From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The only remaining true Qi in the body was extracted again, and the lightning body mode ended. "Xiao Yijin" snapped his fingers, and bullet-sized lightning bolts pierced through the prey's hands, followed by countless azure threads that tightly wrapped around it.

After stopping, "Xiao Yijin's" calves were already blurred, completely staining the hem of the white skirt that covered her graceful body red.

The lightning line exploded, Wang Bing wailed, and his soul left his body.

Jiang Yuan held the guy's forehead and used both hands to steal the secrets in his soul.

All the miscellaneous things were ignored, and the painting technique of Shentu and Julingqianjiang emerged in his memory.

The latter's special attack against the spirit was quite exaggerated, and it was obvious that he had seen through the fatal weakness of the life-threatening spirit.

As for the art of painting and divine painting, it is to transform the object of painting into a physical entity. The more you understand it, the more realistic it is, and the closer the effect is to the object of painting. However, when you reach a higher level, you need to use precious materials to make pigments before you can paint it.

"Master, how do we deal with this guy?" Xiao Yijin asked. Just now, when Master was using her body, he left traces inside. This was a considerable fortune, and the improvement it brought to herself was no less than the Golden Light Spell of Longhu Mountain.

Wang Bing cried and shook his head desperately, but his mind was in a state of confusion and he couldn't organize any effective words.

"The qualifications are disgraceful."

Jiang Yuan casually swung his hand and blew up Wang Bing's head. Lu Ci knew that he had killed Lu Liang. This guy would not survive from the beginning. Even with his incomplete hands, he still needed to make plans. He could not arouse the Lu family's high alert for the time being.

Xiao Yijin was about to speak when he saw someone's Yin Spirit disappear with the fake golden elixir.

……

The small world is taken back.

A body fell to the ground with a clang.

The whole place was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Wang Ai was stunned at first, then he couldn't believe it, and finally he was so angry that his eyes turned red.

The cultivation of the four realms is fully revealed, and the surging true Qi is steaming.

The old man leaped up and flew hundreds of meters. Blood flowed from his palms, which formed a huge ink-splashed mountain by themselves. It seemed to contain a huge weight, and it smashed down towards the murderer.

Xiao Yijin stood up. The hem of her white skirt looked very muddy with blood and mud, but her expression was very calm.

A black line attacked, Jiang Yuan appeared, raised the black blood peach wood sword, and slashed out with sharp sword energy, confronting the ink-splashing mountain head-on.

There was a loud sound of rock collapse, and the red ink and sword energy made the ground beneath their feet riddled with holes.

"Give me an explanation!"

"He wants to do something bad, so I can only resist."

"Jiang Taiping, this is your good disciple, the second generation disciple of Wudang!" Wang Ai grinned and said, "Keep an eye on her, otherwise I will chop her off sooner or later."

"Don't bother yourself." Jiang Yuan looked calm and put away the sword in his hand.

Both sides knew that there was no need to fight because Lu Jin and Lu Ci were already nearby. The accidents to them were different from those to the younger generation. Once a fight broke out between life and death, it would be a major event among the sects and families.

"Did you instruct on this matter?" Lu Jin asked.

"This evil disciple is stubborn and I am willing to bear all the consequences." Jiang Yuan said righteously.

There was a burst of discussion in the stands. This woman surnamed Xiao was a despicable person, but she had a good master who was willing to protect her despite the pressure from the Wang family. Moreover, this swordsman was not very old, but his strength was unparalleled. He could take a full-strength attack from the fourth realm and was not hurt at all.

"Since Jiang Jianxian said so, then I will believe it." Lu Jin said with emotion. He thought of his master Zuo Rutong.

But I still have to say what I need to say.

"After all, it's you who taught me poorly and took away my martial arts qualifications..."

"Wait a minute, how come nothing happened after Huo Tiangang was killed?" Xiao Yijin asked dissatisfiedly.

Lu Ci pulled Lu Jin and motioned him to look at Wang Ai who was holding the corpse. It didn't matter whether she was qualified or not. In the old man's mind, this little girl had become a target to be killed.

