Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 157: The Lion Fights the Rabbit, Destroys the Flowers!
"I wonder which sect's disciple would like to come first?" Lu Xiangsheng looked at the real people present with a smile on his face.

Lei Baichuan's face was cold, and he stood up without hesitation: "I, Lei Lingshan, are willing, but our designated opponent is Xuantianzong."

The few disciples he currently earns tokens are all just above-average aptitude. If there are no adventures in the future, their achievements in the immortal road will be limited, so they feel unwilling.One is a disciple on the list, and the other two are naturally for the sake of losing face.

"hiss!!"

The other monks behind all gasped. They didn't expect that they would be so tense at the beginning, but it's right to think about it. Lei Chao, Lei Baichuan's personal disciple, seemed to have died in Xuantianzong's mountain guarding sword formation.

This incident caused a lot of trouble, and everyone knew about the hundreds of monks in the hall.

Lu Xiangsheng frowned slightly, his eyes paused on Lin Xiaoyuan, looked at Duanchou, and asked, "I wonder if Xuantianzong is willing to fight?"

At this time, the two sides represented the sects, and Lu Xiang was promoted to be the principal, but he could no longer call out the little brother.

When Lei Baichuan got up together, Duanchou knew what the other party was up to, and with disdain in his heart, he said blankly: "Xuantianzong has no objection."

This answer fully satisfied the mentality of the audience.

Lu Xiangsheng nodded, and turned to look at Lei Baichuan: "Xuantianzong's accompanying disciple this time is a late-stage cultivator of the Soul Cultivation Realm. Can there be any disciples from the same realm in Leiling Mountain?"

Because only one disciple of Xuantianzong, Lin Xiaoyuan, accompanied him, and his cultivation level was only at the late stage of cultivating the soul, and the four disciples behind Lei Baichuan, one was at the cauldron transformation state, and the other three were at the spirit building state. The cultivation base of the initial stage of the spirit.

Seeing the unequal strength of the two sides, Lu Xiangsheng asked this question.

"This..." Lei Baichuan frowned slightly. He was eager to stand up and provoke him earlier, but he forgot that the Xuantian Sect did not have any disciples of the Spiritual Realm to accompany him.

Duanchou turned her head and glanced at Lin Xiaoyuan. The little girl looked excited and eager to try. Seeing the master looking over, she nodded with a smile.

Duanchou smiled indifferently, and then said: "It's okay, my Xuantianzong disciples have always been invincible in the same realm, and they can fight at the same level. Since Lei Lingshan has no disciples from the Soul Cultivation Realm, let their disciples from the Spirit Cultivation Realm take the stage."

After finishing the words, Duanchou quietly gave the Four Elephants Pagoda to Lin Xiaoyuan, who understood and smiled.

Of course, this is only used as a hole card, as long as the opponent doesn't use secret treasures and the like, Lin Xiaoyuan won't use them either.

After all, the Four Elephant Pagoda has fallen from a high-level magic weapon to a top-grade spiritual weapon. In essence, its power is infinitely close to a magic weapon, and using it is equivalent to cheating.

"Hmph! Since that's the case, then I want to see what is so special about the disciples of Xuantianzong."

With a gloomy face, Lei Baichuan waved his hand, and the cultivator at the early stage of spirit building immediately stepped onto the steps of flames. The flames shone brightly, and the flames were raging, but they did not engulf him. On the contrary, under the protection of the surrounding flames, he appeared even more mysterious and powerful.

Seeing the spiritual cultivator from Leiling Mountain stepping up to the fighting platform, Lin Xiaoyuan immediately got up, carried the cold jade guqin on her back, and walked up steadily.

Because it is a battle of skills, the name must be announced as usual, so the cultivator of spiritual cultivation smiled coldly: "Lei Lingshan Yanzhi Xing, the spiritual weapon of life to kill the gods."

Yan Zhixing originally had an ordinary face, and he didn't see anything different, but now he showed the God-killing Thorn shining in the light of thunder in his hand, and it looked ferocious.

The two-foot-long god-killing thorn in his hand was imitated by searching for countless precious spiritual materials according to the ancient methods recorded in the ancient books of the sect, and spent several years painstakingly imitating it. He also has the power to fight when he meets a monk in the middle stage of spiritual cultivation.

It was also because of this that Lei Baichuan chose to take him along. If he encountered disciples from various sects competing in martial arts, he would be able to surprise them and make the sect look good.

Now, it just came in handy.

After Lin Xiaoyuan got on the fighting stage, all the previous excitement disappeared, her whole body calmed down, her face was tense, and she said seriously: "Xuantianzong Lin Xiaoyuan, the spiritual weapon of fate, the cold jade guqin."

While speaking, Lin Xiaoyuan flipped her hands from the piano case behind her, took out a white jade guqin that was overflowing with cold air, plucked the strings with her bare hands, and placed it horizontally in front of her body.

Master said, despise the enemy strategically, but we must pay attention to the enemy tactically.

The lion fought the rabbit with all its strength, not to mention that the opponent's cultivation level was far above hers, so Lin Xiaoyuan did not dare to relax in the slightest.

Lu Xiangsheng waited for the two to pass their names, and called out softly: "Start."

Then I saw Yan Zhixing and Zhushen stabbing together, turning into a bolt of lightning, with bursts of crackling thunder and electric explosions, blasting towards Lin Xiaoyuan, the attack was fierce, without any compassion.

Although Lin Xiaoyuan was fighting on stage for the first time and had no combat experience to speak of, she was very intelligent and had no distracting thoughts. At this moment, she was extremely calm.

Seeing Yan Zhixing approaching in an instant, Lin Xiaoyuan didn't appear flustered, and immediately played with both hands, her jade fingers plucking on the strings with sound, the melody was faint, and the sound of the piano was ups and downs.

"Ding dong. Ding dong"

Ding ding dong dong, the sound of the piano was like water, soaking in the heart, and the fighting stage was shrouded in a faint black mist at some point.

The strings trembled, soundless, and half-moon-shaped transparent sound blades, in the dark and misty black mist, weaved densely like rain, poured like waterfalls, and covered the lightning that instantly killed and pierced the sky.

At the same time, Lin Xiaoyuan tapped her feet lightly, moving her body, flashing and moving, like an elf ghost in the dark night, or like a dragon hiding in the clouds, fading away in the hazy mist.

"This Yan Zhixing is also a disciple of a great sect after all. How could he be so vicious? Judging by his actions, he doesn't think of an orthodox monk at all. On the contrary, he looks more like a disciple of a demon sect."

Under the fighting stage, there were onlookers talking about it, and monk Yihuading couldn't bear to watch it, and spoke out angrily.

"That's right, facing a little girl in the Soul Cultivation Realm, his own cultivation is much higher, so it's extremely embarrassing to use the big to bully the small. Just like this, it's really contemptible to have to take the lead. "

The female monk in the red dress sitting next to her showed displeasure on her face, and said in agreement.

"Lei Ling Mountain? Hehe!" A Confucian shirt monk in the distance showed disdain, shaking his head and sneering.

The group of real people sitting in the back of the hall, although they didn't take these discussions and criticisms to heart, but the one-sided accusation and abuse made them smile in their hearts, and they looked at Lei Baichuan with teasing expressions.

At this time, Lei Baichuan's complexion was ashen, and seeing everyone looking at him, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, and kept silent.

Different from the criticisms from hundreds of monks in the hall, all the real people present, including Duanchou and Qi Zuuoguo, admired Yan Zhixing's decisive, ruthless and merciless actions.

(End of this chapter)