Chapter 429 Ice and Fire
Yu Xuanji and Yan Weixian sat on the chief seats of the martial arts viewing platform at the same time. From their positions, they could overlook the entire martial arts performance platform and the disciples below.
Yan Weixian cupped his hands and said, "Let's not go through those formalities, let's get started!"
As he spoke, he glanced at his disciples and pointed at a white-haired boy. The gray old man said: "Yan Ming, just take the lead!"
"I will obey my master's orders!"
The white-haired old man came out in response. He first bowed to Yan Weixian and then jumped onto the martial arts stage.
Since Yan Weixian has sent the lead in the middle stage of foundation building, Yu Xuanji is not good at sending Xiang Tianying or Tang Jun. He pondered for a moment, then turned around and ordered: "Qiao An, you can also take the lead. Go and fight for the master!"
"Yes! Master."
Qiao An stood on the martial arts stage without hesitation.
The white-haired old man Yan Ming is the third disciple of Yan Weixian. In terms of age, he is the eldest among the nine foundation-building disciples. He is now more than two hundred years old. It's just that his qualifications are average, and he doesn't have much opportunity. After two hundred years of wasted time, he is still only in the middle stage of foundation building.
Originally, it wasn't his turn to play in this fight. Yan Weixian arranged for Lu Litao, Yuntong and three disciples who were in the later stages of foundation building. However, during a dispute yesterday, Lu Litao was injured by Liang Yan's punch. Although his foundation was not damaged, he was unable to participate in today's battle.
As for Yuntong, the spiritual weapon she had worked hard to cultivate for more than 20 years was cut off by Liang Yan's sword. How could she be able to fight today?
There is also Zhou Yun. This woman’s magical abilities are quite good, but she only wants to marry her. How can she try her best in a martial arts fight?
Yan Weixian understood what happened yesterday, and also knew that his apprentice was the one who started the trouble, so he couldn't blame Liang Yan, so he had no explanation. It was only after excluding Lu Litao, Yuntong, and Zhou Yun that Yan Ming, who ranked fourth in the middle stage of foundation building, was selected.
Taoist Yan Ming has lived for more than two hundred years and has matured with age. At this moment, looking at his opponent in the ring, he just smiled and looked kind, without the sharpness of Yuan Taiji at all.
"Fellow Taoist Qiao, we are just competing in the arena. Let's stop talking. We must not hurt the harmony between our two factions." The old Taoist laughed.
Qiao An is less than a hundred years old this year. Seeing the old man's friendly face, he couldn't help but feel a little favorable. He nodded and said: "Brother Yan, please!"
Yan Mingdao The man chuckled again and said: "Brother Qiao, be careful!"
Although he said to be careful, before the word "small" came out of his mouth, he had already made a magic formula with his hands, a rolling fire dragon. , and rushed out.
Qiao An originally saw that he was kind-hearted and wanted to say a few more polite words, but when he saw that the little old man had already made his move before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "What a treacherous old man. ! ”
Like Liang Yan, he had become a monk halfway and joined Yu Xuanji's disciples, and he was not a person without experience in martial arts. Although he was a little panicked at this moment, he still stabilized his position first, pinched the magic formula with both hands, and immediately a black ice blue bird flew out.
Taoist Yan Ming cultivates the magical power of the fire system. He thinks that his Taoism is not very advanced, so he uses all his strength as soon as he gets started, urging the eight fire dragons to become as powerful as a rainbow. He wants to take advantage of this at the beginning. opportunity and defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.
Qiao An practices ice Taoism. Although fire can melt ice, ice can also extinguish fire. There is no distinction between the two Taoist methods. It is the practitioner himself who can decide the outcome.
Although Taoist Yan Ming had the upper hand, Qiao An, who majored in Hanbing Taoism, was as calm and calm as an ancient well. At this moment, there was no trace of panic.
He controlled a black ice blue bird to extinguish all the flames around him. He did not think about how to fight back, but just defended his position.
Taoist Yan Ming controlled the eight fire dragons to attack fiercely for a while, and then gradually realized that something was wrong. The young monk opposite him was too calm, and no matter how he attacked, he could never break through his ice bird defense.
