I am farming in the fairyland

Chapter 230 Battle of Tianjiao
The female cultivator smiled helplessly, the cultivator in Wangqing Valley is really shrewd, no matter what, he will control the situation tightly.

As soon as Yuan Hong opened his mouth, the female cultivator's attack also arrived.

The female cultivator held a handful of yellow sand in her hand, and approached Yuan Hong through the cover of her sleeve robe. She slightly raised her small hand, and the yellow sand immediately sprinkled towards his face.

Yuan Hong didn't expect her to have such a trick, so he didn't notice it for a while, and his vision was blurred by the yellow sand for a moment.

The female cultivator didn't expect Huang Sha to bring her miraculous effects, all she wanted was to block his sight and attack her at this time.

However, Yuan Hong is a monk with rich combat experience, his eyes are blocked by the yellow sand, and he can't see things for the time being, but he still has the consciousness to see.

The body tilted slightly, dodging the nun's attack.

The big hand grabbed her wrist, trying to pull her closer to fight.

But his plan came to nothing, the female cultivator's hand was unbelievably soft in his palm, and she broke away from his restraint with a twist of her wrist.

Yuan Hong was slightly surprised, and the slippery feeling from the palm of his hand reminded him that this female cultivator's body skills were a little bit stronger than he imagined.

So what if he has strong body skills, he has no intention of competing with her in body skills.

Yuan Hong hooked the corners of his lips, quietly waiting for her to launch an attack.

……

The two fought in the arena for a long time, and as expected, the female monk of the Misty Sect lost.

"Wangqinggu wins, one point."

"Brother is amazing!"

"Senior Brother Yuan can do it!"

One can vaguely hear the cheers from the monks in Wangqing Valley.

Before Yuan Hong had time to catch his breath, he was a little flustered by the monks who were going to compete in the ring next.

He faced three matches in a row, and won every match. His spiritual energy was consumed a lot, and he didn't get any rest. The state of his spiritual energy was not very good. It was inevitable that he made a mistake and was kicked out of the ring.

"Misty Zong wins."

……

Liu Yixiang squinted her eyes, besides the Shinto sect, she found that the disciples in several other sects were also quite strong.

Like Jiange, Xuantianzong, etc., these sects have some top-notch monks.

But who is stronger or weaker than her, you need to try it yourself to know.

She took a look at Wangqing Valley's arrangements for the next guardian monks, and estimated in her heart how likely it was that she would face off against Wen He.

Liu Yixiang was silent, she was ranked behind in the attacking competition, and Wen He was ranked in the front in defending the competition, it should be impossible for her and Wen He to come together.

And it is very possible that it is not her turn to play in this match, no wonder Liu Yixiang thinks so, because she is ranked fifth from the bottom.

Since it was not her turn, Liu Yixiang set her sights on every match between fellow members of Misty Sect and cultivators from Wangqinggu with peace of mind.

She frowned, and took note of other people's moves very carefully, which allowed her to improve the field of spiritual energy.

Watching the battles between other monks is actually an opportunity to learn from their strengths through the battles. She doesn't know about others, but it is more useful to her anyway.

Soon, the battle on the four arenas was coming to an end, and the monks on both sides had never been to the arena, so the gap was not very big.

But even so, it is not very likely that it will be Liu Yixiang's turn to compete in the ring.

Although Yuan Hong and Binglingen Wenhe opened up the score gap in Wangqing Valley, but Misty Sect's side is not bad either.

Although she didn't get the chance to show her skills in the ring, don't forget that there is also a fighting maniac Xie Feixuan in Misty Sect who wants to fight with others as soon as he sees a monk with advanced cultivation.

As early as in the previous fight with him, Liu Yixiang had glimpsed his essence for the first time, and she was not surprised at all by Xie Feixuan's fighting spirit afterward.

That's right, the son of luck who fought Wen He was him.

Liu Yixiang was addicted to watching this battle of Tianjiao.

The thrills and excitement, and the later turnaround, even Kara Kiyoshi was amazed.

Time went back to when the two played against each other.

"The Valley of Forgetfulness, Wen He."

"The Misty Sect, Xie Feixuan."

As soon as they signed up for each other, a battle broke out between the two.

A monk under the arena exclaimed, "It turns out that Wangqinggu...is called Wen He. Even the name sounds so nice!"

After he exclaimed, he found that no one paid attention to him, and all eyes were on the ring.

The exclaimed male cultivator felt resentful, touched the back of his head in embarrassment, pretended that nothing had happened, and stared at the battle on the ring.

Wen He's ice-attribute aura is extremely strong, and as soon as the formula containing the ice-attribute aura came into contact with Xie Feixuan, it immediately turned frosty.

No need for a weapon, her power of ice is the best weapon.

The spiritual energy left the body, and changed into a transparent silver thread according to her mind, and she couldn't see it at all if she didn't pay attention.

