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So in this way, Wang Feng fell into a dilemma - if he didn't pursue Huang Chang, he could only let the other party shoot bursting talisman arrows outside his attack range, and under the guidance of his divine sense, it would easily explode around him. Although Wang Feng has a three-element shield magic weapon www.biquge.info protection, this kind of explosion will not hurt him at all, but after all, it will cause damage to the material of the magic weapon, and at the same time, his own mana will also be consumed quickly.

But if he had a shield, he couldn't catch up with the other party. What if you want to simply put away the shield and completely compete with Huang Chang for speed? Wang Feng didn't dare—God knows what strange means the other party would come out of, without the protection of the three-element shield of the medium-grade magic weapon, Wang Feng thought to himself that he might not be able to fight better than Jin Rong just now.

——If you don't fight back just by being beaten, even the local tyrants can't bear it after all! After persevering for a while, Wang Feng finally raised his hand helplessly:

"That's it, let's stop here, junior brother, I just admit defeat. Senior Brother Huang, you don't care about consuming so many rune arrows, but junior brother, I don't want to lose my beloved magic weapon in vain. ”

Huang Chang laughed, put away his bow and arrows and paused. Under the action of the small breeze charm, it fell to the ground like a light kite. So far, both battles have been won, and the brothers are all in admiration.

However, the voice soon stopped, because Murong Ying walked over coldly—this guy seemed to be getting more and more cold since he cultivated the Natal Flying Sword. Although he usually doesn't deliberately put up a stand in front of his senior brothers, but he doesn't care about everything, his concentration on cultivation, and his strength far beyond his peers, all of which make him naturally have a special arrogance, and there are few people in the same sect who can maintain a peaceful attitude and talk to him.

Although Huang Chang is his best friend, Murong Ying is never polite when talking to Huang Chang, and he says anything he thinks directly:

"How about it? Can you still hold on? Why don't we fight again tomorrow?"

It was still that kind of hard tone, but the concern contained in it was not false - Murong Ying didn't understand the world, but he put all his energy into cultivation, and he didn't want to waste his energy on dealing with people at all. Especially in front of the brothers who know the roots, they are even more lazy to pretend and only treat others with their hearts.

Therefore, Huang Chang didn't have to be hypocritical in front of him, he breathed a little in the veins in his body, and felt that it was okay, although his physical strength and mana were somewhat depleted, it was not exhausting, and it would not hurt if he dealt with ordinary people and fought again. But in the face of Murong Ying, he didn't dare to be so big, he must meet the battle in the best perfect state, and it was too late at this time, and it was not good to let the senior brother in charge of the martial arts competition field wait all the time, so Huang Chang nodded:

"Okay, then let me breathe for one night, and try again tomorrow. ”

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Huang Chang didn't go back to his own peak that night, but casually spent the night in the courtyard of a senior brother on the main peak, anyway, he had a good relationship with most of his senior brothers, and he didn't have to worry about finding a place to stay. Moreover, Qi refining cultivators can refresh their spirits by sitting outside in the curtain, and they don't need to find a bed to sleep on.

Early the next morning, when Huang Chang came to the martial arts arena, he saw that a large group of people had gathered here, no less than yesterday, basically their blue-clothed disciples, except for those who were in retreat and performing sect tasks outside, as long as they were on the mountain, they all came to watch this battle - Murong Ying was recognized as the strongest person in their session, and Huang Chang, the senior brother, was even above Murong Rong when he was "undefeated in the martial arts arena". Although he can't be called the first now, except for Murong Ying, there is really no junior brother in front of him who dares to say that he is sure of victory, including several other sword cultivator brothers who have the natal magic sword.

As the two best of Xi Kunlun's generation of disciples, the competition between them naturally attracted a large number of audiences, in addition to the blue-clothed classmates, the Tsing Yi junior disciples, and even the gray-clothed servants also came a lot, crowding the periphery of the martial arts arena.

When Huang Chang came to the martial arts arena, Murong Ying was already waiting there. He was simply a blue sermon robe, and the "Leek Leaf Green Frost" sword was packed in a wooden sword box and carried on his back, but what Murong Ying was holding at this time was only a wooden sword for practice.

But Huang Chang was dressed in military uniform, and his equipment was even more complete than when he fought against Wang Feng yesterday: he was wearing a set of rhino skin armor, with a long and short blade hanging from his waist, a bow and arrows behind his back, and a stick in his hand - but not a wooden stick for practice, but a pure metal stick with refined iron and hardened steel!

"Ha, Senior Brother Huang, are you going down the mountain to kill demons?"

Someone in the crowd immediately burst out laughing, it was just a fight, and it seemed a bit of a fuss to make such a solemn thing - Huang Chang's outfit was to take over the task of the sect, and it was only so equipped to go down the mountain to eliminate demons.

But most people didn't laugh, they knew that most of Murong Ying's skills were on his natal flying sword, and it was impossible to say that the other party was not allowed to use the flying sword when competing with him. And once Murong Ying sacrificed the psychic sword that was close to the quality of the magic weapon, Huang Chang didn't want to use some metal weapons, even if the whole body magic weapon was used together, it was also a matter of course.

Sure enough, when the two stood face to face in the martial arts arena and were about to fight, it was Murong Ying who frowned:

"You're still using these to fight me, don't you release the magic weapon? If you lose later, don't say that I rely on the power of the weapon. ”

Huang Chang smiled slightly:

"As long as you can use it, isn't the power of the instrument also part of your own ability?"

Murong Ying pursed his lips and didn't say anything more, his fingers lightly brushed over the body of the wooden sword in his palm, and as his lips moved slightly, a set of spells burst out of the void and silently adhered to the wooden sword. The originally dark iron quinoa sword immediately shone with wisps of golden yellow light.

——"Ruijin Breaking Array Spell", the most commonly used enhanced weapon spell by the Golden Practitioner, was cast in the hands of Murong Ying, who was born with an extremely strong golden spiritual root, and this originally ordinary wooden sword for practice suddenly became extremely sharp, which was comparable to the divine weapons carefully crafted by those famous craftsmen in the mortal world—this is the power of the spell.

At the same time, Huang Chang was also attaching a spell to his weapon, and instead of using the "Divine Flame Flame" that he was good at, he took out an earthy yellow talisman and cast an earthy strengthening spell on the quenched steel rod in his hand.

Huang Chang himself is not very good at the Earth Movement Spell, which he asked a senior brother who practiced the Earth Practice Method on the sidelines to make it improvly. The surface of the stick suddenly became dull when attached to the weapon, as if it were covered with a stone shell.

Immediately, the two of them blessed themselves with spells, and this time their choices were similar, both of which were the ones that increased their agility and agility in the Fengxing spells. After making these pre-battle preparations, Murong Ying pointed the wooden sword in his hand at Huang Chang diagonally:

"To get started?"

Huang Chang laughed, and also pointed his stick at the other party:

"Let's go!"