Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 32 A good plan

In the early morning, the sunlight shines through the gaps between the bamboo leaves and into the small courtyard among the bamboo forests.

Wu You is washing and changing clothes. Her shoulder-length black hair is hanging down wet. The Gold Core Realm is dust-free. After washing her hair with water, it is very clean and fresh.

Shaking his head, a cloud of water mist rose from the top of his head, and his hair had been evaporated dry by spiritual power in the blink of an eye.

"It's been so long." Wu You lifted up her black hair with her hand and said to herself.

Calculating the time, it has been nearly three months since Transmigrate came to the world of cultivation. He has grown his hair for so long that it is now long enough to tie a small knot at the back of his head.

It doesn't look sloppy even if it's not tied up.

The monks have very strong control over their bodies. Even their hair can be slightly controlled. They don't need to apply hair mud and hairspray like they did on Earth to maintain the most appropriate style.

Wu You stretched out her hand and stroked her back, and a perfect back was already formed, which was very pavé.

He calls it - Psychic Hairspray Hand!

"Meow……"

Zhuye, who was sitting on the table, watched Wu You's movements and also stroked his little head with his front paws. He seemed to be envious of Wu You's back hair style.

Wu You smiled, touched Zhu Ye's head, and smoothed down the hair that exploded on top of his head: "What, you also want to be a Pawa?"

After patting its little head, Wu You arranged her hair into a natural hanging style, pushed the door open and went out.

Today is the last day of the Foundation Building Stage competition.

…

Wu You arrived a little late, and the stands of the martial arts arena were already full of people.

Squeezing in between the rows of seats, Qiu Yunqing was sitting in a familiar position and looking around, holding a paper bag in his hand.

"Brother!"

Qiu Yunqing waved to him from afar.

Wu You raised an eyebrow in response, walked across the stands, sat down on the seat to her right, and raised his chin at the paper bag in her arms: "What did junior brother get?"

"Hehe...Senior Sister Chi's newly researched snacks, would you like some, Senior Brother?"

Qiu Yunqing rubbed the back of his head and handed the bag of snacks to Wu You.

"..." Wu You looked helpless: "I almost forgot about this, why are you still hanging on to me?"

Qiu Yunqing looked away guiltily and said quibly: "How can you call me hanging? Senior Sister Chi and I are close friends, and our relationship is very pure. Hey! You can eat it or not! If you don't want it, I'll eat it!"

Wu You shook his head.

Just do it, sooner or later Junior Sister Chi will kill you.

"Eat, why don't you eat?"

In line with the principle of not using snacks in vain, Wu You still took the paper bag, but when he opened it and saw the "snacks" inside, he suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes.

Thin golden crisps, round in shape and slightly curved due to the way they are fried or baked, and topped with an even layer of seasoning...

--potato chips? ?

Wu You picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. The familiar crispiness came through, but the taste was not as rich as he remembered.

"Junior brother." He looked at Qiu Yunqing solemnly and said seriously: "I wrongly blamed you. Junior sister Chi is indeed worthy of close friendship!"

Qiu Yunqing's mouth twitched. Not to mention the eldest brother, the second brother, the senior brother is also a fellow...

After a week of competition, there are now only ten disciples left competing for ranking.

As he reached for the potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth, Wu You looked at the schedule above. Among the remaining ten people, there was a name that was quite familiar.

Zhang Zhen, Foundation Building Late Stage.

His match was scheduled for the first one, and his opponent was named Qing Shaohua.

Wu You has an impression of him. He should be the person Wang Yun wanted to win over when he robbed Zuo Qiyun when he led the team for training.

Hiss... But how could he remember that this person only had the cultivation level of Body Refining Late Stage at that time? ?

Good guy, this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes is still hiding his clumsiness. There are two people in the same team who are hiding their cultivation. What kind of team is he leading?

He is of few words and has a strong body.

Apart from that, he didn't know much about this junior brother with a very domineering name.

While thinking, the two of them have already appeared.

…

On the stage, standing opposite Zhang Zhen was a slightly thin male disciple.

This was Qing Shaohua. He took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Zhen's tall and silent figure opposite, cupped his hands and said:

"Brother Zhang, please enlighten me."

Zhang Zhen also bowed his hand.

"please."

The audience was slightly disappointed that there was no trash talk, but since one of the two was cautious and the other taciturn, no one expected them to perform a verbal exchange.

Qing Shaohua raised his hand to attack first, and waved out diffuse white spiritual power towards Zhang Zhen. It looked like it should be a binding and confinement spell.

"Qiang."

Zhang Zhen slowly drew out the long knife from his waist. The light of the knife flashed, and he slashed at the spiritual energy vein, breaking the spell. The spiritual energy that condensed the spell suddenly turned into white mist and dispersed.

Mist rose, obscuring his vision.

Zhang Zhen closed his eyes and wanted to use his spiritual thoughts to explore, but he felt that everything around him was hazy like smoke.

He frowned slightly.

This smoke... has the effect of interfering with divine thoughts.

The next moment, several blasts of wind sounded, and four spiritual swords shot towards Zhang Zhen through the cover of the mist!

…

Outside the mist, Qing Shaohua's face showed Ji Cheng's confident look. He had already studied several of Zhang Zhen's battles.

This person's fighting style is extremely meticulous and steady, and he never adopts aggressive tactics. His long sword is even more exquisitely practiced. He can't see the way out of the sword, but he can hit the unpredictable spiritual energy veins of the technique time and time again.

I admit that you are very strong, but if I allow you to break the law under the guise of confinement, but in fact create a blind barrier, isolate your spiritual thoughts, and then attack you with the Talisman Sword, how should you respond?

In the mist, Zhang Zhen's figure was completely obscured.

"Good plan!"

A disciple watching the battle shouted on the stage.

…

The moment he realized that his spiritual thoughts were blocked, Zhang Zhen also understood Qing Shaohua's intentions, so he withdrew his spiritual thoughts and closed his eyes...

In the mist, the sound of something cutting through the air was faint, but it was extremely clear to Zhang Zhen's ears.

He waved the long sword expressionlessly, without looking, he turned around and slashed horizontally. The shadow of the sword drew an arc, and actually cut through the several aura sword shadows that were about to hit him at the same time. !

A faint light flickered for a moment through the thick spiritual mist, which was the flash of light when the talisman sword was shattered.

The fight had lasted only a few breaths. When the light flashed, Qing Shaohua knew that this move had not worked. He immediately started running along the ring, sometimes throwing with his hands, and embedding a few spiritual stones into the ground of the ring.

Wu You on the stage looked at Qing Shaohua's movements and touched his chin. He was about to set up a formation.

And just a moment later, the white mist where Zhang Zhen was suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light and exploded like ignited gunpowder!

The hot wind blew against my face, and a fire cloud slowly rose from the field...

Yes, it was the talisman sword that was used. The talisman swords struck by Qing Shaohua were all spiritual energy with conflicting attributes. Once they were shattered and dispersed, they would inevitably explode violently when meeting the already rich spiritual mist.

By this time, even the elders in the stands couldn't help but look at Qing Shaohua with approval.

Qing Shaohua, who is good at spells, talismans, and formations, should have been at a disadvantage when encountering Zhang Zhen's spell-breaking sword, but he was using his opponent's spell-breaking ability to fight so brilliantly...

When it comes to planning during battle, no one in this generation of Foundation Building disciples can match him!

(End of chapter)