I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Zhang Zheng raised her eyes, and was looking at the square-faced, thick-browed male Xiu who was looking at her. This was her opponent.

The square-faced male cultivator bowed slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Shangjinguanjie, Liu Yuanli."

Zhang Zheng bowed his hands and returned the salute, "I will serve the mainland in Xiahuai, Zhang Zheng."

As soon as these words came out, the three people on the opposite side subconsciously turned their attention to Zhang Zheng. Liu Yuanli's expression became even more rigid, and his face collapsed visibly with the naked eye.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but now I take a closer look and find that Zhang Zheng is actually a person from the lower realm.

The scene became silent for a moment, Ji Qingyun laughed lightly, and stepped out with a half-joking, half-taunting expression, "Could it be that the three fellow Taoists think I'm not qualified enough to wait?"

"Where did Ji Daoyou say that?"

Meng Shushan sent a voice transmission to the other two to tell them to restrain their expressions, while apologetically smiling, "The three fellow Taoists are very powerful. My junior and junior sisters are not sensible, but I am just worried that they will not be able to defeat them."

That being said, Liu Yuanli, who was about to face Zhang Zheng, still had a bad expression on his face, with displeasure in his eyes.

Nan Yulin suddenly said: "Don't force it. If you feel dissatisfied, you can just change people and try. It's just a matter of waiting a little longer. Although the team in front of us is not here now, it probably won't be long."

Wait a little longer?
Everyone here knows the importance of seizing the opportunity, so how can they be willing to waste time for nothing.

Liu Yuanli knew that he couldn't drag his brothers and sisters down because of him, so he said: "Fellow Daoist misunderstood, I really don't mean that, it's a great blessing to be able to compete with fellow Daoist Zhang."

Perhaps this is not a bad thing, he still doesn't believe it, he is a great disciple of the Jinguan Realm, could he still lose to the disciples of the Lower Realm?

Facing Liu Yuanli's contemptuous gaze, Zhang Zheng grinned nonchalantly, it's not yet decided who will die!
Meng Shushan quickly warmed up and said: "Don't wait, there may be as many towers as the third tower, and someone may come here later. Since everyone has no objection, let's start the competition , what do you guys think?"

The six people walked towards a row of bamboo tubes displayed in the center of the pagoda, facing each other two by two, standing in front of and behind a bamboo tube.

Dozens of bamboo sticks were stuck in the bamboo tube, Liu Yuanli took the first shot, and then disappeared into the tower in a flash.

This is a test of familiarity with the time. Zhang Zheng didn't hesitate anymore, and pulled out a bamboo stick at random. Before he could see the characters on it, he felt dizzy for a while, and the next moment he was in a vast bamboo forest.

The bamboo stick in his hand was thrown out, whirled into the air, and suddenly turned into a stream of light and shot out. The stream of light was divided into two parts, then divided into four parts, and then divided into dazzling lights that filled the sky.

Only the crisp sound of bamboo being broken could be heard, and half of the bamboo forest in front of me was cut off at the middle, and the bamboo leaves rattled and spread all over the ground in a crooked manner.

The streamers merged into one and turned back into his hand. Zhang Zheng raised his hand and took a closer look. There was no bamboo stick. The ordinary bamboo stick had turned into a blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

An ethereal voice sounded, "Cut off half of the green bamboo in this way and you can go out."

The moment the last word fell, the bamboo forest that had been brutally ravaged by the blade was reborn from broken bamboos, and the broken bamboo leaves that covered the ground disappeared out of thin air, and everything returned to its original state.

Learn this trick?Zhang Zheng held the sharp and thin blade between his fingers and placed it in front of his eyes. The bright sunlight seemed to be able to penetrate the blade, as light as a feather and as thin as a cicada's wing.

It seems that it will break with a little force, can this thing really cut through the bamboo that is as thick as a child's arm?
Perhaps using spiritual power would have some effect, Zhang Zheng tried to inject a ray of golden spiritual power into the blade, and the next moment, there was only a click of the blade, which split from head to tail, and shattered into dust.

