Chapter 77 The Repairer of the Dazzling Period 2

Zhuge didn't brightly nodded. At this time, a cold strange smile came, and two men came from the side.

"Yo, this is the Taoist friend of the Yaohai faction, the largest faction in Qingzhou. Why do you look so embarrassed?" A young man at the age of eighteen or nineteen came up with a trace of laughter on his face.

"The Yaohai faction claims to be the largest faction in Qingzhou. I think it is in vain, and a few small monsters make it so embarrassed." Another young man is a little older, about twenty-two years old. He is extraordinary, but he is also sarcastic.

Several disciples of the Yaohai School immediately changed color, and one of them shouted, "What do you mean by this? Is it demeaning our Yaohai School?"

"Huh! It's a Yaohai faction, which is not worth us to belittle. The man's face was cold and arrogant, carrying his hands on his back, and his chin proudly high.

Several disciples of the Yaohai School were immediately furious and jumped up to shout with these two people.

"Who are they?" Zhuge Buzuo asked the plain face in a low voice.

Su Yan frowned and said, "They are the largest sect of Xian Miaozong in Lizhou. I heard that Xian Miaozong ranks eighth in Kyushu, and they are also above our Yaohai sect."

The young man of Xian Miaozong said, "The Yaohai faction has survived in name only. Although it still occupies the tenth position in Kyushu, in my opinion, it's just an empty name and loud. My Xian Miao Sect has not paid attention to you yet."

"What a big tone, do you dare to fight with me?" A disciple of the Yaohai faction stood up and stared at the young man of the Yaohai faction angrily.

The young man snorted coldly, "What are you, and how dare you shout at me?"

As soon as the voice fell, a huge pressure hit the disciple of the Yaohai faction. The disciple snorted, his face turned pale, and he stepped back a few steps.

"Humph, is there only this kind of waste in the Yaohai faction?" The young man was cold and arrogant, laughing and looking at other Yaohai disciples.

Zhuge Bubuliang's pupils contracted. The young man of this Xian Miaozong should be at least on the eighth floor of the foundation-building period, and another younger person should also be about five floors of the foundation-building period. This is already the best among the young generation.

At this time, the practitioners of the surrounding factions were also attracted and gathered here one after another, as if they wanted to watch a good play.

At this moment, the young man of the Immortal Sect is more energetic and sneered, "If you Yaohai faction are all this kind of role, I think you'd better go home, so as not to entrust others to retreat when fighting with monsters!"

"You... You Xian Miaozong are too arrogant!"

"Too much bullying!"

The disciples of the Yaohai School sneered one after another, with resentment on their faces. It was simply a nud shame to be said so in front of the major factions in Lizhou.

"I'm here to challenge you!" Another disciple of the Yaohai School stood up. A long sword flashed in his hand. The long sword was picked up and pointed straight at the young man of Xian Miao Sect.

"There are only three floors in the foundation-building period, just the glory of rice grains!" The young man of Xian Miaozong was extremely conceited and shook his sleeves. Suddenly, the magnificent force came out again. The disciples of the Yaohai School crashed out and spewed a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

"I said that Yaohai faction is a bunch of waste!" The young man carried his hands on his back and said coldly and arrogantly.

"Cang!"

The sword rioted, and a dazzling golden sword light tore the air and went straight to the young man of Xian Miaozong.

The young man of Xian Miaozong also showed a trace of solemnity. He raised his hand and pointed, and a cold air forced out, and instantly condensed into an ice shield in front of him.

"Dang!"

The golden swordmang hit the ice shield, and there was a sound of metal.

Zhuge Ming came out with a silent face, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out. He approached the young man of Xian Miaozong like a phantom. On his body, there seemed to be a dragon spirit lingering.

"Bum!"

The young man of Xian Miaozong punched him, and then his body quickly pushed away, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"You're okay. It seems that your Yaohai faction is not all pus!" The young man of Xian Miaozong smiled, and a folding fan appeared in his hand, with a geographical map of mountains and rivers painted on the folding fan. The young man gently swayed the folding fan, with long hair flying, but with a little romantic momentum.

"You haven't seen the really powerful people of our Yaohai faction." Zhuge Ming sneered, and the god approached like a long rainbow. The long sword brought a crisp dragon roar, as if there was a golden dragon wrapped around the sword.

"Retired!"

The young man of Xian Miaozong shouted softly, and the folding fan in his hand pointed his finger. Suddenly, a burst of air came, and Zhuge Ming's sword spirit was all smashed.

This folding fan is actually a magic weapon!!

The folding fan in the young man's hand waved again, and several shiny ice crystals stabbed out, tearing up the air like a sharp flying knife and shooting at Zhuge Ming.

"Oh"

With the sound of dragons, a golden dragon shadow really flew out of Zhuge Ming's sword. The golden dragon roared and swept in all directions. The ice crystals wrapped in the surrounding air were all shaken away, forming a unique vacuum zone.

The monk who was watching the battle not far away suddenly booed. Zhuge Fuliang was even more shocked, because he found that the golden dragon breath played by Zhuge Ming was exactly the same as the dragon spirit vein that appeared a few years ago!

"It's very good. You deserve to be my opponent, Xu Fei." The young man of Xian Miaozong called himself Xu Fei, swayed the folding fan in his hand, and still looked like a Titan.

"Xu Fei, you are Xu Fei, one of the top ten young masters of Xian Miaozong?" The indifferent voice sounded, and Jin Yao came up. The unique heavy pressure of Jindan period made everyone's hearts sink, and the soothless monk not far away suddenly calmed down.

Jin Yao stood still and scolded coldly, "How dare you be so unsced, Brother Zhuge, you can let go and let them know that my Yaohai faction is not bullied by others."

Hearing this, Zhuge Ming's eyes lit up and nodded.

The practitioners of the major factions around watching the battle were also energetic. Unexpectedly, such a good scene came out on a boring night. Among these practitioners, a middle-aged man and an old man looked at this scene faintly and calmed down. The middle-aged man said, "This disciple of the Yaohai School is extraordinary, and his cultivation skills are also extremely special."

The old man next to him nodded: "He is indeed a talented little guy, but unfortunately he is not Xu Fei's opponent."

Zhuge Buo roared, and Jin Guanghuacheng wrapped a dragon shadow around his body, dazzling. He opened his mouth and spit out two flying swords. The two flying swords were like long rainbows, crossing to Xu Fei.

"A pneumatic mountain and river!" Xu Fei raised the folding fan in his hand, which is called the mountain and river fan, which is a high-level magic weapon. The mountain and river fans swept out a large blue light curtain, sweeping in like the fall of the Milky Way in nine days.

The sound is like a wave, and the waves beat on the shore.

The sound of waves and the sound of dragons were intertwined, and a fierce wind swept away. The practitioners of the major factions in the distance felt that they could not stand steadily, and their skin was painful because of the piercing cold wind and the sharpness.

Zhuge Ming and Xu Fei fought together, and the two flying swords crisscrossed, constantly cutting at Xu Fei.

And Xu Fei is still calm and comfortable, interspersed between the two flying swords, and the mountains and rivers are displayed in the wind, turning into a huge fan shadow dance. Xu Fei carried his hands on his back, and his form was unrestrained and free. The eyes of the female disciples around him were flooded, revealing the color of nymphomania.

Zhuge Buteng stood not far away and looked at Zhuge Ming on the field. He secretly said in his heart that Zhuge Ming's cultivation had advanced so rapidly that he had advanced to the fifth floor of the foundation period. And his temperament has also changed dramatically. The golden dragon protects his body like a real dragon.