Chapter 35 Let You Eat Shit 2

The disciples of the Yaohai School were bustling, and Zhuge Buteng's eyes narrowed slightly. It turned out that he was the disciple who lost to Zhuge Ming. At this moment, Zhuge Ming stood not far away, staring at Gao Feng without saying a word, with a contemptuous smile in his eyes. Zhuge Ming could not show any interest in this person who had been defeated by him.

"Brother Gao, good job, teach him a lesson!"

"Brother Gao, win a first prize for our Yaohai faction!"

"Brother Gao's strength has greatly increased this time, and he will definitely not be defeated."

"Brother Gao, show him some color!"

The disciples of the Yaohai School cheered for Gao Feng one after another. Several elders of the Yaohai School floated in the air, and Elder Ge had a faint smile on his face, as if he was full of confidence in Gao Feng.

"Please give me some advice!" The disciple named Liu Zhen of Xuanqingmen shouted, and Zhen Yuanli was infused into the long sword. The long sword suddenly picked up a fiery red light, and the hot breath rolled and went straight to the high wind.

The water-blue light surged out of the high wind, which is the spiritual root of the water attribute.

The water-blue riot, the high wind sword waved, and several ice walls condensed in front of him in an instant. The spiritual root of the water attribute can release ice spells. The ice wall carries a cold air, and several ice walls firmly protect the high wind in it.

"Boom!"

Liu Zhen's long sword cut out layers of sword shadows. The hot breath rolled, the fire was shining everywhere, and several ice shields were broken in an instant, and the sword shadow turned towards the high wind.

"What!" Gao Feng's face changed. He didn't expect that the other party would break his spell so easily. His body retreated in an instant. He pinched the formula with his hand. The long sword cut out an ice flow and spread, and the frost condensed in an instant.

Liu Zhen was only slightly stopped by the ice flow for a moment, and the fire sword surged again, and the dense sword shadow shrouded him.

"How could this happen!" Gao Feng was a little flustered, and his attack completely lost its effect on the other party.

"Ha ha, Taoist friend, the seven swords of Guiying that I practice is the unique skill of Xuanqingmen. Like a shadow, the more you retreat, the faster you will lose!" Liu Zhen laughed in a low voice, and the shadow of the sword shrouded him, emerging one after another, like a fire curtain.

The high wind shouted softly, and the method was pinched. A large water curtain poured down, and the water curtain condensed by Zhenyuan force seemed to be a torrent sweeping the world.

"Open!"

Liu Zhen's body was like a phantom, and the seven swords of Guiying were played incisively and vividly by her. The sword shadow split the water curtain. Liu Zhen was almost to the extreme, like a stream of fire rushing to the high wind, and layers of sword shadows falling.

Guiying's seven swords and seven swords were cut out, and Gao Feng snorted. There were many sword marks on his body, and the sword wound had traces of being burned by fire.

"Ice and snow!" Gao Feng shouted, and his long sword waved out. He was covered with a layer of frost within a radius of more than ten meters around him. More than a dozen ice walls appeared around his body, shining with crystal cold light.

The cold meaning rippled, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

"The ice and snow can't exert its power in such a hasty situation. The high wind has fallen into passive defense." Yin Mengli is also a practicer of water attribute spiritual roots. When practicing the spell of ice attribute, she can see the drawbacks at a glance.

Several elders of the Yaohai faction in mid-air also saw the situation and frowned one after another. And the vast elders and Tianri elders smiled proudly.

Sure enough, Liu Zhen shouted coldly, and his long sword cut out layers of fire and broke through all the ice.

"Return to the shadow with a sword!" Liu Zhen shouted, and a firelight cut to the high wind as fast as the extreme.

"Puff!"

Blood splashed, a one-foot-long sword wound appeared on Gao Feng's shoulder, and the wound showed obvious signs of being burned by fire.

"Guiying Two Swords!" Liu Zhen drank lightly again.

"Puff!"

The firelight broke through the ice wall in front of the high wind, leaving another scar on his body.

"Return to the Three Swords! Four swords! Five swords!"

