Chapter 22 The Gloom Turns to Drizzle! The Battle at the Pinnacle of the Great Genius (Please Vote for Me)

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If it were just that, that would be fine, but that's not it.

The key is that after Qianqiu was trampled under his feet, he was still struggling and talking rubbish: "Young man named Wu, please let me go quickly. I am doing this for your own good. You can listen to things like picking up girls." Mine is always right." It clanged, clanged, struggling desperately at Wu Zhixing's feet, like a dehydrated fish.

Such a scene made everyone at the scene stunned.

This wave of people present at the scene are all high-status figures in Guilong City. Even if everyone has never seen the magical treasure, they have naturally heard of it. At least, they have great admiration and admiration for the magical treasure. No matter who you are, dreaming of a magical magical treasure that can talk?

But what the hell is this thing? Is this a sword, or a gangster? In an instant, it has somewhat broken through the world's understanding of magical spiritual treasures.

Wu Xuening, who was standing at the edge of the ring and preparing to cheer for her good grandson, was also dumbfounded. After looking left and right, she took a few steps back awkwardly, as if to draw a clear line between herself and Wu Zhixing.

She kept muttering in her heart, although the request she made to her grandfather was a talking sword, but this talking sword was too cheap... Fortunately, this was not her magical treasure, otherwise she would still be alive. ?

"Shut up."

Wu Zhixing's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he was so embarrassed that he almost ran away from the ring.

He stepped on Qianqiu's foot and crushed it hard, and said angrily: "If you dare to speak arrogantly again, I will kill you."

Clay figures also have a three-part fire nature. Although Wu Zhixing's personality is relatively Buddhist, he was also provoked by Qianqiu to the point of becoming angry.

These days, "Qianqiu" kept nagging him while he was practicing, but it was still the same in public, which was really embarrassing.

"Hmph, just shut up, you'll beg me for help." Under the threat of obliteration, Qianqiu finally became a little more honest, but he still refused to forgive.

"Miss Li Yao, I'm so sorry." Wu Zhixing was so embarrassed that his face was a little hot. He simply ignored it and apologized to Wang Li Yao hastily, "My sword is too..."

He felt that he couldn't say the word "pervert" in front of Wang Liyao, who was like a fairy descending to earth!

"It doesn't matter." The corner of Wang Liyao's mouth twitched slightly under the veil, and she said in a clear and elegant voice, "The little prince can just turn around and train him slowly. Li Yao also thanks the little prince for giving him face and is willing to accept my challenge."

When the two faced each other on the ring, all the eyes and focus in Baiyun Tower naturally fell on them.

Among the best sets of seats.

The atmosphere suddenly became warm.

An old man with a white beard, wearing a four-clawed golden dragon brocade robe and a purple gold crown looked at the situation on the ring and sneered: "Old ghost Tianhe, I didn't expect you to be so lucky. That horn in Longzuo County You can also find a great talent in a corner."

"Haha~"

In another private room, Master Tianhe was present.

He had obviously dressed up specially today, wearing a plain white dress, and his temperament was like that of an old god descending to earth, but when he opened his mouth, he immediately choked: "Wu Dexin, a thousand and hundreds of years have passed, and you are still the same as you were when you were young. There is no virtue and no progress at all. Longzuo County is a newly opened county, and many children of aristocratic families have dedicated their lives to it and contributed to the rise of Daqian. How come it turns into a corner when it comes to your mouth? "

"Part of the support that your noble prince enjoys every year is the tribute from the tens of millions of people in Longzuo County. Don't eat white rice while scolding the farmers."

Prince Dexin's face darkened slightly: "Is this what I mean? Which of us Daqian princes has never gone to the battlefield to kill the enemy or protect the country? In the seven or eight thousand years since the founding of the country, all of us have died on the battlefield. How old are the princes?"

"Haha, it sounds like our Holy Land lineage is just eating dry food." Master Tianhe sneered, "Our Holy Land also has the responsibility to protect the country and educate all people. Is it possible that our predecessors from the Nine Holy Land lines have sacrificed so few What?"

Prince Dexin and Zhenren Tianhe respectively represented the royal family and the holy land lineage when they were young.

If the geniuses of these two lines like each other, they will naturally become brothers, sisters or friends. But if they don't see eye to eye, all kinds of resentment will naturally arise.

