Chapter 7178 This Is Life

When Xie Lingyang focused on Wu Zi, he was silent for a moment.

Ye Qian teased with evil humor: "What's the matter, my Tianfang Sect master, this is an important figure in the Huangji Sect who destroyed your sect!"

"Huh! Of course I guessed it. When I was in power, Huangjimen was only a third-rate sect, struggling in a corner of Nanzhou, and there were not even a few practitioners who could see the Dao Realm. !" Although Xie Lingyang's words were full of sarcasm, his tone was flat, "Forget it, these things about the rise and fall of dynasties are all natural, and we can't force them. But pay attention to his right fingers, now He is driving a technique of deduction..."

"Da Yan's technique?"

"Oh? You guys still know this?" Xie Lingyang glanced a little high, "Da Yan's technique is not particularly advanced in the deduction method, and the deduced results are not necessarily accurate, but it also avoids bigger problems. Heaven's secrets are backlashing back, so it is quite popular among cultivators of the Taoist Realm."

"But this bull-nosed old man of Huangjimen seems to have only learned a little bit. If he can find an elder who taught him the art of transmigration, and help the old man calculate the position of the virgin boy who is suitable for Gengu, the old man can win it as soon as possible. She succeeded!"

Ye Qian rolled his eyes, what is the location of Huangjimen in Nanzhou now, maybe he will fight with these guys later, how can he easily ask the other party's elders to come forward.

Besides, Wu Zizi's status is noble, his elders are either the sect master of Huangjimen, or even more advanced seniors, at least they are also cultivators of Daoist Realm, can he please move?

Next, Xie Lingyang explained some superficial deduction methods to Ye Qian, and Ye Qian just listened to it as the background sound, and figured out the Ten Sun Purple Flame Curse by himself.

The time for three or four sticks of incense has passed, and some practitioners are a little impatient.

Because there is only the last area left and there is no result of the competition.

In the last area, both of them are cultivators of the human race. One is a cultivator in the middle eighth level of the Taoist Realm who is good at using earth magic, and the other is a cultivator in the eighth level of the Taoist Realm who is good at using an emerald flute.

Although the former is superior in realm, he is also much older, and has stronger spiritual power, but he has no magic weapon at hand, and his opponent, although his cultivation level is not as good as his, but the emerald flute has The sound waves released are more than sufficient in terms of defense.

The two of them came and went, and their spiritual power was almost exhausted, and they were only short of using blood essence to fight for their lives.

Ji Wuzi glanced at Zhou Yu, who had an indifferent expression on his face.

With a wave of his long sleeve, the pagoda in his hand immediately flew into the air.

"Hunyuan Golden Pagoda, listen to my order, and ask the general of the realm, let me out!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Wuzi tapped his eyebrows, and a large amount of spiritual power suddenly poured into the Hunyuan Golden Pagoda.

After the entire golden pagoda rotated nine times, Huaguang won a big victory.

Wu Wuzi waved his palm and pushed it, and eight golden light clusters flew out from the bottom door. The light clusters grew in the wind, and by the time they landed, they had grown into the appearance of eight tall and powerful generals.

These god generals looked mighty and extraordinary, aiming at the cultivator who was urging his spiritual power to cast earth magic, he just raised his hand and kicked it.

These gods will have one foot and one foot, no less than the attack of a cultivator at the ninth level of the Peeping Dao Realm. Even in the heyday of the cultivator, I am afraid it will be difficult to hold back. Immediately there was a scream, and the defensive spell was not released, and he was shot Foot trampled to death.

Seeing that his opponent was killed in an instant, the younger cultivator made a decision immediately. He threw the emerald flute into the air, and then suddenly made a tactic.

"boom!"

This emerald flute is not ordinary, the impact of the explosion actually destroyed half of the body of a general.

The young cultivator also has an extraordinary escaping method, and when he leaps vertically, the smoke and clouds surround his feet, and he is already more than ten miles away.

Seeing that he was about to escape, a black shadow suddenly enveloped his head, and he was caught off guard by an eagle's beak that bit his neck.

It turned out that Zhou Yu showed his real body. These five snow eagles are the bloodlines left by the ancient nine-headed golden eagle and a different species of snow eagle. He was plotted against by the enemy, and failed repeatedly, so his cultivation stagnated at the peak of the ninth level of Dao Peeping Realm.

But his strength is still extraordinary, and the display of his real body immediately frightened most of the practitioners present, and most of them felt awe in their hearts.

Zhou Yu bit the fleeing cultivator to death with one bite, threw his body in two parts on a cliff, then shook his head, turned into a human body again, and stood side by side with Wuzi.

This week, he had a pine hairpin on his head, he was wearing a Taoist robe of ink and wash, and he was fanning a letterless paper fan in his hand. No one could associate his demeanor with the five-headed snow eagle who had just killed someone.

