Chapter 429 Ice and Fire

Yu Xuanji and Yan Weixian sat at the head of the martial arts viewing platform at the same time. From their positions, they could overlook the entire martial arts performance platform and the disciples below.

Yan Weixian cupped his hands and said, "Let's not go through those formalities, let's get started now!"

As he spoke, he glanced at his disciples, pointed at a gray-haired old man and said, "Yan Ming, just take the lead!"

"I will obey my master's orders!"

The white-haired old man came out in response. He first bowed to Yan Weixian and then jumped onto the martial arts stage.

Since Yan Weixian had sent the lead in the middle stage of foundation building, Yu Xuanji had no choice but to send Xiang Tianying or Tang Jun. He pondered for a moment, then turned around and ordered: "Qiao An, you can also lead the charge for me. !”

"Yes! Master."

Qiao An did not hesitate, and stood on the martial arts stage in a flash.

The white-haired old man Yan Ming is the third disciple of Yan Weixian. In terms of age, he is the eldest among the nine foundation-building disciples. He is now more than two hundred years old. It's just that his qualifications are average, and he doesn't have much opportunity. After two hundred years of wasted time, he is still only in the middle stage of foundation building.

Originally, it was not his turn to take part in this fight. Yan Weixian arranged for Lu Litao, Yuntong and three disciples who were in the later stages of foundation building. However, during a dispute yesterday, Lu Litao was injured by Liang Yan's punch. Although his foundation was not damaged, he was unable to participate in today's battle.

As for Yuntong, the spiritual weapon she had worked hard to cultivate for more than 20 years was cut off by Liang Yan's sword. How could she fight today?

There is also Zhou Yun. This woman's magical abilities are quite good, but she only wants to marry her. How can she put all her efforts into fighting?

Yan Weixian understood what happened yesterday, and also knew that his apprentice was the one who started the trouble, so he had no place to blame Liang Yan, so he had no explanation. It was only after excluding Lu Litao, Yuntong, and Zhou Yun that Yan Ming, who ranked fourth in the middle stage of foundation building, was selected.

This Taoist Yan Ming has lived for more than two hundred years and has matured into a mature man. Looking at his opponent in the ring at this moment, he just smiled and looked friendly, without the sharpness of Yuan Taiji.

"Fellow Taoist Qiao, we are just competing in the arena. Let's stop talking. We must not hurt the harmony between our two factions." The old Taoist laughed.

Qiao An was less than a hundred years old this year. Seeing the old man's friendly face, he couldn't help but feel a little favorable. He nodded and said: "Brother Yan, please!"

Taoist Yan Ming laughed again and said, "Brother Qiao, be careful!"

Although he said he was careful, before the word "small" came out of his mouth, he had already made a magic spell with his hands, and a billowing fire dragon rushed out.

Qiao An originally saw his kind-hearted look and was waiting to say a few more polite words, but when he saw that the little old man had already moved his hands before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "What a treacherous old man!"

Like Liang Yan, he had become a monk halfway and joined Yu Xuanji's disciples, and he was not a person without experience in martial arts. Although he was a little panicked at this moment, he still stabilized his position first, pinched the magic formula with both hands, and immediately a black ice blue bird flew out.

Taoist Yan Ming cultivated fire-type magical powers. He thought that his Taoism was not very advanced, so he used all his strength as soon as he got started. He mobilized the eight fire dragons with great momentum, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity at the beginning to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop. .

Qiao An practices ice Taoism. Although fire can melt ice, ice can also extinguish fire. There is no distinction between the two Taoist methods. It is the practitioner himself who can decide the outcome.

Although Taoist Yan Ming had the upper hand, Qiao An, who majored in Hanbing Taoism, was as calm and calm as an ancient well. There was no trace of panic at this moment.

He controlled a black ice blue bird to extinguish all the flames around him. He didn't think about how to fight back and just defended his position.

Taoist Yan Ming controlled the eight fire dragons to attack fiercely for a while, and then gradually realized that something was wrong. The young monk opposite him was too calm, and no matter how he attacked, he could never break through his ice bird defense.

