The immortality of mortals

Chapter 32
Yellow Maple Valley Arena.

Yang Xuan looked at the braided girl in front of him with some confusion.

In my impression, he had never met the other person before, but for some reason, he put on a fierce look when they met, as if he had been severely bullied by him.

"Hmph, you villain, I want to see how powerful you are!"

The girl named Xu Hongying had a pretty face, and her phoenix eyes seemed to glow with a fiery red light.

As the deacon announced the start.

The girl in the red short skirt grabbed it with her slender hands, and a red tasseled spear weapon suddenly appeared. The fire contained in it seemed to be able to break through the sky.

Although he was a little confused by the girl's inexplicable hostility, it did not affect Yang Xuan's action.

As long as you win this battle, you will enter the real battle for the top [-] in the Immortal Cultivation Conference.

Therefore, he did not take it lightly and was prepared to show some tricks.

At the beginning of the battle, the girl in the red dress unceremoniously attacked first, using the poisonous snake to come out of the hole, and the tip of the spear burst out with streaks of fire, heading straight towards the door.

Yang Xuan used the light body technique to dodge sideways.

However, Xu Hongying took advantage of the situation and stepped forward to bully him. She held the gun in her hand and used grass and grass to look for snakes. She actually chose an extremely dangerous hand-to-hand fight.

This seems to be a melee style mixed with martial arts moves.

Yang Xuan, who was not very good at dealing with it, naturally wanted to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses, keeping a distance so as not to give the girl a chance to show off.

'The sea of ​​clouds unfolds the wind! '

As Yang Xuan thought, an elegant and simple scroll immediately appeared behind him. As the scroll slowly unfolded, white clouds and mist suddenly filled the air and quickly enveloped the entire arena.

"Damn it, where are people?!"

Xu Hongying was shrouded in fog, and Yang Xuan's figure instantly disappeared from her sight.

She quickly unfolded her consciousness to track it, but was shocked to find that the white mist could suppress even her consciousness.

"Watch me break your strange fog with fire!"

The girl gave a sweet shout, swung the red tassel spear to sweep away the thousands of troops, and suddenly a large red lotus bloomed, burning with blazing flames, as if it was about to evaporate all the white mist.

Under the arena, the monks saw only the stage shrouded in white mist, with flames and red light flashing continuously.

But the thick white mist seemed endless, gradually extinguishing the fire.

The cloud miasma mist released by Yunhai Tu is itself water. Unlike ordinary poisonous miasmas, which are easily broken by fire spells, it has great restraint on fire.

Yang Xuan looked at the girl who was running around like a headless fly in the white mist. He couldn't help but chuckle twice and decided to let her slowly drain her mana.

So he stood in the corner in mid-air.

He took out his jade flute and started playing it slowly.

Xin Ruyin has the inheritance of Shenyin Sect, so naturally she teaches him without any secret.

It's just that Yang Xuan always regarded it as a pastime and did not study it deeply.

At the moment, he is practicing the basic sound-holding technique of the Shenyin Sect, which can restrain the sound and spread it out, making it impossible for the listener to tell which direction the sound is coming from.

"The sound of the flute? Where is the sound of the flute?!"

Seeing that she could not break through the cloud miasma, Xu Hongying was anxious when she suddenly heard a flute sound. She quickly examined it carefully, trying to distinguish the source of the sound.

Unfortunately, although the sound of the flute is pleasant to hear, it is like the singing from a tall building in the distance, elusive and elusive, seemingly coming from all directions.

"Damn it, you're such a liar! Don't use this fog-breaking thing if you can, come out and have a fair and upright decisive battle!"

Xu Hongying was so angry that she smashed the gun randomly, and the fire spread out, which only increased the consumption of mana.

Yang Xuan left the girl helpless and furious in the clouds.

He just played the jade flute calmly and waited for him to admit defeat.

But he plays it safe.

But it made many monks below dumbfounded and surprised.Firstly, it was the first time I saw a 'magic genius' using a powerful magic weapon, and secondly, the young man was actually good at the bamboo flute instrument.If it were an ordinary monk playing the flute, it would naturally cause no disturbance.

But if it is a young genius monk with unparalleled fighting power and outstanding appearance, it will be the icing on the cake to make it even more charming.

At this moment, Yang Xuan stood gracefully in the air, his white clothes fluttering, and he was as handsome as the sound of a flute.

It simply made the female cultivators onlookers excited, and even the bold ones screamed and shouted "Husband".

Perhaps Yang Xuan's performance at this moment is ordinary in front of the elite disciples of the Immortal Sect, but it is enough to make many low-level casual cultivators look up to him.

boom!
One heavenly song and nine songs are played out.

Xu Hongying, who had run out of mana, was also knocked out of the ring by Yang Xuan's control of the wind dragon essence.

"Evil man, you, just wait for me! I will definitely defeat you next time!!"

Yang Xuan just shook his head and removed the cloud map, not taking the girl's words to heart.

What he has to do is look forward.

The fierce battle really begins in the next top [-] match.

Walk out of the Yellow Maple Valley arena.

Suddenly many monks gathered around Yang Xuan with various purposes.

Being accustomed to this, he just walked straight to his residence. Although the people around him tried their best to strike up a conversation, no one dared to block the way.

Return to the ancient purple locust tree.

The monks gathered around him immediately dispersed.

There is an ancient locust tree guarded by the Mu family, and every entry and exit requires a nameplate with a spirit stone, and the protection of the residents is very good, so Yang Xuan does not have to worry about being disturbed.

Lying on the snow silk bed carved from high-grade spiritual wood, Yang Xuan relaxed his body and mind and began to recall the battle process just now.

The Shenyin Sect's method of defending against enemies seems to be relatively rare nowadays.

If used properly it may have a surprising effect.

He can also practice more skills, such as the Nayin that confused the direction just now.

Or a stronger "controller with sound".

Using sound to drive one or more magic weapons is equivalent to the object-repelling technique used by ordinary immortal cultivators.

Do this training for a long time.

It also has the effect of concentrating one's will to improve mental concentration and temper one's spiritual consciousness to a certain extent.

Anyway, the skills are not overwhelming.

Yang Xuan immediately took out the seven-note wind flute and played the music while trying to control his magical weapon.

Two days passed quickly.

The Ascension Conference has also entered an important stage of the decisive battle among the top [-].

Although many monks were eliminated, the number of people watching each battle increased.

The four areas divided into the Yellow Maple Valley Arena have been lifted.

From the beginning of the Top [-] Competition, the competition venue was a complete arena area, with reinforced blockades placed around the ground.

This prevents the arena from being damaged by powerful attacks, or the aftermath of the battle accidentally injuring the onlookers.

"Top 20 No. [-] Six games, Yang Xuan vs. He Ningyuan!"

As the deacon of Huang Maple Valley announced the names of both parties, Yang Xuan, who had been waiting for a long time, walked onto the stage.

Looking at the other party's somewhat familiar face and his wary and slightly hostile gaze, Yang Xuan suddenly remembered that the opponent in this match seemed to be He Xiaochuan's leading brother that day.

With a tenth level of Qi refining and reaching the top [-], he is obviously an opponent that cannot be underestimated.

(End of this chapter)