Transmigration snake female cultivator

Chapter 269
Because Yang Qingyan was ranked behind in the competition, after watching this unskilled battle, she shook her head slightly and prepared to leave.

After stroking the dress on her body, Yang Qingyan turned around and took a few steps when her body suddenly stopped, and she turned to look at the No. [-] ring not far away.

Could this breath be that Buddhist cultivator in the secret realm?Looking at the No. [-] ring, Yang Qingyan's beautiful eyes flashed, and she immediately planned to go over to take a look. After all, the cultivation level shown by the Buddhist cultivator at that time was also extremely extraordinary. Going to visit this time, I can understand how the Buddhist cultivator is. For the fight, the second is to see how well this Buddha cultivates, which will be of great benefit to her in the future.

After making up her mind, Yang Qingyan smiled slightly, turned around and came to the No. [-] ring.

It may be the reason why Buddhist cultivators are very rare in the world of cultivating immortals. At this time, ring No. [-] has surrounded many monks and wrapped the ring tightly. In desperation, Yang Qingyan can only watch from a long distance .However, she is a monster, and her eyesight is excellent, so it doesn't affect her watching.

On the white jade arena, there are two men standing at this time, one of them is about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a moon white robe, barefoot, with a gentle smile on his beautiful face, it is Yang Qingyan in the secret realm The Buddhist cultivator whom I met once.

Opposite him was a thin young man wearing a green robe. The young man was about 20 years old, with a very ordinary appearance and a calm expression.

Qingpao!It seems that these two are inner disciples!Yang Qingyan glanced at the two of them, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes. To be able to wear whatever clothes he likes is a right that only inner disciples have, but he doesn't know who the two of them worship as their master?

It's no wonder that Yang Qingyan didn't know, since she was forced by Chu Nanhe to refine medicine every day this year, she didn't have time to wander around the sect, so she didn't know much about the people and things in the sect.

After the two people on the ring looked at each other for a few times, the green-robed man said calmly, "Please, Junior Brother Yue."

That Buddha cultivator, the man surnamed Yue, still said with a smile on his face, "Please."

As soon as he finished speaking, the green-robed man on the opposite side moved, turned into a blue shadow, and attacked the man surnamed Yue.

"Amitabha."

Facing the attack of the green-robed man, the young man surnamed Yue recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, then stepped forward, and instantly appeared on the other side of the ring, avoiding the attack of the green-robed man.

"This is, shrunk to an inch?!"

The green-robed man missed a single blow, and appeared at the place where the boy surnamed Yue was standing. He frowned at him and said.

The boy surnamed Yue didn't answer the man in green robe's question, but still looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Pretending to be mysterious!"

Seeing that the boy surnamed Yue didn't answer him, the man in green robe snorted softly, then flipped his hand over, and the entire palm was immediately covered with a layer of frost, then he stepped down and slapped the boy surnamed Yue fiercely.

With this beat, bursts of icy mist emanated from his palm, freezing the nearby ground with a layer of light blue ice. It can make the onlookers feel the huge power contained in it.

"Zizu, look at the momentum, I'm afraid Senior Brother Qian's ice palm technique is close to being perfect! I don't know if Junior Brother Yue can resist it?"

At this time, a white-clothed disciple who was watching said with a look of amazement in his eyes.

"According to my junior brother, I am afraid that Senior Brother Yue will be unstoppable, but I don't know how many rounds he can last in Senior Brother Qian's hands."

When the onlookers below the ring were discussing how many rounds the boy surnamed Yue could last, Yang Qingyan didn't think so. How could a person who could easily defuse the attacks of two peak Qi refining monks have such poor cultivation? She didn't understand the cultivation level of the man in green robe, so she just continued watching with a flicker of her eyes.

The white jade ice palm was so cold that it froze the ground beside the boy surnamed Yue.

Glancing at the attacking ice palm, the young man surnamed Yue had a golden light in his eyes. He put the golden lotus flower in his right hand on his chest and gently shook it, a layer of light golden mask instantly appeared outside his body.

boom!
Just as the golden mask appeared, the frosty palm hit the mask hard.

Just as the ice palm hit the mask, a layer of light blue frost instantly spread along the mask, freezing most of the mask in an instant.

Seeing this scene, a gleam of joy flashed in the eyes of the green-robed man, and he channeled the magic power in his body, and the palms of his hands immediately glowed with silver.

Flipping his palms, endless cold air came from the palm of the man surnamed Qian, just when he wanted to clap his hands again.

Suddenly a golden lotus flower emerged from beside him, the lotus swayed, exuding bursts of fragrance, the pure golden lotus petals shone with a faint golden glow, making it extremely beautiful.

As soon as the golden lotus appeared, there was a flash of golden light, and it rushed towards the back of the man surnamed Qian slowly.

Seeing a golden lotus suddenly appearing and bumping towards his back, the man surnamed Qian's complexion changed, and he waved his hand hastily and slapped him back.

呲!
As soon as the ice palm and the golden lotus came into contact, the golden lotus immediately burst into glory, forming a golden light curtain in the air. The light curtain was like a chain. The air of ice is all wrapped in it.

snort!
The man surnamed Qian snorted softly when he saw that the light mask emanating from the golden lotus actually blocked his icy palm.

As the mana in his body circulated, the silver-white palm of the man surnamed Qian immediately turned very blue, and the icy mist that had been trapped by the golden light curtain suddenly rose, and a colder breath came out from the light curtain. The place where the fog passed was full of blue ice, which instantly froze most of the light curtain that wrapped it, and then continued to spread towards the center of the light curtain, which was the golden lotus.

The man surnamed Qian got rid of the shackles of the golden awn, and immediately slapped hard on the golden lotus in the center of the golden awn.

The blue ice mist condensed in the air, and following the movements of the man surnamed Qian, a huge blue ice palm formed in the air, and slammed down hard with his palm.

As soon as the ice palm appeared, the lotus flower in the center of the golden awn couldn't help shaking, as if it couldn't stand the attack of the ice breath.

But at this moment, the golden lotus flower suddenly trembled slightly, bursting suddenly, forming a golden storm that spread towards the surroundings.

The golden brilliance is like golden light dust, and it disperses towards the surroundings at an extremely fast speed, and it touches the blue ice palm in the air in an instant.

There was no ear-piercing crackling sound, nor any fluctuation of spiritual power. As soon as the blue ice palm touched the golden dust, it melted most of it in an instant, just like snowflakes falling into the water.

(End of this chapter)