Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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After Xiong Xun and Yu Wenlong left, on the peaceful and picturesque beach, suddenly dust and sand flew up, and a thin figure appeared in the ground. direction, sneered, and disdain appeared in his eyes.

"Pedantic idiot, how many spirit stones is the affection of the sect worth?"

The figure flickered slightly, and the person disappeared into the night.

And when Xiong Xun and Yu Wenlong returned to their side of the stand, they could obviously feel that the other disciples of Taoist Tianyu breathed a sigh of relief, as if welcoming back the backbone, their breathing became much calmer. [

Xiong Xun sat down with a grin, and said with a slight smile, "How was the result of the competition just now?"

A thin and beautiful woman stood up and said: "Liu Jian lost, but the opponent didn't hit him hard, just hit him with a finger."

Xiong Xun nodded, and muttered: "Liu Jian is the disciple of the elders of the outer sect. Uncle Tianbei will not attack them for the time being, but you should not be fooled by it. After playing, if you can't beat them, immediately admit defeat."

"Yes, Big Brother!"

Everyone's expressions tightened.

Yu Wenlong glanced at him with a sad face, and said, "Brother, if you—"

In the middle of speaking, Xiong Xun reached out his hand to stop him and said: "I know what you want to say, you don't need to say any more, I'm done."

Yu Wenlong sat down resentfully.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them was a bit weird, the other monks looked at each other for a few moments, but did not make a sound.

On the other side of the east stand, a skinny monk sneaked out from the darkness, walked up to the middle-aged man, leaned his head, and whispered a few words.

After listening to the expression on the middle-aged man's face, there was a sinister look in his eyes.He said to himself: "Xiong Xun, if you want to fight to the death, then I will give you a surprise."

The competition in the arena is still going on. In addition to the two disciples of the Nascent Soul cultivator, there are also five disciples of the elders of the outer sect.

From time to time, some disciples were carried off the competition platform, most of them were from the lineage left by Taoist Tianyu.The severity of the injuries varies, but fortunately everyone listened to Xiong Xun's instructions, saw that the situation was not good, and immediately surrendered. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the disciples arranged by Taoist Tianbei.It's not good to be cruel again.

Everyone's eyes fell on Xiong Xun from time to time, and everyone knew that the last match was the duel between him and Jiang Zonghu, based on their perennial grievances and their temperament.There is no chance of any dull ending.

Xiong Xun's face became more and more calm, a strange smile even escaped from the corner of his mouth, his thoughts were flying, and all the noisy voices around him suddenly quieted down as if they had left him.

Suddenly remembered his last match in Lianyun Daozong, it seemed to be against a guy named Luo Xuan.That guy also called him Medicine Jar, because the teacher Da Cang Daoist loves to take pills for his disciples to improve his cultivation.

Thinking of this, Xiong Xun suddenly laughed, extremely happy, full of anticipation for this battle.

His temperament also changed suddenly in an instant.His eyes were even darker and deeper, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the void, which made the juniors and juniors sitting beside him feel unpredictable like mountains and seas.

Naturally, Xiong Xun's changes could not escape the eyes of the elders.Several people felt it immediately. [

Taoist Tianbei's eyes were startled suddenly, he looked at Xiongxun carefully, and there was an undisguised admiration in his eyes, and finally sighed: "He actually made a breakthrough before the battle, and his spiritual cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, although compared with Shuiyue Jingxin There is still a distance, but it is quite rare, this child has excellent aptitude, and his ambition is far beyond ordinary people, but it is a pity that he is loyal to that guy Tianyu and refuses to worship under me."

The five elders of the outer sect on the northern stand were also secretly startled, their eyes sparkled, but they all dimmed in the end. They can't even protect themselves now, let alone stand out for Xiong Xun.

"If this child can pass this level, the future will be limitless!"

Finally, one person said softly, and the other four nodded in agreement.

In the square, there was a loud bang and gravel splashed!

"I surrender."

Yu Wenlong fell to the ground, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and a look of unwillingness on his face.

His temperament is much smoother than Xiong Xun's, and when he sees that the situation is not good, he immediately admits defeat.

Yu Wenlong walked back to the monks on the west side of the stand step by step, with his head down, not daring to look at Xiongxun.

Xiongxun stood up suddenly, like a high mountain, lying in front of him, staring at him coldly and said: "Raise your head, under the teacher's seat, there are no disciples who are downcast!"

Yu Wenlong was stunned, unable to tell which teacher Xiong Xun was talking about, but after thinking about it, no matter if it was Da Cang Daoist or Taoist Tianbei, they probably wouldn't want to see him like this.

Yu Wenlong slowly lifted up to reveal, and met Xiong Xun's eyes, his expression gradually calmed down.

Xiong Xun walked to his side, leaned over his head suddenly, and said via voice transmission: "Aaron, I've protected you for so many years, you should take some responsibility, Yuan Mofeng, I'll leave it to you."

After speaking, he patted his shoulder and walked towards the center of the square.

Yu Wenlong stood there dumbfounded as if he was being shocked by an electric shock. From this moment on, he knew that Xiongxun's fate was irretrievable.

Under the bright night sky, an indifferent voice suddenly resounded through the sky: "Next match, Xiong Xun vs. Jiang Zonghu!"

