran with blood-red eyes.

"Do you want to save your master? If you do, use your sword." To Xia Lang's surprise, the horse actually spoke human words!It was the voice that had just spoken to him.

"What are you?" Xia Lang actually had an answer in his heart when he asked this sentence - in this Qingling Pond, apart from Ji Wuchen, the only thing that might appear is the demon god who is sealed here?

Manyou didn't hide it either: "I am a demon god."

Xia Lang's movement of drawing the sword froze, because he saw that while the sword pierced through Ji Wuchen, it also firmly nailed Manyou to the bottom of the pool.

"Pull it out, why not pull it out?" Manyou's voice was full of temptation: "If you pull it out, you can save your master."

"But this way, you will come out too." Xia Lang said with his eyes darkened.

He still remembered that Ziyue had told him that the Wuchen sword was the thing that firmly nailed Manyou here to seal it. Once the sword was released, not only the master, but also Manyou who had been sealed for thousands of years would be liberated.

"That's right." What Xia Lang didn't expect was that Man You admitted it openly: "You take the sword, and I will be free." Xia Lang stared at Man You closely, but Man You Indifferently: "You can also choose not to pull it out, so your good master will die soon." Manyou said: "I am the body of a god, even if I am sealed here and cannot move, but wait a little longer There is no problem in 1000 years, but your good master is a mortal, he can last until now is the limit, if two days later——" Its red eyes brightened and darkened: "Then you can only collect his body gone."

Xia Lang's hand rested on the Wuchen Sword, not knowing what to do.

Although I don't know what happened, it is obvious that Ji Wuchen chose to die with the demon god at that time, and now the demon god wants to lure Xia Lang to take the sword, just to live up to the seal that Ji Wuchen put down with his determination to die, and release the demon god , endanger the world.

But if you don't pull it out... then Xia Lang will see that the master died here.

In Xia Lang's mind, heaven and man were fighting for a while. He never thought that one day he would suddenly have to make a decision between the master and the world.

At this time, Manyou suddenly spoke.

He asked the hesitant Xia Lang: "Do you want to know why your master died with me?"