Taoist students

Chapter 60
So far, only Nangong Yurou, Zhao Wuji, and Gongsuntu were left on the stone platform.

Just as Dongfang Mo stepped down, the old-fashioned Taoist figure flickered and stood in the air again.

"The top three are already out. After half a day, you and the three of you will compete to find out the specific rankings. You can use this half day to make adjustments."

After speaking, the old man sat cross-legged in the air and kept silent.

Hearing this, the three of them had different expressions.

Among the three, Nangong Yurou was the most injured, followed by Gongsuntu, and Zhao Wuji, who was the most difficult, was not seriously injured.

If this is the case, Nangong Yurou is at an absolute disadvantage and will definitely miss the number one spot.

But just now, Dongfang Mo's healing technique seems to be very effective. At this time, Nangong Yurou's injury does not appear to be serious. If so, then relying on that powerful and strange magic weapon, the outcome will be hard to say.

Looking at Mo Qianli in the audience, his expression was extremely ugly. He was damaged again by fighting with the magic weapon before, and he was determined to seriously injure Nangong Yurou. At that time, even if Nangong Yurou could defeat Gongsuntu, he would definitely not be Zhao Wuji's opponent.

But she really didn't expect that little Taoist priest to know such a wonderful technique, and he didn't hesitate to exhaust his mana, risking a hidden disease in the future to cure Nangong Yurou.

Then the outcome will be unpredictable.

……

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye. At this time, Nangong Yurou's breathing was obviously more stable after some breath adjustment. She opened her beautiful eyes and looked at Zhao Wuji and Gongsuntu, unusually calm.

And when his eyes swept over Mo Qianli in the audience, a slight and imperceptible smile flashed across.

"The time has come."

At this time, the old-fashioned Taoist priest in the midair also opened his eyes, and saw his figure flicker, standing in the middle of the stone platform, looking at the three of them expressionlessly, and then stretched out his hand.

Hearing the clicking sound under his feet, three smooth stone platforms that were slightly smaller and about tens of feet wide were pulled out from it.

The three stone platforms are square, and when the old-fashioned Taoist priest raised his hand, they rose slowly and finally suspended at a height of several feet. If you look carefully, you will find that the middle stone platform is a little higher, followed by On the left, the lowest one is the stone platform on the right.

"Climbing to the highest stone platform is the first place in this big competition, the second place on the left side, and the third place on the right side. The competition should still not be too many, and the loser has no chance to challenge again."

"The auspicious time has come, Qi!"

As the words fell, the old-fashioned Taoist figure floated down.

Looking at the three people in the stands, Nangong Yurou let out a cold snort, moved first, and landed on the highest stone platform in an instant.

Zhao Wuji and Gongsuntu looked at each other, unexpectedly, Gongsuntu went towards the stone platform on the far right, and after climbing the stone platform, he sat down cross-legged, looking like he was planning to give up the challenge.

As everyone knows, he blew up eight beast souls before, and just now he fought with Dongfang Mo, and was bombarded by hundreds of thunderbolts in a burst, blowing up the remaining ten as well.Right now, he seems to be in good health, but in fact he has been wounded unclearly. At most, he can display [-]% of his strength during the complete victory period.

He was not Nangong Yurou's opponent in his heyday. Needless to say, he was injured at this time, and coupled with his strange yearning for Nangong Yurou, he would not compete with her.

Looking at Zhao Wuji again, he jumped straight towards the highest stone platform, without any scruples.

Nangong Yurou squinted her beautiful eyes, and before Zhao Wou-ki stepped onto the stone platform, she waved the silk scarf in her hand, extending it by several feet, covering Zhao Wou-ki away.

Zao Wou-ki was in mid-air, but he stretched out his hand to grab it, and he held the iron rod behind him tightly in his hand, turning his body in the air, the iron rod used his strength to pull towards the silk scarf.

The moment the two collided, there was a dull sound, and the iron rod seemed to hit soft cloth, and it was difficult to exert force.

Then look at the silk scarf wrapped around the iron rod.

Zhao Wuji's expression froze, he stirred the iron rod in his hand, and easily flicked the silk scarf away, but his figure was also slapped down by an irresistible soft force, and fell under the stone platform again.

The moment he landed on the ground, his knees bent slightly, and only then did he dissipate the force.

Seeing this, Zhao Wou-ki let out a cold snort, and at the same time the tiger's body trembled, a burst of fierce vigor erupted all over his body, his knees bent, and he jumped suddenly.

"Crack!"

I saw that the stone slab infused with iron essence under his feet shattered into the shape of a spider web, spreading for a distance of two feet.