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Blood and fog flew, and the whole body of Gao Feng collapsed on the ground, bathed in blood all over his body. Several sword wounds appeared on his body. Many of the clothes on his body had been burned by fire, revealing the charred skin and shocking wounds inside.

"You lost!" Liu Zhen looked down at Gao Feng with an arrogant face.

"I..." Gao Feng's face turned red, and he didn't know whether it was burned by the fire or anger.

The disciples of the Yaohai School were speechless and unfavorable. Gao Feng and Liu Zhen were the disciples of the ninth level of the refining period, but they were defeated by each other.

On the contrary, Xuanqingmen is shouting loudly. He cheered for Liu Zhen to win the first prize.

"What a shadow seven swords!" Elder Ge's face was fiercely impulsive.

Gao Feng was helped by several disciples of his peers. Liu Zhen smiled coldly and turned back to the camp of Xuanqingmen.

"Yaohai sent Sun Ziming, the second floor of the foundation period, ask the Taoist friends of Xuanqingmen for advice!"

Unexpectedly, the second appearance was Sun Ziming. Sun Ziming stood in the center of the square with a sword and glanced at Yin Mengli intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhuge Buliang smiled secretly. This grandson actually wanted to show himself in front of Yin Mengli. I really didn't know what to say about him.

"Sister, you should take a closer look. This battle is of extraordinary significance." Zhuge Buleang said with a smile.

"There is no doubt that a boring battle will be defeated!" Yin Mengli turned her head away.

Xuanqingmen was also a layman in the foundation period. As expected by Yin Mengli, the other party's cultivation was obviously higher than Sun Ziming. After a battle, every time Sun Ziming was suppressed, the other party actually took out a magic weapon and flew Sun Ziming out, spitting blood, and was helped by the disciples of the same sect. Go down and have a rest.

"Damn it, it's so unfair that I took out the magic weapon!"

"Shameless, this battle is unfair!"

The disciples of Yaohai School are complaining one after another.

"Alas..." Zhuge Butliang covered his eyes speechlessly. Sun Ziming suffered a lot this time. Originally, he wanted to show himself in front of Yin Mengli, but he did not have that strength. The defeat ended so quickly that I'm afraid that the grandson would die of depression.

It still depends on the capital to install B, Zhuge Buliang sighed.

After the victory of World War II, the Yaohai faction was suppressed by the other side, and both battles ended in failure. Several elders of the Yaohai faction looked a little gloomy.

"Damn, what have these disciples been brought to by you!" Wu Yang was quite dissatisfied and scolded the leader and several elders, who bowed his head in shame and said nothing.

Hao Fan and Tian Ri looked at each other and smiled, with an inexplicable meaning in their eyes.

Next, another pair of disciples in the gas refining period fought. Unfortunately, Xuanqingmen came to the elites this time. Many people had magic weapons. The Yaohai faction was defeated again, and several elders of the Yaohai faction looked extremely gloomy.

"The Yaohai faction is nothing more than that. In the top ten faction, there is no decent person."

"Huh! It's just a false name!"

The disciples of Xuanqingmen sneered one after another, and the eyes of the disciples of the Yaohai School were more unscrupulous. If it hadn't been for Wu Yang, the elder of Yuanying in the later period, I'm afraid they would have preached it loudly.

"Yang Yiqing, the ninth floor of the gas refining period, please give me some advice!" This time, it turned out to be Pang Yiqing, dressed in a robe flying, which was quite out of dust.

"Come on, Brother Pang, good job!"

"Brother Pang, fight for our Yaohai faction!"

"Come on, Brother Pang, the beauties are looking at you!"

The disciples of the Yaohai faction shouted, but they lacked some confidence. After all, they were defeated in three consecutive games. This blow caused a significant decline in the morale of the Yaohai faction.

"Pang Yiqing... The injury is quite fast." Zhuge Buleang hugged his shoulder and smiled secretly.

A disciple on the ninth floor of the gas refining period also came out of the Xuanqingmen camp. Pang Yiqing summoned the magic weapon Qinglong Lock. The Qinglong Lock was broken by Zhuge Fuliang last time, but it was not broken. Later, it was refined by Elder Pang.