There is no doubt that these two people did not deal with each other when they were young, or they had conflicts that were difficult to reconcile.

"Brother Tianhe, today is the decisive battle between Yao'er and Wu Zhixing. Let's focus on the decisive battle and stop arguing."

In the same private room as Tianhe, there was another old man in brocade robes with outstanding appearance and extraordinary power. Seeing that the two of them were about to start fighting again, he couldn't help but speak out to mediate.

"Okay, then let's give Duke Ding some face." Master Tianhe said cheerfully.

This old man in brocade robes is surprisingly the ancestor of the third-rank family Daqian Wang, Dingguo Gong.

The title of Duke Dingguo was conferred on the Wang family by the first emperor at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China. It is extremely glorious.

The title of a duke is higher than that of a prince, and the annual support is the same as that of a prince. Moreover, even if he does not perform meritorious service on the battlefield, he can be hereditary. However, the Wang family of Daqian only received one dukedom, so if there are multiple magical realms existing at the same time, only one person can inherit the dukedom.

But now, the Daqian Wang family only has one ancestor in the magical power realm, so he naturally inherits the position of Duke Ding. The next generation of Duke Dingguo is very likely to fall into the hands of this generation's magical seed - Wang Zhouhui.

In another private room, a man who looked like a middle-aged man and also had a royal demeanor also advised: "Ancestor Dexin, don't be angry. We are still here to cheer up the kid Zhixing today."

This royally noble middle-aged man is also one of the royal princes, named Prince Yongan. He and Prince Dexin belong to the same lineage, and both belong to the lineage passed down from generation to generation by His Majesty's eldest son.

The lineage of Prince Dexin is also the most powerful among the many descendants of the royal family. There are two princes and eighteen county princes in the same lineage! Moreover, among the young people of this generation, there are even more outstanding people such as Prince Kang and Princess Xuening.

Wu Zhixing was not originally from this lineage, but he was adopted into the name of King Fujun from this lineage. Therefore, among this young generation, there are now three great talents.

As a father, King Fujun naturally came to encourage the "cheap son" this time.

However, in an occasion where two princes and ancestors of the same generation were present, as a young junior who was only over 300 years old, he naturally had no right to speak. In fact, he didn't even have a seat at all, so he could only stand with his hands down, looking at his eyes, nose, nose and mind.

When the elders were quarreling, he couldn't interrupt at will, he could only listen honestly.

"The sword of Zhixing's kid is called 'Qianqiu'. Although he is famous for being a talkative among all the great magical treasures, he still has some strength." After being persuaded, Prince Dexin did not bother to talk to Tianhe anymore. The real person was arguing, but he was talking to Prince Yong'an, "And this boy is not old, but he is very calm and down-to-earth. Yong'an, you should take more care of him on weekdays and train him well."

"Yes, ancestor." Prince Yong'an said with a smile, "That child is very patient and willing to practice. Now he has reached the fifth level of heaven and human realm. If he works harder, he will probably be able to break through to the late heaven and human realm before he is a hundred years old. ." There was also a hint of relief in his eyes, and he was obviously very satisfied with Wu Zhixing.

"Not bad, not bad, this is more work than you used to do." Prince Dexin was greatly relieved and said with a smile, "When he grows up, he will be Chengsi's best help, and he can also help Chengsi stabilize his throne. "

Wu Chengsi is one of the current quasi-emperors.

In the eyes of the royal family members of Dexin's lineage, Prince Wu Chengsi of Kang County is almost the confirmed son of the emperor. When he ascends to the throne in the future, Dexin's lineage will inevitably become even more powerful.

In their view, His Majesty ordered Wu Zhixing to adopt the name of Prince Fujun from the Dexin lineage, in order to prepare to add a powerful assistant to the future emperor.

However, as soon as Dexin said this, Tianhe over there stopped working again. He sneered and said, "Dexin, the battle between the emperor and his son has not ended yet. Are you so sure that Prince Kang can win?"

"Tianhe, do you still think that Wu Mingyuan can compete with Chengsi for the throne?" Prince Dexin couldn't help but reply, "Humph, he can only enjoy the qualification of quasi-emperor. It's just because His Majesty is unwilling to violate the late emperor's decree. In terms of virtue and ability, Wu Mingyuan cannot compare with Chengsi in any aspect, and he is destined to be nothing more than a person who takes the exam."

