I am farming in the fairyland

Chapter 229 Battle in the Valley of Forgetfulness

The corner of Gangqing's mouth twitched, the competition was about to start, Liu Yixiang was still eating spiritual food here, making him not sure whether to cry or laugh.

"cough--"

He coughed heavily, Liu Yixiang hurriedly followed the pace of his fellow disciples, walked to the other side of the ring and stood still.

There is no need for her to worry about it, as there are colleagues who have arranged everything for them.

The first ones to compete were the monks who had never fought against the Shinto sect before.

Their spiritual energy has always been in a state of full strength, so they can play first. In this way, they can also give the monks who participated in the competition before some time to recover their spiritual energy.

The monks who arranged the order of the competition won all the competitions with the monks of the Shinto sect, showing their own strength, otherwise the monks of the misty sect might not necessarily listen to their arrangements.

There were no accidents in the later stage of foundation establishment, and it was naturally arranged by Dai Qianyu.

In the other two arenas, one is arranged by female cultivators, and the other is arranged by male cultivators.

Liu Yixiang didn't know those people, she thought she didn't have much leadership ability, so she didn't show the limelight, she was happy to listen to the arrangements of the other monks in the mid-stage stage of foundation establishment.

Of course, if she was slick enough, she would definitely arrange these things without saying a word, but it's a pity that she really didn't have such a talent.

She has not forgotten the opportunity that the head said, whether it is a chance or something else, if her abilities in other aspects are stronger, the sect will definitely not ignore her, maybe because of these, there may be more cultivation resources Lean a little towards her.

The battle madman Xie Feixuan didn't join in the fun either, he fixed his eyes on Wen He at a glance, and calculated in his heart how sure he was that he would meet her in the ring.

Wen He happened to be in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and Xie Feixuan was originally in the early stage of foundation establishment. On the way to the competition, he realized his own way - to become stronger in battle.

As a result, his cultivation has been promoted, and he is now in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

He had put the little frog in the head's place a long time ago, and the little frog's cultivation was not very solid, so he had no idea of ​​bringing it along for the competition, so the head took care of it for him.

Not long after, the battle began.

Kara Qing nodded in satisfaction, he didn't deliberately tell the monks of Misty Sect what to do, the purpose was to see their ability to adapt to changes.

He hadn't thought about it, but he discovered a few Misty Sect disciples with good leadership skills.

Gangqing glanced helplessly at the frog behind him, and the big yellow dog who had been scolded by him a few times, and he just said, there really is no end to it.

If he had known that Liu Yixiang should not have agreed to bring rhubarb in the first place, otherwise he would not have thought about agreeing to Liu Yixiang, and it would not be good to refuse Xie Feixuan, so he reluctantly agreed.

It was really his own trouble.

The little frog would "croak" from time to time, and he had to prevent Liu Yixiang's dog from fighting with it.

Rhubarb's combat power is slightly stronger than that of the little frog, and it is not a problem to beat it at all. Xie Feixuan's little frog has already been beaten by the big yellow until one of its eyes is blue.

As soon as the two came on stage, I don't know how they got together. Before they exchanged a few words, they saw them start to fight.

Gangqing just wanted to end the battle with Wangqinggu as soon as possible, and let Liu Yixiang and Xie Feixuan take care of his frog and dog.

I've never seen it so annoying.

Shan Qingyou sighed, and used spiritual energy to separate the distance between the two. They almost couldn't see it just now, and they almost fought again.

so annoying!
……

With a provocative face, the little frog squinted at Rhubarb:

In the future, I will have to take revenge on that stunner!
Can Rhubarb be cowardly? I'm not afraid at all.

He said viciously: When I am afraid that you will fail, even if I give you one claw, you can't beat me.

As he talked, Da Huang had eyes that were not eyes, and a nose that was not a nose, and looked up and down at the little frog.

A cold snort came out of his nose, if you want to hit me, it's up to you?Let's go back and practice for hundreds of years.

These words obviously angered the little frog, and the two fought like this.

……

At this time it was not Liu Yixiang's turn to compete, she was not blind, she saw the movements of the big yellow and the little frog naturally.

She just thought it was funny, not long ago, Rhubarb and Little Frog were so good, and the friendship between master and apprentice was still there, but now they started fighting at the slightest disagreement, which made her not know what to say about Rhubarb.

Liu Yixiang wasn't worried that Rhubarb would suffer at all, just like Big Dog, it's pretty good that Little Frog can have everything!
Instead, she looked at Xie Feixuan teasingly, the provocation in her eyes was obvious.

The girl's eyes seem to be able to speak.

