Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 185 Bullying goes too far

The area around the sword worship platform was crowded, so all eyes were focused on the two figures in the field.

Fang Zuoqing stood with his sword in hand, ten feet away from Zuo Lingquan, with a solemn expression.

Zuo Lingquan hung the sword on his waist, his eyes were calm.

After practicing swordsmanship for fifteen years, Zuo Lingquan's fighting instincts are unmistakable.

He just made eye contact with Fang Zuiqing, and he knew that it only took one sword to kill him; he asked Fang Zuiqing if he wanted to fight because the competition was meaningless.

With everyone watching, Nangong Tieyue stood up, came to the edge of the cliff, looked at the complex terrain below, and said in a deep voice:

"let's start."

Fang Zuiqing heard the sound and raised his sword and held it in his hand:

"Yunshui Jiantan, how can I make it clear? Please give me some advice."

"Zuo Lingquan, please enlighten me."

As soon as the words fell, thousands of monks took a deep breath at the same time and focused on the field, fearing that they would miss the most exciting instant kill.

In their view, Zuo Lingquan is young, so his sword practice time must be shorter than his opponent's, and his proficiency in sword skills may not be enough. Therefore, they will rely on their talent advantage to strike first and catch the opponent off guard to avoid falling into Long fight.

Fang Zuoqing thought so too. The moment he finished speaking, a jet-black armor shadow appeared on his body to avoid being killed instantly by Zuo Lingquan's sudden attack.

But to everyone's surprise, Zuo Lingquan did not draw his sword, but raised his hands and began to seal.

This move made the onlookers stunned for a moment - they came to watch the swordsman duel, why did they suddenly start playing magic? Isn't this the style of a swordsman?

Li Chongjin also frowned, feeling that Zuo Lingquan was too arrogant.

It is true that the spells are very lethal, but that is after the Youhuang Realm; it still takes time to cast the spells. In the Linggu Realm, when you bump into martial arts cultivators from the same realm and fight with each other in the same realm, there is basically no chance for the spells to be used.

And even if it’s a magic spell, what is it that’s being cast?

Nangong Tieyue saw the magic spell that Zuo Lingquan had pinched out, and said unexpectedly:

"Rain-seeking spell?"

The other nine elders obviously noticed this strangeness and looked surprised.

The spell of praying for rain is not difficult, but it is a spell that controls the heaven and earth. Without the water of the five elements, it is impossible to perform it on its own True Qi. Is it possible for this kid...

Before many elders had finished thinking, the scene in front of them proved their guesses.

At the center of the sword worship platform, billowing dark clouds began to spread and soon covered the heads of the two fighting men.

Raindrops as big as soybeans fell from the dark clouds onto the muddy ground in the field; several wildfires made "sizzling" sounds and white mist.

Li Chong looked a little puzzled when he saw this scene:

"This kid at the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley has refined the water of the Five Elements?"

Nangong Yue observed carefully for a moment, shook his head and said:

"It's not the natal water. It should just be a great opportunity...but it's not much different from the natal water. There's no need to fight this time."

With the Five Elements of Life, hitting the Linggu monks was a dimension-reducing blow. Li Chongjin obviously understood this, and his expression became solemn.

The monks who were watching did not have the insight of the elders of the Nine Sects, and they were just wondering why Zuo Lingquan used the harmless rain-making technique.

And Fang Zuiqing knew what kind of opponent he encountered!

He stood in the cold rain, a little unbelievable, but as a direct descendant of the inner sect, he would not be stupid enough to wait in a daze for the other party to perform a spell.

Seeing the rainstorm falling, Fang Zuoqing raised his hand and struck out with a sword. The black sword energy poured out and turned into a wave visible to the naked eye, pressing towards Zuo Lingquan in the distance.

Fang Zuiqing also has five elements that are close to water. He is not restricted in the rain. Instead, he is like a fish in the water. The strong sword energy carries the heavy rain and stirs up the gravel and soil on the ground.

The waves are not one, but continuous. From the outside, it looks like a raging river has appeared between the fields. It is the sword skill of Yunshui Jiantan, 'Fengshui Continuous Tide' that is not known to outsiders.

The swords of Yunshui Jiantan are "chains", which are interlocking and continuous. At a distance of thirty feet, as long as you are covered by the tide of swords, you basically have to block and move endlessly. It is difficult to find a close one. Chance.

When the monks onlookers saw such a big movement, they immediately let out a cry of exclamation, but their exclamation suddenly stopped.

I saw the sword wave pressing down on Zuo Lingquan on the opposite side of the field. Zuo Lingquan didn't even bother to dodge. He raised his right hand slightly, and the falling rain curtain directly condensed into dozens of ice walls.

In full view of everyone, several ice walls appeared between the two fighting men.

