Chapter 208: The shortcut to nurturing the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon

"Humph! Zhang Xiaofan! I was so grateful for your help yesterday! You actually used such a harsh blow!"

Then he turned and left.

Zhang Xiaofan watched them leave in amazement.

Murong Ji stretched lazily. Sixth Senior Brother must have been tired from the competition last night. He was still doing martial arts in his sleep and got kicked on the lower back. It was really... unbearable.

"Xiao Fan, when you have nothing else to do over there, come and watch my competition."

"Ah."

Looking at Zhang Xiaofan's back as he left alone, he felt a little desolate. He had lived a very happy life in the past few years at Dazhu Peak, but it was hard to guess how Zhang Xiaofan felt in his heart.

Walking onto the stage, there was a big word "Zhen" in the middle of the stage. Murong Ji smiled and looked at Zeng Shushu who was greeting his fellow disciples from Feng Huifeng on the balcony.

He exhaled slowly. A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. As one of the five future benchmarks of Qingyun Sect, Zeng Shushu also felt some pressure.

Apart from anything else, the laws of the previous life and the laws of this world are different after all. The power of magic is extremely powerful.

"Dang Dang Dang"

The bell rang three times in succession, reminding the participating students to go on stage.

Zeng Shushu said goodbye to everyone and walked onto the stage. After he stood still, the presiding elder shouted, "The competition begins!"

The two men were not in a hurry to fight. They had fought before, but that was several years ago.

Nowadays, both of them have achieved a certain level of accomplishment in their cultivation, and this is the first time they have seriously fought each other.

"Humph! Murong Ji, let's just forget about our old and new grudges now."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, "Who are you?"

Zeng Shushu's face darkened and he said no more. He directly pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword, holding the sword in his hand, and confronted him quietly.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly. With the two chiefs in charge, no fellow disciples could voice dissent.

"This sword is named Tianwen. People who practice Taoism have countless unanswered questions and want to ask the Heavenly Dao for answers. However, the Heavenly Lord cannot hear them, so it is named Tianwen."

"It weighs eighty-four pounds and is three feet six inches long. It is made of meteorite iron from outer space."

Offstage, Tian Ling'er was confused. "Why doesn't Senior Brother Seven fight quickly? Wasn't he very decisive in the previous battles? Why would he expose his information?"

Tian Buyi snorted coldly: "Humph! You are so clever, but you are actually using some tricks."

Su Ru smiled, patted Tian Ling'er's hand, and said, "He doesn't know the origin of the Xuanyuan Sword. I'm afraid it has some magical effect, and he will suffer a loss."

"To force Zeng Shushu to reveal the source of his magic weapon."

Tian Ling'er suddenly realized, her eyes sparkling, "How can you play it this way? Senior Brother Seven seems to be quite honest on weekdays."

Su Ru smiled and stopped talking.

Zeng Shushu on the stage looked at Murong Ji with a gloomy face. He had known for a long time that this bastard was a good-for-nothing, and now he knew how much of a good-for-nothing he was.

People have told you the news about the sword clearly. If you continue to hide it, you will probably not be able to hold your head up in Qingyun Sect anymore.

"This sword is called Xuanyuan. It was forged by our peak's ancestor Xuanyuan, hence the name. This sword weighs seventy-three pounds and is three feet and four inches long. It is made of volcanic yang copper."

Murong Ji knew in his heart that this was still a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon. Although its grade was not as good as the Tianya Sword, it was definitely not comparable to ordinary magic weapons.

Just look at the way Lu Xueqi is cutting melons and chopping vegetables.

After putting away the sword, Murong Ji pointed his finger and a sword energy was released, shooting towards Zeng Shushu.

Zeng Shushu raised his sword to block, and there was a "ding" sound. After the test, the two fell silent again.

The next moment, they all took action.

Zeng Shushu knew how strong Murong Ji's close combat ability was and did not want to fight in close combat. When he saw Murong Ji rushing over, he quickly used the Xuanyuan Sword to draw a golden light curtain to stop Murong Ji.

[Some of these moves are similar to Qi Hao's, but they have different effects?! ]

Murong Ji slapped the sword light with his palm, and a "clang" sound spread all around.

Then he looked at his palm in a daze. At this moment, he seemed to understand the difference between the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon and ordinary magic weapons.

He divided the magic weapons into four categories: spiritual magic weapons, immortal magic weapons, nine-sky magic weapons, and sect-guarding magic weapons.

In fact, there are also ordinary magical instruments. In this world, ordinary magical instruments are also rare and good things.

Looking at his magic weapon, the Tianwen Sword, Murong Ji suddenly thought of a way to accelerate its development into the ranks of the Nine Heavenly Divine Weapons.

He looked up and smiled. At this moment, he could no longer hold back his smile. "Brother Zeng, what a great magic weapon."

Zeng Shushu snorted coldly. Does this mean that he relied on the magic weapon to win unfairly? !
The next moment, Murong Ji directly let go of the Tianwen Sword, and the Tianwen Sword was like a falcon out of a cage, instantly turning into a stream of light.

Zeng Shushu's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He quickly swung out the Xuanyuan Sword, drawing a golden light curtain.

"bump!"

"Wow!"

There was a sound like glass breaking, and Zeng Shushu's face turned pale. He then put away his sword and blocked it, "Ding!"

"Ding!"

