Sword Immortal, she convinces people with reason

Chapter 217
Hearing Wen Zongyi's long sigh and seeing the familiar mourning on his face, Lin Yige knew without guessing that he thought of "his" Immortal Wu Lan again.

She looked up at the sky, and only reported all Wen Caiwei's achievements from the beginning to the present.

"At the beginning of Caiwei's introduction, he practiced an extra set of basic boxing techniques, and later comprehended the Shuiyuejinghua Jue, and then used Yunshan Zhumi to improve his chaotic spiritual root, and the earth fire Mingyi sword spirit chose it as the master... ..."

Lin Yige took a look at Wen Zongyi and was absolutely sure: "You must have prepared something for her too."

Wen Zongyi has devoted his heart and soul to Wen Caiwei, a niece, and has never spared money and spirit stones. How could he forget to prepare pills, talismans, treasures and magic tools for her?

He glanced at the top of Wuling Mountain. Wen Caiwei and Wen Caihe were standing together, and beside him was a young woman with a dark complexion and a foreign face.

That is the Mingyue that Caiwei often mentions, she is the witch of Jiuli, and she has a late Jindan cultivation base.

On the ring stage, Jiang Yan, who was outstanding in appearance but a little bit feminine, thus appearing indistinguishable from male and female, also had a late Jindan cultivation base.

After seeing the three members of the Guiyi faction, Wen Zongyi was even more frowning, and said: "I have indeed prepared, but Caiwei only has a mid-term golden core cultivation, so it is also a question of whether you can use those pills and talismans. "

Lin Yige pondered for a moment, and said, "To tell you the truth, among the three Jindan stage disciples who came back from the Guiyi School, the one I'm most worried about is not Caiwei, but Jiang Yan."

As a maiden of Jiuli, Yu Mingyue, in addition to monks' spells and swordsmanship, is also accompanied by a Gu king, who can summon all kinds of Gu insects that are difficult for Kyushu monks to parry.

As for Jiang Yan, since joining the Guiyi faction, his luck has been excellent.

He had a smooth journey, almost never encountered a real strong enemy, and never had a life-and-death crisis.

The sword formulas are memorized, and the swordsmanship is thoroughly familiar, but so far he has not cultivated the sword energy to be able to draw and draw freely; the black gold sword in his hand has never really been used against the enemy.

Lin Yige said helplessly: "Jiang Yan's sword skills may not even be clear to him."

With prefecture-level qualifications like Jiang Yan's, he should have reached the peak of the Golden Core Stage long ago with all his focus on cultivation.

But he was so short of breath.

Cultivation is like rowing a boat against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

If things go on like this, Jiang Yan might become the first and only true disciple in the history of the Guiyi faction who can't comprehend the sword intent!

This may be the disadvantage brought about by his extraordinary luck.

This Tianjiao battle may be an opportunity for him.

Wen Zongyi heard Lin Yige's words, and glanced at Jiang Yan who was in a hard fight, "You use the Tianjiao of the Nine Great Sects as a whetstone to sharpen Jiang Yan, and at least give him a decent spirit sword!"

One can tell at a glance that the Xuanjin sword in Jiang Yan's hand is of a better grade among Guiyi school's standard spirit swords, but it is still an ordinary standard long sword after all.

It cannot be compared with the Earth Fire Bright Barbarian Sword in Wen Caiwei's hand.

And the sword of the sword cultivator is full of spirituality, and where to point and hit, it must be consistent with his own nature.

"You also said that I am partial, you are no more fair than me!" Wen Zongyi seized the opportunity and taunted her in turn.

Lin Yige smiled awkwardly, but remembered the matter in his heart.

No wonder she ignored Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan has no self-awareness as a true disciple, and always walks alone in Heming Mountain.

It's also fortunate that he doesn't like to be sociable, otherwise he would make his fellow incisors itch when he opened his mouth, which is really not conducive to the unity of the sect.

