Ugly Cultivation Notes

Chapter 369 Swordsman Showdown
Even after returning, Fu Yunshan took the initiative to find Zhuge Yun and Kong Huan, proudly showing them the magical effect of the black mist.

Kong Huan withdrew his consciousness in shock, "Senior sister, where did you get this scary thing?"

"Cracked Wind Valley."

Fu Yunshan replied with a smile, putting away the black mist in a good mood.

"Valley of Gale Winds?"

Kong Huan was surprised, "Why did you go there!"

"Why can't I go, even if I walk around the periphery, there is no danger."

The outskirts of Rifting Wind Valley are mostly monsters from the middle and late foundation establishment stages. Although those monsters have been mutated and are not the same as those from the outside world, they are not faster than her.

Kong Huan was moved, "Why don't you take me, I will go with you next time!"

Although I don't know what the origin of this mysterious black mist is, but just because it can swallow the consciousness, it is not far behind.

If such good things can be picked up casually, wouldn't Riftwind Valley become a treasure land?
"Okay, so senior brother Zhuge is going?"

Naturally, Xu Chunniang had everything she could do. After spending half of her time wandering around Rifting Wind Valley in the past few days, she had a general understanding of the distribution of monsters in the surrounding area.

As long as you avoid a few lairs, you can basically go to other places.

Zhuge Yun nodded. He had already experienced the effect of the mysterious black mist just now, and it felt a bit like the legendary God-eating mist that only existed outside the sky.

This kind of fog can erode the consciousness, once the consciousness is eroded, it must be cut off as soon as possible, otherwise it will continue to expand the scope of erosion, and eventually swallow the primordial spirit, which is very strange and unpredictable.

He said that he was suspicious of the other three people, and when they heard it, they also felt that the two were somewhat similar.

Kong Huan was a little puzzled, "It's just the God Devouring Mist in the Outer Heaven, why did it appear in Rifting Wind Valley?"

"Did you forget that the entire false world is in the outer sky, maybe there are one or two space gaps in the depths of Rifting Wind Valley, and the God-eating mist drifted in from there."

Zhuge Yun analyzed rationally.

Fu Yunshan's heart moved, "Is it possible that the old man in black robe just wanted to leave from Rifting Wind Valley?"

If there is a space crack, you can follow the crack to leave the false world.

Zhuge Yun was stunned for a moment, but really thought about this possibility, then shook his head.

"Impossible. Not to mention how dangerous it is to pass through the space crack, but it passed through smoothly. The Tianwaitian connected to the space crack has a very harsh environment, and even the power of transforming gods has certain dangers."

Xu Chunniang agreed with Zhuge Yun's statement in her heart. Nascent Soul monks who entered the outer sky rashly would have a narrow escape.The black-robed old man's cultivation was no higher than Nascent Soul, and he was courting death if he ventured through the space crack.

He should have other ways to leave.

After they chatted, they agreed to go to Riftwind Valley again the next day.

"Not in the future, because I will go to the battle hall to challenge now."

Kong Huan nodded, "I was planning to go with my brother, but I was delayed when you two came back."

"Well, we can only wait for you to heal your injury after the challenge."

Fu Yunshan curled her lips, fearing that she would be busy again after Zhuge Yun finished playing.

When Xu Chunniang came back from Rifting Wind Valley, she was going to rest, but she didn't want to miss the battle between the two sword cultivators, so the four of them went towards the battle hall tacitly.

Bingsan's sword intent was very strong, but his cultivation base was suppressed too hard, he only built one level of foundation, while Zhuge Yun had already built eight levels of foundation, and his own swordsmanship was not weak.

After fighting for half the time, Zhuge Yun held the sword, stepped back and opened the distance, and said calmly to Bingsan, "It's better to raise your cultivation level to the fourth floor of foundation building, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with the speed of my sword."

Bingsan laughed angrily, the hand holding the sword was always steady, but his eyes were cold, "Are you sure, you want me to fight you with a foundation-building fourth floor?"

Zhuge Yun just nodded.

That day he stood on the sidelines and watched the battle. Xu Chunniang's last match was against Bing San, who was on the fourth floor of the foundation.

This level of cultivation can guarantee him to use exquisite sword intent and powerful sword moves, but it will be limited by his cultivation level so that he will not be killed with one blow.

It's perfect for him to be an opponent.

The smile on Bingsan's face gradually deepened, the aura on his body suddenly rose, and a sword move that was twice as strong as before came suddenly.

Zhuge Yun's body became excited in an instant, the kind of excitement and trembling of meeting a powerful opponent, his blood was boiling, and even the breath he exhaled was full of enthusiasm.

He waved his sword, and the seemingly weak green sword light actually blocked the opponent's tyrannical sword move.

"Senior Brother Zhuge, so strong!"

Kong Huan was dazzled and fascinated by the sight.

He has always known that he is not a swordsman genius, but just a little more persistent than others.

Senior brother Zhuge is the true master of the sword, and he has a very high comprehension of the sword at a young age.

Given time, he will definitely comprehend his own sword intent.

Xu Chunniang also kept her eyes fixed on each move in the arena.

Different from the fight between her and Bingsan, the two had a real face-to-face confrontation, and they went back and forth for dozens of rounds in a short period of time.

Fu Yunshan tried to read it for a while, but couldn't understand it.

But she doesn't care, her talent is not in this aspect.

The high-intensity battle on the field is still going on, and there is a posture of being evenly matched.

Bingsan was very angry, although his current cultivation level was four levels lower than the opponent's, it was only a few small levels.

With his sword intent, he could even kill the Foundation Establishment Consummation, let alone a monk with the eighth level of Foundation Establishment?

Obviously the opponent didn't comprehend the sword intent, but he was able to catch all his sword moves. He almost suspected that the sword in the opponent's hand had a sword spirit!

But Bingsan knew that although the sword in his hand was a good high-grade magic weapon, there was no sword spirit in it.

Bingsan was finally exhausted, exhausted all his strength, but he didn't win.

Although he didn't lose either, the opponent's situation was not much better than him.

But this result, he still cannot accept.

He lost to the previous female cultivator because she was too slippery, and he didn't bother to care.

As long as he wins or loses in the way of swordsmanship, that's what he really cares about.

Bingsan resumed his cultivation at the Nascent Soul stage, and stared coldly at the sword cultivator not far away.

As long as he wants to, he can destroy the opponent with just raising his hand, with his true cultivation base and sword intent.

Sensing the crisis, Zhuge Yun calmly asked for a truce, and was teleported out of the ring in an instant.

Bingsan watched him leave, and smiled wildly, "I'll wait here for you to come again."

On the way back, Fu Yunshan glanced at Zhuge Yun anxiously.

"That Bingsan...seems to have a grudge against you, will he not hesitate to violate the rules and kill you next time?"

"Who knows, I don't plan to go again."

Zhuge Yun coughed lightly, with a smile in his eyes.

After that battle just now, he gained so much that he even loosened his cultivation base.

He is going to retreat as soon as he returns, and I am afraid that he will not go to the battle hall for a long time.

(End of this chapter)