Chapter 211: Lu Zu's Moon-gazing Sword Style

"crash"

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Several ice cones pierced into Murong Ji's body, sharp and icy, as if to freeze his true energy.

[You have a disciple named Wang Zhaojun, right?! ]

Murong Ji watched the second wave of ice cones falling. Without time to think, he took out the Youwei Xuanjian from his arms, turned the mirror over, and shone it towards the sky.

"Buzz!"

"Snapped!"

There was a faint buzzing sound, and the ice cones in the sky suddenly exploded and shattered into ice chips.

At the same time, Qi Hao's sword light suddenly slashed over, Murong Ji hurriedly dodged and covered the sword light with Youwei Xuanjian.

The sword light instantly scattered in all directions.

On the high platform, Daoxuan looked solemn and said, "This is a good treasure."

Tian Buyi looked at the disciple who was being beaten by Qi Hao and snorted coldly, "Humph, if he hadn't wasted time on these external things, his current cultivation level might not be much lower than Qi Hao's."

"Hmph! Wishful thinking! Does the level of one's cultivation have anything to do with the depth of one's foundation? If you can't win, you can't win. Why do you have so many excuses?" Cangsong said sarcastically.

"Bang!" Tian Buyi slapped the table in anger, "Excuse?! Is this an excuse? When Qi Hao was this old, wasn't he also beaten by Junior-Martial-Nephew Xiao?"

"When Qi Hao participated in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, he was not as big as him!"

"you……"

"Alright, alright." Daoxuan looked like he had a headache, and said, "Why are you arguing again? The prosperity of the younger generation of disciples of Qingyun Sect is a good thing, why are you arguing?"

Everyone was silent, watching the competition on the stage quietly.

“Junior Sister Shuiyue, isn’t it a bit…” Shang Zhengliang’s meaning was very clear, he was forcing things to happen.

Extremely powerful sword techniques such as the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder Technique require strong cultivation to control, otherwise you will hurt yourself.

"Crack!"

There was a loud thunder and everyone looked over. Daoxuan's face changed drastically, "Not good!" Just as he was about to get up to help, Shuiyue and Tian Buyi had already rushed over.

While secretly breathing a sigh of relief, he turned to look at Qi Hao, his face instantly became solemn, and he rushed out together with Cangsong.

Murong Ji looked up at the endless ice water attacking from all directions. He could not resist it with just the Youwei Xuanjian in his hand.

He flew into the air on his sword, avoiding the first wave of ice cone attacks.

Before he could steady himself, Qi Hao slashed down with his sword from above.

Murong Ji's face changed drastically. He held the Tianwen Sword and made a strange movement in the air.

Moon-gazing style!
Among the sword techniques left by Lu Zu, this is the most lethal sword style!

As the sword moves together, the spiritual energy and evil spirits in the air suddenly gather together, as if they have a fixed vein.

Suddenly, I seemed to see a painting. At dawn, the sun and the moon were in the sky, and a man stood alone on the top of a mountain, watching the moon, drinking, and practicing swordplay.

Male and female are divided into yin and yang, while the sun and the moon have the same mysteriousness.

Taixu refines the true vacuum, and the great way is profound and bright.

When he used the Moon-Watching Sword Style, it was as if he was in another world, slashing out with a sword to cut the sun and the moon.

"boom!"

The moves collided, and the powerful energy seemed to turn into a wall, pushing Murong Ji and Qi Hao backwards, one high and one low.

Murong Ji quickly adjusted his posture, and instantly released his strength to the ground.

"bump!"

The moment he landed, a deep pit was created. Murong Ji half-knelt in the pit and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

This power was really too much for him to handle.

The injury is not serious, but it is a bit difficult to endure.

Master's wife Su Ru came over and bowed behind Murong Ji, "Master Brother."

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and he looked back. He saw someone standing behind him out of nowhere.

Cold sweat immediately broke out, and he quickly bowed, "Meet the Master."

Daoxuan waved at Su Ru, then looked at Murong Ji and said with a smile: "Can you let me take a look at that mirror of yours?"

How could Murong Ji refuse, so he quickly handed it over with both hands.

"Yes, it's the Pufang mirror, that's right." Then he asked again: "Where did you get it?"

Daoxuan's tone was kind, but don't assume that he was kind. Murong Ji quickly replied, "Master, this thing is in a valley in Dazhu Peak. It's full of dry bones. It should be an ancient battlefield. This is where it was obtained."

Daoxuan returned the mirror to him and said nothing more.

Su Ru helped Murong Ji up, checked his injuries, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that he was not seriously injured.

"Master, how do you think we can determine the winner?" asked the presiding elder.

The few of them came to their senses and looked around. The ring had been broken, not only theirs, but also Zhang Xiaofan's.

Murong Ji glanced around and finally fixed his eyes on Qi Hao. He saw that his face was pale and he was obviously injured.

Come to think of it, no one would feel good after being hit by the Moon-Watching Style.

I didn't get anything good out of it, but I did have a slight advantage in sword techniques.

"Master, I landed before Brother Qi, so I lost this time." Qi Hao suddenly stepped forward and said, "Master, we haven't decided the winner yet, so why don't you allow us to fight again..."