Right now, I can't find a suitable spirit sword for Jiang Yan, so I can only make arrangements after the Tianjiao battle.

Or after Jiang Yan chooses a teacher, his own master will buy it for Jiang Yan.

……

At this moment, there was a stabbing sound on the ring, and Zhang Yi's Taoist robe was cut open——Jiang Yan's unexpected sword slanted across Zhang Yi's thigh.

Originally, Jiang Yan's cultivation base was relatively low, and he was a bit rigid in his sword moves, and most of his attacks were in the upper, middle and lower dantians, trying to defeat the enemy with one move.

But these clumsy tricks are naturally not enough for Zhang Yi, the once-in-a-century genius sword repairer of Tianyan Sword Sect.

Zhang Yi was only teasing him to play, so he didn't show his real skills for a long time.

Even so, Jiang Yan was at a disadvantage.

But after that cracking sound, the situation subtly changed.

Jiang Yan's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had opened his eyes, and began to attack Zhang Yi's "weakness" regardless of how many times he was swept by the sword wind.

After going all out, Jiang Yan made the sword more handy, and his speed became faster and faster.

But Zhang Yi was afraid of throwing the mouse, and amidst the intensive sword moves, he could only rush to protect his critical position.

Afterwards, Jiang Yan firmly gained the upper hand, and the situation reversed.

Jiang Yan became more and more courageous in the battle, and faintly sensed a truth: as long as he attacks the opponent's weakness fast enough, he is the only one who can attack!
Yuzhou Wen's flying boat went up, down, left, and right, and many monks stayed in the air with their swords.

At this time, seeing the beautiful young man with red lips and white teeth, who would not stop cutting off the root of Zhang Yi's evil, he couldn't help talking about it.

"Is Jiang Yan crazy or am I crazy?"

"Isn't Jiang Yan a disciple of the Guiyi sect? Why does he only attack the third party? Isn't this too much?"

"What's too much about it? You'd be a fool if you let your weakness go and don't attack!"

"Fellow Daoist is right! As a monk of my generation, there should be no flaws in the whole body!"

……

The discussion was scattered with the wind, and did not attract too many people's attention.

Lin Yige manipulated the "Gu Xiaoyun" transformed into a phantom puppet, and stared at Jiang Yan even more closely.

Under Jiang Yan's tireless attack, Zhang Yi's thoughts of pity and pity also dissipated.

The tiger didn't show its power, and was teased by this little raccoon slave as a sick cat!
Zhang Yi controlled the sword with both hands at the same time, and the spirit sword split into dozens of sword shadows, and each sword shadow turned into an orange-red sword energy, like a raging flame, which would burn when touched.

Dozens of orange-red sword qi came in a flash, and they were bound to shatter Jiang Yan's limbs and bones!

Jiang Yan didn't dodge or dodge, and with a flick of the Xuanjin sword, several faint sword auras also came out, and went straight to Zhang Yi's lower abdomen.

Zhang Yi let out a cry of pain, and at the same time, Jiang Yan was hit by dozens of sword qi.

The body armor under the Taoist robe on his body emitted a soft white light, which neutralized the sword energy by [-]%.

The treasure armor seems to have exceeded the limit, and the sound of strings breaking is endless, and finally shattered into pieces of leather armor the size of a fingernail, completely scrapped.

The remaining [-]% of the sword energy tore Jiang Yan's Taoist robe to pieces, leaving deep wounds on his limbs, bloody.

Jiang Yan had enough elixirs on his body, so he threw another healing elixir into his mouth, and his mouth closed up with scabs in an instant, returning to its original state.

It's just the pain of sword wounds left by the sword energy on the limbs, which impressed him deeply.

With a wave of his hand, Jiang Yan changed into a new Daoist robe of the Guiyi sect disciples, which tightly covered his white jade-like skin.

　The mental internal friction has been serious recently, and this month's update may be unstable (referring to the occasional one-day interruption).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)