Chapter 8 On the Eve of Soul Fighting

Yun Yixian followed Fangzhou all the way to the north of Jingxin Hall. The eyes are still full of peach blossoms. In the past year, the leaping star abyss has not changed much, but the plants have obviously increased.

The two walked side by side, and neither of them spoke. After walking for a while, I saw a weapon rack standing in an open space. There is a man in blue standing next to the weapon rack. The man's back is extremely resolute, and his long dark hair dances gently in the wind, looking unruly.

"Brother Mo." Fangzhou saluted the back and brought Yun Yixian over.

The man in blue slowly turned around and showed a heroic face, with wide cuffs fluttering with his long hair, as if integrated with heaven and earth.

Yun Yixian knew that this person was Mo Yan. Among the disciples of Yue Xingyuan's generation, he is the most outstanding one.

Mo Yan saw the two coming, nodded and said, "Since we are here, let's learn about it first. Familiarize yourself with each other's moves, so that it's better to cooperate with each other when it comes to the Soul Fighting Conference.

Fang Yuze naturally had no objection, and Yun Yixian also nodded. He also wants to know whether his practice over the past year can win against these fellow brothers.

Mo Yan said, "I know all about Brother Fang's soul skills, but I don't know it. Why don't we compare it with the little brother, and Brother Fang will record it and draw up a corresponding set of tactics.

When Yun Yixian saw what he said, he suddenly became nervous. He didn't know the depth of Brother Mo, but he also learned from other disciples that Brother Mo was difficult to deal with.

Seeing that he was nervous, Fang Yuze advised: "Little brother, relax. Brother Mo's subordinates have their own manners.

Yun Yixian sighed in his heart whether his men are not measured or not. I'm afraid that my men are not measured.

It is not to blame Yunyi for being nervous. Every time he fights on Tianqing Peak, it is a life-and-death struggle. And this competition inevitably hurts the other party by mistake.

Mo Yan stepped back two steps, released the soul tripod suspended on his shoulder, opened the posture, and stood ready. Yun Yi did not dare to neglect. While releasing his soul tripod, he observed Mo Yan's soul tripod.

The soul tripod of the two is very similar, both of which are a golden tripod carved with several silver stars. The difference is that Mo Yan has four silver stars, while Yun Yixian has only one.

When the two opened the soul tripod, Fang Yuze and Mo Yan's faces changed slightly. This little brother is already a great soul master!

No matter how surprised Yun Yixian was, he held his fists and said, "Brother Mo, I will do my best in this game. I hope you don't keep your hand!"

With that, he raised the black sword in his hand, and a soul force condensed into flames and pushed it out along the hilt of the sword. When you practice to the realm of the great soul master, the soul power can be released externally! This hand pushes the flame out, which is not a soul skill, but Yun Yi is proficient in using it and looks like a soul skill.

Mo Yan saw that he had taken action while he spoke, and he was amazed in his heart. With a slight side of his body, he easily dodged and did not fight back, but stood still and waited for Yun Yixian's next action.

Yun Yixian saw that he did not do it and knew that he wanted to see through his moves. With a slight sneer, his whole body dived down, his feet slammed, and his whole body rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Mo Yan saw that he was sprinting extremely fast and knew that he could not dodge, so he quickly retreated, took a long gun on the weapon rack behind him, and swung his arm to sweep around. Yun Yixian was sprinting with his sword. He caught a glimpse of a cold light from the corner of his eyes. He was shocked and tried his best to stop. The tip of the gun could pass in front of him.

Mo Yan swept this shot and decondged Yun Yixian's offensive. Knowing that the little brother's strength was not good and did not dare to neglect him, he stabbed the gun!

The tip of the gun is like a meteor, reaching the center of the eyebrows in the blink of an eye. Yun Yixian was shocked and couldn't dodge. He quickly fell back and fell to the ground. Mo Yan didn't seem to want him to stand up again. The long gun hit from top to bottom, and a crisp sound hit the ground on the side of Yun Yi's neck.

Yun Yixian felt that this shooting method was not exquisite, but it was ridiculously fast. It's unpreventable. Before he even exerted his strength, he had been defeated, and he couldn't help but feel a little wronged.

Mo Yan put away his gun and said, "My little brother became a big soul master at a young age, and his talent is unparalleled. If it's not opportunistic for my brother, you really can't do it.

At this time, Yun Yixian figured out that Mo Yan did not fight back at the beginning and deliberately sold him a flaw. And this shot hit Mo Yan's plan. It was too late to close, and the action reaction could not keep up, so Mo Yan's two shots were restrained.

"Next time I play, I won't lose." Yun Yixian smiled and said casually.

Mo Yan listened to his words and just nodded slightly. Yuze, the other party, said, "I didn't use any soul skills in this competition with my little brother, and you can't make a strategy. It seems that we can only respond to the changes on the day of the Soul Fighting Conference.

Fang Yuze said, "I also don't think it's necessary to make any strategy. At the Soul Fighting Conference, it changes rapidly, and it may not be necessary to set a strategy. However, the little brother is already in the realm of the great soul master. I think we have a good chance of winning this soul fighting conference.

Mo Yan said, "Yes. At this soul fighting conference, the eight sects must send a new disciple to participate. I think this new disciple is not in the realm of a great soul master.

