Chapter 217 Free to retract
Listening to Wen Zongyi's long sigh and seeing the familiar sadness on his face, Lin Yige knew without guessing that he thought of "his" Wu Lan again.
She looked at the sky and listed all Wen Caiwei's achievements from the beginning to the present.
“When Caiwei first started, he practiced a set of basic boxing techniques. Later, he also understood the Shuiyue Jinghua Jue, and then used Yunshan Zhumi to enhance the chaotic spiritual roots, and the Earth Fire Mingyi Sword Ling chose her as the master..."
Lin Yige glanced at Wen Zongyi and was extremely convinced: "You must have prepared something for her."
Wen Zongyi treated his niece Wen Caiwei with all his heart and soul, never sparing money and spiritual stones. How could he forget to prepare elixirs, talismans, magic weapons and the like for her?
He glanced at the top of the Wuling Mountain. Wen Caiwei and Wen Caihe were standing together, and beside them was a young woman with dark skin and an alien appearance.
That was Yu Mingyue whom Caiwei often mentioned. She was a Jiuli witch with a late-stage Jindan cultivation.
Jiang Yan, who has outstanding appearance but a bit of femininity in the ring, and therefore seems to be indistinguishable from male to female, also has the late stage cultivation of Jindan.
After seeing the three people from the Guiyi sect, Wen Zongyi was even more worried and said: "I have indeed made some preparations, but Caiwei is only at the middle stage of Jindan cultivation. Can you free up your hands to use those elixir talismans?" Treasure, it’s also a problem.”
Lin Yige pondered for a moment and then said: "To tell you the truth, among the three golden elixir disciples from the Guiyi sect who have returned, the one I am most worried about is not Cai Wei, but Jiang Yan."
妘明月As a Jiuli witch, in addition to the monk's spells, swordsmanship and other means, she is also accompanied by the Gu King, who can summon various kinds of Gu insects that are difficult for Jiuzhou monks to resist.
As for Jiang Yan, he has had excellent luck since joining the Guiyi Sect.
He had a smooth journey, almost never encountered a truly powerful enemy, and had no life-or-death crisis.
The sword tactics are memorized by heart, and the sword techniques are well known by heart, but so far he has not been able to cultivate his sword energy to the point where he can retract and release it freely; the black gold sword in his hand has never been used against the enemy.
Lin Yige said helplessly: "Maybe even he himself doesn't know what Jiang Yan's swordsmanship is."
Jiang Yan, with prefecture-level qualifications and a dedicated practice, should have reached the peak of the Golden Core stage long ago. yes.
But he finally took a breath.
Practice is like sailing against the current. If you don’t advance, you will retreat.
If things continue like this, Jiang Yan may become the first and only true disciple in the history of the Guiyi Sect who cannot realize the meaning of the sword!
This may be the downside of his extraordinary luck.
This time the Prodigy Battle may be an opportunity for him.
Hearing Lin Yige’s words, Wen Zongyi glanced at Jiang Yan who was in a hard fight, “If you use the genius of the nine sects as a whetstone to sharpen Jiang Yan, at least give him a decent one. "Spiritual sword!"
You can tell at a glance that although the Xuanjin sword in Jiang Yan's hand is a better grade among the Guiyi sect's standard spirit swords, it is still an ordinary standard long sword after all.
It cannot be compared with the Earth Fire Ming Yi Sword in Wen Caiwei's hand.
As for sword cultivators, their swords are very spiritual, and they must be struck wherever they point, and they must be consistent with their nature.
“You still say that I am partial, but you are no more fair than me!” Wen Zongyi seized the opportunity and mocked her in turn.
Lin Yige smiled awkwardly, but kept the matter in mind.
It’s no wonder she ignored Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan has no consciousness of being a true disciple and always walks alone in Heming Mountain.
It's a good thing that he doesn't like to socialize, otherwise he would make his colleagues itch every time he opens his mouth, which is really not conducive to the unity of the sect.
