The immortality of mortals

Chapter 33 Flute Battle
The melodious and clear sound of the flute resounded throughout the Yellow Maple Valley arena.

White clouds filled the air, and the classic scene of trapped enemies reappeared.

"It's that strange Yuntu magic weapon again!"

There were monks below who immediately started talking.

As the most famous contestants of this Immortal Ascension Conference, although Yang Xuan has only used the Cloud Sea Zhanfeng Diagram once.

But it has been studied to a great extent by many strange people, casual cultivators, and family elders.

In order to ensure that they or their family members win the competition, every time a master like Yang Xuan uses a magic weapon, he will be used to study and analyze it and think of ways to defeat the enemy.

Therefore, Yang Xuan also needs to learn some Shenyin Sect techniques.

Let yourself have more means, and make it impossible for the enemy to fully understand what is true or false.

"Hmph, a trapping weapon that suppresses divine consciousness..."

The eldest brother of the He family, He Ningyuan, who was trapped in the white mist, sneered.

Because of the previous festival, he deliberately studied and collected information about the other party with his family elders. Unexpectedly, he would encounter the Top [-] Competition, which just came into play.

This dense cloud may seem troublesome, but as long as he stands still, the opponent will continue to consume mana.

This is an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

Just when He Ningyuan made up his mind and used the Vajra Talisman to summon the body shield, he suddenly felt the clouds and mist billowing outside and a strong wind blowing.

If that's all, he still has the confidence to deal with it.

But with the strong wind, there is also a heavy cold air, as if countless ice and snow are flying.

The originally foggy world instantly turned into a freezing cold place where dripping water turned into ice and everything was frozen.

"not good!"

The diamond shield was quickly broken by the frost knife and snow blade.

He Ningyuan let out a wild roar, raised up the Vajra Shield again, and used an intermediate defensive weapon to protect his whole body.

But the daggers of azure ice struck the protection and soon left him paralyzed.

He Ningyuan couldn't help but have the idea of ​​​​escape.

But the characteristics of the cloud world are now revealed.

The dual suppression of vision and consciousness turned the small arena of several hundred square meters into a maze-like world, trapping him, a monk at the tenth level of Qi Refining, unable to escape.

"Ah, I, I give up!"

He Ningyuan, who soon ran out of mana and was at the end of his rope, was about to give up and shouted at the top of his lungs.

However, what frightened him even more was that his voice seemed to be trapped in the snow and wind, unable to be heard.

He could only cry out in despair before dying.

Just when He Ningyuan was crying until his eyes were full of tears and his nose was full of snot, and his demeanor was completely lost due to the threat of death, suddenly the clouds and fog disappeared, and the wind and snow in the sky disappeared instantly.

Looking up, I saw only blue sky and white sun.

A man stood proudly in the air, slowly putting down the jade flute in his white hand.

"I, I lost..."

After coming back to his senses, He Ningyuan covered his face with his sleeves, feeling a mixture of complex emotions including the joy of surviving the disaster, the fear of the strong, and the regret of his past actions.

He didn't even have the courage to look up, and fled the ring in embarrassment.

"ended?"

"Is it over?"

Contrary to the situation on the stage, the many monks watching below felt that Monk Zhang Er was confused.

They only saw the clouds and mist rising from the arena, and Yang Xuan played a beautiful flute song.

Then He Ningyuan, who was quite capable, climbed down from the ring in tears.

No one knew what happened in the arena, which made many monks more and more curious to ask.

In the end, they were all rejected by the silent He family monks.

competition is over.

Yang Xuan walked back to the tree house by himself.

I am quite satisfied with my vocal performance during the battle.

In the duel with He Ningyuan, he shared two magical weapons, one was the Cloud Sea Zhanfeng Tu, and the other was the newly named 'Lingshuang Knife' on his back.

During the whole process, he not only used his voice to control the weapon, but also achieved another skill of the Shenyin Sect.

Use your own voice to suppress and drown out your opponent's voice.