Yun Yijian saw that the two were chatting happily and had nothing to do with him, so he sat aside and secretly practiced the ice secret and the imperial thunder decision. These two skills were just taught by the master, and they are far less proficient than the mysterious fire formula.

Mo Yan saw that Yun Yi ignored the two and began to practice directly. He sighed, "Maybe it's not that he is better than us, but that he works harder than us."

Fang Yuze nodded and said, "Maybe. Brother Mo, let's also go to practice.

So the three practiced separately on this open space. Until late at night, Yue Xingyuan Lord passed by here, smiled, looked at the stars in the sky, and looked at the three disciples who worked hard to practice, which was very gratified.

"Yuchen, do you think we can win the championship in this year's Soul Fighting Conference?" Yue Xingyuan looked at the three disciples and asked the beautiful girl behind him.

Fang Yuchen blinked his eyes and shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I think it should be difficult."

The Lord Yue Xingyuan sighed, "Yes, it's really difficult. Yue Xingyuan has never been good at fighting, so even if he has been at the bottom of the Soul Fighting Conference for many years, many disciples have joined us to learn the art of saving the world.

Fang Yuchen said, "Master, what's on your mind?"

Yue Xingyuan was stunned, turned around, touched Fang Yuchen's head, and asked, "How can you ask if you are a teacher?"

Fang Yuchen said, "Master said that we have been at the bottom of many soul fighting conferences. The master must feel unhappy. Master also wants to beat the heroes at the Soul Fighting Conference and win the first place. It's just that our soul skills of Yue Xingyuan are not good at fighting, so the master has something on his mind, right?

Yue Xingyuan asked, "Then what do you think is on my mind?"

Fang Yuchen folded his hands and shook his head and said, "Master's mind is to make the sect stronger, which can not only save the world, but also dominate the world. However, the rules left by the suzerains of all dynasties do not allow us to learn the soul skills used to fight and kill, and the master dares not violate them. Therefore, Master is very contradictory. I don't know whether to create a soul skill that belongs to Yue Xingyuan and is specially used for fighting!"

The Lord of the Star Abyss took two steps forward, looked at the stars in the sky and said, "You're right. The soul skills practiced by the disciples of Yue Xingyuan are all soul skills that heal wounds and extend their lives. Although Yue Xingyuan's disciples can cure diseases and save people, they can prolong their lives. However, when you meet a vicious person, your ability to protect yourself is very poor.

Fang Yuchen came to her side, held her hand gently, and the two sat down. Yue Xingyuan sighed in his heart that as a suzerain, he had to beware everywhere. It was not easy to have a confidant around him, but he could not reveal his heart.

"Master. My brother and Brother Mo, why were they selected to participate in the Soul Fighting Conference? Fang Yuchen raised his little face, put his hands on his cheeks, and asked softly.

"Of course, it's your brother Mo's shooting. Your brother Mo's shooting is so fast that he often subdues it when others can't see it clearly. Three years ago, it was your brother Mo who tried to turn the tide that didn't let us jump into the valley. Yue Xingyuan said faintly, as if he were talking about his own child.

"Oh." Fang Yuchen's mind came up with a handsome man with a long gun, who was proud of the heroes among many masters. I can't help yearning for it.

When Yue Xingyuan saw her infatuated, he sighed, "The night is so beautiful. I don't know if I can see such a night after the Soul Fighting Conference. Go back and have a rest. I think they are going to practice until dawn.

More than ten days are fleeting. Fang Yuze, Mo Yan and Yun Yixian were summoned by the Lord of Yuexingyuan and rushed to the quiet hall. They are going to go to Huo Yunshan today.

As a sect leader, the Yuexingyuan Lord must go. In order to protect the safety of the disciples, two of the seven soul emperors in Yuexingyuan also came. One is a thin old man with a white beard almost hanging to the ground, and the other is a middle-aged fat man with black carbon-like skin and a pair of copper bell eyes. There are also more than 30 excellent disciples from the sect who observe a soul fighting conference, which is also of great benefit to their practice.

Overturned Tianqing Peak, passed through the blacksmith's shop, crossed the Wangyou Strait by boat, bought dozens of horses in Tiannan City, walked dozens of miles west, and arrived at the foot of Huoyun Mountain.

Huo Yunshan is not too high, and strange pine rocks are piled up all over the mountain. All kinds of birds and animals are also happy in the mountains. Most of these birds and beasts are captive by Huo Yunzong and are not fierce. The mountain road under Yun Yixian's feet was made by several generations of Huo Yunzong's disciples cutting through the thorns and spreading them with their hands. All the way to Huo Yunzong's sect, there were no twists and turns.

At this time, the door of Huo Yunzong opened to welcome the disciples of major sects. Huo Yunzong's disciple raised his sword in his chest and stood on both sides of the mountain road. This is Huo Yunzong's swordsmanship. And only people from the eight major sects can enjoy this kind of courtesy.

Yun Yixian walked all the way and was a little tired. He took a few bites of the dry food in the bag and asked Fangzhou next to him, "Brother Fang, is there any place for Huo Yunzong to hold so many of us?"

Fang Yuze was amused by him and said, "For thousands of years, it is more than enough to hold these hundreds of people. You don't have to worry about not having a place to sleep at night.

"That's good. Otherwise, I will have to sleep on the pine tree again. Yun Yi said to himself.

Sleeping on the pine tree? Fang Yuze felt so weird when he heard this. While he was thinking, all the people of the eight major sects were gathered!