Chapter 33 The Third Battle There was no sign of discouragement on Yan Shuang's face. She lightly stroked with her fingertips, and dots of red fluorescence appeared between her slender jade fingers. The boat under her feet flew back to their position very steadily and smoothly as she controlled it. One win, one loss. Yun Tong signaled his eldest disciple to step forward. This last round would be the key to success or failure. Ling Fu looked calm, with a pair of bright eyes on his ordinary face. He looked at the ghost-faced man who was equally calm and flew towards him without saying a word. Early stage of Jindan vs. Early stage of Jindan. Ling Fu did not think he was weaker than the other. "Daohao Lingfu." "Daoist name Zhongqiu" The ghost-faced man was obviously also a disciple of the monk who fought with Yuntong. Unlike his master, the mask on Zhongqiu's face was slightly different, with only a long sharp horn between his eyebrows, and no symmetrical secondary horns on his forehead. Compared with his master, he was taller and slender, with thin strings of agarwood beads around his wrists and feet. The voice came through his mask, extremely clear. Ling Fu was observing Zhong Qiu, and Yun Tong also paid a lot of attention to him. There is no other reason. In terms of appearance, Zhong Qiu is the one who looks most like his master. Cheng Ke was only at the Qi Refining stage, and did not have any related decorations. Yan Shuang was at the Foundation Establishment stage, and had a small ghost mask on his hair. Zhong Qiu's evil ghost mask was almost the same size and shape as his master's.
Yun Tong wondered, is this the way their sect distinguishes the cultivation and status of their disciples? Or is it related to the cultivation method they practice? If we can see some unique abilities of this school from Zhong Qiu, even if we lose the bet, we will still gain a lot. Yun Tong stared closely at the two people in the center of the fight. After the battle, Yun Tong carefully reviewed and analyzed the details of the fight in his sea of consciousness. In the end, he came to a frustrating conclusion: if it weren't for Bai Shi Guan, Yun Tong, a Jindan cultivator who had opened his own school, would have been easily defeated by another cultivator of the same level within ten breaths. One high-level technique forced Yun Tong to be too busy with blood sacrifice and defensive secrets. Another high-level technique that followed forced him to use his real life-saving tool, the White Stone Temple. Did he launch any attack on the ghost-faced monk during this process? Yun Tong smiled bitterly. The gap, this is the gap. But... in a short time, there are not many ways. Yun Tong never uses Baishiguan unless his life is hanging by a thread. Because Baishiguan has never let him down. Because once Baishiguan is used, its powerful ability of concealment and teleportation is enough to make the other cultivators envious. The ghost-faced monk initiated the gambling fight. Each faction had three disciples, and they would win two out of three games. The stakes were the three northern states of the Jing Kingdom. Yun Tong's first reaction after hearing about the bet was that there might be some secrets in the three northern states. After all, the spiritual energy of Jing State had been cut off for a long time, and there were no special products that were useful to cultivators. If there was no purpose, no cultivator would be interested in this place. The Ghost Face cultivator was so powerful that he shouldn't have appeared here so abruptly. You know, Yun Tong often travels between Cangliuzhou and Jingguo, but it's because he was born in Jingguo, and most of his disciples are from Jingguo. In addition, he himself has a secular life in Jingguo. Even so, his three most direct disciples are not from Jingguo. It was too difficult for Jing Country to produce a child with spiritual roots. And the quality of spiritual roots was not very good. After repeated consideration, Yun Tong still accepted as many children from Jing Country as possible as registered disciples. Yun Tong still had some affection for Jing State. But as his cultivation became more advanced, this affection inevitably faded. He didn't want to lose the three northern states if he could avoid it, but if he really lost, he could afford to lose. Jing State couldn't produce cultivators with good enough qualifications, so it was doomed to die. Yun Tong thought to himself, I can protect Jing State once, do I have to protect it for the rest of my life? I'm afraid... it will be difficult this time. The intuition of high-level cultivators is generally very accurate. Seeing Ling Fu and Zhong Qiu attack each other instantly without any mercy as the distance between them shortened, Yun Tong had a bad feeling in his heart. This unpleasant feeling came suddenly, but was strong! Zhong Qiu was seen pulling off a string of agarwood beads from his left hand and throwing it forward casually. The speed was extremely amazing, and in the blink of an eye, it was directly in front of Ling Fu. How could Ling Fu not be prepared for this? Without saying a word, a brown paper talisman suddenly appeared in front of him. The Jindan cultivator wanted to take out the magic tools and talismans from the storage bag, and it was done very quickly. Almost as soon as he thought about it, it was done. The brown paper talisman was only the size of a palm, and the size looked very strange. It was not a common style, but was almost square. As soon as the paper talisman appeared, Ling Fu's spiritual power quickly triggered the runes on it. As the spiritual power flowed in, the runes connected with each other, as if alive, emitting bright magic light, and suddenly broke away from the talisman paper it was on, blocking Ling Fu's face. The rune, which was originally only the size of a palm, suddenly expanded into a giant net after it was separated from the talisman paper as it communicated with spiritual power, and tightly covered Ling Fu. Even Ling Fu felt safe under this protection. There was a consensus among the monks long ago: money, friends, magic and land. None of them can be missing. The spiritual power in the battle must be carefully calculated, so some necessary functions, such as attack, defense, control, etc., in addition to learning the corresponding magic, can also be replaced by magic tools, talismans, prohibitions, etc. Just like the talisman used by Ling Fu, the defensive effect is very good, and the spiritual stones consumed are very large. If it is not such a battle that concerns the reputation of Baishi Temple, he would not be willing to use it. But in this battle, Ling Fu feels it is worth it. The spiritual power required to trigger the talisman is only a tiny bit for him, so the spiritual power saved is enough for him to deal with various possible situations. Ling Fu looked at Zhong Qiu opposite him with a burning gaze, through the giant net formed by the talisman and the sea breeze that had become violent due to many battles. "It's been a long time since I met an enemy of the same level who was worth fighting. I hope you won't let me down." Zhong Qiu's mask was not hollow, so he couldn't look Ling Fu in the eye this time. Ling Fu naturally didn't know that under the mask, a very faint smile appeared on his beautiful face.
The wooden beads on the string were not big, but they carried the power of wind and thunder. When they approached the rune, they suddenly turned into black smoke. But it didn't stop there. The black smoke turned into a vague lion head with a ferocious and painful face. It suddenly crashed into the giant net while roaring. The black smoke transformed by the wooden bead was not big to begin with, and the simulated lion head was even more pitifully small. But when the lion head really hit it, the sea breeze suddenly stagnated! "Not good!" Yun Tong opened his eyes wide and took a step forward to block Feng Cong and Shan Xing. The next moment, the shock wave that spread from the center of the huge collision mercilessly hit the surroundings. "boom--" The relatively calm sea surface beneath everyone's feet was only splashed a little by the shock wave, and the reaction it brought about was far beyond the expectations of Yun Tong and others. The waves rose up into the sky, almost licking the soles of their feet, and the exploding water mist scattered in the air like rain. Yun Tong had experienced it before, so he had a rough idea of the impact strength. Even through his Taoist robe, he still felt a tingling numbness in his chest. The higher the realm, the greater the difference between each small stage. But this person in the early stage of Jindan is obviously not weaker than him. As expected, the giant net collapsed like bubbles in this shocking collision. However, as the lion head rushed forward in a show of strength, another stream of black smoke suddenly exploded. A snake head was vaguely formed. The cold eyes in it were very obvious, which made people feel chilled. Since it is a string of beads, there are naturally more than one bead. "No!!" Yun Tong's eyes were bloodshot. (End of this chapter)