But in the blink of an eye, silver threads of ice spirit energy slowly intertwined on the ring, weaving into a big net, and pressing towards Xie Feixuan.

As soon as Xie Feixuan entered the ring, he was blocked by this big net woven by ice spirit roots, and the silver threads reflected a dangerous light under the light.

No need to try, Xie Feixuan could tell just how strong the transparent silver thread was by feeling. He could clearly feel the coldness emanating from the silver thread, and the hairs on his legs stood up unconsciously.

Even though Gangqing had snatched a few monks with excellent talents, including Leilingen and the rare [-]% full-rooted Lingen, he still felt a little pity in his heart.

After all, no one thinks that the Tianjiao of their own sect is too young.

"Wangqinggu found a treasure this time, but it's a pity..."

Ging Qing stood up halfway through his words, and glanced at Daozong's direction, meaning something.

There was a hint of sarcasm in the quiet tone, "That's right, no wonder it's gloomy all day long."

Zhu Xun couldn't hear their voiceover, so he knew that Misty Sect was satirizing Shinto Sect again.

An indeterminate light flashed in Zhu Xun's eyes. It's not sure who will have the last laugh, let them be proud first.

He took a deep look at the two people on the ring, and then looked away.

There are not a few heads who have become sour, and they all cast envious eyes on Zhou Huan, the head of Wangqing Valley.

Wen He's skills were so strong in the middle stage of foundation establishment, one can almost imagine what she will look like when she becomes a golden core or a nascent soul.

I'm afraid few people can match it.

"What kind of method is this? It can form a huge net in an instant!"

"This senior sister is not only strong, but also good-looking. I suddenly regretted it."

The monk who said he regretted this sentence belonged to Tizong. Tizong was full of strong men, and his eyes were tortured by their exposed skin from time to time. Usually, he didn't even have the chance to wash his eyes by looking at the beauty.

Seeing that Wen He is not only beautiful but also strong enough, a trace of regret arose in his mind.

There must have been something wrong with his head at the time?Otherwise, why would you choose to join Tizong.

As for the porridge in the sect?Cute is cute, but his insensitivity to the genre.

……

Xie Feixuan's body was also very calm, without any movement, quietly watching himself surrounded by the big net.

There was no panic in his eyes, the more critical he was, the more excited he became.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger his fighting spirit.

The scope of the silver net was shrinking, he was not in a hurry, and he could even see the excitement in the boy's pupils.

found it!
Xie Feixuan was overjoyed, he charged power in his palms, and the Benglei Fist, wrapped in powerful thunder-attribute aura, blasted towards the ice net made of intertwined silver threads.

The ice net was instantly shattered by a huge force, and Wen He's control over Yinsi was mostly weakened.

Due to the loss of the support of the spiritual energy, the silver thread fell on the ring and gradually turned into nothingness.

The girl's pupils shrank, and her body moved to the right very quickly, avoiding the attack.

But Wen He felt something brush past her left shoulder, as if struck by a thunderbolt.From the left shoulder down, there was a feeling of paralysis in the whole body.

"how come!"

"What is the background of this young man?"

The monks of other sects exclaimed, they couldn't believe that the ice net, which seemed not so simple, would be crushed by a single punch.

What's more, in the previous competition, they saw with their own eyes that Wen He's aura could freeze people instantly.

"He is Xie Feixuan, [-]% of the variation is Lei Linggen. I tested the spirit root with him in Qi Le County."

The monks who tested their spiritual roots with Qi Le County at the beginning, remembered those monks with excellent spiritual roots very clearly.

At this time, when I heard other people's questions, I almost opened my mouth and came.

Some monks came from counties and counties in the common world, so naturally they had never heard of him.

He was shocked when he heard the monk's words.

"Could it be that your Qile County is some kind of blessed land?! Why do all the Tianjiao come from there?"

He counted on his fingers, "Look, there are mutated thunder spirit roots, mutated ice spirit roots, [-]% full spirit roots, and there must be many other monks with excellent aptitude..."

Huh?
The young man who came out of Qi Le County touched his head and recalled the scene of testing the spirit root, it seems that it is really what he said?

Let's not mention how everyone discusses it.

Wen He's spiritual energy circulated rapidly in her meridians, and the spiritual energy traveled along the meridians to the place where the numbness came from, relieving her from the numbness.

The girl murmured softly, using only a voice that the two of them could hear, "Are you Lei Lingen?"

Xie Feixuan remained silent and rubbed his fists. Wen He really deserved her reputation as a mutated ice spirit root, and there was ice spirit energy around her body.

His fist just touched her skin with the palm wind, and the ice aura climbed up his fist along the palm wind.

A layer of hoarfrost instantly covered his fist. If he hadn't reacted in time and used aura to prop up the defense, his hands would definitely have been frostbitten.

Is the ice spirit root so terrifying? !

The fighting spirit in the boy's eyes rose, and he shouted, "Fight!"

This time, he chose to take the initiative to attack.