The hand was still holding the knife, and the powder had slipped from his fingers. Zhang Zheng's eyes widened in surprise, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

The ethereal voice sounded again in the bamboo grove, and Zhang Zheng heard a bit of banter for no reason from the flat voice.

"I forgot to say, once the weapon is damaged, it will be gone. It is my negligence. I will give you another chance."

After the words fell, a bamboo leaf wobbled down from the branch, and flew to the open space in front of Zhang Zheng in the breeze.

"Remember, only this one bamboo leaf, don't use other bamboo leaves, not even practice."

The sound died down, and Zhang Zheng leaned over to pick up the bamboo leaf. Most of the slender bamboo leaves were already withered and yellow, and the withered yellow was dotted with black spots. Poke it.

This is not as good as a blade!
Zhang Zheng is eager to know if other people's weapons are as deceptive as hers?

With the power of the soft bamboo leaf itself, it is definitely impossible to cut the bamboo, and she does not dare to inject spiritual power rashly now, so... other than spiritual power, what other power can give the bamboo leaf the sharpness to cut bamboo and wood? Woolen cloth?
She only has one chance, if she fails, she can only stop at the third tower of the Hall of Weapons, she must think of the best way, and she must not try it lightly.

Zhang Zheng spread his hands and let the bamboo leaves lie quietly in his palms. The breeze rustled the bamboo forest, and occasionally raised the tails of the bamboo leaves in his hand slightly.

The rustling sound of the wind blowing in the bamboo forest gradually faded away, and seemed to penetrate into the heart. In the noisy and quiet space, the dark pupils gradually overflowed with a little blue.

A ball of water solidified in mid-air, and the sparkling water light fluctuated, gathering and dispersing, as if an invisible big palm was rubbing the water ball, and then carved its shape with a knife.

The transparent water ball vaguely formed the shape of a thin blade, and suddenly collapsed into a large water drop in the next moment. The big palm rubbed the water ball again, repeating the previous action.

Crashed and re-engraved, re-engraved and then collapsed, and repeated this tirelessly for more than a hundred times, a blade as thin as a cicada's wings was finally cast in front of my eyes.

Zhang Zheng raised his hand to hold the blade. The blade was solid and hard, with extremely sharp edges. When the hair touched it, it would break in two. It was completely incomparable with the water blade and gold blade inspired by magic.

The water blade inspired by the technique has a rough shape but no spirit. If you look closely, you will find that it is far from the real blade. Its sharpness is mostly endowed by spiritual power. It is as dull as an unsharpened knife.

With a thought, the water jet was fired, and with the crisp cracking sound, a large piece of the vast bamboo forest fell down.

With another thought, the water knife that was still harvesting the bamboo forest collapsed instantly, and the clear water droplets exploded, wet several green bamboos.

From soft to firm, water can turn hair into sharp blades, and it can also turn spring rain and autumn dew, nourishing all things.

Zhang Zheng seemed to have realized something, he was like a blade of grass, seemingly soft, but in fact the edges could cut through the skin.

Half awake and half dreaming, Zhang Zheng gently raised his hand, spiritual power swayed from his hand, and the withered yellow bamboo leaves swirled into the air. The bamboo leaves swayed slowly, like a small boat floating in the boundless sea.

The palm turned over slowly, and the bamboo leaves danced along with the spirit power. The arm held the elbow, and the elbow held the wrist. The movement was slow and smooth.

The bamboo leaves seemed clumsy in the lifting of the spiritual power at the beginning, they staggered up and down in the spiritual power, and then floated steadily above the spiritual power, constantly adjusting their posture, and even faintly showed signs of surpassing the spiritual power and following the palm of their hands.

This is Qi, the current of air.

Torrents can engulf buildings, trees, bricks and tiles, and strong winds can sweep trees and flowers. In the final analysis, it is the effect of airflow.

Airflow is invisible and silent, every move of all things can generate airflow, and whether this airflow can cause visions depends on the strength of the airflow.