Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 140 Competition

After these words fell, there was an immediate silence in the field.

The faces of the people from Ziyang Sect remained unchanged, while everyone from Lingsu Sect whispered in whispers, their voices were startled or angry but they did not dare to attack.

Gu Wu and Miao Yuantong looked at each other, and both could see the hesitation and surprise in each other's eyes.

Duan Buping proposed this move, obviously because he had a certain degree of confidence in his son.

But Duan De is rumored to be just a swinger, not very old, and the day after he advanced to the advanced level, he is only a year or two old.

And they had cultivated their true qi more than ten years ago, and their accumulation of martial arts must far surpass each other.

In my heart, I am not afraid!

"Deacon Duan." Miao Yuantong hesitated, but said:

"Competing in martial arts will inevitably hurt each other's friendship. I'm afraid it's inappropriate. You might as well wait until I send the elders back to discuss this matter."

"What?" Duan De took a step forward, his expression cold:

"Are you looking down on Duan, or is there really no one in the Lingsu Sect, who doesn't even have this bit of blood."

"snort!"

He snorted softly and said:

"If this is the case, I don't think there is any need to wait for the remnants of the Heisha Sect to make a move. You have already fled!"

"You..." Gu Wu's complexion changed, and he was about to step forward immediately.

"Okay!" Miao Yuantong said suddenly, stretched out his hand to stop Gu Wu, and took the initiative to cup his fists:

"Since Mr. Duan said so, if I push back again and again, I won't give you face."

"Miao is not talented, I would like to learn the master's tricks first!"

While speaking, he winked secretly at Gu Wu.

Obviously, today's competition might not be able to escape, so it's better to take the opportunity to slap the opponent's face.

In terms of strength, he is slightly inferior to Gu Wu.

This time, the first move is to test the depth of Duan De, and the second is to consume the opponent's physical strength even if he loses.

certainly.

He didn't think he would lose.

"Okay!" Duan De raised his eyebrows, stepped forward again, and lightly raised one hand to signal:

"I heard that Master Miao's judge's brushwork is exquisite and extraordinary, and it is also a unique skill. I am about to learn it."

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Miao Yuantong waved his hand, and everyone dispersed immediately, leaving an open space in the field:

"Miao is not talented enough to learn advanced martial arts. I hope Mr. Duan will show mercy later."

"Hall Master Miao is too modest." Duan De smiled lightly and shook his head:

"please!"

"please!"

Miao Yuantong's face turned serious, and he flipped his hands lightly, and two judge pens about a foot long and dull in color fell into his palms.

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere in the field was frozen, and the invisible energy began to spread outward.

Mo Qiu blended in the crowd, his eyes flickering.

He has been in Dong'an Mansion for three years, but firstly, he is used to going in and out, and secondly, he has a busy life, so he seldom encounters martial arts competitions.

However, the martial arts here is prosperous, far from being comparable to a small place like Jiaoxing City. There are so many masters and extraordinary martial arts.

Miao Yuantong's martial arts comes from his family, which is incomparable with the core inheritance of the great sect. Looking at Dong'an Mansion, it cannot be ranked at all.

But in Jiaoxing City, even Zhong Yunzhao, the number one expert there, might not necessarily be his opponent.

"Be careful!"

Miao Yuantong's low drink brought Mo Qiu back to his senses in an instant.

I saw only the shadows in the field, and the two judge pens pierced through Zhang Xu, pointing directly at Duan De's chest.

The fairy guides the way!

This move is a common skill in martial arts, whether it is fist, sword, or palm, it is used as a tentative move.

But in the hands of Miao Yuantong, there is a sense of tempering and hard work, and the sharpness of the body is already there.

A straight stab, the force is perfect, under the acquired state, I am afraid that few people can escape it.

Mo Qiu's eyes lit up.

"good!"

Duan De gave a light praise, but he didn't mean to draw his sword, he just lifted his right hand lightly and flicked his fingers.

"Ding……"

The touch of the finger and the judge's pen made of fine steel made the sound of gold and iron colliding.

Miao Yuantong's complexion changed slightly, he took advantage of a stroke with the front pen, followed by the back pen, and clicked out the word "Don't".

This is a copybook of the Miao family's brushwork with the wind, which integrates martial arts, calligraphy and even acupuncture techniques.

