Chapter 821 Gift of a Stick

"Basic stick skills, swinging the stick."

Ci Song whispered to himself, his body still, holding the stick tightly with both hands. He tapped his right foot lightly on the ground, and instantly used the toe as the axis, just like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, suddenly spinning in a circle, and the air flow brought up made all the dust around him Dance to it.

The long stick in his hand turned into a golden arc of light, roaring and sweeping towards Yan Wen. It was so majestic that it seemed to be able to split mountains and seas. "clang!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing was crisp and loud. Yan Wen's face was solemn, and he also responded with basic stick skills. The cloud-patterned glazed gold pole and stick in his hand bloomed with a faint golden light, and he accurately blocked Ci Song's blow.

The shadows of the two sticks intertwined, sparks flew everywhere, and the air was filled with strong fighting spirit. "Basic stick skills, poke stick." Ci Song stretched out his figure, and the tip of the stick turned into a dazzling golden light, directly piercing Yan Wen's chest vitals.

"Dang" Yan Wen reacted quickly. The cloud-patterned glazed gold pole and stick stretched across his chest, like a copper wall and an iron wall. He easily blocked Ci Song's stick and once again neutralized Ci Song's attack.

The hardness of the semi-holy treasure itself is far from comparable to the stick that Ci Song condensed with his talent. "Basic stick skills, splitting sticks."

Ci Song Ci Song's figure suddenly jumped up into the air, holding the long stick in his hand high above his head, slashing down with the stick, the air was torn apart by the stick, "Dang" Yan Wen also jumped up, holding a cloud-patterned glazed gold pole in his hand The stick faced Ci Song and blocked the long stick that he had chopped down.

In just a short period of time, the two fought several times, but they all used the most basic stick techniques.

But every collision caused the air waves on the martial arts stage to continue to roll and spread to the surroundings. If it weren't for the existence of defensive talent formations around the martial arts stage, I'm afraid these air waves would have broken out of the scope of the martial arts stage.

The two figures collided again and then separated. Yan Wen looked at Ci Song across from him and said softly: "Your stick technique does have the shadow of the third senior brother."

Yan Wen did not continue to attack Ci Song. Instead, he stretched out his left hand and touched the cloud-patterned glazed gold rod in his hand, his eyes full of reminiscence. "Back then, the teacher gave this cloud pattern glazed gold stick to the third senior brother. He once said that this stick was originally a sub-sage treasure, but it was only after the sub-sage energy dissipated in it that it became a sub-sage treasure."

"The biggest feature of this stick is that it can be as long or as short as you like. The teacher said that I hope Third Brother can be more flexible like this weapon."

"It's a pity..."

Yan Wen's tone was full of sighs.

After saying that, Yan Wen's talent surged, and nine cyan clouds rolled behind him. Then, under Yan Wen's control, the cyan clouds poured into the cloud-patterned glazed gold pole and stick. Suddenly, the talent on the cloud-patterned glazed gold pole and stick flourished. , the cloud patterns on the stick are flowing, as if it has come to life.

"Buzz" a sound came out, and the body of the cloud-patterned glazed gold stick instantly became longer. Yan Wen held the stick in both hands and struck Ci Song with one stick.

The long stick drew a long arc in mid-air, and with Yan Wen's swing, it hit Ci Song with great force, and the air was squeezed by the long stick, making an explosion.

Seeing this, Ci Song clenched his long stick with both hands and rushed towards the cloud-patterned glazed gold stick thrown at Yan Wen.

"Boom" There was a loud noise, and the two sticks collided. The huge impact was like a landslide and a tsunami, shattering the stone slabs on the martial arts stage. In the flying dust, I saw Ci Song's figure like a fallen leaf in the wind, being pushed by this force. As he continued to retreat, his feet plowed two deep ravines on the hard ground, with gravel flying, and the scene was shocking.

"Crack" a crisp cracking sound sounded. The long stick in Ci Song's hand was finally overwhelmed by the strong pressure of the cloud-patterned glazed gold pole. Fine cracks began to appear on the surface, and then spread rapidly like a spider web, and finally in a series of Amidst the crackling sound, it turned into little bits of light and dissipated in the air.

"Buzz" Yan Wen's right hand increased strength again, and the cloud-patterned glazed gold rod seemed to respond to his will, expanding again and turning into a winding blue dragon, hovering above the martial arts stage, completely blocking Ci Song's path. He roared low, and the shadow of his stick was like a dragon, sweeping towards Ci Song with the force of destroying the heaven and the earth.

This stick embodies all of Yan Wen's talent and will, and its power is beyond description in words.

However, at this critical moment, Ci Song made a shocking choice.

Ci Song's figure did not move at all. He stretched out his right hand, with his fingers slightly spread, and grabbed the seemingly indestructible cloud-patterned glazed gold pole.

This stick is stronger than any previous blow. "Dang" Just when the cloud-patterned glazed gold pole was about to touch Ci Song, Ci Song stretched out his right hand and moved with just one hand.

Holding the cloud-patterned glazed gold rod, no matter how hard Yan Wen tried, he could not move the cloud-patterned glazed gold rod forward any further. "Although my stick skills are good, they are still inferior to those of Third Senior Brother."

Yan Wen was not too surprised when he saw this. He had already realized that Ci Song didn't have much murderous intention towards him. Ci Song's current strength had actually surpassed him.

But as he said, we must have an understanding of what is happening today.

Yan Wen dispersed his talent, and the cloud-patterned glazed golden pole and stick returned to its original shape and fell back into his hand. He pulled out a stick flower again, and then threw it directly towards Ci Song.

"Take the baton."

Yan Wen's voice came out, and Ci Song looked at the flying cloud-patterned glazed gold rod and reached out to hold it in his hand. "This stick always has to be passed down."

"This stick always has to be passed down."

Ci Song didn't respond too much and just bowed to Yan Wen.

Shi Yue and others in the audience were puzzled and puzzled when they saw this, because they could not understand the conversation between Ci Song and Yan Wen on the stage, nor did they understand why the two who had been enemies on the stage suddenly got along so harmoniously.

Especially Yan Wen. When Ci Song just entered Yansheng Academy, Yan Wen had disregarded his elder status and attacked Ci Song, who had just entered the ink. But now, Yan Wen actually handed a semi-saint treasure to Ci Song, which was really incomprehensible.

"Old Yue, when did the young master have such a good relationship with Yan Wen?" Feng Guang asked curiously.

Shi Yue also frowned slightly, obviously puzzled, and then looked at Shang Han on the side and asked: "Shang Han, what did the young master talk about with Yan Wen in the study just now?"

"How should I know? I just want to ensure the safety of the young master, not to monitor the young master." Shang Han replied.

"What good intentions can Yan Wen have? We still have to be careful." Lu Yong also reminded.

While the people in the audience were communicating with each other, Yan Wen walked to the four worn-out boxes again. He placed his hand on the smallest box, opened it, and took out a long sword from it.

. . . . . .