Prince Kang is a descendant of Prince Dexin, and he and Prince Yong'an are naturally the most steadfast supporters of Prince Kang.

"Hey~ since when did you, Dexin, have the ability to spy on the secrets of heaven? How about you help me do the calculations, who will win in this battle between my Li Yao and your Zhi Xing?" Master Tianhe continued his firepower. Outputting,

It is very obvious that the relationship between him and Prince Dexin was very big when they were young, and they have not been able to let it go even after so many years.

However, these two are older seniors in the realm of magical powers. Except for a few peers, plus Emperor Longchang and the Lord of the Holy Land, no one knows what they are doing.

In the private room next door, Prince Heng was eavesdropping with his ears pricked up.

No matter which one of the four current powerful masters in the magical realm, he cannot afford to offend. If you want to know these anecdotes and gossip, you can only eavesdrop.

"Tianhe, you don't think your Li Yao can win, do you?" Prince Dexin was stunned and doubtful, "If Zhixing loses Qianqiu, this battle will be somewhat disadvantageous. But now both of them have supernatural powers. , my Zhixing also took advantage of his age, how can your disciple have any chance of winning?"

"Okay, let's make a bet." Master Tianhe suddenly became excited, "Each of us bet on our own children to win. Hmm... don't bet too big, just twenty high-grade spiritual stones."

Twenty high-grade spiritual stones? Don't bet too much?

When Prince Heng next door heard this, his eyes turned green.

These big guys in the magical realm are rich. You know, ordinary spiritual stones are worth about one hundred dry gold, while middle-grade spiritual stones are very rare to begin with, and often increase in value a hundred times, reaching tens of thousands of dry gold.

It's just that some powerful formations cannot be driven by ordinary spirit stones. Therefore, although middle-grade spirit stones are expensive, they still have a large market. For example, the defensive formation he asked the formation master to set up in the arena was driven by ten middle-grade spiritual stones.

As for high-grade spiritual stones, they are extremely rare in the entire Daqian Kingdom. They are a necessity for powerful families, schools, government offices, and royal residences to deploy top-level mountain-protecting formations.

If converted into dry gold, it would even cost millions of dry gold. This item is almost considered a strategic material in Daqian Country, and it is rarely spread to the outside world.

This shows how big a gamble Master Tianhe made this time.

However, doesn’t it mean that Tianhe Zhenren has gone bankrupt? Where did he get the top-grade spiritual stone?

Prince Heng was suspicious, but on the other side, Prince Dexin's expression suddenly became serious.

Even if it is as powerful as the Prince's family, twenty high-grade spiritual stones are an astronomical sum of money. If they are replenished, it can almost train a genius from the Qi Refining Realm to the Purple Mansion Realm.

However, this solemnity only lasted for a few breaths, and Prince Dexin made a decision: "Old ghost Tianhe, since you want to give money to me, how can I not allow it? Twenty gods, I Wang Yun."

At the same time, his voice reached the ears of Wu Zhixing on the ring through the isolation formation: "Zhixing, use all your skills. In this battle, you can win but not lose. Wang Liyao is at the critical moment of the battle between emperor and son. I'm afraid that I came to Beijing to gain fame, and I'm afraid there is another purpose behind it, so I have to be careful."

Wang Liyao also received rumors from Master Tianhe: "Yao'er, I borrowed twenty high-grade spiritual stones from my master to gamble with old ghost Dexin, just to win some coffins. In this battle, you have to Earn all the face for my master."

There were two elders transmitting the message from behind. The two great geniuses, who were still somewhat harmonious at first, suddenly became solemn and sharp in their eyes.

"Miss Li Yao, please~"

Wu Zhixing released his foot on "Qianqiu" and raised his hand to bring it into his hand. Then with a flick of his wrist, he danced a sword flower and made a starting move like a dragon fighting a rabbit.

Obviously, the swordsmanship he has been practicing hard is the signature swordsmanship passed down by the royal family - "Canglong Swordsmanship".

"Please, little prince."

Wang Liyao's "Xian Ge" was unsheathed, her slender hand gently grasped the hilt of the sword, and with one finger of the sword, a faint trace of water was drawn out. This is the starting position of "Tian Yi Zhen Water Sword Technique".

