Chapter 29: Martial Arts is not as good as Magic, it is Xiao Daoer In the world of ice and snow, there is no other color between heaven and earth. Li Xunhuan was alone, standing in the center. So, what about the opponent? "Fellow Daoist? Can you come out and see me?" No one answered. Hawk-watching? The monks nowadays are really rude. "I saw you." "If you don't show up, I will take action." Li Xunhuan's ears moved slightly, and a trace of spiritual power fluctuations from a storage bag came from not far away.
Got you. He casually sent out a stream of spiritual power, which turned into an ice arrow in the air and shot towards the blank snow. A white shadow broke through the snow and dodged the attack. The real threat isn't there. Li Xunhuan's attention was fixed on his feet. The next second, there was a noise coming from underground, and another white shadow broke through the snow. The white-robed monk held a long sword and stabbed at him. At the same time, white shadows appeared in front, behind, left and right. Luo Yanbu? Li Xunhuan jumped into the air without having time to think. At this moment, a voice mixed with excitement came to my ears. "You got Fooled!" The real monk in white stabbed forward with a top-grade magic weapon in his hand. The old strength is gone, and the new strength is here to survive. This is a sure kill. Li Xunhuan, this spot belongs to me. The long sword pierced through the void, but it was just void. The scholar in white's pupils contracted, is that fake? The next second, everything went black. died. Li Xunhuan appeared at the original spot, as if he had never moved. Fellow Daoist, what level of martial arts do you think the Wind God Leg is? Are there any mortals who are strong in martial arts? Dead and unable to speak? That's fine.
The outcome of this battle was determined from the moment the opponent showed up. "Li Xunhuan wins." Seeing the exquisiteness of his footwork, the sect's disciples couldn't help but look at Li Xunhuan a few more times. Li Xunhuan took back the spoils, thanked the other party politely, and left. He had a feeling that his next opponents would become more and more perverted. At the same time, above Qingyun Mountain, a huge flying ship was fixed in the void. On the boat, the flag of the Yellow Maple Valley was raised. Under the flag, there is a middle-aged man and a young man. The two monks chatted while paying attention to the ground below. "Junior Brother Wu, it seems that the first cultivator to join the Yellow Maple Valley has been confirmed." "Brother Wang is right. Li Xunhuan is only 21 years old, and his cultivation has reached the twelfth level of Qi training. I think his spiritual roots are at least two. Even if he loses, Huangfeng Valley will accept him." The middle-aged monk called Senior Brother Wang had a beard, a serious face, sharp eyes, and was quite majestic. He nodded, and they both thought the same thing about spiritual roots. Then he suddenly said, "Li Xunhuan's martial arts skills are exquisite. Junior Brother Wu, are you interested in studying them?" "No, I prefer spells." The young monk, Junior Brother Wu, was pale and beardless. He shook his head to express his refusal. Although he said that, he had decided in his heart that he would not miss any of Li Xunhuan's subsequent battles. I always feel that this person's methods are not limited to this. Senior Brother Wang didn't say anything about this. The two were foundation-building cultivators, and they had extraordinary vision. During the Qi training stage, martial arts techniques can provide great help to combat power. But after the foundation is established, it will lose its effect. Only magic is the right way. Martial arts? Little Doyle. The martial arts performance at the Ascension Assembly was still going on, and Li Xunhuan met a series of strange and colorful Taoist friends. "I am the descendant of the Yuanying family of Huangfeng Valley. Why don't you beg for mercy quickly?" "Brother, are you interested in participating in the Great Dao together?" "Fellow Daoist, can you let me play in the next round? I will reward you handsomely afterwards."
"Calling you Li Xun Huan, do you dare to agree?" In the martial arts performance of the Ascension Conference, cultivation is only the most intuitive thing. Family background, bad mouth, poisoning, charm and so on all together make up something called combat power. It just so happens that Li Xunhuan has very high combat power. Just when he thought that the Ascension Conference was nothing special, he met a real opponent. It was a dark day, with strong winds blowing through the willows and heavy rain pouring down. Li Xunhuan held an umbrella for himself. In front of me is a river with turbulent waves. An arched bridge connects the two banks. Li Xunhuan was a little surprised. His previous opponents always hid in secret, but this time was different. In the spiritual consciousness, the opponent is on the other side of the bridge, and his cultivation level is at the eleventh level of Qi training. Without thinking, he strolled on the bridge like an ordinary person. It seems slow, but it's actually fast. As he walked on the bridge, the other person appeared in his eyes from head to toe. Appearance: 'ordinary'. It was raining heavily and the other person was soaked all over. His eyes were sharp and he stared at him intently. He was wearing very cheap clothes, like an ordinary warrior, and holding a magical sword. The other party did not seem to hide his tracks from beginning to end. So confident? A ruthless person who fights against adversity? Zhang Chou did not feel the strange look in Li Xunhuan's eyes. "Don't you think I'm ugly?" "Fellow Daoist, you are joking. This has nothing to do with me. Why should I be disgusted?" A smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Chou's mouth, and then spread to his entire face, and finally he raised his head and laughed out loud. "Hahahaha, after all these years, Fellow Daoist Li is still the first person who doesn't mind." Suddenly, he glared at Li Xun Huan and said word by word, "In this case, I will let you go in peace." He held the long sword in one hand, and the scabbard automatically faded three-quarters, revealing a sharp blade. The best magic weapon, the long sword. With a sound of sword sound, the scabbard was completely separated and flew straight to the willow tree next to it at an unimaginable speed. Willow:6.
At the same time, a khaki sword beam, shaped like a crescent moon, went straight towards Li Xunhuan. Behind the sword light, Zhang Chou followed with a sword in hand, using a strange movement. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes. This is the sword light. In order to kill the enemy with one blow, he even came in person to kill him. Li Xunhuan, what can you use to resist? Li Xunhuan stood on the bridge, holding an umbrella in one hand, watching his performance. Sword light? In the universe, it is just a required elementary course for sword practitioners in the Qi training stage. The Dragon Sword Technique can be done easily. However, this is the mortal world. The famous Qingyuan Sword Technique in Han Lao Mo's hand is a magical power of the Qi training period. 'Magic power' hey. He was so scared. To show respect, he flew into the air to avoid the attack, and with a thought, he kicked out a stream of 'gang' energy with his Wind God Leg. The strong energy and sword light met on the bridge surface, stirring up flying sand and rocks. From Li Xunhuan's perspective, the strong energy cut off the sword light. It was indeed a small sword beam. Then he fell backwards into the river, stepped on the waves, and stood on the surface of the river. It's not that I'm just playing cool. As we all know, during the Qi training period, one can only control one magical weapon. If, I mean if, he was fighting against a cultivator in the Qi training stage on the river, would the opponent only be able to attack from a distance? Or control the flying sword, hold the magic weapon, and fight with him on the river? Or would you worry about falling into the river and having a water fight with him? This question was soon answered. Zhang Chou felt that he was blind, his mind was blind, Can the sword light be cut off? And why didn't this person use a flying weapon to stand on the water out of thin air? Don’t handsome people follow the basic principles of cultivating immortals? He tried to shoot out a few more sword beams, but the opponent walked freely on the water and dodged them. The sword light hidden in the darkness collided with the oil-paper umbrella, sparks flew out from the tip of the knife, and then refracted along the curve of the umbrella.
Damn it. This is the Ascension Ceremony. Not a beauty pageant! Why do some people hold umbrellas in the rain? Will you die if you get caught in the rain? Even an umbrella is a top-grade magical weapon. Fortunately, he has it too. (End of this chapter)