Fist is the best weapon, run the Benglei Fist, the fist is entwined with violent thunder aura, hitting Wen He's vitals directly.

He was Lei Lingen, something Wen He hadn't expected at the moment, and after suffering a loss, he instantly distanced himself from him.

The silver threads transformed from ice-attribute aura attacked Xie Feixuan one by one.

The young man was completely unafraid of the attack of the ice-attributed silver thread, he listened to all directions, his eyes watched all directions, and his fist moved according to his thoughts, smashing the silver thread.

With only a pair of fists, he protected himself airtight.

At the same time, the young man's body skills are not bad either, with Ben Lei's footwork, pulling the distance between him and Wen He closer.

Wen He gradually reduced the number of transparent silver threads and improved the quality.

The silver thread has shrunk by more than half in an instant, the size is still the same, but the attack power has increased by more than a star and a half.

Three silver threads of ice aura shot towards the boy's toes, legs, wrists and waist rapidly.

Wen He had the idea of ​​freezing the boy into an ice sculpture, as long as her ice needle pierced those three parts of him, even if he was Lei Lingen, he would not be able to break free easily.

Wen He is confident that he can do it.

His eyes flickered, but this alone was not enough, the silver thread of ice aura could not lock him, and she could only predict Xie Feixuan's walking trajectory.

Maybe it will hit him, maybe it will be noticed by him and avoid it, all these are unknown.

To be foolproof, she needs to make some more preparations.

In an instant, a little bit of silvery white color fell on the ring, among which was mixed with stone-sized hailstones.

Silvery white snowflakes and hailstones smashed towards Xie Feixuan, but avoided Wen He, forming a vacuum around the girl.

Xie Feixuan looked at the snowflakes and hail that appeared out of thin air on the ring, and immediately knew that it was Wen He who made it.

The silver threads were mixed between the snowflakes and the hailstones, and Xie Feixuan gradually became unable to do what he wanted.

Those snowflakes and hailstones, if the body is not paying attention to contamination, the movements will become much slower.

Therefore, it takes time to resolve it with spiritual energy. If he doesn't care about it, the advantage he has established will definitely deteriorate in the long run, and he will lose to Wangqing Valley.

The expression in the boy's eyes became more and more determined, it's nothing more than losing to Liu Yixiang.

In case this person is like her, he has to be forced to call out senior sister or something, it's scary to think about it, he really doesn't want to go through the thing of calling someone else's senior sister again.

Looking around the arena, Xie Feixuan's heart moved slightly. She launched such a large-scale offensive, and the consumption of spiritual energy must be extremely terrifying.

A hint of mockery flashed in the young man's eyes, tsk, maybe he doesn't need to make a move, as her spiritual energy will be exhausted in a while.

What Xie Feixuan could think of, Wen He could naturally think of this too, her attack range was shrinking around him.

And her "land of ice and snow" is completely different from the silver thread of ice aura, which can lock the target.

No matter how good Ren Xie Feixuan's Bending Thunder Fist is, it can't resist the negative effects of the ice and snow on his body.

His movements were sluggish, his flesh stiffened by the chill from the snowflakes and hailstones.

It was inevitable that he was hit by the silver thread later on, his limbs became more and more sluggish, and his temples and eyebrows were covered with hoarfrost.

Even when you breathe out, you can clearly see the white gas.

Xie Feixuan was hit by the silver thread again, and a layer of ice crystals quietly spread on his ankle.

The monks under the ring breathed lightly, and they didn't dare to increase their voices at all, for fear of affecting the duel between the two arrogances.

The intensity of the battle between the two can be seen in general.

But thinking about the monk who is also the pride of heaven, who is full of spiritual roots, she played against others, and they didn't see anything outstanding.

It's intriguing to think about it.

Some monks were a little itchy, and they really wanted to see the battle between the monk who was full of fire and roots and other arrogance.

There are many people with a heart like a mirror.

Don't think about it, it must be that the monks she met were not too strong, not enough for her to show her real strength to deal with them.

……

This is indeed the case.

Liu Yixiang's spiritual sense noticed that there were a few veiled eyes sweeping over her from time to time, and the girl immediately understood it.

She couldn't help laughing, they must be wondering if she is [-]% full of spiritual roots, otherwise how could it be possible that Xie Feixuan's combat power is so strong, but she is quite satisfactory.

There is no doubt about this.

She will retain her strength, naturally because she wants to retain sufficient energy in the subsequent competition so that she can win.

If it's okay to say that there are only one or two rounds, she can explode and let others see clearly how strong she is.

Now it's only the second round of the competition, if she wins consecutively every time, and the state of aura remains at its peak, others will definitely be able to see the clues!

Everything is about step by step.

She didn't need it at all, and she didn't want to expose the characteristics of the Hunyuan Divine Art.

You just need to preserve your strength, try your best to win the competition without exposing your skills, and get more points for the sect.

(End of this chapter)