As a result, others could only hear the music he played on the flute, but could not hear He Ningyuan's screams in the sea of ​​clouds.

Can you save some face for your opponent?
Of course, the biggest effect of such behavior is that the monks watching the battle cannot see through all his methods.

To avoid being specifically studied and targeted in subsequent battles.Yang Xuan sat quietly in the tree house, thinking about future strategies against the enemy.

As for training.

After the mana reaches the peak of Qi refining, the improvement becomes slower and slower. Only by absorbing the middle-level spiritual stones every day, there will be slight progress.

He became more and more eager to get the Foundation Establishment Pill.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

Just as Yang Xuan entered the room, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

He was a little strange. According to common sense, he lived in a guest room on the top floor and was cared for by the Mu family, so he would never be disturbed by outsiders.

I don’t know who actually came to visit late at night.

"Brother Yang, why did you make people wait for so long~"

As soon as I opened the door, a fragrant breeze hit my face, and I saw a girl with a name that was as old as a moonlight and no more than a cardamom leaning on me.

"Tui'er, what are you..."

Yang Xuan took two steps back and looked at the girl clinging to his arms with some confusion.

After living in the ancient locust tree for more than a month, he gradually became familiar with several female Ye Xiu who often appeared in the Mu family.

The girl in her arms is called Mu Cuier, and she is the youngest girl in the Mu family.

He has a lively and playful personality, is innocent and cute, and is very lovable.

"Brother Yang, I'm afraid of sleeping alone at night. How about we sleep together?"

Mu Cuier hugged his neck, opened her big watery eyes, and said in a sweet voice:
"I feel so lonely and cold..."

The girl has some clumsy seductive skills, but she shows a bit of youthful charm. It is not difficult to imagine that she will be a beautiful beauty when she grows up.

"Stop messing around and go back to your room."

Since Yang Xuan came to stay, he has often been talked to by the female cultivators from the Mu family. They have known each other for a long time and have a good relationship with each other, so they have a tone of educating their little sister.

"Brother Yang, I am sincere..."

Mu Cuier pouted her pink lips, trying to express her feelings.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Tuk Tuk Tuk…

"who is it?"

Yang Xuan asked strangely.

"Mr. Yang, it's me, Mu Bing'er..."

A pleasant female voice sounded outside the door.

"Oops, it's the third sister... It's over. If she knows that I came to Brother Yang's room in the middle of the night to disturb him, she will definitely scold me again... What should I do..."

When Mu Cuier heard the female voice, she was like a mouse seeing a cat, running around anxiously.

Yang Xuan looked at the little girl and sighed helplessly, pointed to the bed and said: "This spiritual wood bed can isolate spiritual consciousness. If you are afraid of being spanked, just go and hide underneath."

"Yes, yes, brother Yang is smarter, I almost forgot..."

Mu Cuier quickly bent over, raised her butt, and got under the bed to hide.

Yang Xuan coughed, opened the door, and saw a quiet, dignified, cold and beautiful girl standing at the door, holding a jade wine bottle.

It was the third daughter of the Mu family, Mu Bing'er, who was known as a cold beauty.

"I saw Young Master Yang defeat the top [-] today, so I specially prepared a small amount of wine to congratulate..."

A rare smile appeared on Mu Bing'er's cold face, and she suddenly looked stunning and beautiful.

"Well, Miss Lao Bing'er is really so worried."

Yang Xuan behaved very politely and was thinking about how to send the other party away.

The girl had already poured herself some flower wine, and an intoxicating fragrance suddenly filled the air.

Mu Bing'er held an exquisite small wine glass in both hands, brought it to Yang Xuan, and said a little shyly: "Master Yang, please taste the fragrant wine I brewed..."

"This……"

Yang Xuan couldn't refuse, and was just about to drink the fragrant wine.

Suddenly there was another knock on the door in the tree house.

"Ok?"

He turned around in confusion: "Who is knocking on the door again?"

"Master, open the door quickly, it's me, Murong'er..."

　Two chapters of battle, playing the flute to win~
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