The surging sword tide hit the ice wall, and the surging impact broke through several ice walls. New ice walls kept appearing to block them, making it impossible to break through the dozens of barriers between the two.

Kakaka——

Amidst the ice cubes shattering and the sword energy whistling, all the monks present looked in disbelief.

Li Chongjin stood up directly on the cliff and said:

"He didn't perform magic, how could he turn water into ice?"

Even if he had his natal water, he still had to make secrets to cast ice spells. Nangong Tieyue also looked surprised:

"He has such a strong water control talent. He can turn water into ice with just a snap of his fingers without pinching. He must have refined the scaly bloodline of the fairy beast level. It looks a bit like the black dragon that the Lord of Barren Mountain sat down on."

Qiu Fengqing was even more shocked than Li Chongjin. Seeing this scene, he thought Zuo Lingquan had secretly refined Lord Huangshan's spiritual pet.

Lao Lu suddenly realized why Zuo Lingquan suddenly jumped to the sixth level of Linggu.

Qi Jia frowned and looked on, a little confused:

"Not a swordsman? What is this?"

Zuo Yunting fanned his fan, his eyes filled with pride:

"Central Continent Wolong, what's wrong with a dragon playing in the water?"

…

The most shocked of all was the opponent Fang Zuiqing.

Fang Zhuoqing was accused of death with a single strike, and he couldn't even break the defense, so he couldn't understand it.

That's all for controlling the water, if you don't know how to do it, you can turn it into ice, how can this fucking be in the same state?

Isn’t this bullying? This!

Seeing that he couldn't touch it from a distance, Fang Zhuoqing immediately galloped towards Zuo Lingquan, ready to get closer.

But Zuo Lingquan knows more than controlling ice cubes as shields.

The moment Fang Juqing made his move, Zuo Lingquan raised his hands again.

Fang Juqing, who had just run a few steps, felt his feet sinking and being grabbed.

When I looked down, I saw that the rain had adhered to my feet and condensed into solid ice, hindering my pace.

Fang Zhuoqing quickly spread out his protective energy, breaking the ice on his legs, but immediately heard:

"Hom--"

Zuo Lingquan made a secret with his hands, and the rain curtain falling from the sky condensed into seven water swords, floating around Fang Zuiqing.

With the exit of the word "Kan", the seven water swords instantly formed the iconic "Seven Star Sword Formation" of Yunshui Jiantan, and several water walls locked all directions, turning the sword formation into a solid ice cage.

? ?

When Li Chongjin saw this scene, his eyes suddenly burned with anger - the two sides were dueling and using his belongings to beat theirs. Was this not treating Yunshui Jiantan as a human being?

Fang Zhuoqing was also extremely annoyed to be trapped in his own seven-star sword formation, but he did not know how to control objects at the sixth level of Linggu, so he couldn't use the seven-star sword formation at all, so he had to use his sword to forcefully break through the formation.

As long as the heavy rain keeps coming, the ice wall can repair itself at any time, making it easier to rush out.

Zuo Lingquan wanted to try the 'Flying Frost Technique' after controlling the death party, but his hole cards were too exposed, which would be unfavorable for future competitions, so he did not use the technique to show off his skills at the moment, but raised his hand to stir up the nearby river.

bang——

The water dragon rushed out of the river and poured into the Seven Star Sword Formation.

Under everyone's attention, the ice crystal cage in the center of the venue began to expand visibly to the naked eye, and the ice layer became thicker and thicker, but in the blink of an eye it turned into an iceberg.

Fang Zhuqing, who was trapped in it, frantically broke through the formation, but the gap was opened faster than the ice layer grew, and the space within the formation began to shrink rapidly.

Borrowing the power of heaven and earth, Zuo Lingquan consumes much less True Qi than Fang Zhuqing, even if Fang Zhuqing cannot be killed, he can use ice to control Fang Zhuqing's True Qi.

So the monk watched the two people fighting in the field... No, it must be the warlock walking his dog. They were all stunned and didn't know what to say.

The elders of the Nine Sects also felt that this scene was a bit ugly, and it had completely ruined the reputation of the Nine Sects' inner sect.

However, Fang Jumang cannot be blamed for this. Zuo Lingquan has mastered the water control talent, which is equivalent to a low-profile version of Youhuang Dalinggu. With the talent Divine Ability, Fang Jumang can be killed.

The elders of Jiuzong thought that Zuo Lingquan was good at swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that he was an iceman pretending to be a swordsman, and his chances were so amazing. At this time, the look in Zuo Lingquan's eyes seemed to be a bit of a solicitation.

Not to mention anything else, based on his current state and the talent of 'making ice at will', he is enough to become a direct descendant of the inner sect of the Nine Schools. After all, this talent is too rare.

The stalemate in the field continued.

Zuo Lingquan controlled the ice prison and felt a little bored when his opponent refused to surrender. He turned to look at Jiang Yi among the crowd.