We are currently unable to find a suitable spiritual sword for Jiang Yan, so we can only wait until after the Tianjiao battle to make arrangements.
Maybe after Jiang Yan chooses a master, his own master will buy it for Jiang Yan.
......
At this moment, there was a stabbing sound on the ring, and a large gash was cut in Zhang Yi's Taoist robe - Jiang Yan's unexpected sword, slanting It crossed Zhang Yi's thigh. Originally, Jiang Yan's cultivation level was lower, and he was a bit strict when performing sword moves. He mostly attacked the upper, middle and lower Dantian, trying to defeat the enemy with one move.
But these clumsy tricks are naturally not enough in front of Zhang Yi, a genius swordsman who has only been seen in Tianyan Sword Sect for a century.
Zhang Yi was just teasing him, so he didn't show his true skills for a long time.
Even so, Jiang Yan was at a disadvantage.
But after the sound of cracking silk, the situation subtly changed.
Jiang Yan's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had enlightened himself, and he began to attack Zhang Yi's "weaknesses" regardless of how many times he was hit by the sword wind.
After risking his life, Jiang Yan became more skillful with his sword and his speed became faster and faster.
Zhang Yi, on the other hand, could only rush to protect his critical area amidst the intensive sword moves.
Subsequently, Jiang Yan firmly gained the upper hand and the situation reversed.
The more he fought, the more brave he became, and he vaguely realized a truth: as long as he attacks the opponent's weakness fast enough, he is the only one who can attack!
There were also many monks holding swords in the air above and below Wen's flying boat in Yuzhou.
At this time, seeing the beautiful young man with red lips and white teeth not giving up until he cut off Zhang Yi's evil roots, people couldn't help but talk about it.
“Is Jiang Yan crazy or am I crazy?”
“Isn’t Jiang Yan a disciple of the Guiyi Sect? Why does he only attack the third group of people? Isn’t this too much? ”
“What’s wrong with this? You’d be a fool to ignore your weakness!”
"Fellow Taoist is right! As monks, we should have no flaws in our body!"
...
The discussion dispersed with the wind and did not attract too many people's attention.
Lin Yige controlled the "Gu Xiaoyun" transformed into a phantom puppet and stared at Jiang Yan even more closely.
Under Jiang Yan’s tireless attack, Zhang Yi’s thoughts of pity for the beauty and the beauty of the jade also dissipated.
The tiger didn't show its power and was teased by this little raccoon slave as a sick cat!
Zhang Yi controlled the sword with both hands at the same time, and the spiritual sword divided into dozens of sword shadows. Each sword shadow turned into an orange-red sword energy, which was like a raging flame and burned when touched.
A dozen or so orange-red sword energies are coming in a flash, and they are bound to smash all the bones of Jiang Yan’s limbs!
Jiang Yan did not dodge or dodge. He swung the Xuanjin sword and sent out several light sword energy, which went straight to Zhang Yi's lower abdomen.
Zhang Yi screamed in pain, and at the same time, Jiang Yan was hit by dozens of sword energy.
The protective armor under his Taoist robe emits a burst of soft white light, which offsets the sword energy by 70%.
The treasure armor seemed to have exceeded its endurance limit. There was an endless sound like the breaking of strings, and eventually it shattered into pieces of leather armor the size of fingernails and was completely scrapped.
The sword energy still had 30% leftover, and it tore Jiang Yan's Taoist robe into tatters, leaving bloody wounds on his limbs that were deep enough to see the bones.
Jiang Yan had plenty of elixirs on his body, and he threw another healing elixir into his mouth. In an instant, his mouth was scabbed and he returned to his original state.
It was just the pain from the sword wounds left by the sword energy on his limbs that impressed him deeply.
Jiang Yan raised his hand and put on a new robe of a disciple of the Guiyi Sect, which completely covered his skin like mutton-fat white jade.
Recently, I have been suffering from severe mental internal stress, so this month’s update may be unstable (meaning it occasionally stops for a day).
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