Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 126: Heavenly Purple Maple Picture

As soon as these words were spoken, a few wisps of evening breeze blew into the side hall, causing the candlelight in the hall to sway.

Everyone looked with curiosity at the disciple of Wenjian Pavilion who was pointed out by the monk Zifenglin.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, and his eyes, neither humble nor arrogant, looked straight at the purple maple forest opposite without dodging. He gave people the feeling of a sharp sword, which was already sharp before it was cut down.

"It really is the twelfth floor..." Chen Mu raised a single eyebrow and thought to himself, "Since it came from the mouth of that Purple Maple Forest Foundation Establishment cultivator, I'm afraid it can't be fake."

"Bang!" The fire in a golden lamp suddenly went out, but it still failed to draw everyone's attention.

"Heh..." The male cultivator surnamed Xiao curled his lips and smiled, seemingly unconcerned with the gazes of the crowd. He picked up his wine cup, lowered his brows to examine him, and said softly, "Just him."

The square-faced man remained expressionless and quickly said, "Since Fellow Daoist Xiao is so confident, why not make a bet?"

This was the sentence he was waiting for. From what he had inquired about when he came here, the twelfth-level disciple brought by Wenjian Pavilion this time was just a youngster who had practiced for less than twenty years. At such an age, it was already very difficult for him to cultivate to the twelfth level of Qi Condensation. How much time could he squeeze out to hone his swordsmanship?
Moreover, if the Sword-Asking Pavilion is weak in swordsmanship and relies on other combat forces, it will be far inferior to their Purple Maple Forest inheritance.

In addition, the disciples he brought with him this time were no less talented than anyone else...

Thinking of this, the square-faced man felt a warm feeling in his heart, and a light flashed in his eyes from time to time. He became unusually nervous, fearing that the male cultivator named Xiao would refuse to fight.

Although he expected that Xiao's character would definitely not refuse a fight...

"It's okay to bet, but the stakes are..." The male cultivator named Xiao smiled playfully. Although he couldn't see through the other party's heart and didn't know what the other party was thinking, if it came to fighting, his nephew had never lost.

Seeing the male cultivator surnamed Xiao agree, the square-faced man immediately smiled. His eyes shifted slightly as he spoke loudly, "Since Fellow Daoist Xiao has agreed so readily, I can't linger behind him... I remember that several years ago, Fellow Daoist Xiao came to my Zifeng County seeking something, but unfortunately, he returned empty-handed."

Before he could finish his words, a thought flashed through his mind, and a piece of purple wood suddenly appeared in his hand. He chuckled and said, "If this piece of Yangxi wood is added to Fellow Daoist Xiao's Green Bamboo Sword, then Fellow Daoist's strength will be greatly improved... I wonder if you are satisfied?"

"Yangxi Wood!" The eyes of all the foundation-building cultivators present were fixed. Others might not know, but they had been interacting with Zifenglin for a long time and knew that there was a second-level spiritual wood in their sect. Because it grew rarely, it was extremely precious. They had always regarded it as a precious resource and used it to exchange with other sects.

"Alright! Fellow Daoist Liu is so generous, I, Xiao, will definitely not let you suffer any loss!" After the male cultivator surnamed Xiao took out the spiritual wood, he couldn't take his eyes away, so he immediately responded, "If my disciples are defeated, I will gladly offer these 500 mid-grade spiritual stones!"

It is hard to say who wins and who loses between the second-level spirit wood and five hundred medium-grade spirit stones, but if used as a bet, the two are quite compatible.

Chen Mu and the others were already somewhat numb. Tonight was truly magical. They, a group of Qi Condensation disciples, followed behind the Foundation Establishment cultivators and witnessed many things that would have been unimaginable before.

"A bet, five hundred mid-grade spirit stones..."

After a long time, Chen Mu shook his head slightly and stopped thinking about it, continuing to look forward.

Both sects agreed to the fight, and She Chengyue did not stop them. Instead, he was somewhat pleased to see it happen and ordered his disciples to clear out a wide and flat area to use as a fighting arena.

At this time, everyone was sitting around, looking at the two people standing opposite each other on the stage with different expressions.

One of them was wearing a white robe and carrying a sword, and the other was wearing a purple robe.

After listening to their introduction just now, Chen Mu already understood a thing or two.

The twelfth-level cultivator sent by Purple Maple Forest was named Jiang Cheng. He was said to be over forty years old, proficient in several of his sect's secret techniques, and possessed astonishing combat prowess. He once defeated three eleventh-level cultivators in a row while still at the tenth level...

But as to whether it was true or not, Chen Mu didn't know. After all, these words came from the mouth of a square-faced man, so there was a possibility that he was trying to bluff people.

As for the Sword-Asking Pavilion disciple who had intrigued him, he only knew his name was Chu Li and that he was slightly older than him. Beyond that, he knew nothing more. "Fellow Daoist Jiang, Master's orders must not be disobeyed. I apologize!"

Just as he was still frowning in thought, the two people on the stage had already started fighting at the same time.

"Qiang!"

Chu Li put his hands together and made a hand seal. A golden and red spiritual light flew out from behind him, accompanied by a crisp sound of metal connecting, echoing in the side hall.

Jiang Cheng, perhaps because he was a little older, acted extremely calmly. Facing the oncoming flying sword, he reached out and patted the storage bag on his waist. At the same time, his lips moved, summoning several tiny maple leaf-shaped lights that quickly surrounded his body.

The sword flashed like lightning and flew in front of Jiang Cheng in the blink of an eye.

"Ding!"

A simple wooden shield blocked the golden-red spiritual light, revealing its true appearance.

Unlike Chen Mu's handleless Zhaokong Sword, Chu Li's flying sword is about a foot long. It not only has a golden-red glazed hilt, but the blade is also the same color. From a distance, it looks like the sword is wrapped with golden-red fire lines.

Seeing the flying sword being blocked, Chu Li's expression remained unchanged, but he changed the gestures in his hands.

The next moment, the golden-red flying sword suddenly trembled, and a slender fire snake actually appeared and wrapped around it.

The golden-red flying sword turned around and flew towards the simple wooden shield blocking Jiang Cheng again.

"Ding!"

With the same light sound, the fire snake on the golden-red flying sword suddenly pounced on the wooden shield, and then exploded on it.

The scattered sparks clung to the wooden shield like maggots, and burned into a ball in the blink of an eye.

"It's not ordinary fire!" Jiang Cheng's face changed, and he quickly took back the wooden shield magic weapon, but found that it had been damaged a little and could not be used for a short time.

The golden and red flying sword was relentless and swept over with flames all over the sky.

"Clap clap clap..."

A series of small and rapid explosions were heard. It was the maple leaf light summoned by Jiang Cheng that turned into a green shield and suddenly came into contact with the pouring sparks.

Jiang Cheng's face turned pale as he realized that the magic power in his body was rapidly dissipating.

"We can't delay this any longer..."

His eyes narrowed slightly, his hands clasped behind his back in front of his chest, and he pulled hard with his mind.

The shadow of an ancient purple maple tree emerged from behind him and grew to several feet high in the blink of an eye.

"The Purple Maple Map of Heavenly Absoluteness? Can a magic technique be cultivated in the Qi Condensation Stage?" The Foundation Establishment cultivator who was watching was puzzled when he saw this and looked at the square-faced man who was feeling complacent.

"Everyone, please take a closer look. My nephew hasn't mastered the art yet. He's simply borrowed the spiritual energy of the magic to enhance his spells..."

(End of this chapter)