Several times in a row, he was blocked by Zeng Shushu. Murong Ji was shocked. This Zeng Shushu is really powerful!
No wonder, in the original world, they were able to make it to the top four.

Murong Ji slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, several sword energies shot out instantly.

"bump!"

The sword energy directly hit the Xuanyuan Sword, and the huge force instantly bounced the Xuanyuan Sword away.

Zeng Shushu was stunned. What kind of power was this? He felt a chill in his heart and dodged hastily.

"call out!"

The sword light and wind blade scraped across Zeng Shushu's face, leaving a wound.

Knowing roughly what level Zeng Shushu was at, Murong Ji no longer held back, [It was time for me to learn some magic. ]

Thinking of this moment, Murong Ji slapped out with his palms, and five palm seals of great compassion formed an arc shape, directly blocking Zeng Shushu's retreat.

With the Tianwen Sword pressing down, Murong Ji stepped forward, trying to lock Zeng Shushu's last chance.

Suddenly, there were a few "bang" sounds.

Several large hand prints were shattered in an instant, and several wind blades slashed towards Murong Ji through the hand prints.

Murong Ji was startled. Zeng Shushu had another trick up his sleeve? He dodged the attack.

Looking again, there was a strong wind. There was something wrong with this wind, as if it had consciousness, just like Li Xun's flame, its power was not revealed.

Murong Ji looked at Zeng Shushu who was in the center of the wind, his heart tightened, and he leaped to the side. The wind blades that he had dodged bounced back again and sank into the swirling wind around Zeng Shushu.

"Awesome!" Murong Ji praised sincerely.

Without further delay, he extended his palms one by one with great compassion.

The first palm strike hit Zeng Shushu in front of him and was instantly dissipated by the wind blades beside him. The second palm strike was avoided by Zeng Shushu using the Xuanyuan Sword and a golden light curtain.

The third palm strike directly created a crack in the light curtain.

The fifth palm... the tenth palm... the fifteenth palm...

There are no fancy skills or tricks, it's all a competition of basics.

Murong Ji was competing to see who could not bear it first and who would run out of true energy first.

"Crack!"

At some point, the Tianwen Sword pierced through Zeng Shushu's defense, and in the moment when he was stunned, endless palm prints fell down.

"bang bang bang"

Zeng Shushu coughed up a mouthful of blood and shattered the light curtain of the Xuanyuan Sword again. His moment of discouragement gave Murong Ji an opportunity.

Suddenly, there was no sound of the whistling palm wind, and it became quite quiet. Before Zeng Shushu could be prepared, the palm print had already arrived in front of him.

"bump!"

A palm hit Zeng Shushu's chest, and he flew backwards.

He fell to the edge of the ring, gasping for breath.

Murong Ji stood at the other end of the ring, looking at him quietly. Zeng Shushu said, "I lost."

"Concession."

The presiding elder confirmed that it was correct and shouted loudly: "The winner is Dazhu Peak Murong Ji!"

Murong Ji recalled the Heavenly Question Sword, put it away, walked over, saluted Zeng Shuchang first, and then asked: "Senior Brother Zeng, do you know where the problem lies?"

Zeng Shushu's breathing became much smoother. He shook his head and said, "My skills are not as good as yours. I admit defeat sincerely."

Considering their good relationship, he wanted to give some advice, but since the other party didn't appreciate it, forget it. Murong Ji smiled, said no more, and turned around to leave the stage.

"master."

Tian Buyi smiled and nodded, he was in a very good mood.

Before he could speak, Zhang Xiaofan and his fourth senior brother He Dazhi also came over. However, He Dazhi had a strange expression on his face, and it didn't look like Zhang Xiaofan had lost, nor did it look like he had won.

"Fourth Brother, what's that expression on your face?" asked Second Brother Wu Dayi.

"Hahaha" He Dazhi smiled awkwardly, "Master, junior brother won." The tone of voice was so absurd that even the fourth brother himself found it absurd.

Tian Buyi's face instantly became serious, "What's going on?!" He glanced at his little disciple, who looked so cowardly, and frowned slightly.

He Dazhi exhaled slowly: "Master, Senior Brother Chang Jian was seriously injured in the competition with Senior Brother last night and couldn't get out of bed, so he was forced to give up the competition."

Tian Buyi was stunned and instantly understood the expression of the fourth brother He Dazhi.

He looked at Zhang Xiaofan carefully, thinking that his little disciple was lucky. Then he set his gaze on Murong Ji with a sharp look.

"Uh... Master, why are you looking at me like that?"

Tian Buyi said nothing and took his disciples to the high platform in the middle.

After the other two matches were decided, it was, as expected, Qi Hao and Lu Xueqi.

The four of them stood on the stage, and Murong Ji suddenly handed a candy to Lu Xueqi. Lu Xueqi frowned and did not take it. Seeing this, Murong Ji was not surprised.

He immediately handed it to Qi Hao.

Qi Hao took it with a smile on his face: "Junior Brother Murong, thank you very much, what are you..."

Murong Ji said, "I brought some nuts from home. Let's share them with everyone." He stuffed a handful into Lu Xueqi's hand without saying anything.

Lu Xueqi: “…”

You can’t eat on this stage, you can only wait until it’s over.

Cangsong stepped forward with a serious face, "Tomorrow's competition will be between Qi Hao from Longshou Peak and Murong Ji from Dazhu Peak. Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak will fight against Zhang Xiaofan from Dazhu Peak."

(End of this chapter)