Look, not only you can't beat me, junior brother, even your little frog can't beat my rhubarb.

Xie Feixuan: "..."

It's okay if he can't beat Liu Yixiang, and the little frog can't beat Rhubarb, it seems that he really loses face.

He secretly made up his mind, he decided to cultivate the little frogs well, no matter how bad he was, he would be able to draw with Rhubarb.

……

Because of the exercises practiced in Wangqing Valley, every monk has no expression fluctuations on his face, and his face is blank, as if he has facial paralysis.

Compared with the Shinto sect, Liu Yixiang only felt that such an unwavering face was many times better than the sinister Shinto sect monk.

And she didn't have that bad smell on her body, which made her feel comfortable in all her internal organs.

As soon as the competition started, both sides sent monks to the ring.

This time the competition seemed to be much more formal.

There is a female cultivator on the other side of Wangqing Valley, and the first one of Misty Sect to compete is a male cultivator.

The two arched their hands and called each other names.

"Forgetful Gu Yunfang, I also ask fellow Taoists for advice."

"The Misty Sect, Tan Yu, I hope fellow Taoists can give me some pointers."

Liu Yixiang nodded secretly, that's right!
She said that something was not right before, look at the appearance of the Shendao Sect competition, and immediately started to do it, there is no such thing as a competition.

The two were quick enough to end the fight.

The monk from the Misty Sect narrowly won and was still standing on the ring, while the female cultivator from Wangqing Valley was pushed off the ring by him.

"Fellow Daoist, I accept it."

"Misty Zong wins, get one point."

Facing the polite Wangqinggu, Tan Yu was naturally very polite, and he didn't forget to hand over after winning the competition.

"call--"

He let out a sigh of relief, running the exercises, absorbing the nearby spiritual energy to recover.

Based on the mentality that recovering a little more aura is a little bit, Tan Yu didn't waste any time. If he recovered more aura, he would be able to consume more aura of a monk who went to the ring in Wangqing Valley.

In this way, his fellow disciples can save more aura and have more time to support themselves in the fight.

He had a good idea, but the cultivator in Wangqing Valley didn't give him time to recover his spiritual energy. As soon as he went to the ring and reported his name, he directly attacked him with a long spear.

During the competition, no matter whether it is a weapon or a spiritual weapon, it is allowed.

Before Qin Yu could catch a single move, he was swept off the ring by the attack of the spear.

"Brother, hurry up and meditate to restore your cultivation, there are still many competitions waiting for you!"

The voice of the same door came from the ring.

He nodded heavily, "Yes."

I don't know what's going on in this competition, except for the gaps between other sects fighting, they don't have any free time to recover their spiritual energy.

Tan Yu stopped thinking about it, and desperately absorbed spiritual energy to fill the empty dantian.

"Wangqinggu wins, one point."

The Misty Sect sent another monk. After telling him his name, he didn't dare to relax his guard and quickly took out his weapon.

This fellow Taoist in Wangqing Valley doesn't look like much. That long spear is probably a spiritual weapon, right?
Otherwise, he wouldn't have swept his fellow disciples out of the ring with just the attack of the spear, and he was a little envious for a while.

That is a spiritual weapon!He...hasn't had it yet.

His weapon is in the shape of a hammer, but unfortunately, the hammer has not yet reached the level of a spiritual weapon.

With little money in his pocket, he used all the cultivation resources distributed by the sect every month to improve his cultivation level, which was not enough for him at all.

Just this hammer was a stone that was about to be finished when he accidentally found it when he was out on a mission.

After bringing it back to the Misty Sect, he asked a craftsman to create it with very few spirit stones, and he spent all the few spirit stones he had!
The monk caressed the body of the hammer, stepped firmly on the ground with both feet, exerted force on his hind legs, and leaned forward.

"Yeah - hey!"

In an instant, he swung a sledgehammer and attacked the cultivator in Wangqing Valley, but the dodge he expected did not appear.

Yuan Hong, a cultivator from the Valley of Forgetfulness, pulled out a thousand catties and used his long spear to push away the sledgehammer. He seized this opportunity instantly, put away his long spear, wrapped himself around the cultivator of the Misty Sect, and began to wrestle with him.

Even though the Misty Sect cultivators use iron hammers, he doesn't practice physical training, he just likes to use huge weapons.

Of course, the main reason is that it is cheaper to cast a hammer from stone.There is no need to remove the impurities in the stone, just a little polishing, and a handy weapon is ready.

If it is made into a sword or knife, it takes time and energy to remove impurities in the stone, otherwise the blade will be easily broken.