Words are like wild cursive, the pen is like a gale, and it is best at close-up bunt.

For a moment, Miao Yuantong's figure changed, and he pricked, slashed, and slashed with two pens like painting with a brush, and his posture was crazy.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, with strength like a mountain, and the sound of hissing through the air makes people subconsciously feel chills all over the body.

Mo Qiu's eyes flickered, but his expression was slightly strange.

Miao Yuantong's strength is definitely not weak, every move is blessed with true energy, a seemingly random wave can split mountains and rocks, and his strength is strong.

Compared with Ling Wan, the Fire-Eyed Golden Eagle he had fought against before, the gap between the two was extremely obvious.

But for some reason, it was difficult to give him a sense of danger.

perhaps……

Unknowingly, I have become too much stronger?

Compared with Miao Yuantong's ferocious offensive, Duan De's response appeared to be relaxed and easy.

Facing the storm's attack, he did not move his feet on the ground from the beginning to the end, and responded with his hands, fingers, or palms.

Every shot seems ordinary, but it is just right to make the opponent return without success.

Unable to attack for a long time, and even failed to test out the depth of the opponent, Miao Yuantong's expression became more and more gloomy.

"drink!"

With a low shout, the speed of the judge's pen suddenly increased sharply, and the sound of breaking through the air was almost in a line.

Phantoms intertwined, like a scroll of cursive script, falling headlong towards Duan De.

this time.

Not only Mo Qiu's eyes shrank, but Duan De's expression also became serious, and he had to withdraw his long sword and draw it out of its sheath.

"Zheng!"

"Ding ding... Dangdang..."

The light of the knife was like an arc, tearing apart the incoming attack suddenly, the two collided, and little sparks flew in all directions.

When he drew the sword, his eyes shone with a little purple light.

The purple light is not obvious, if you don't check it carefully, you will be ignored, but it can't be hidden from the few people present.

"Purple Sun Divine Art!"

"One word soul chasing electric sword!"

Mo Qiu and Gu Wu's expressions changed at the same time.

The Ziyang Divine Art is a method passed down directly from the Ziyang Sect, and its importance is no less important than the corresponding Lingsu Mind Method of the Lingsu School.

Only the core disciples of the sect can practice.

And the one-word soul-chasing lightning sword is also the famous sword technique of Ziyangmen, the famous martial art of a certain elder with real power.

The appearance of these two martial arts on one person means that this person must be a highly valued disciple of the Ziyang Sect.

Bohemian, sparse martial arts...

The rumors about Duan De are likely to be false!

The two could tell that Miao Yuantong, who was fighting with him, would not know that his complexion changed drastically immediately.

However, when they were fighting, they were entangled with each other, so it was impossible to retreat at will.

At that moment, he clenched his teeth, and the zhenqi in his body surged wildly, and the judge's pen slashed down like clouds and moons.

Eighteen dozen of the Miao family crept into the clouds and chased the moon!

"Heh..." The corners of Duan De's mouth curled up slightly, and he snorted lightly with disdain, and the long sword in his palm rose up like a living thing.

Immediately, the sword light suddenly appeared!

Just like thunder and lightning tearing through the clouds and fog, lightning flashes across the four directions, urging everything in front of them with fierce force.

The one-word soul-chasing electric sword is known for its subtlety and quickness, but when it uses its domineering changes, its moves are also powerful.

Miao Yuantong's eyes shrank, and his heart felt cold for a moment.

Danger!

Duan actually wanted to kill him!

When Mo Qiu's body collapsed, he subconsciously wanted to make a move, but someone moved faster than him.

"Be merciful!"

Gu Wu, who had been ready to go, let out a loud shout, charged forward, and slammed Duan De with both palms.

He knew that it was too late to intercept, and the only way to save Miao Yuantong was to force the opponent back to defense.

Fury Thunder's palm is fierce, even a second-rate master would not dare to underestimate it, and the momentum of the palm is also extraordinary.

"Good time!" Of course, Duan De couldn't choose to fight hard, he returned his sword to block, and said in a low voice:

"Let me see the true ability of Lingsu School."

"Pick me up and dance in all directions!"

Before the sound fell, the sword light had swept around wildly, enveloping Gu Wu and Miao Yuantong.