The Two Proud Sky Dragons’ Shura Fields

"Are you so confident in your apprentice? You know that kid Qi Feng is already an eighth-dan." Lu Fanyi asked.

Yue Xiuzhi glanced at him, just smiled and said nothing.

For some reason, Lu Fan suddenly thought that when walking the Jiuhua ladder, Yue Xiuzhi was so confident in Pei Ming, and finally Pei Ming became the only person who walked the Jiuhua ladder.

As soon as Lu Fan thought about it, he took out a few high-grade spirit stones and asked his disciples to buy them for Pei Mingsheng.

After the referee announced the rules, Qi Feng flew up with a high speed, which showed that he had worked **** his physical skills. The silver-white sword pointed directly at Pei Ming, and the blade had cut through a few strands of hair on Pei Ming's forehead.

Yue Xiuzhi on the spectator stand was not worried, because no one would be seriously injured in this kind of match, and the referee would stop him immediately. It was more than enough for the referees in the late King Realm to stop the two little Doudings in the Healer Realm. Besides, isn't he watching here too?

At the very moment, Pei Ming deflected the direction of Qi Feng's sword with his sword. Qi Feng fell forward due to inertia.

But at this moment, Pei Ming used Buyunjue to dodge behind Qi Feng. Feeling bad, Qi Feng stabbed the sword back with his backhand, but Pei Ming easily dodged it.

On the viewing platform, Lu Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "What kind of movement skills did you learn, this apprentice, it is very extraordinary. This is the early stage of practice, and you are as fast as a falcon, and you can still get it in the later stage."

His apprentice was praised, Yue Xiuzhi was naturally happy, but naturally he would not tell Lu Fanyi truthfully that this is a mid-level cultivation technique of the heavenly rank—unless he is stupid.

Qi Feng found that the body skills he was so proud of were useless, so he had to change his strategy, turned around to dodge Pei Ming's sword, and formed a palm with his left hand, golden aura wrapped around his palm. The action materialized into a golden palm print, attacking directly towards Pei Ming.

"This is one of Fu Yuan's famous martial arts, Jin Guangyin, Qi Feng is also very talented." Lu Fanyi continued to chatter, and the more he cultivated, the more he regarded him as an explanation.

Pei Ming didn't dodge, and a light blue enchantment radiated from his whole body. When Jin Guangyin touched the light blue enchantment, both of them disappeared immediately.

Pei Ming's Superimposed Realm God Gang has only been practiced for the first level, and its power is still weak. As a result, Pei Ming had to retreat in order to buffer the pressure after blocking the Golden Light Seal.

Seeing that one blow was unsuccessful, Qi Feng blasted out several palms in a row. He is indeed a genius who has been famous for a long time, and his spiritual power is far stronger than that of people of the same level. An ordinary eighth-level spiritual master will use up his spiritual energy after firing three golden seals in a row. strength, and Qi Feng has been fighting Pei Ming with Jin Guangyin.

The superimposed world gods around Pei Ming flickered, appearing and disappearing. It seemed very reluctant, but it was able to block it every time.

Qi Feng saw that the competition was becoming more intense, but the spiritual power in his body did not allow him to use the Golden Light Seal all the time, so he could only grit his teeth and use the killer move!

He slammed out a palm of golden light again, took advantage of Pei Ming's resistance, quickly retreated tens of meters, threw the sword in his hand into the air, immediately turned into several sword shadows, and stabbed at Pei Ming one after another!

"This is the secret technique of the Qi family in Yaocheng. Myriad Swords Lost Trace, Qi Feng is really a genius!" Lu Fanyi couldn't help praising, "Xiu Zhi, I admit that your apprentice is indeed extraordinary. There is still hope of overcoming by leaps and bounds, but since Qi Feng has mastered Myriad Swords Lost Trace, then..."

At this time, those disciples who bought the game were also talking about it.

The chubby disciple also started to talk about it, and he seemed to be very well informed: "This is the secret technique of the Qi family in Yaocheng, the Mystery of Thousand Swords. Those who practice it can turn ten thousand swords with one sword. It is an entity, or it can be said that they are all phantoms, because once a sword stabs the opponent, the remaining swords will merge with that sword to give the opponent the strongest attack. And these swords are running erratically , basically impossible to escape."

"This Qi Feng is too powerful! Wan Jian Mi Zong, each generation of the Qi family in Yaocheng only has one or two people who can learn it, and they must have talents of more than eight veins. Qi Feng is originally a middle-grade eight veins. I am not surprised that he can practice Ten Thousand Swords and Lost Trace. But the most terrifying thing about him is that he has practiced it as an eighth-level spiritual master! Before him, everyone who can master Ten Thousand Swords and Lost Trace must at least It can only be practiced in the spiritual realm!" Another disciple said.

After hearing this, the surrounding disciples couldn't help but gasped: "Oh my god, this Qi Feng is too scary. According to this, isn't he invincible at the same level?"

"Yes, it is invincible at the same level!" The disciple at first affirmed.

At this time, some disciples who originally bought Pei Mingsheng because they saw the high odds of Pei Ming and hoped to make a fortune by being upset couldn't help but feel distressed: "Then Pei Ming is doomed? My God, what about my Lingshi?" Isn't it a waste of time?"