It will be much more expensive than the price of making a hammer. He also has a dream of walking the world with a sword. Who doesn't want to use a sword, but he is too poor, so he can only say that he likes to use a big hammer against his conscience.

The cultivator didn't notice for a while, and Yuan Hong saw his flaws. He slammed at him one palm after another, and the attack power of each palm seemed to be increasing.

And his huge hammer doesn't play a big role in melee attacks at all.

His palm technique... is this to create momentum?

He had seen the classics in this area in the Sutra Library of the Zongmen, and after feeling that one palm was stronger than one palm, his intuition told him that he was right.

no!Can no longer sit still.

If it continues like this, his combat power will become stronger, and in the end, he really has no way to resist.

After making a decision, the monk of Misty Sect discarded the hammer in his hand, and instantly distanced himself from Yuan Hong.

Yuan Hong secretly said that it's a pity, as long as he is given the power of a blow, the momentum of his palm will be created.

Because the Misty Sect cultivator made a decisive decision and chose to distance himself, his last palm fell through, and the previous momentum was interrupted.

Gang Qing watched the battle on the ring, "Well...this disciple is quite decisive, but fortunately he retreated quickly, otherwise the winner would be decided now."

Cong Jing shook his head, "It's unlikely that he can win, at most it's just consuming some aura of monks in Wangqing Valley."

Ging Qing also noticed it, and after looking at the two disciples of his sect who were going up to compete next time, he felt that it might not be impossible for the monk in Wangqing Valley to win three games in a row.

If it was not what they expected, Yuan Hong deliberately sold a loophole, pretending to be hit by the hammer, pulled the hammer past, and then clung to the monks of the Misty Sect to fight.

Then, he used his palm technique to create momentum, and the moment the momentum was achieved, an invisible energy radiated from the ring, locking onto the monks of the Misty Sect.

A protective formation has been set up around the arena, and the battle on the arena will not affect others.

With the last mistake, Yuan Hong didn't give him another chance this time, and knocked him into the air with his palm, and then picked him off the edge of the ring with a long spear.

It has to be said that the quality of the monks in Wangqinggu is many times better than that of the Shinto sect. Even if the opponent lost to him, he did not seriously injure others.

The monks of the Misty Sect only felt the qi and blood in their chests surging, but the others were fine, and basically did not suffer any serious injuries.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your mercy."

Yuan Hong nodded.

Although the two are both in the middle stage of foundation establishment, there is still a big difference between them, like Yuan Hong belongs to the upper middle level.

There was another voice of "Wangqinggu wins..." from the arena. So far, Wangqinggu has won two games.

The monk who was kicked off the ring knew that his fellow disciples might have seen that he was a body-training monk, but he still couldn't help reminding: "Don't get close to him."

Immediately afterwards, a female cultivator came up from the Misty Sect.

The female cultivator naturally saw the clues, and knew that she could not get close to him, nor could she fight with him, otherwise she would lose soon.

It may not be a big deal for her to win the situation, but the most important thing for her is not to win him, but to try her best to delay for a while and consume his aura.

In this way, maybe the fellow player who plays next will beat him because of this.

The female cultivator was very clever, and she didn't fight him head-on. From the beginning of the competition, she ran her body at full speed to avoid his attack.

The female cultivator's figure was erratic and evasive, like a slippery loach.

Yuan Hong didn't practice body skills, so his speed was naturally much slower than hers.

No one was attacked, but a lot of aura was consumed by chasing people.

His eyes flickered, it was not a solution to keep hitting no one, so he stopped his attack and sat up in meditation directly on the ring.

Even Liu Yixiang had to sigh that he was smart, if her fellow disciples didn't want him to meditate to recover his spiritual energy.You must face it head-on, and you cannot escape, otherwise it will make it more difficult for the following monks to face him.

And if she faced it head-on, she would definitely not be able to withstand his offensive.

If he used his body skills to walk around, if this person couldn't catch up, he would definitely not chase him again, and just meditated on the ring to recover his spiritual energy.

In this way, a closed loop is formed.

Either face it head-on and lose; or she swims her body, and the monks in Wangqing Valley meditate to recover their aura.

No matter what, female cultivators will not benefit from it.

She bit her red lips, but still approached Yuan Hong.

Instead of letting him recover his aura, it's better to sacrifice himself and fight him head-on, it will consume his aura more or less, isn't it!
Sensing the wind, Yuan Hong opened his eyes instantly.

There was a smile on his eyebrows, and there was a gleam in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.

"Fellow Daoist is no longer running away."

(End of this chapter)