The only way

Chapter 638 Invitation to Battle

"Warming up, who's coming next?"

On the lotus platform, Yan Bei was dressed in a black robe like black ink, his high-twist hair was flying, and the sword in his hand was glowing with a cold light. The whole person swept away the laziness before, and his momentum was like a rainbow, like a sword drawn from its scabbard. The sword, the long sword moved, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the people below, with a disdainful look on his face.

It was rare to see the serious appearance of the second senior brother. Lingchu didn't feel frightened at all, it was just a little fresh, but his steps remained motionless.

The two of them are from the same school after all, and there is not only one place, there is no need to fight for blood.

If possible, it would be better for the two senior brothers and sisters to win a lotus platform each, which would be the real victory.

Reverend Rong Xian still looks like he doesn't care about world affairs, he doesn't seem to have the slightest interest in the competition here, but since he came here, he must want to be a true disciple.

I really don't know if it's just my nature, or I'm waiting for something.

Regarding Yan Bei's yelling, Master Rong Xian and Ling Chu obviously had no intention of fighting.

Only Feng Qianshan glanced sideways at the silent real Hongying Daoist who was standing aside wiping the Ming Luan Saber, his eyes sank, and spiritual power erupted under his feet, and his whole body turned into a ray of light and went straight to Yanbei , and the momentum is like a broken bamboo.

There was almost no rest, just after Yan Bei finished fighting with Daoist Hongying, he fought with Feng Qianshan again.

It's just that Feng Qianshan is different from the real person Hongying. What he is good at is not open and close fighting, but defense. Therefore, this time the competition is much quieter than before, and he likes real guns and real guns. Although Yan Bei, who was fighting with knives, always felt that the person in front of him was as thick and difficult to fight as a turtle shell, but this kind of fighting experience was rare, and the desire to fight soared again for a while.

It was hard to break up the fight, and Yanbei became more and more excited as he fought.

The rest of Shen Buer turned his eyes around Lingchu and Master Rongxian, those cold eyes seemed to be assessing the strength of the two, and finally frowned, as if they were a little dissatisfied .

None of the remaining Lingchu and Rongxian masters had the same level of cultivation as him.

However, Shen Buer's gaze first paused on Rong Xian's body, he could feel that the other party and himself practiced water techniques, and it would be interesting if they fought.

However, Shen Buer's eyes moved to Lingchu again, and he was more interested in this woman with the lowest cultivation level.

Because, this woman, and Si Bai, are both extremely rare fairy roots!

Back then, Si Bai's cultivation level was clearly not the highest, yet he won the first place, and even beat himself.

Shen Buer always kept this matter in mind.

Later, Shen Buer wanted to continue fighting with Si Bai, but that perverted Si Bai...
Obviously, the higher the level of a monk, the slower his cultivation speed will be, but Si Bai has always been many steps faster than others, and the gap between the two of them is constantly widening.

Now, he is still competing for the position of true disciple here, but Si Bai has become Yuanying Zhenjun!

The coldness in Shen Bu'er's eyes became more and more intense, and his gaze was firmly locked on Lingchu.

He wanted to know whether it was only Si Bai who was so monstrous, or whether the aptitude of immortal rank was so monstrous!
"Junior Sister Yu, isn't it?" Shen Buer looked at Lingchu and said expressionlessly on his delicate face.

Lingchu raised her eyebrows slightly, but she didn't expect that Shen Buer would choose her as her opponent. She originally thought that her opponent would be Senior Sister Qin or Master Fang Yi.

As for Shen Buer.
It is necessary to fight, but, in Lingchu's view, competing for the lotus platform is not a competition for ranking. Winning the lotus platform is obviously the first priority, and ranking can be done at any time.

"Exactly, what advice does Senior Brother Shen have?" Although Lingchu wanted to win steadily, he would never back down when facing a battle.

"I heard that junior sister is also a fairy, I wonder if I can see the teacher?"

Shen Buer looked bleak and cold, but when he spoke, he was quite polite.

How can you be timid if you have been invited to fight?

Lingchu raised his head and smiled, and it was rare to see an eagerness to fight in his body. It is best to win steadily, but since you want to compete for the top, why not fight against the strong?
Holding the Weiji Umbrella in his arms, Lingchu's fingertips lightly brushed the umbrella body. Since the Weiji Umbrella came into the world, there has never been a hearty battle, and even those changes have never been seen before. It is also a pity.

Today, maybe we can have a good fight!

Lingchu's eyes, which were always clear, showed a fighting spirit, and the whole person changed from the gentle and quiet before, the sound of the wind around him suddenly disappeared, and the whole person was like a taut longbow, and the next moment, the person had disappeared in place.

The moment the cyan figure disappeared, Shen Buer tensed his nerves, and his spiritual consciousness enveloped his surroundings. There was no fear on his face, but his concentration was full.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, and Shen Buer never underestimates any opponent.

Within the range covered by spiritual consciousness, before Shen Buer found any trace of Lingchu, he first noticed the abnormal movement below.

Countless slender blades of grass broke through the ground and grew rapidly at a terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, the seemingly slender and weak blades of grass were overwhelming Shen Buer's hood, like a blade of grass Ye Zhijiu's cage is to trap Shen Buer in it.

Shen Buer's eyes flickered fiercely, and the blue claws in his hands mercilessly chopped off the grass blades and thin vines in front of him. The sharp claws that looked extremely sharp, the moment they touched the blades of grass, there was a slap in the face. pause.

The moment he encountered the grass-leaf cage, Shen Buer had a bad premonition in his heart. As expected, his sharp claws that could cut gold and cut jade could not cut through the seemingly slender grass-leaf and vines!

The feeling of the tentacles is not so tough, but very flexible, like elastic ropes, which bounced Shen Buer's sharp claws away, and five points of the tenacious strength were lost.

interesting!
Shen Buer raised his eyebrows, and a strong interest flashed in his eyes.

Ordinary wood-type monks can't change the interest of the grass and trees at all, unless they completely envelop the grass and trees with their own spiritual power, but this Junior Sister Yu's wood method is obviously different. Enveloped by power, only a small amount of spiritual power flowed from each of them, and there was such a change.

interesting!Sure enough, it was interesting!
Are immortal monks really so different?

It was the same with Si Bai back then, with his surgical techniques, he was superb, as if he was born in harmony with the spiritual power of this world, and could resonate with all things.

A rare smile appeared on Shen Buer's face. The phantom of the blue sharp claws in his hand dissipated, and the original white palm returned.

"Crack!"

　I have to describe the battle scene again, I have a headache!Headache!woo woo woo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)