Stealing the Heavens.

Chapter 19 He learned sorcery
"Junior sister Xinyu, do you think Feng Qingwu is seeking death?" Zi Dong proudly came to Zhou Xinyu's cave and directly sentenced him to death by the Demon Slayer Division.

"Are you sure you can beat Feng Qingwu?!" Zhou Xinyu was not optimistic: "I heard that Feng Qingwu has broken through to the sixth level of the innate realm."

"Even if she breaks through to the ninth level of the Xiantian Realm, I can easily defeat her!" Zi Dong said proudly.

He now still has thousands of second-grade luck. Donglai Ziqi can easily defeat Xiantian realm monks, and he can also use his luck to advance quickly.

It's just that Zidong doesn't dare to play with luck, it is a good thing that can save his life, and there is no time to practice now. Let's wait until the demon hunting group begins to take shape.

"Why do you defeat Feng Qingwu?!" Zhou Xinyu was very doubtful. Although Zidong could gain luck, his cultivation level had not improved yet.

"You'll know when the time comes!" Zi Dong said in a conspiratorial manner. Dong Lai Zi Qi must not be told, he had to find an excuse.

Three days later, in the early morning, at the martial arts field halfway up the Yuntian Peak, tens of thousands of Yuntian Sect disciples gathered, and the life-and-death battle between the Demon Slayer Division and the Demon Hunting Group began.

Although Elder Yuan Chen personally presided over the competition, he was still not allowed to use spiritual weapons, and the outcome could only be decided with bare hands.

All demon slayers were present, and more than 1000 people surrounded the makeshift arena, like security guards maintaining order.

Feng Qingwu put on a brand new red dress, which was even more gorgeous in the morning light. She even tied her long black hair with an amethyst tassel hairpin.

She was really red and purple, and her little face was raised proudly, looking provocatively at Zi Dong across the ring.

"Zidong, why aren't all the members of your demon hunting group here yet?!" Elder Yuan Chen, who was sitting high up next to the ring, asked impatiently.

There were thousands of people from the Demon Slayer Division, but there were only two lonely people in the Demon Hunting Group, Zi Dong and Zhou Xinyu.

Elder Yuan Chen knew that most of the members of the Demon Hunting Group were from affiliated sects, so he deliberately gave them more time, but still no one came.

"Hall Master, there are only two of us in the demon hunting group, we can start." Zi Dong said with a relaxed expression to Elder Yuanchen, clasping his fists.

"There are three competitions, how can there be only two people in the Demon Hunting Group?!" Elder Yuanchen immediately asked angrily.

"Hall Master, don't you win two out of three battles? Junior sister Xinyu and I are enough!" Zi Dong said with confidence, clasping fists at Elder Yuanchen again.

"Whoa", the entire martial arts arena fell silent for an instant, not even the sound of breathing could be heard, and everyone looked at Feng Qingwu.

Zi Dong was openly slapping the Demon Slayer and Demon Slayer in the face. The Demon Hunting Group didn't need a third contest at all. They could destroy the Demon Slayer and Demon Slayer in just two games!

"Zidong, come up here!" Amidst the anger of all the members of the Demon Slayer Division, Feng Qingwu jumped directly onto the ring and roared at Zi Dong in the audience, her little face redder than her skirt.

She was going to beat Zi Dong all over the floor, especially that handsome face, she was going to beat him into a pig's head!

"Hall Master, can we start?" Zi Dong ignored Feng Qingwu at all and rushed to Elder Yuanchen, cupping his fists and asking for instructions.

"Start!" Elder Yuan Chen was very angry. He must teach Zi Dong a lesson after the competition.

You can be arrogant in front of your opponents, but you must definitely respect them. Zidong not only disrespected them, but also insulted the Demon Slayer.

"Please!" After Elder Yuanchen finished speaking, Zidong immediately jumped onto the ring, raised his right hand and made a graceful gesture of invitation.

"Seeking death!" Feng Qingwu was about to explode with anger. She squeezed out two words through her teeth, jumped up, and punched Zi Dong's handsome face.

Zi Dong took half a step back, and immediately picked up the magic formula with both hands, but it was clumsy like a child counting with his fingers.