Just when he was doubtful, he suddenly heard a loud bird call from the place opposite that was wrapped in flames. Then he saw a black ice blue bird flying into the sky, and unexpectedly sprinkled large ice crystals, covering up all eight of his fire dragons. Freeze.

Then the bird flapped its wings, and countless ice crystal fragments rushed towards it.

Yan Ming frowned, his hands were as fast as lightning, and he sprayed out large balls of fire one after another, meeting the ice crystal fragments.

Countless ice crystal flames collided in mid-air, erupting into a gorgeous spectacle. One of these two people cultivates fire magical powers, and the other cultivates ice arts. The two of them go back and forth, and the fight in mid-air is really beautiful. Many of the disciples watching the battle showed satisfied expressions, and some with slightly higher cultivation levels pointed at the two men's fighting skills and commented on each of them.

The two fought for more than a hundred moves in the ring. Taoist Yan Ming suddenly missed a move. Qiao An took a chance and used ice crystals to break through his flame defense and knocked him off the ring in one fell swoop.

Taoist Yan Ming's old face was red. He was not seriously injured. He just felt defeated by a monk whose cultivation was hundreds of years behind him. There was no place for his old face, so he could only bow his hands angrily and retreat.

At this time, a soft voice sounded: "Fellow Daoist Qiao really has magical powers. This little girl is not talented, so I am willing to ask for advice on two tricks."

A woman with fair skin and dignified manners jumped onto the martial arts stage. This woman was dressed in palace attire, a red dress and a plain skirt. She carried a guqin on her back. She had a rather calm and gentle temperament.

Qiao An didn't say much. He learned the lesson this time and immediately launched an ice bird collision, hitting the Xuanqing big bird towards the face of the palace-dressed woman.

He thought to himself that he had just gone through a battle and consumed a lot of spiritual energy in his body. Now he was facing another opponent in the late stage of foundation building. It was simply impossible to win. She could only try her best to consume more of her spiritual power for the senior brother who would come next.

The woman in palace clothes smiled slightly, reached out and took off the guqin from behind, and said in a leisurely manner: "Brother Qiao must be exhausted after a big battle. Please listen to me playing the guqin for Brother Qiao."

As soon as she finished speaking, the music of the piano began to play. The tune was calm and to the point, but it was "Xiaoxiang Water Clouds". This piece of music depicts green mountains, green waters, and curling white clouds. It has a wonderful essence of Taoism and nature.

But when the sound of the piano sounded, the blue bird that Qiao An had condensed with his spiritual power suddenly shattered and dissipated, and turned into countless pieces of ice, falling from the mid-air.

Not only Qiao An, but also Liang Yan off the court was a little surprised. After all, this was the second time he had seen the magical power of Qindao.

The ice bird shattered, but the sound of the piano did not stop. There was a sound of wind in the air, and some invisible things flew through the air. Qiao An's pupils shrank, and he was about to perform some magic when he suddenly heard Yu Xuanji sighing softly:

"Come back!"

Qiao An only felt a gentle force supporting him to fly backwards. He had just left for a moment when he heard a "knock-knock-keep" sound. At this time, when he looked back, he saw that the place where he was standing was already riddled with holes, as if someone had stabbed hundreds of holes with a sword!

"It's sword energy!"

Liang Yan's eyes narrowed, and he was too surprised. How could he not recognize the invisible energy that hit Qiao An just now? It was definitely not a sonic attack from Qindao, but the real sword energy.

It's just that these sword energies are too weak! Liang Yan thought to himself that if it was the Black Lotus Sword Qi that he had emitted, he was afraid that Qiao An would be dead and disfigured by now.

"Qin Xin Jian Guan!"

At this moment, Yu Xuanji suddenly said calmly: "I have long heard that in the past hundred years, a magnificent female swordsman named Lin Shanjun has appeared in the Qianyuan Holy Palace. Is she your master?"

The woman in palace clothes smiled faintly, raised her hand and put away the guqin, saluted Yu Xuanji from a distance: "Junior Ye Qing, Lin Shanjun is my master!"

"Lin Shanjun?"

Liang Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought that there seemed to be an invitation related to this person lying in his storage bag.