Chapter 499 Chapter Four Hundred and Ninety-Nine Winning the Color
Qi Yunrong is a body of spiritual integration. Not only is he physically strong, but he is also sensitive to subtle fluctuations in spiritual power.
Now many of the Ning Yuan Cai heads have been taken down by the monks, and various competitions are in full swing. However, Qi Yunrong's heart is always a little dull, as if there is some indescribable aura tightly entwining around him, but After she identified it carefully, she still couldn't tell the details.
She noticed that the monks who stepped onto the fighting platform had their steps heavier than before after sitting down. Others might explain this by saying they were exhausted from fighting hard, but she thought that in the eyes of the defeated, Even though he was slightly absent-minded, the monk who had won the precious prize was still a little depressed. It might be difficult to explain it simply by exhaustion.
However, after the monks sat down at the table, it didn't take long for them to adjust their breaths and return, and their expressions were as usual. When Qi Yunrong saw this, he couldn't find a reason to speak, and instead became a little confused.
But the phenomenon that can be found is that the longer she stays on the battlefield, the more depressed her expression becomes. She has scruples and has no choice but to stop Ji Ling.
"Know yourself and your enemy and you will be able to fight a hundred battles. You might as well take a look at their strength first, so that you can find their weak points and break them with one blow."
This is not Qi Yunrong's usual style. Ji Ling's lips twitched slightly. Sipping, the body fell down on the seat, which was quite strange.
Fortunately, her interest today was in the Blood Dragon Pill. After seeing the two people on the stage having a fierce fight, she immediately sat up and stared intently.
As for Qi Yunrong's slight awareness, it was not within Master Fuya's expectation. He was very happy today. He raised his glass and laughed with everyone. He mentioned Master Xu again at the table, and his words were full of praise. , people can't help but look at it.
"This rising cloud platform is a gift from my ancestor, and was later passed down to my senior brother. After I became a true infant, my senior brother gave it to me as a congratulatory gift. It has been thousands of years, and it has been passed down to dozens or hundreds of years. The combined attacks of the two true infants left no trace on the top," Fu Ya looked proud, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face.
This was the first time for everyone in the audience to hear him mention his sect, and they didn’t know that there was actually a senior brother behind him.
However, Fu Ya did not intend to elaborate on the matter of the sect. He changed the topic and his eyes fell directly on Zheng Shaoyou behind Qingyang: "My nephew is from the sect and has an extraordinary status. We have come all the way to this Thunder Cave, and it just so happens that my two disciples are very different from you in cultivation. I have heard about my nephew's reputation for a long time, and I have already wanted to ask for advice. Why not wait until after they have finished competing for the prize, and my nephew will come too. Please teach them both."
"Young men don't dare," Zheng Shaoyou hurriedly stood up and handed over his hands, "If the two fellow Taoists are interested -"
"Brother Fu Ya doesn't know anything. This fool is not yet a beginner in swordsmanship. Once he starts using it, I’m afraid it won’t be a big deal. I’ll give you some advice in the future when he gets better at it!”
No one expected that Master Qingyang would directly touch Fu Ya's face, so the whole place was silent for a while. However, he spoke with certainty and a serious look on his face. Even Fuya himself couldn't figure out whether Qingyang was deliberately avoiding the battle or whether he was serious about it.
"What are you afraid of? When discussing Taoism, it is inevitable to suffer some pain, and my two disciples are not squeamish. Brother Qingyang and Nephew Zheng Xian can rest assured." He smiled. Put your hands on the table and invite each other again.
Unfortunately, Qingyang didn't say a word, and Zheng Shaoyou didn't dare to disobey his master's orders. The atmosphere in the field was so tense that no one dared to move at all.
Aren’t these two people close to each other, so why are they still so tense now?
Seeing that the situation at the table was not good, Xiao Chan quickly stepped forward with a smile, picked up the glass from the table, filled it and raised the glass: "I have long heard that Fellow Taoist Zheng is extraordinary, but I don't have time to ask Fellow Taoist for advice. Okay. My sister has already observed the Taoist swordsmanship for me, my elder sister, and one of us has achieved what we wanted. Now that the Taoist cares about our safety and cannot take action, it is also a blessing for me and my little sister, so I wish you the best. Fellow Daoist Zheng will soon succeed in swordsmanship, and then my little sister and I will come back for advice.”
After saying that, she raised her head and drank it all in one gulp without showing any pretense. Someone in the audience shouted "Okay" and the atmosphere became lively.
Zheng Shaoyou took her a glass of wine and drank it all.
Fuya knew in his heart that Qingyang had a stubborn temper and could not resist him. No matter how angry he was, he could only show his face and act coquettishly at this moment.
"Hey, I remember that the kid who climbed to the top of the Star Tower that day also came with Brother Qingyang. Why is he missing today?" He changed the topic and asked about Zhao Xun's whereabouts. Qingyang looked confused. He moved, stroking his beard and responded: "There is something wrong with her master, so there is no need to delay. I have sent her out of Ming Lei Daze."
"It's also a pity. I wanted to see what the first person in the past two thousand years to climb to the top of the Star Tower was really capable of." Fu Ya curled his lips, and there was indeed some pity in his heart, but it was not because of it. That's what he said.
There is a mystery in his Shengyun Platform, and a huge formation is set up underground in the middle. As long as the monks come on the stage to compete, they can absorb a little bit of the energy and spirit in their bodies and replenish it in the formation. The stronger the monk's talent and foundation, the more energy and spirit he can release. If the person who climbs to the top of the Star-Zhaing Tower goes up, he may be worthy of hundreds of monks of the same level.
What a pity!
But it didn’t matter. She was not expected. It could only be regarded as an unexpected surprise. Even though she left early and could not go on stage, there were already enough people on the guest list to start the grand formation.
Fu Ya's breath was slightly relaxed, and he calmly looked at Qingyang's face. He saw that there was nothing unusual about the other party, and he felt calm.
I don't know what's going on with this old man. Zheng Shaoyou can't get on stage. He has to use some of his savings to start the battle. It makes him sick just thinking about it.
......
"This person is no match for you. We will fight quickly later. Get the Blood Dragon Pill and come down. Don't stay on the stage."
Ji Ling didn't know why Qi Yunrong behaved like this. When he stood on the stage, her earnest instructions were still lingering in his ears.
Whatever, Yun Rong will never harm her!
Ji Ling kicked off her legs and jumped up from the end of the stage, bumping into the lean half-demon man in front of her.
Half-demon are mostly physical practitioners, and both parties on the stage are no exception. Therefore, their moves seem a bit arrogant. You come and I hit the flesh with punches, and others can hear the dull sound of hammering flesh. But as Qi Yunrong said, the half-demon man opposite him was no match for Ji Ling, not to mention that in the Thunder Cave, the bloodline of the Thunder Swallowing Beast had an innate advantage.
After about sixty moves, the man shuddered, and Ji Ling bent down to avoid the harsh wind. The next moment, a heavy palm fell on his back, with a crisp sound like a bone cracking. There was a sound, and his lean body fell limply to the ground, unable to get up again.
"Tuchen was defeated, but there are still people on stage to fight!"
The maid on the side quickly read out the results of the battle. When she saw that there were no more half-demon movements around, she took off the jade bottle and handed it to Ji In Ling's hand: "Ji Ling, a registered disciple of Ming Lei Cave, has obtained ten Blood Dragon Pills!"
With her wish fulfilled, Ji Ling raised the jade bottle in her hand, shook it and grinned at Qi Yunrong.
But somehow, he met the other party's worried eyes.
Second update to come
(End of this chapter)