With his head held high, his face stern, his hands behind his back, his steps were as steady as a mountain, and his footsteps were as heavy as thunder, he walked into the square step by step.

His cultivation base is only at the early stage of Golden Core, but all the monks of the Rain-covering Immortal Sect who looked at him felt small and humble, as if his realm was far beyond the early stage of Golden Core, and the place he stood was not the earth , but a sky.

His opponent, the middle-aged man Jiang Zonghu, had already stood on one side of the square, looked at Xiong Xun approaching, smiled disdainfully, and said in a low voice, "You bastard!"

Both of them are the best young disciples of Fuyu Immortal Sect. Before Xiongxun joined the sect, Jiang Zonghu was the leader, but after Xiongxun came to the top, he gradually overshadowed his limelight. Furthermore, he had it all to himself, and the friction between the two gradually arose, and even fought several times in private, but they were all stopped by the elders.

Now Jiang Zonghu's teacher monopolizes the power, no one can stop him, Jiang Zonghu also intends to take this opportunity to make a complete end.

The two knew the basics and the bottom line, without a word of nonsense, they fought together directly! [

The flames and swords merged into a ball.

What Jiang Zonghu used was a flying sword with tiger-like sharp teeth embedded in the blade. The sword was so sharp that it shot holes in the square.

Xiongxun made a tactic with both hands, the speed was extremely fast, the people who watched were dazzled, one by one, the fire spells were released with his gestures, and his expression was relaxed and calm.

Even Xiong Xun himself finds it inconceivable that today's state seems to be surprisingly good, like a divine aid, all kinds of spells are at his fingertips, without the slightest sense of stagnation.

The tiger tooth sword drew a sharp ray of light, split the flying fireball into two, and the two small fireballs blasted towards Jiang Zonghu in two directions.

The corner of Jiang Zonghu's mouth twitched, and he shot two shots of mana with the fingers of his right hand to knock down the fireball. With his left hand, he quickly pinched a formula, the speed of the Huya sword suddenly increased, and it flew to Xiongxun's eyes with a swish.

The expressions of Yu Wenlong and the others changed, and the power of Jiang Zonghu's Tiger Tooth Sword seemed to be much stronger than before.

Everyone unconsciously glanced at Taoist Tianbei.

Xiong Xun didn't show any emotion on his face, he opened his eyes, suddenly stretched out his two middle fingers, gripped the Huya sword tightly, and the Huya sword let out a deep sword whistle, then suddenly sank down and slashed at his palm.

Zheng!

A layer of black light suddenly appeared on Xiong Xun's hand, and a layer of scales was faintly visible, spreading rapidly. The tiger tooth sword seemed to be chopped on a stone, only a few sparks burst out, and then there was no sound.

"Water Demon Armor? Has this guy actually made it?"

Jiang Zonghu was slightly taken aback. The Water Demon Armor is a rare body protection secret art in the Rain-covering Immortal Sect. It is extremely difficult to practice. It needs to enter the depths of the sea, cut off its vitality, and only rely on the will of the body to withstand the invasion of Wanjun water pressure. There is only a slight chance to practice it. In the Fuyu Immortal Sect, except for a few elders, the younger generation has never heard of anyone who has succeeded.

Xiongxun looked calm, grabbed the Huya sword, and opened his mouth, and a ball of purple flames spewed out. The flame looked deadly, but Jiang Zonghu's Huya sword melted quickly like ice and snow under the scorching sun, turning into molten iron, and fell to the ground .

Jiang Zonghu spat out a mouthful of blood with a bang, and his face was pale. There was a seal of his primordial spirit in the Huya sword. When the Huya sword was destroyed, he was also injured immediately.

"Xiong Xun, what kind of ghost flame is that that can burn my middle-grade sword?"

Jiang Zonghu wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted in a deep voice.

Xiong Xun laughed and didn't answer him. After burning the Huya sword, Zihuo shot at Jiang Zonghu.

All the cultivators watching the battle were also amazed, they didn't expect Xiong Xun to hide his hand all the time.Several elders squinted their eyes slightly, with contemplative expressions in their eyes.

On the west stand, the frowning Yu Wenlong was finally relieved and smiled. Only he knew that this spell, from the Lianyun Daozong in the distant Blue Sea Continent, was the Ziyang True Fire taught by Da Cang Daoist.

Jiang Zonghu had seen the power of Zihuo before, so he didn't dare to dodge, and immediately dodged to the side, his eyes were even more sinister, and he thought to himself: "Xiong Xun, you ruined my baby, I want your life!"

His figure, like a bat in the night sky, made a strange circle and headed towards Xiong Xun.

Xiong Xun was slightly taken aback, what is this guy going to do?

Jiang Zonghu was in mid-air, and suddenly raised a huge blue light sword, and shouted violently: "Xiong Xun, look what this is!"

The green sword was shining brightly, swift as lightning, and it was about to strike!

"Teacher's Canglan Sword!"

Only this thought flashed through Xiong Xun's mind, the green light had poured down like a torrential rain, breaking through his water demon armor, and split him in half diagonally from his shoulder.

With the sound of his head falling to the ground, his eyes full of astonishment were looking in Yu Wenlong's direction.

Yu Wenlong's smile just now was still hanging on his face, and he was instantly stunned and burst into tears. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)