His figure soared into the sky, and after turning the iron rod around his waist a few times, he accumulated an unmatched force, and when his figure was parallel to the floating stone platform, he smashed hard at Nangong Yurou. down.

"call!"

Then he saw a pitch-black stick figure several feet long, slashing down in the air with astonishing momentum.

Faced with this powerful and heavy blow, Nangong Yurou was slightly moved. She wanted to dodge but found that the air around her was thick and tight.

So he threw the silk scarf in his hand, and it turned into a curtain, covering the top of his head.

"Oh!"

It was as if the stick shadow hit the taut drum surface, there was a dull bang, and a thick wave of sound scattered in all directions.

When the sound waves hit, everyone in the audience felt their chests constricted and their ears roared.

And the silk scarf that turned into a curtain was slammed down by a stick shadow that was several feet high, and immediately sank into an exaggerated long stick shape.

After just a few breaths, the shadow of the stick finally turned into spiritual light and dissipated, and the curtain turned into a silk scarf could barely fall, floating gently in Nangong Yurou's hands.

Zhao Wuji's figure descended from the sky, with a bang, he landed on the stone platform with one knee, and pressed down the floating stone platform for several feet before rising slightly.

Then he raised his head suddenly, looked at Nangong Yurou with evil eyes, and at the same time wrapped the iron rod around his waist, turned around, held the end of the iron rod in one hand, and swept across the door facing him.

Nangong's expression turned cold, knowing that Zhao Wuji had practiced the ancient body training technique, if he was allowed to get close, it would definitely be a big trouble.

At this time, the figure retreated suddenly and landed on the edge of the stone platform. The silk scarf in his hand sprinkled in the air, from small to large, it turned into a light veil and covered Zhao Wou-ki.

"Humph!"

Zhao Wuji's figure flickered, and instantly turned into three afterimages, which were divided into three directions and surrounded Nangong Yurou. The three figures were still in the distance, with sticks in their hands stabbing, smashing, or whipping. It bypassed Qingsha from several tricky angles, and attacked Nangong Yurou.

Nangong Yurou looked surprised in the distance.

But at the next moment, the pinch in his hand changed, and the gauze transformed into an upright wall. The gauze wall swelled, and it bumped into the three figures without fancy.

"Puff puff!"

With three soft sounds, the three figures were easily scattered by the gauze wall, turning into bursts of spiritual light, none of them were real.

"not good!"

Nangong Yurou was startled, and suddenly raised her head, only to feel a very strong wind blowing down from above her head.

Unexpectedly, it was Zhao Wou-ki who appeared in the midair at some point, at this moment, both hands tightly held one end of the iron rod, raised it high above his head, and leaned back slightly.

"drink!"

I saw that the muscles on his arm were like tightened steel ropes, full of astonishing explosive power. With a burst of shouting in his mouth, the next moment, the iron rod smashed down angrily.

"Whoa!"

The air was instantly cut by this shocking stick, and the iron stick landed a foot above Nangong Yurou's head in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Nangong Yurou opened her teeth lightly, as if muttering something.

The gauze wall in the distance disappeared instantly, and when it appeared, it had already wrapped its delicate body.

"Boom...boom!"

The first sound was that the light gauze wrapping Nangong Yurou was smashed into an aura by the iron rod, and the second sound was that the iron rod continued to fall. At a depth of ten feet, it was barely stable, and then slowly rose.

But Zao Wou-ki frowned, knowing that this attack was not effective, he suddenly turned around, and saw Nangong Yurou wrapped in a light veil, who had landed on the other side of the stone platform at some point.

At this time, she was fine, but her breathing was slightly short of breath.

But the eyes looking at Zhao Wuji also gradually became cold, and the next moment she stretched out her hand and pulled it, the gauze fell into her hand, and then tossed it in the air.

The light gauze flew all over the sky in an instant, like covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Seeing this, Zao Wou-ki's expression finally changed, and his figure was about to rise into the air in a flash.

But the veil instantly elongated and surrounded the entire stone platform, and one end turned into a huge palm, and took a head-on slap on Zhao Wou-ki who was pulling away.

The iron rod in Zhao Wuji's hand turned into hundreds of flowers, he bounced the palm away, but his body also landed on the stone platform again.

In an instant, the veil stretched infinitely, and finally turned into a curtain that filled the sky, covering the entire stone platform.

In the distance, Nangong Yurou was sitting cross-legged, making a tactic with both hands, the veil suddenly let out a cry, and turned into a sea of ​​flames, the blazing sea of ​​flames not only submerged Zhao Wou-ki, but also burned the entire stone platform.