Ji Zi glanced at Zhou Yu, and then took back the Hunyuan Golden Pagoda.

He coughed, and then announced loudly: "Everyone, let me tell you a very unfortunate news. Senior Zhou Yu and I have run out of patience. Therefore, the two Taoists in the area where the winner has not yet been decided. Friend, I'm sorry!"

"A total of forty practitioners participated in the fight just now. Except for the two who violated the rules, nineteen people survived successfully. Including me and Senior Zhou Yu, there are a total of twenty-one people. Twenty-one is an odd number, so in the next round of pair fighting, someone should have a bye!"

"I've just made twenty-one lottery tickets. There are numbers on the lottery. Those who draw the same number must fight in front of everyone. If there are people who run away or deliberately delay the time, it's not just me and Zhou." Senior Yu has made a move, everyone can gather together and punish him!"

Ji Wuzi spoke clearly, and as soon as he finished speaking, the complexion of the quick-witted person below changed.

Hearing the tone of these words, both he and Zhou Yu were about to end up fighting.

But among the cultivators present, no one can surpass them in terms of realm alone, let alone the supernatural means of these two people.

If these two people are drawn, it's still a certainty!

There was a smile on the corner of Wu Zizi's mouth. He seemed to have foreseen that everyone would think this way, so he continued: "I think everyone is very worried. If Senior Zhou Yu and I participate in the fight together, the two of you will end the battle early."

"So like this, Senior Zhou Yu and I discussed it and decided to fight alone. The twenty-one lottery will be changed to nineteen. Whoever draws the last special lottery can draw from between the two of us. Pick one to be your opponent."

what? Doesn't this deliberately take the bye spots into the hands of the two of them?

Seeing the practitioners below quarreling, Ji Wuzi and Zhou Yu took a look, the latter coughed and finally made a sound.

"That's fine. If you don't accept it, I, Zhou Yu, will kill one of you. This number is enough!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was no sound at all.

This is not a joke. To Zhou Yu, killing people is like eating and drinking.

What's more, this is in the trial space, even if you are killed, would your relatives in the sect dare to use this excuse to seek revenge?

The sword has no eyes, if you dare to enter here to participate in the battle for the token of the battle of the dragon, don't form a personal enmity!

What's more, Zhou Yu is a big brother who has stepped half a foot into the realm of asking, and is enough to start a sect by himself. Do you dare to seek revenge?

Wu Wuzi was acting as a red face at this time, he said with a chuckle: "Since that's the case, everyone agrees with my grouping method, without further ado, let's start!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his robe sleeves, and a large bundle of bamboo sticks was wrapped in golden light, floating into the air, and then nineteen silk threads hung down.

"Everyone, please pull the silk thread. A word of advice, don't try to use your means to spy on the bamboo sticks, otherwise you will be killed by senior Zhou Yu directly!"

After speaking, a terrifying coercion enveloped the lottery venue.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, at this moment, one of the nineteen silk threads almost determined a dead end.

The probability of one nineteenth, neither too much nor too little, if it is spread on your head, it is more, if you are not drawn, it is less.

"Damn it, a dead man will be turned upside down, and he will not die for thousands of years, I will smoke it!"

A big black-faced man moved his neck, took a step forward, stretched out two fingers, stretched out his hand, and pulled a silk thread into his hand.

The black-faced man stretched out his hand to grab it, and his bamboo stick immediately fell into his hand.

Seeing his own number, the big black man gasped and said, "Hahaha, number 7, who the hell is number 7!"

It is of course fortunate to be able to draw a number, at least the fate is still in his own hands, and it is also in the next battle.

After the black-faced man got the result he was satisfied with, he yelled: "Don't draw fast, the slower you draw, the greater the chance of bad luck later!"

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the people took action one after another.

"Number 4, I am number four!"

"Where is number nine? Come and die!"

"Number 1, you startled me!"

Ye Qian moved slowly, and his thoughts were still immersed in the ten-day purple flame curse. When he came back to his senses, those fast-moving practitioners had already obtained the bamboo sticks.

Only he and another white-faced scholar were left on the field.

What made Ye Qian even more angry was that the people who drew lots earlier were as lucky as the black-faced man said, and no one got the most special bamboo stick.

That is to say, among the remaining bamboo sticks, there is a special bamboo stick, a "death stick" that will fight Wu Zi or Zhou Yu to the death!

Ye Qian took a look at the white-faced scholar, who was carrying a huge judge's pen, with delicate features.

I don't know why, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt.

The white-faced scholar was a little terrified by Ye Qian's stare, he gave Ye Qian a hard look, and then snapped his fingers to shoot a colorful glow, and took off one of the bamboo sticks.

Ye Qian sighed, this is too bad, judging by the expression of the white-faced scholar, it seems that he did not draw a dead lottery.

Hey, this is life.