Lu Jin looked up when he saw this. If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to accept it for a while if he saw Lu Linglong or Lu Lin die.

"Leave it to the referee."

"The competition continues." The Taoist who was a third-generation disciple almost clapped his hands in joy. He was the first disciple of the old Heavenly Master's eldest disciple. A slight change of concept meant that he was the legitimate son and grandson. Not showing his joy was already giving him face. If Wang Bing killed someone on the spot, it would seriously damage the reputation of his master's school.

The situation calmed down, and Xiao Yijin bowed deeply in public.

"Thank you for your care, Master."

Jiang Yuan turned and left.

"It won't happen again."

……

The next game will be against the biggest dark horse since the start of Luotian Dajiao - Jia Zhengliang.

It is said that people in Jiajia Village in the northwest have been practicing the Running Palm Technique and the Art of Controlling Objects for hundreds of years.

This art of controlling objects needs to be practiced from a young age. After a long time, it will be integrated with the life of the magical instrument and can be controlled at will. If one reaches the pinnacle, a hundred or even a thousand meters will be no problem.

However, fewer and fewer families are willing to let their children do hard labor. There are many people in Jiajia Village who can use the running palm, but very few who can control objects.

Jia Zhengliang appeared on the court with a head of red hair. While fighting, he talked to his relatives on the phone. He displayed twelve flying knives and easily won the game.

All the competitions ended in the evening.

A total of thirty-two people advanced, and tomorrow's schedule is an individual battle, one-on-one to obtain the promotion spot.

Zhang Chulan's opponent is Shan Shitong, a family talisman master. His ancestral talismans are specifically used to seal other people's meridians, and do not require much preparation time. He is considered a strong enemy.

As night fell, Feng Baobao sneaked towards Shan Shitong's residence, preparing to send this guy to the back mountain to be dealt with. On the way, he happened to see two strange people at the edge of the back mountain.

"Just to take a look? Why not go over? Anyway, it won't be a big problem if you and your son don't make it public."

A young man with his hands folded into his sleeves, his white hair like a waterfall.

"Mr. Gu, are you free?"

The middle-aged man hidden in the cloak spoke. He was an old man from the old times, but he still looked young at this moment. This was the magical effect of Daluo Cave Observation, which could stop time and even reverse it.

"Da" means "immeasurable" and "Luo" symbolizes "encompassing". As the name suggests, Daluo Dongguan means observing the world endlessly and without limits, which is consistent with Gu Jiting's practice goal - to see the full picture of all things in the world.

"I am only here to teach you the art of Qimen. Even though I used to hang out with the head of the sect, my family is a very traditional family of sorcerers."

"Will the famous family make Master Hutu crazy?" Zhang Yude was speechless.

"Qiuniu, stop slandering me. He was the one who led his Shuzi Sect cronies to surround and kill me first."

"But you admit it."

"Excuse me, are you Zhang Chulan's old man?"

The two were silent and turned to look at the person who came.

Being at the pinnacle of the fourth realm, it is really embarrassing to be able to reach this distance.

"It's the baby. It scared me. I thought I was old."

Feng Baobao ignored Gu Jiting and looked straight at Zhang Yude.

"How did you know?" Zhang Yude asked.

"Your taste is similar to that of Old Huaiyi and Little Chulan. Don't look at me as a fool. I'm actually not stupid at all."

"You go ahead and do your business. We'll just chat for a while and then leave. He is indeed Zhang Chulan's father." Gu Jiting said.

"Oh, that's fine. I'll get busy first." Feng Baobao nodded. In her opinion, it was more important to deal with Zhang Chulan's opponent tomorrow. It would be enough to just mention his father's matter.

Seeing the girl running away, Zhang Yude said, "Why don't you tell her her life story?"

"That's the Sect Master's business. The Sect Master hates it most when others interfere with him." Gu Jiting smiled, "He himself is not afraid of trouble."

(End of this chapter)