Zao Wou-ki was in the midst of the flames, and at the very moment, his body shook, and suddenly a layer of seemingly weak Gang Qi enveloped him, isolating the scorching flames around him, and at the same time, his body flickered, and he turned into an afterimage facing Nangong Yurou. go.

Seeing this, Nangong Yurou made a decisive change, and the sea of ​​fire suddenly rose another three points, reaching a height of several feet, where there was no one to be seen.

The people in the audience could only see the flames in front of them, and at the same time there was the sound of roaring wind from time to time in the sea of ​​flames, and a vigorous figure could be vaguely seen moving back and forth.

Such a scene lasted for less than half a cup of tea, when a figure leaped high in the sea of ​​flames, and at the same time, the figure disappeared and stood in the air.

"Three reverse cuts!"

With a burst of shouts, Zhao Wuji who was standing in the air swung his long stick three times in succession.

The first stick shadow turned into a length of three feet and slashed fiercely.

"boom!"

The stone platform trembled, and the sea of ​​flames seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, trembling endlessly.

The next moment, a second [-]-foot-long stick shadow came one after another. The stick shadow was unrivaled, and it divided the sea of ​​fire into two halves. The left and right were clearly defined, and they slashed headfirst at Nangong Yurou who was showing her figure.

Nangong Yurou flicked her fingers, and the burning veil spread again, blocking her body.

"Oh!"

The sea of ​​flames trembled in an instant, and the several-foot-high flames extinguished as soon as they became knee-high, but as the shadow of the six-foot stick turned into aura, the sea of ​​flames spread again.

But what followed was the last shocking stick that turned into a length of nine feet.

At the same time as the shadow of the stick fell, the sea of ​​flames all over the sky seemed to be still for an instant, and then the flames scattered in all directions, and all of them were extinguished, exposing the entire stone platform.

At this time, Nangong Yurou's face changed drastically, and she opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, which melted into the surrounding veil.

The gauze was collected, fell in front of him, stretched and folded continuously, and turned into layers of cloth to block him.

The sound of "bang bang bang..." kept coming.

It was the stick shadow that defeated all the layers of gauze.

But as the layers of gauze spread out, the momentum of the stick shadow gradually weakened.

At this time, Nangong Yurou clenched her teeth tightly, her face was extremely pale, but she kept using the magic arts in her hands, pointing at the light gauze from time to time.

Finally, when there were only the last few layers of veil left, he blocked that shocking blow.

Looking at Zao Wou-ki in mid-air again, his face was pale at this time, his previous imposing manner immediately weakened, his body fell from mid-air, and he knelt down on one knee, with a "dang" sound of the iron rod in his hand, the pillar fell on the stone platform. Up, that's why he didn't fall down.

"I lost!"

After a long time, the panting Zao Wou-ki finally raised his head, at this moment he has no power to fight any more.

The shocking three sticks were a set of high-level spells. With his current strength, it was really difficult to use them, and it even drained all the mana in his body.

"Wow!"

Nearly a hundred people under the stone platform were in an uproar, terrified by this battle, they did not expect that these two people were only at the fifth level of cultivation, but they could fight to such a degree, especially the power of the spells, it was really inconceivable.

If you were yourself, just imagine how long you can last under the attack of the two. Most people think that it will definitely not exceed dozens of rounds.

Looking at Nangong Yurou again, she was relieved when she heard Zhao Wuji admit defeat, and at the same time suddenly turned to look at Gongsuntu on the stone platform on the right.

Seeing Nangong Yurou's view, Gongsuntu shook his head. Although he still had a chance to make a move in name, it happened to be her weak period, but he was not Dongfang Mo, so he really couldn't get rid of his face.

And he has a heart for Nangong Yurou, so he will not make a move.

"Don't forget your bet before me."

Seeing this, Nangong Yurou looked at Gongsuntu and said coldly.

Gongsuntu just nodded, with an inexplicable smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, without saying a word.

Only then did Nangong Yurou turn her gaze to the stone platform, and when she saw Mo Qianli gnashing her teeth, she sneered and turned her gaze elsewhere.

When he saw Dongfang Mo sitting cross-legged and seemed to have recovered a little, he was slightly relieved.

But when the four eyes met, Nangong Yurou blushed for some reason, trying to cover up, and quickly looked elsewhere.

At this point, the big competition is finally over, and the old-fashioned Taoist priest stands in the air, nothing more than announcing the ranking of this big competition, rewards, and many matters about entering the inner door from the outer door.

Dongfang Mo listened to the excitement, but he didn't notice it at all. A gaze looked at him not far away, his expression was cold, and the subtle murderous intent in his eyes flashed away.

(End of this chapter)