Wuling Xianyuan

Chapter 102 Intermediate Spells
The bone claw ejected from the sleeve exudes a faint spiritual pressure. It is also a middle-grade spiritual weapon, but it emits a gray dim light.

Seeing this, Yi An's pupils shrank suddenly, and even the referees at the edge of the field showed surprise. It was really not easy for an ordinary disciple of Yunling stage to have a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

"Damn it, why does this guy have a spirit weapon? I got it after begging for many days in front of my master. This guy's status is low, and where did he get it? Could it be that he had some adventures outside, so he got a spirit weapon?" Can't you make a middle-grade spiritual weapon?" Thinking this way in his heart, Yi An's eyes on Wang Chong became more resentful.

You, a mere ordinary disciple, can have such good luck, the heavens are not fair, are you blind!

In his eyes, a disciple like Wang Chong should have the awareness and preparation to be trampled under his feet. The status of the two is very different. Even if Wang Chong is also at the late stage of Yun Ling, he should be inferior in front of him. This kind of thinking is in the Yi An's heart has long been ingrained, and there is no way to change it.

"Boy, let me show you today, what is the real difference between an elite disciple and a handyman like you!"

I saw him standing up the silver sword in his hand in front of his body, and at the same time he was chanting words, the silver light glowed on the sword body, and a terrifying aura of extinction slowly permeated from Yi An's body, his beard and hair were stretched, and his sleeves were windless.

"This kid, his ideas are too stubborn. Could it be that he is going all out?" The referee on the side frowned slightly, but he didn't intend to stop him. Instead, he put his arms on his chest and looked at him with interest. Wang Chong, let's see how he can deal with it.

Sensing the terrifying aura from the other party, Wang Chong also frowned, but he didn't move, letting the other party do what he did, but the mana in his body was running quietly, ready to deal with Yi An's upcoming attack at any time.

All the disciples in the audience looked at Yi An who exuded a destructive aura in shock, and sighed endlessly, but when they looked at the motionless Wang Chong, their faces were full of doubts.

"Why didn't Senior Brother Wang take the opportunity to interrupt Senior Brother Yi's spellcasting?"

"I don't know, but Senior Brother Yi is covered by Lei Mang from top to bottom, so it should be difficult to get close."

"That's right, look at the sharp sword in his hand, the silver glow is getting stronger and stronger, if you go forward at this moment, you will definitely be decapitated."

"..."

Everyone was talking about it, but Wang Dahu's eyes flickered, and he didn't take it seriously. He knew some of Wang Chong's abilities. With his understanding of Wang Chong, Wang Dahu seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. : "A group of idiots, didn't you see that I also have a middle-grade spiritual weapon in Brother Chong's hands? To deal with people like Yi An, if you don't beat him up, you will still have a lot of trouble in the future. It seems that Brother Chong is also a little angry , Yi An, I'm afraid he's going to be in big trouble."

He stared at his opponent with cold eyes, but Wang Chong was a little angry. He didn't want to provoke others, but it didn't mean he was afraid. He didn't like that there were always people thinking about him behind his back, even if the opponent didn't have the strength.

The reason why he didn't immediately block Yi An's spellcasting was that Wang Chong had the idea of ​​directly subduing the other party. Even if the other party was not convinced, he would still be intimidated. When he saw himself, he would be afraid and dare not have other thoughts .

"This kid, now is not the time to be a big boy." Seeing that Wang Chong was indifferent, the referee at the side shook his head and said to himself, he has seen too many similar things, either because of big things, or because of the so-called fair competition, he was put in a desperate situation There are too many lessons to fight back.

"Hehe, too young, too young, I don't have much experience in fighting skills..." Thinking this way in my heart, I retracted my gaze and began to comment on Yi An's skills, but in the end he curled his lips, as if he didn't Very satisfied.

"Boy..." Yi An's feet were dragged by the huge mana, and he floated up, several inches above the ground. He looked at Wang Chong with a ferocious face.

"How dare you let me finish casting the spell, I'm starting to appreciate your arrogance, but as a reward to you, let me show you my true strength!"

With one finger of the silver sword, a huge sword-shaped phantom of thunder and lightning, nearly ten feet long and two feet wide, condensed on the sword body. Although the phantom was very blurry, it could still be seen clearly.