Jiang Yi's eyes were shining, and she waved her fists to cheer him up, but the distance was too far and she couldn't hear what she was saying.

Zuo Lingquan responded with his eyes, and he was so excited that he made a flying phoenix with wings spread on the ice crystal cage.

Although Zuo Lingquan's ability to control water is not so refined that it can be seen down to the smallest detail, he can still get a rough outline.

The shiny dumpling squats on the top of the ice prison, spreads its small wings, and poses like a flying phoenix spreading its wings. It looks very cute.

When Jiang Yi saw this scene, she was slightly stunned, then laughed out loud, and glared at Zuo Lingquan angrily.

Shangguan Lingye, who was above the cliff, saw this scene and his eyes moved slightly. He supported the side of his face with his hands and showed a bit of a smile.

After Zuo Lingquan made the dumplings, he saw that his opponent was still trying to break the ice, so he made a big beetle and a beautiful white cat next to him.

Anyway, it’s time to play.

Outside the sword-worshiping platform, many monks watching Zuo Lingquan kept displaying the ‘Divine Ability’. After watching for a while, they couldn’t understand it. They discussed in a low voice:

"What kind of magic is this?"

"It's a suppressive spell. I heard that the top of this type of formation will have the shapes of various mythical beasts..."

"The mythical beast is the Azure Dragon White Tiger. What kind of mythical beast are these cats, insects, and that big ball with wings?"

"There are so many wonders in the world, it may be an unknown mythical beast that we have never seen before, um... that ball is so fat, it should be a 'Pixiu' that can only get in and out..."

"Pixiu has wings?"

"You haven't seen it, how do you know it's not there?"

…

The garbage time on the court continues.

After pinching the white cat, Zuo Lingquan saw that Fang Juqing hadn't surrendered yet, so in order to please the silly wife who just broke her body, she pinched a statue of a pig-headed man on the ice.

This was painted on the jade pendant that Jiang Yi gave him. Seeing this scene, Jiang Yi naturally blushed and felt a little shy.

The corner of Zuo Lingquan's mouth was smiling, and he wanted to pinch another heroine to come out and stand beside him, but before he could make a move, he heard a thunderous roar:

"Enough!"

The two were so preoccupied with flirting that they apparently forgot how the other person felt.

Li Chongjin's face was already ugly. When he found out that Zuo Lingquan actually made a statue of a 'pig head and a human body' and placed it on the ice prison to mock him, even the best city government was so angry that he clapped his hands behind his back:

"Junior, you are too deceitful, can you pretend that there is no one in Yunshuijiantan?"

The sound was like thunder, which made the onlookers who were watching the show tremble in fright, and the ice prison was also shattered.

Cacha——

Ice Brick Splash!

Fang Zhuoqing quickly got out of the inside, rushed out and retreated a long way, and then stood up with a red face and a guilty look on his face.

If the teacher intervenes, he is admitting defeat.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan naturally stopped his hands. He was a little dissatisfied that the ice sculpture he had finally made was destroyed.

As the referee, Nangong Tie Yue raised his hand, and all the messy rain and smoke in the field dispersed, and said loudly:

"Zuo Lingquan wins, according to the usual practice, the past grievances are wiped out, does Yunshui Jiantan have any objections?"

Li Chongjin took a breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said:

"Zuo Xiaoyou's friendly tactics were misunderstood by me. The grievances between the Zhang family and Chen Yu have been wiped out. Yunshui Jiantan and the lower sect will not mention this matter again. In this nine-sect alliance, generations of disciples have learned from each other and improved. I mean, since Little Friend Zuo has such a cultivation level, I, Young Master Yunshui Jiantan, would like to ask for some advice, so Little Friend Zuo dares to fight?"

Zuo Lingquan didn't feel any sense of accomplishment when he was just a random fish, so he said:

"Dare, I just hope that the young master of your sect can have some real talent and knowledge, don't let me down."

"Oh..."

Hearing these arrogant words, the monks all over the place became restless, knowing that the main event was coming.

The situation just now was too crushing, Zuo Lingquan didn't even draw his sword, there was really nothing interesting to see, so playing Qingkui was more interesting.

Li Chongjin didn't show any signs of Zuo Lingquan's arrogance and nodded:

"Okay, according to the rules, little friend Zuo will set the time."

The monks had to recharge their batteries after the fight, but Zuo Lingquan had not spent much just now and did not want to delay, so he said directly:

"You're already here. I don't mind all the seniors here making a trip again. Let's do it now."

The elders of the Nine Sects were profound in their spiritual practice. They could see that they had not spent much just now, so they nodded slightly and did not say much.

Li Chongjin sat down again and raised his hand:

"The sundial!"

As soon as the words fell, a brocade-robed figure landed in front of the octagonal gate tower...

(end of this chapter)