Tianhe's real name is "Tianhe", that's because the divine power of heaven he realized is "Tianhe", and he himself was born in Tianyi Zhenshui, one of the nine veins of the Holy Land, and his major training method is the top-notch skill "Tianyi Zhenshui" 》, this is the true method passed down, and if you practice it to perfection, you can directly lead to the realm of supernatural power.

Subsequently.

Their eyes met and they took action at the same time.

I saw the two of them coming out with their swords like a blue dragon flying in the air, with fierce energy and swiftness like the wind.

The other one's sword is as soft as water, like an antelope hanging its horns, with hidden murderous intent. It is a sign of superb swordsmanship and profound sword intent.

"Clang clang clang!"

The spiritual light of the two magical and spiritual treasure-level swords flowed, and they collided and exchanged with each other from time to time. From time to time, there was a flicker of sword light and sword energy, crossing the entire field.

Even the arena paved with obsidian iron was cut into ravines by the Zongheng sword energy.

The defensive formations on the arena were fully activated, struggling to resist the stray bullet-like sword energy, causing ripples to form.

As great geniuses in the Heavenly Realm, both of them have now awakened the fifth level of bloodline. They have the [Tao Body] that ordinary geniuses can only get in the Purple Mansion Realm. The power of every move has some hint of the way of heaven. .

Moreover, the swords they use are all magical and spiritual treasure-level swords, which have a very large bonus to the power of their respective swordsmanship. The power is extraordinary, and a casual sword can inspire astonishing sword intent.

"Jie Jie Jie~~~!" Qianqiu, who had endured it for a long time, finally took the opportunity to start spewing trash talk, "It's so cool, it's so cool. The little girl opposite, why don't you surrender quickly and become the master of my family?" One of the harems.”

In such a fierce battle, he didn't believe that Wu Zhixing dared to kill his weapon spirit.

As expected, although Wu Zhixing was so angry that he gritted his teeth, there was nothing he could do. Ancestor Dexin said that this battle must be won but not defeated. He had to be shameless and turn a deaf ear.

Wang Liyao's heart was as calm as water, as if she was not affected by the trash talk at all.

But "Xian Ge" was angry.

She couldn't help but curse loudly: "You disgusting and dirty old pervert, and that sanctimonious hypocrite Wu Zhixing, who deserves the same sword? I will eradicate you filthy filth on behalf of the moon!"

Obviously, Xian Ge's voice sounds like that of a little girl, but the birth of any weapon spirit takes a long time to accumulate. How can she really be a childish little girl?

As a result, while Wu Zhixing and Wang Liyao were engaged in a fierce battle, their respective weapon spirits also began to quarrel, talking trash to each other.

Such a scene really opened the eyes of the melon-eaters.

The battle between the great geniuses is very rare, but the battle between the young geniuses each possessing magical treasures may be rare in thousands of years. The master's fight was wonderful, and the scolding between the weapons and spirits was equally wonderful.

"Little girl Xiange, if you kiss me obediently, I will give you three points."

"A thousand-year-old man, you are a useless old dog like you who only knows how to talk. Even if I die, you will never stand up."

"Little girl, you are really stubborn. The fate of you and your master is to become my master's subordinate."

"Your master is such a worthless dog that even the soles of my lady's feet are dirty when she kneels down on him."

As the words of the two sword spirits became more and more outrageous, Wang Liyao and Wu Zhixing began to feel unstable. It was not because of the trash talk of the other sword spirit, but because the words spewed by their own weapon spirit were too rubbish. Too shameful~

It made them both feel ashamed.

Among them, Wang Liyao was the most surprised.

Her weapon spirit "Xian Ge" used to behave like an innocent little girl in front of her, with a sweet and cute flavor when speaking.

Who would have thought that when she and Qianqiu were talking trash to each other, not only would they have the same aura, but they even seemed to be even more gangster-like than Qianqiu, and their words would fill the screen with blocked words.

Xian Ge... what kind of swordsmanship did she experience in the past?

Wu Zhixing was also shocked.

How on earth could an old guy like Qianqiu survive until now without being wiped out?

"Shut up, everyone! Otherwise, we will all be wiped out~"

Wang Liyao and Wu Zhixing roared almost at the same time.

Obviously, these two guys talked so much trash that their master couldn't stand it anymore.

