Mortals start by seizing the soul of Shequ

In the evening, the sky is still the home of cranes.

"I only knew that my friend Xie Dao was amazingly talented in weapon refining, but I never thought that he was so talented in fighting."

Kang Ting offered Xie Duanyang a cup of tea with a slightly strange tone.

"I heard that fellow Taoists fought four games in a row today. The opponents included both elite members of the Yan family and monks from other countries participating in the treasure hunting conference.

After today, no one will treat my junior brother as an ordinary early-stage monk..."

Just as she said, Xie Duanyang can now feel that the foundation-building monks on the third floor look at her slightly differently from yesterday, with more of an equal look.

But he was not dazzled by this. He picked up the tea cup, returned her a bow, and said calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Kang is ridiculous. Duanyang only relies on a few powerful magic weapons given by his master.

It is not as powerful as other Taoists, and its spells are astonishing."

In fact, many people also hold similar views to what Xie Duanyang said.

After all, his four battles except Chi Yuan Zhong and two flying knives.

I have never used any other means such as spiritual armor, fire crow array, etc.

The Chi Yuan Bell alone is almost enough to guarantee an invincible position.

Although some people think that he can control the two flying knives very well, unlike ordinary foundation-building monks.

But he didn't think about the power of his spiritual consciousness. He just thought that he had practiced hard.

However, as he fought more and more times and became familiar with his habits and routines, it became increasingly difficult to win.

In the end, the mid-term monk who practiced the earth element technique tried to bring him down with his magic power which was much richer than Xie Duanyang's.

Although it is difficult for him to break through the Chi Yuan Bell, the earth magic power is known for its amazing defense and is as solid as a rock, and that person also has a good spiritual armor.

Xie Duanyang's pair of flying knives were not exquisite products made just for himself, and the materials used were much different.

It’s not very compatible with the technique, and it’s also difficult to break the opponent’s defense.

If it weren't for Xie Duanyang's last desperate move, pouring all his power into the red flame sword.

In addition, after fighting four times in a row, your sword skills will become much more proficient.

It’s hard to say that he really wants to exhaust his mana, rather than fighting for a draw.

However, these few battles made Xie Duanyang more anxious to find a suitable sword technique.

"Junior brother is too modest. No matter how good the magical weapon is, it still depends on how the person controls it.

Otherwise, there is no need for everyone to compare, and they can just show their cultivation level and magic weapon.

Moreover, the magical weapon of that fellow Taoist from Kunyuan Sect is not weak..."

Kang Ting, however, was not that good at playing with the lake. She shook her head and said very seriously.

"Winning so many games in a row today is already a bit dazzling. There is no need to go to the competition arena in the next few days.

Even if you go, it will be difficult to gain anything else.

How about staying indoors and sorting out the harvest..."

After a few casual words to Kang Ting, Xie Duanyang thought silently in his heart.

When the two talked about this in the teahouse, someone in Feiyun Pavilion of Yanling Castle was also talking about him.

"Uncle Xuan Ye, how much information has the family collected about Xie Duanyang of the Divine Weapon Sect, can you let me see it?"

After changing into Xiangqi's regular clothes, Yan Ruyan, with a rare coquettish tone, begged the middle-aged Confucian scholar who was looking through the documents.

"Ruyan, you don't really have a crush on him, do you?"

Yan Xuanye raised his head in surprise and looked at his niece unexpectedly.

"He looks good now, but his qualifications are indeed lacking.

What's more, if Yan Kuangge fails to form the pill, he won't have many good years to live. By then, their lineage's status in the Divine Weapon Sect will be greatly reduced..."

As he spoke, Yan Xuanye’s voice couldn’t help but become louder.

He asked Yan Que to test Xie Duanyang just on a whim and out of habit.

But if this makes Yan Ruyan interested, it will affect the Yan family's plans for the next few hundred years.

Even if he is highly valued by the ancestors of the Yan family, he cannot afford the consequences.

But he couldn't help but feel puzzled in his heart. Yan Ruyan not only had amazing talents, but also had a rare smart and steady mind. Ordinarily, she shouldn't be like this.

"Uncle Xuan Ye, where are you thinking?

You know the exercises I practice..."

Yan Ruyan sighed helplessly and told the reason.

"I vaguely sensed that his consciousness was not weak, and he gave me a sense of danger."

After hearing this, Yan Xuanye's expression calmed down, but his curiosity also arose.

As the largest sect in the Yue Kingdom, the Hidden Moon Sect has inherited several exquisite techniques.

Yan Ruyan has the rare talent of Tiangen, which is rare in a century, and is one of the selected ones.

It contains a certain telepathic power that even the ancestors of the Yan family greatly admired and praised.

This magical power does not perceive others purely through the spiritual sense that monks are accustomed to, but in some more mysterious and mysterious way, similar to the art of divination.

It may not be clear and comprehensive enough, but most of the ideas come to mind in a flash of inspiration.

But sometimes you can get something that your spiritual consciousness cannot perceive.

"You are carrying the Purple Cloud Flag. Although this treasure is good at protecting yourself and escaping, it is not good at attacking.

But it is extremely difficult for him to bring a sense of danger. It seems that he has a powerful talisman on him.

Could it be the most powerful one of his master Duobao Zhenren..."

Xuan Ye put his chin on his hand, and his thoughts started turning again.

Looking at this scene, Yan Ruyan shook her head helplessly again, and decided to ask this clan uncle to find out more about Xie Duanyang.

In fact, the method used in today's matter is not very clever.

As long as you are not stupid, you can probably guess something.

However, the intensity of the temptation is still very measured, so as not to make people angry.

But if it were stronger, it would be hard to say.

The Yan family invited so many foundation-building monks with backgrounds to build good relationships with the family, not to create grudges with others.

In the next half month or so, Xie Duanyang lived a very regular life.

Practice for half a day every morning, and go out in the afternoon to exchange experiences with the foundation-building monks who arrive one after another.

Then I would go to the arena to watch the fighting every two or three days, and I would go to the arena from time to time.

After he lost to three masters in the mid-stage of foundation building with excellent control of intervals, his success gave people a general consensus on his strength positioning.

There are few opponents among the early stage monks. If you meet the middle stage monks, you can still have a fight. It depends on each other's skills and magical weapons.

As more and more foundation-building monks came in, they also showed their good abilities in their own battles.

Soon, the initial splash caused by Xie Duanyang was ignored and put aside, which was exactly what he wanted.

The number of monks increased, and small trade fairs finally began.

I have to say that these people still have good things in their hands.

Xie Duanyang took action several times and obtained several rare materials and secret techniques that were not seen in the Shen Weapon Sect.

Among them is a kind of five-color rouge stone, which is also a spiritual material used in the refining of the Qiankun Pagoda deduced by Taixu Jingfangfang.

The harvest is actually not small, but Xie Duanyang still feels a little unsatisfied.

It wasn't until this day that he really smiled for the second time after hearing the "Wanmiao Dharma Book" from Kang Ting that day.

"Junior Brother Han, long time no see."

Xie Duanyang turned around and looked at Fang Zi ascending the stairs. Han Li was looking over at the situation on the third floor and waved happily to say hello.

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