The Mortal Immortal

Cheng Yuhan and Liu Wanchang stood outside the cave entrance, looking at the two people confronting each other.

Liu Wanchang patted his bald head, took out a handful of purple jade melon seeds from his storage bag and gave some to Cheng Yuhan, and the two of them knocked on the side with interest.

The young man showed his magical weapon from his storage bag, which was a blue three-section whip. He glared at Shu Han with disdain, cupped his hands and said, "Wei Zhiming, a monk of the twelfth level of Qi Refining, the magical weapon Lan Yuzhu Jishu! Please advise!”

Shu Han showed the black gold dragon-folding knife and responded: "Xu Zimo, a monk at the twelfth level of Qi refining, a magical weapon, the black gold dragon-folding knife! Please give me some advice!"

Cheng Yuhan, who was watching the battle, glared at Liu Wanchang angrily: "Damn it! Old Liu doesn't talk about martial ethics, and that kid's bamboo whip is a top-notch magical weapon!"

Liu Wanchang touched his bald head and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Among the monks who can be on the Purple Sun Ranking, which one does not have the best magic weapon? I think you should not hide the two top quality magic weapons in your pocket and give them to your disciples. Forget it.”

Cheng Yuhan snorted: "Aside from my natal magic weapon, I only have these two top-quality magic weapons. What should I do if I give them to them?"

"You don't leave the house all day long, why do you need the best magic weapon to press you down? Your old dog thief's personality has not changed. If your apprentice's grades are good, the sect will naturally reward you."

The two of them chatted for a while, and Shu Han and Wei Zhiming were already fighting each other. For a while, the dust on Huiyuan Peak was flying and the rocks cracked.

From time to time, rocks splashed over, but they were immediately blocked by the protective barrier of the two people chatting.

Liu Wanchang looked at Wei Zhiming's unparalleled whipping technique with the bamboo whip and said, "My disciple, the three-section whip technique can be ranked among the top three in Ziyang Cave! It is continuous, steady and progressing, and there is no leakage. Look at you." That disciple has been beaten back and forth and will soon be defeated."

Cheng Yuhan said disdainfully: "Top three in Ziyang Dongtian? Lao Liu, you are really proud of yourself. There are not many people in Ziyang Dongtian who use three-section whips. You think my disciple will be defeated? I don't think so." I feel that although your disciple attacks fiercely, Zimo not only has sufficient defense, but also finds opportunities to counterattack. It is not that easy to win!"

"Yes, this kid's steps are a bit weird! Is this our Ziyang Cave Heaven's Cloud Step?"

Cheng Yuhan shook his head and said: "No, Yunxiao Bu does not have the ability to move in such a narrow space. This pace seems to rely more on testing physical fitness."

Liu Wanchang asked in surprise: "Isn't it the small stove you secretly opened for him?"

Cheng Yuhan was speechless: "I have to know how to do it!"

"And his instantaneous speed has already surpassed that of the average monk in the Qi Refining Stage, and is no less than that of the average monk in the early stage of Foundation Establishment."

Liu Wanchang patted his bald head and said, "I can see it! There's something weird about that boy's shoes! Damn, they're the best magic weapon. Lao Cheng, you're trying to trick me, when will you give your apprentice such a treasure!"

Cheng Yuhan was dumbfounded: "I have to be talented!"

Shu Han's slickness obviously exceeded Wei Zhiming's expectations. He waved his long whip in a series and almost demolished the mountain rocks, but still did not actually attack Shu Han.

Shu Han felt like his whole body was covered with eyes, and every move he made was expected by him.

Is this what it feels like during the battle refining period?

The more he beat, the angrier he got. Wei Zhiming was so angry that he thrust his whip into the soil, knocked a pill into the ground, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and with a dense purple gas coming out of his body, he said angrily: "I'll see how you slip and hide again." open!"

Liu Wanchang said proudly: "Oh! I'm so anxious, I've used the Zixiao descending magic! Old Cheng, it's really over now."

Cheng Yuhan's face turned greener and greener: "Can this kid use the Purple Sky Descending Technique?"

"With the help of the power of the Yuan Drawing Pill, I can barely use it, but I will be weak for a month. Do you want me to stop it directly? If the fight continues like this, it will damage the harmony between our two families. It will make your disciples suffer a lot, and I can't explain it." ”

However, Cheng Yuhan waved his hand and said: "No! This kid came back from a trip and felt a lot changed. I want to see how much more capable he has become! Let them continue to fight, with you and me watching over you. No problem.”

Liu Wanchang said: "That's right! Hey, why is this kid starting to clasp his hands together? He doesn't want to use it... Damn it... He's also using the Purple Sky Descending Magic!"

Two majestic auras rose on Huiyuan Peak.

Wei Zhiming was shocked when he saw that Shu Han was also gathering mana to use the same spell as him.

"Are you kidding! You want to use this magical technique with bare hands during the Qi refining period without the help of pills? This is impossible, he must be bluffing! Zixiao is coming, suppress it!"

Wei Zhiming pressed his palms down, and with a roar, the illusive purple air condensed into the illusion of a small palace, and descended on Shu Han's head. In an instant, majestic pressure was transmitted, and Shu Han felt that he was indeed suppressed by this spell in all directions.

The suppressive power is acceptable, but the destructive power is lacking!

Shu Han thought to himself that if he could use the third-turn protective barrier, this guy's spell would basically be the breeze blowing on his face.

So, he raised his hands, and the dense purple air above his head began to condense and take shape, and a palace more solid than Wei Zhiming rose from the ground. This purple palace gradually turned blue, just like the Guanghan Palace in the book, directly breaking through Wei Zhiming's palace.

Wei Zhiming was forced to take three steps back.

However, Shu Han's Guanghan Palace immediately pressed up, and the cold air poured down from the top of his head, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Liu Wanchang shouted: "What kind of magic is this! When will the Zixiao Descending Magic come into being? Old Cheng, you..."

Cheng Yuhan was also dumbfounded and said anxiously: "Don't ask me if I taught you that, or that sentence, I can't do it either!"

"What on earth is going on? It's actually a bone-chilling chill!"

"Thousand-year Snow Lotus!"

Cheng Yuhan suddenly realized: "This disciple of mine absorbed the essence of the thousand-year snow lotus outside and was able to break through. Presumably, the change in the purple sky descending magic is related to the cold air of the thousand-year snow lotus!"

Liu Wanchang touched his bald head: "How could a disciple of yours have such an adventure! And you said you weren't here to trick me! Forget it! Give up and stop fighting!"

Cheng Yuhan laughed loudly and shouted proudly: "Zimo! Stop!"

Shu Han responded and withdrew the spell.

Cheng Yuhan's livid face immediately filled with blood. He patted Liu Wanchang's shoulder and said with a smile: "Oh my, my, Old Liu, how can you say that I tricked you! It's you who took the initiative to come here to show off to me. Over the years, , you are irritating me every day, this is karma!"

Liu Wanchang's face dropped, he put aside Cheng Yuhan's hand and said, "Okay! Look at your triumphant villain! Ugly!"

Shu Han said from the side: "Uncle, that matter of ranking..."

Hearing this, Liu Wanchang's face grew long, he glanced at Shu Han, then glared at Cheng Yuhan and said, "Old Cheng, seriously! With his level, he can just challenge others, why are you coveting me?" It’s hard to get the disciple ranking!”

"Didn't you agree?"

Liu Wanchang took a deep breath, put his arm around Shu Han's shoulders with a smile and said, "Good nephew, my uncle wants to discuss something with you..."