A trace of purple energy quickly flew out from the fingers that were holding the magic formula, and rushed straight towards Feng Qingwu.

Feng Qingwu's figure suddenly stagnated. A Xiantian monk's true energy could be released, but the distance would never be that far!Moreover, Zidong's Qi turned out to be purple. It is absolutely impossible for him to have eighth-level luck, but what kind of spiritual root attribute is purple? !

Just as a trace of weird purple energy approached, Feng Qingwu waved her fists and smashed them randomly.

But that trace of purple energy penetrated directly through her fists, binding her whole body tightly in the blink of an eye.

This time it really became popular!

Zhou Xinyu in the audience had already widened her eyes in surprise. The magic trick Zidong pinched with both hands was exactly the magic trick she used to control the flying sword.

However, it only looks similar, but is of no use at all. Moreover, the magic formula is used to control the flying sword, not the true energy.

These techniques are used by the immortals in the Central Continent. Zhou Xinyu has some difficulty in using them. How could Zidong, a young Xiantian realm monk, be able to use them?

But the purple energy pinched out by those magic formulas really bound Feng Qingwu tightly, suppressing the energy of both wind and fire attributes back into her body.

The more Feng Qingwu struggled, the tighter the purple energy bound her, as if there were really countless purple silk threads, binding her tightly like a spider web.

"Hall Master, Zi Dong is learning sorcery!" Feng Qingwu was ashamed and frightened. She struggled violently and shouted at Elder Yuan Chen.

"Zidong, what kind of magic is this?" Of course Elder Yuanchen knew it was not a magic spell. Not only did it not have a trace of glamor and charm, but it contained aura of righteousness.

"Hall Master, this is the most powerful magic of binding immortals in our Taoist sect." Zi Dong quickly stopped kneading and replied to Elder Yuan Chen with cupped fists.

"But you learned it from the Sutra Pavilion?" Elder Yuan Chen frowned imperceptibly, and then induced Zi Dong.

"Master Hui, I didn't learn it from the Sutra Pavilion. The disciple learned it from an immortal in his dream."

Zidong didn't give him any face, because he didn't have it in the Sutra Pavilion, and the magic formula was randomly pinched, and he didn't even understand it himself.

Defeating Feng Qingwu would consume less second-grade luck, but Zi Dong didn't know how Donglai Zi Qi would defeat Feng Qingwu.

If Feng Qingwu is injured, he will offend many people. This girl is Zonghua, so he will waste an extra five hundred points and restrain Feng Qingwu directly.

"Feng Qingwu, can you admit defeat?" Elder Yuanchen glared at Zidong, saying it was nonsense, and immediately asked Feng Qingwu, hoping to end the competition quickly.

"Hall Master, Zidong is talking nonsense, what he is performing is sorcery!" Feng Qingwu was unwilling to admit defeat and insisted that it was sorcery.

She can't break away from these purple infuriating threads now. Her fire attribute infuriating energy is suppressed in her body, and she can't fight against the purple threads.

"Feng Qingwu, can't I even tell the difference between Taoist spells and sorcery?!" Elder Yuanchen suddenly became furious.

Zidong is no longer worthy of the Tao, but Feng Qingwu actually takes him into the ditch. Can't the dignified elder of the Fusion Realm still see if it's a sorcery?
"Hall Master, this disciple surrenders!" Feng Qingwu finally came to his senses. If he persisted, he would be going against Elder Yuan Chen.

"Zidong, let go of Feng Qingwu and start the next competition." Elder Yuanchen ordered with an ugly expression.

"Yes, Hall Master." Zi Dong quickly agreed and pretended to perform the seal again, secretly informing Dong Lai that the purple energy had returned to his body.

"Zidong, I won't let you go!" Feng Qingwu, who had regained her freedom, said a harsh word and jumped off the stage.

"Junior Sister Qingwu, it's just a competition, you can't threaten me." Zi Dong lectured like a senior brother.

"Zidong, don't go down yet!" Elder Yuanchen immediately shouted angrily. These two guys treated him as nothing!
(End of this chapter)