Murong Ji smiled bitterly, "Brother Qi, I have exhausted my energy and I am no longer able to fight. You don't want to beat me, do you?"

Qi Hao paused and said with a wry smile: "How could it be."

Daoxuan laughed, nodded to the presiding elder, turned and walked towards the platform.

"The winner! Qi Hao from Longshou Peak!"

Qi Hao saluted towards Murong Ji with his fists clasped, and Murong Ji returned the salute.

He knew clearly which was more important, a Liuhe Mirror or a favor from the future second-in-command of Qingyun Sect.

At this time, Qi Hao seemed to be doing well and enjoying great success. However, the situation would become delicate after he returned from Liupo Mountain and Cangsong defected from Qingyun Sect.

At that time, this favor will become very important. The weights of the first and second place in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition will be different, and this will become a measure of his life and death.

In addition, Tian Buyi and his wife have a high status in Qingyun Sect.

He exhaled slowly, turned around and was about to apologize to his master's wife, but he saw her looking at him with a smile, which made him feel embarrassed.

Su Ru didn't say anything and took a group of disciples back to the disciple villa.

The eldest senior brother’s injury had not yet healed, so Zhang Xiaofan lay down again.

Murong Ji's condition was not bad. After his master Tian Buyi personally investigated, he gave him a pill.

Sat on the chair beside Murong Ji.

Looking at the disciples in the room, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, I want to learn Brother Qi Hao's sword formation and the four great sword techniques."

Tian Buyi's face darkened instantly, "Humph! You are quite arrogant!"

"bump"

Tian Buyi smashed the teacup on the table, and the sound in the room disappeared instantly.

"Qi Hao's sword formation, combined with the Xuanbing Jue, he has practiced for sixty years! Any one of the four great sword techniques can overwhelm all the heroes."

"Each sword technique is extremely difficult to practice. It takes you a lifetime to comprehend it. And you want to learn four at once!"

Murong Ji yawned, "Take your time, learn little by little, and you will eventually finish learning."

Tian Buyi snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"Master, what kind of magic weapon is the Pu Fang Mirror?"

Tian Buyi glanced at the Youwei Xuanjian that Murong Ji placed on the table, and said leisurely: "It is rumored that it is a set with the Liuhe Mirror. It is a set of mirrors that Grandmaster Wu Fangzi once passed on to Grandmaster Qingye."

"One attack and one defense, coordinating with each other. The Pu Fang mirror was later lost in the war, and no one knew about it anymore."

Day .

Lu Xueqi was seriously injured and had not yet woken up. Qi Hao won and took first place in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition.

At noon that day, Tian Buyi called Murong Ji over and brought him to Yuqing Palace.

As soon as I entered the hall, I saw a group of chief elders looking at me.

"You wait here."

Walking to the middle of the hall, Tian Buyi gave some instructions, then jumped onto the high platform at the top and sat on the empty chair to Daoxuan's right.

Murong Ji's face darkened. Why did he feel as if he was being put on trial?
"Junior Brother Murong, don't be nervous. I just want to ask a few questions."

"I, the disciple, will certainly tell you everything I know."

"Yes." Daoxuan picked up the Soul Devouring Stick beside him and asked, "You have your own views on the method of refining weapons. The people of Qingyun Sect may not be better than you."

"You are also the first person to come into contact with this strange magic weapon. I would like to hear your opinion."

Murong Ji slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he was being publicly tried for the origins of his sword moves and sword styles.

"Replying to the head master, all the uncles, and uncles. I once said that the grade of this magic weapon is not inferior to the Tianya Sword, and it even exceeds the category of the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon."

After saying that, he immediately added: "I am not very knowledgeable, so I am not sure. I hope you can forgive me, teachers."

Murong Ji glanced around and saw no one interrupting, so he continued, "Disciple divides magic weapons into five levels, namely ordinary magic weapons, spiritual magic weapons, immortal magic weapons, nine-day magic weapons, and sect-protecting magic weapons."

"This Soul Devouring Stick is made of meteorite iron. It fell into a special geographical environment and was smelted and tempered by thunder and fire. It was already extraordinary when it was born. I estimate that it was a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon at that time."

……

It was already afternoon when Murong Ji walked out of Yuqing Palace. He looked back and felt a little happy. From then on, his name would be recorded in the ancestral inheritance of Qingyun Sect.

If for no other reason, it was because he filled the gap in Qingyun Sect's weapon refining methods.

The reason why he was called here this time was to inquire about the Soul-Devouring Stick. After all, it was too weird. This magic weapon was forged with the blood refining method, and its power was several times stronger than the ordinary Nine Heavens Divine Weapon.

We have to explore its origins. Of course, as long as it is a magic weapon of Qingyun Sect, it is not impossible to make an exception.

The second is to see Murong Ji’s value. Now that his ability in refining equipment has been proven, he will be a talent trained by Qingyun Core in the future.

There was almost nothing happening in the next few days.

His treatment changed completely after he visited Yuqing Palace, and Tongtian Peak even allocated him a separate room.

Apart from wandering around Tongtian Peak, Murong Ji was practicing in the house, studying formations, refining pills, and refining weapons.

"Lao Qi."

(End of this chapter)