"This... Could this be..."

"Intermediate spell!"

"How is it possible! How can someone who has cultivated in the Yunling stage become an intermediate spell!"

"impossible!"

"..."

There was a sound of exclamation from under the arena, and even the other disciples around the arena were attracted by the fighting skills here, and they all cast their gazes over, but when they saw Yi An's forming technique, their faces were full Shocked look.

But there are also some people with extraordinary vision. When they looked at the referee with a normal look, and then fell on the spiritual weapon in Yi An's hand, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"It turns out that the spiritual weapon should have a certain effect on the activation of spells, which makes the person who holds the spiritual weapon cast spells under the premise of insufficient cultivation, but it seems that it can only play a part of it." Twenty percent of the power."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, but they still looked shocked and said: "The middle-level spells are dozens of times more powerful than the low-level spells, and the power of [-] to [-]% is probably not something a disciple of the Yunling stage can follow."

"It seems that there is a lot of trouble between the two..."

"So what, there is an uncle at the pulse condensing stage watching, if he thinks this person can't take this move, he will take action to end the competition at a critical moment. It seems that the timing is almost the same."

On the ring, Wang Chong's face was calm, his eyes were as calm as water, without any waves, and he was not afraid of the imposing Yi An at all. Even the referee who was in charge of maintaining the normality of the competition was a little surprised, and the powerful mana between his fingers condensed No, some hesitation.

"What does this kid mean? Is he really capable of receiving this sword? Or is it because he knows that I will strike at a critical moment, so he is confident?... Hehe, this year's disciples are really unpredictable... ..."

"Die to me!" Yi An yelled angrily, and slashed down with the giant sword. The tyrannical mana fluctuations hit the prohibition above his head, causing circles of ripples, just like dense raindrops breaking the calm lake.

"Boom!" With a sword slash, smoke and dust billowed everywhere, and countless electric lights flew around the barrier like sharp knives, instantly submerging the entire arena in the silver thunder lights, and there were constantly similar broken lines being scratched. The sound came out.

"finished?"

"It shouldn't be wrong. The uncle who is in charge of supervising the competition has disappeared. He should go to save that person."

"Is Senior Brother Wang defeated like this? It's a pity..."

Under the arena, Wang Dahu's face was cloudy and uncertain, and his hands in his sleeves could not help but clenched suddenly, his expression was slightly gloomy.

In front of a large hall in the sky, there were many figures standing at the moment. The competition between the two also attracted the attention of many people. None of them are weak, and most of them are in the late stage of pulse coagulation.

"Tsk tsk, Senior Brother Li really loves his disciples. He actually took out this spiritual weapon that can benefit spells. I don't know if the opponent can take this move." The tall man in red robe laughed. , yin and yang strange air way.

"The spirit weapon has already been taken out. Doesn't the other party have a good spirit weapon? And when he made the move just now, he was obviously a physical trainer. An'er was forced to give it a go. It's just a round of winning or losing. Why should you and me Take it to heart." Even though he said that, the complacency on the old man's face was not concealed at all.

"Junior Brother Huang, the results of the competition are almost out. I wonder if the piece of Huang Lingzhi that I bet on just now counts?" The old man asked again.

It turned out that the two actually made a bet during the competition between Wang Chong and Yi An, but it seemed that the tall man lost.

I saw the tall man cast his eyes on Qingxuan who was beside him, and said: "Senior brother Qingxuan, you said earlier that the ordinary disciple has good strength and may break into the top [-], but I have fallen for you, brother." Dao, you can pay for this bet.”

When everyone heard the words, they all turned their eyes to Qingxuan, and their expressions changed slightly. They didn't expect Qingxuan to be optimistic about a disciple who was just an ordinary student. In this way, this disciple must have something extraordinary.

The expression of the silver-robed old man also changed when he heard the words, his expression seemed a little unnatural, and he said: "Senior brother Qingxuan is also optimistic about this boy, it seems that he must have something special, if that is the case, let's forget about the bet. "

Everyone laughed secretly when they heard the words, and the only person who could make him feel deflated was probably only this young senior brother Qingxuan.

"Hehe, don't worry, the competition is not over yet, just watch it." Qingxuan smiled lightly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

(End of this chapter)