Just when he was doubtful, he suddenly heard a loud bird call from the place opposite that was wrapped in flames. Then he saw a black ice blue bird flying into the sky, and unexpectedly sprinkled large ice crystals, covering him All eight fire dragons were frozen. Then the bird flapped its wings, and countless ice crystal fragments rushed towards it.
Yan Ming frowned, his hands were as fast as lightning, and he sprayed out large balls of fire one after another to meet the ice crystal fragments.
Countless ice crystal flames collided in mid-air, erupting into a gorgeous spectacle. One of these two people cultivates fire magical powers, and the other cultivates ice arts. The two of them go back and forth, and the fight in mid-air is really beautiful. Many of the disciples watching the battle showed satisfied expressions, and some with slightly higher cultivation levels pointed at the two men's fighting skills and commented on each of them.
The two fought for more than a hundred moves in the ring. Taoist Yan Ming suddenly missed a move. Qiao An took a chance and used ice crystals to break through his flame defense and knocked him off the ring in one fell swoop.
Taoist Yan Ming's old face was red. He was not seriously injured. He just felt defeated by a monk whose cultivation was hundreds of years behind him. There was really no place for his old face, so he could only raise his hand angrily. Just retreated.
At this time, a soft voice sounded: "Young Taoist Qiao is really good at magical powers. This little girl is not talented, so I am willing to ask for advice on a few tricks."
A woman with skin as white as snow and a dignified manner jumped onto the martial arts stage. , this woman is dressed in palace attire, with a red dress and a plain skirt, carrying a guqin on her back, and has a rather calm and gentle temperament.
Qiao An didn't say much. He learned the lesson this time and immediately launched an ice bird collision, hitting the Xuanqing big bird towards the face of the palace-dressed woman.
He thought to himself that he had just gone through a battle and consumed a lot of spiritual energy in his body. Now he was facing another opponent in the late stage of foundation building. It was simply impossible to win. All she could do was try her best to consume more of her spiritual power for the senior brother who would come next.
The woman in palace clothes smiled slightly, reached out and took off the guqin from behind, and said in an unhurried tone: "Brother Qiao must be exhausted after a big battle. Please listen to me playing the guqin for Brother Qiao."
As soon as she finished speaking, the music of the piano began to play. The tune was calm and to the point, but it was a song called "Xiaoxiang Water Clouds". This piece of music depicts green mountains, green waters, and curling white clouds. It has a wonderful essence of Taoism and nature.
But when the sound of the piano sounded, the blue bird that Qiao An had condensed with his spiritual power suddenly shattered and dissipated, and turned into countless pieces of ice, falling from the mid-air.
Not only Qiao An, but also Liang Yan off the court was a little surprised. After all, this was the second time he saw the magical power of Qindao.
The ice bird shattered, but the sound of the piano did not stop. The wind roared in the air, and some invisible things flew through the air. Qiao An's pupils shrank, and he was about to cast some magic when he suddenly heard Yu Xuanji sighing softly:
"Come back!"
Qiao An only felt a gentle force. He held himself up and flew backwards. He had just left for a moment when he heard a "knock-keep-keep" sound. At this time, when he looked back, he saw that the place where he was standing was already riddled with holes, as if someone had stabbed hundreds of holes with a sword!
“It’s sword energy!”
Liang Yan’s eyes narrowed, and he was too surprised. How could he not recognize the invisible energy that hit Qiao An just now? It was definitely not a sonic attack from Qindao, but the real sword energy.
It's just that these sword energies are too weak! Liang Yan thought to himself that if it was the Black Lotus Sword Qi that he had emitted, he was afraid that Qiao An would be dead and disfigured by now.
"Qin Xin Jian Gu!"
At this moment, Yu Xuanji suddenly said calmly: "I have long heard that in the past hundred years, a magnificent female sword fairy named Qianyuan Holy Palace has emerged. Call Lin Shanjun, but your master "
The woman in palace clothes smiled faintly, raised her hand and put away the guqin, and bowed to Yu Xuanji: "Junior Ye Qing, Lin Shanjun is my master!"
"Lin Shanjun! ?”
Liang Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought that there seemed to be an invitation related to this person lying in his storage bag.
(End of this chapter)