Hearing this, the two quarreling weapon spirits just came back to their senses from their hearty trash talk, and then they shut their mouths in a sensible manner.

Alas~ The little master is still too young and too thin-skinned.

After hundreds or thousands of years, they will know how important it is to have a weapon spirit who can talk trash~ After all, trash talking is also part of the overall strength~

The two swords sighed in their hearts at the same time.

Without the interference of Sword Spirit's trash talk, Wang Liyao and Wu Zhixing finally had the opportunity to fight quietly, and each showed a wonderful fight.

Upstairs and downstairs, all kinds of loud cheers could be heard.

However, after fighting for a long time, Wu Zhixing felt the pressure from Dexin's ancestors.

"Miss Li Yao is worthy of being the true successor of Tianhe. She has such an artistic conception of sword art at such a young age. It is truly remarkable." His expression straightened up and suddenly became serious, "Miss Li Yao, be careful. Next, I will do something serious." .”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly shook Wang Li Yao away with his sword. Then he swayed, and the wind blew under his feet, and he distanced himself from Wang Li Yao with lightning speed.

At the same time, his momentum also changed suddenly.

Along with a long dragon roar, a huge dragon-shaped shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

It was a huge dragon shadow, more slender than the Canglong. Its body was covered with faintly visible cyan scales, and its huge multicolored wings spread out, exuding majestic and vast dragon power.

This phantom is clearly Wu Zhixing's bloodline form - Yinglong.

As we all know, Yinglong is one of the ancient mythical beasts. It was born to belong to the sky and could control the long winds between heaven and earth. It was an extremely powerful beast.

At this moment, even if it is just a shadow of the Dharma, the huge and illusory dragon body exudes unparalleled power, noble and sacred.

Along with the appearance of the phantom, majestic profound energy burst out from Wu Zhixing's body, sweeping across the entire arena in an instant.

Wisps of rays of light bloomed from the majestic profound energy.

That was actually magical power!

Even if the glow only occupies a part of the mysterious energy, and most of the rest is still mysterious energy, the power of supernatural power is the power of supernatural power. This means that Wu Zhixing's understanding of the law has reached an extremely deep level and is about to condense his own. My own magical powers.

Although after the monk's blood power reaches the spiritual body, he can begin to understand the laws more deeply and try to understand the magical powers. However, the understanding of magical powers itself is a very difficult process and requires a lot of time. Under normal circumstances, only after reaching the Purple Mansion realm can a monk's understanding of the law reach a deep enough level to possess his own magical powers.

But as a great genius, with the help of the Taoist body, there is a certain probability that he can realize his own magical powers in the realm of gods and humans, but it is still quite difficult.

No one expected that Wu Zhixing, who had rarely made any public moves, would have quietly stepped into the threshold of minor magical powers and mastered the power of magical powers.

"This is the little magical power I have discovered - 'Tiangang'. Although it is still in its infancy, it is also the result of my painstaking understanding. Miss Li Yao, take it~"

When he said this, cold sweat broke out on Wu Zhixing's forehead. It was obvious that controlling the power of supernatural powers was quite difficult for him now.

However, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, obviously very confident in his little magical power called "Tiangang".

As he finished speaking, the spiritual sword "Qianqiu" in his hand swung in the air.

The green glow suddenly surged out.

In an instant, a strong wind blew up on the arena, a huge tornado swept across the entire arena, and the arena made of obsidian iron suddenly trembled.

And Wang Liyao's floating delicate body was like a small boat in the strong wind, as if it could be torn apart at any time.

In an instant, the expressions of all the spectators became solemn.

In the private seats, several of the powerful figures in the magical power realm who had been talking before closed their mouths. In the scattered seats below, many guests stood up nervously.

Many people who support Li Yao have their hearts clenched unconsciously.

This is magical power, can Miss Li Yao resist it?

What they didn't notice was that Wang Liyao's momentum also changed amidst this crazy tornado.

She was seen standing proudly in the sky in the strong wind, her eyes turned into a pool of ice water, and she said softly: "The little prince's Dharma and magical powers are very powerful. Then, let's ask the little prince to taste the little magical powers that Li Yao has learned. ~”

As she spoke, she opened her red lips and slowly read out a name.

"The first form of the 'Suspended Water Magical Power', [Yin turns to light rain]."

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