Some disciples taunted: "Who made you think of being greedy for petty gain and getting upset? If the upset is so easy to blow up, who would start a gamble?"

The disciple who bought Pei Mingsheng said dejectedly: "I thought that Pei Ming is a genius with nine veins born in the world, and the chance of winning should not be small... Sigh, don't make trouble, my heart is bleeding now."

Yue Xiuzhi heard what they said clearly, but he didn't care. Instead, he said to Lu Fanyi: "Since you don't like my apprentice so much, let's take a gamble."

"What's the bet?" Lu Fanyi also looked very interested.

"If my apprentice loses, I will give you the Qianhuaicao you have always wanted. If my apprentice wins, you will give me your moon robe."

Lu Fan saw that Yue Xiuzhi was so confident that he was willing to gamble with Qianhuaicao, which had been denied to him, and couldn't help but feel a little panicked. But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that Qi Feng was almost certain to win, which was equivalent to taking a thousand locust grass for nothing.

There is no benefit without risk, he thought so, then he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll bet with you!"

They had just finished the bet here, and Qi Feng's sword shadow was ready on the other side. It was because of his Myriad Swords Mystery that he was able to get started. It was said that it was Myriad Swords, but in fact he only had Hundred Swords Incarnation, but this was enough to make him invincible in the spirit master realm.

——If Pei Ming can be removed from the spiritual master realm.

The sky above the ring was densely covered with golden sword shadows, and with a wave of Qi Feng's hand, they attacked Pei Ming like a gust of wind. Hundreds of swords are attacking from hundreds of directions, and their attacking trajectories are irregular, and no one knows which direction they will go in the next second. Its angle is so tricky that almost no one can avoid it.

Everyone present except Yue Xiuzhi felt that Pei Ming was doomed. Even the referee tensed up, ready to save Pei Ming immediately.

In the next second, a miracle happened.

Those hundreds of swords didn't seem to exist in front of Pei Ming at all. Pei Ming seemed to have eyes all over his body, he could avoid the sword's attack every time, and kept approaching Qi Feng at a fast speed.

No, it's not that Pei Ming seems to have eyes all over his body, but... it's that this kid, Pei Ming, seems to be able to predict the future, predicting where each sword will appear in the next second, and avoiding them in advance with incomparable precision !

"Is this Pei Ming a monster!"

The disciples on the viewing platform were all shocked.

Lu Fanyi was also very shocked, he had a very bad premonition: don't talk about Qianhuaicao, his moon robe is probably ruined.

He couldn't help looking at Yue Xiuzhi depressedly, and asked: "What did you practice for your son? It seems that you have not only emptied your family's wealth, but also secretly dug the graves of some ancient powers?" Already!"

Yue Xiuzhi stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Lu Fanyi: "Neither of them, but my vision is too good."

Just kidding, my apprentice's Heaven Unveiling Technique and Bu Yunjue are against the sky, okay?

Predicting the future and almost teleporting movements, this wave of operations you can talk about show or not!

Qi Feng saw that none of his swords could attack Pei Ming, so he couldn't help being anxious, and increased the output of spiritual power to make these swords attack Pei Ming faster. As long as one sword hits Pei Ming, the other swords will be killed. If he can fuse with that sword, Pei Ming will lose!

It's a pity that the development of things never depends on people's will. Qi Feng can only watch helplessly as Pei Ming dodges all his attacks as if he can predict the future, and the distance with him is also rapidly closing.

In the end, Pei Ming was only one meter away from Qi Feng, and he easily blocked the golden seal of Qi Feng's last blow, and put his sword on Qi Feng's neck.

The outcome is set.

"Pei Mingsheng!" the referee announced.

Lu Fanyi couldn't help but wailed: "My robe of Heyue!"

Yue Xiuzhi spread his hands to Lu Fan and said, "Don't forget the ink, bring it here quickly."

"Yue Xiuzhi, you old bastard!" Lu Fanyi could only bear the blood dripping from his heart, took out the box containing the Heyue robe from the mustard bag, and handed it to Yue Xiuzhi. In the end, I couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and didn't want to talk to Yue Xiuzhi anymore.

At this time, Lu Fanyi was not the only one bleeding from his heart, those who bought Qi Fengsheng all lost their money. At this time, Liufeng went to find the fat disciple, because the top-grade spirit stones were nothing in the eyes of Yue Xiu, but ordinary disciples might not have seen them before, so Liufeng used a few pieces of high-grade spirit stones as gambling money, and Pei Mingyi With the odds of four to four, these disciples almost made more than half of the money they lost.

The remaining half was earned by Lu Fanyi.

The other disciples couldn't help but feel even more pain in their hearts when they saw Venerable Fatan and the followers of the peak master of Qianlan Peak taking away the spirit stones that should have belonged to them.

Venerable Vatan, do you want anything, why bother with us poor disciples!

So the viewing platform was shrouded in a miserable wind and rain.

Yue Xiuzhi just doesn't care about the slander and resentment of these disciples, who made you lose sight of my Xiao Ming.

He stood up from his seat with a smile on his face, and went to find his apprentice.

When he left the viewing platform, Pei Ming also came down from the ring. As soon as the little boy saw Yue Xiuzhi, he ran over excitedly like a nestling chick, and plunged into the master's arms as usual, waiting Master praised himself.