The 40th chapter of the fantasy bus magic beast battle

Gongyang Yichen looked at the chaotic scene below, then smiled at Hua Ruo and said, "Master Hua, your sect is really lively. Our Zhongtong Jianmen is much more lifeless."

Hua Ruo smiled faintly, "Senior Gongyang, you are joking. Your disciples are devoted to their practice, and that is what our generation should learn."

"Master Hua is wrong. The path of cultivation cannot be achieved by working in isolation. Only a lively and positive academic atmosphere can help us go further on the path of cultivation."

Yun Ling, who was standing by, looked at Hua Ruo and Gong Yang Yi Chen with great interest, and pointed at the fight below and said, "I say, you two, is it okay to let them go on like this?"

Gongyang Yichen laughed and said, "This depends on Sect Leader Hua."

Hua Ruo shook her head and said with a wry smile: "This situation is no longer something I can resolve. Even if my words are effective, the ones who are causing the most trouble may not listen to me. Don't you think so?"

Master Yun Ling smiled secretly. The one who was causing the most trouble at the moment was not her disciples from the Huajian Sect, but Gongyang Yichen's biological son, Gongyang Zhongyu.

He had also heard of Gongyang Zhongyu, a young man with amazing cultivation. At a young age, he was already at the peak of the Little Golden Core realm. Among the younger generation, only Ji Zichen could be compared with him. Ji Zichen was Yun Ling Zhenren's favorite disciple, so he was naturally very clear about his cultivation. In terms of cultivation, the two were evenly matched, and perhaps Ji Zichen had a slight advantage, but if they were to fight in a real face-to-face battle, Ji Zichen would definitely lose.

This is not to show off, but it has something to do with the personalities of these two people. Gongyang Zhongyu has a flamboyant and eccentric personality, and acts according to his own preferences without regard for the consequences. In Zimu Liuhua Territory, he is known as Gongyang Crazy.

Master Yun Ling sighed secretly, "Ji Zichen is a good kid in every way, but if he meets someone like Gong Yang Zhongyu, there's really nothing he can do."

Gongyang Yichen sneered, "Master Hua, you are wrong. This is Master Hua's territory, and it is Master Hua's day to select disciples. How dare they offend Master Hua?"

Hua Ruo secretly said to Gong Yang, "Young Master's sword that penetrates the sky is incredibly powerful. Who can compete with the twelve sword formation? He has the upper hand in the encirclement of so many people. It is not easy to stop him."

"Haha, Master Hua is right. Master Gong Yang, your son is really capable!"

Gongyang Yichen was secretly angry and cursed Gongyang Zhongyu in his heart. This big fight can be said to be caused by him. When he said he wanted to come to participate in Hua Ruo's disciple selection competition, I thought he finally got it and knew how to get in-depth first-hand information, but I didn't expect him to come to make trouble!

"It just so happens that I feel that it is not possible to tell the good from the bad by selecting disciples through competitions, so it is better to select directly in this fight. In the chaotic battle, a person's potential and strength can be better discovered. What do you think?" Hua Ruo said with a smile.

"Haha, today is the day that Master Hua is choosing a disciple for himself, so we naturally can't say anything."

"That is."

The two said this, but secretly observed everyone present. Hua Ruo violated the ancestral teachings and accepted disciples, which made many people concerned and suspected her purpose. They guessed that the reason why Hua Ruo made an exception to choose a disciple was that among these people, choosing a disciple was just a cover.

It must be said that their guess was correct. Hua Ruo had organized such a contest to select a disciple just to take Shi Yan as a disciple. However, the purpose was very simple and not as complicated as they imagined.

To be honest, even Hua Ruo didn't expect that her words would cause such a big response.

Hua Ruo smiled slightly, "In that case, then the competition will be cancelled. My disciple will be chosen from among these people!"

Shi Yan had no idea what Hua Ruo was thinking. He just felt depressed. It was just an ordinary trip, but it turned into the current situation. Let's not talk about Ni Hong's sneak attack. What on earth is going on with these strangers fighting each other? And the man with twelve flying swords hanging around his body, a fighting maniac, with one move of the sword that penetrated the sky, he destroyed half of the mountain, and the twelve flying swords attacked other unrelated people from time to time, as if fighting with these people without hesitation was a very refreshing thing.

Little did they know that this was exactly the case for Gong Yang Zhongyu.

"Great," Gong Yang Zhongyu laughed, and with one sword he broke one man's magic weapon. He then turned around and launched a fierce attack on another man.

The people around him were miserable. This man was simply a madman. He would chop anyone he saw, and his power was extremely strong.

“Gong Yang Zhongyu, I’ve heard that you are unrivaled in combat power and that no one can defeat your Twelve Sword Formation. Let me give it a try today!” A man in green stepped on a winged Fierce Wind Wolf and rushed forward, “Fierce Wind Roar!”

The Fierce Wind Wolf raised its head and roared, and countless green sharp blades spewed out from its mouth, like divine swords. Wherever it passed, any magical weapon it touched was cut with cracks.

"Come on!" Gong Yang Zhongyu laughed loudly. Instead of using his flying sword to meet the attack, he flew up himself and faced the roaring wind.

The people around him were shocked. Was he crazy? Using himself to resist this move?

Seeing that he looked down on him so much and was unwilling to even draw his sword, the man in green was furious, "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish!"

Throw a small blue pill to the Fierce Wind Wolf, and it immediately seemed as if it had taken a tonic, and its Fierce Wind Roar increased several times.

"Good!" Gong Yang Zhongyu laughed, "The bigger the better!"

He raised his hands to his head and shouted, "Sword body!"

Suddenly, a tall and majestic figure appeared behind him. He had eyes like swords and an imposing heroic air. He stood there like a divine weapon drawn from its sheath.

"Sword spirit!" Ling Yun Zhenren was slightly surprised, "I didn't expect that your son would take the path of spiritual transformation."

There are many ways to control beasts, all kinds of strange and all-encompassing. Transforming spirits into weapons is one of them, and it is also a special type of beast control. It uses the spirit of the natal spirit to nourish weapons and magic treasures, thereby shaping the body and cultivating into weapon spirits.

Compared with spirit beasts, weapon spirits can more easily communicate with the mind and reach the point where the mind can turn at will, and their power is amazing. However, the disadvantages are also obvious. Because of the fusion of the natal spirit, the weapon spirit cultivator can no longer contract with spirit beasts, and can only cultivate one weapon spirit in a lifetime, unless the waste is rebuilt.

Gongyang Yichen was also shocked. It was the first time he knew that his son was on the path to spiritual transformation.

But thinking about it, he felt relieved. He was born in Taixuan Immortal Sect, and Taixuan mostly practiced sword control. The sword is the heart. Cultivating into a sword spirit is not a bad thing for a sword cultivator.

The sword spirit just waved his hand lightly, and bright sword energy burst out, along with green wind blades.

boom!

Those wind blades that could destroy magic weapons were dispersed by the sword energy.

"What!" the man in blue was shocked.

The remaining force of the sword continued unabated, and it attacked the man in green directly.

"Not good! Retreat quickly!" the man in green shouted, but the sword energy was faster than him.

With a swish, a head flew into the sky and blood spilled like a torrential rain.

The Fierce Wind Wolf was killed in one blow! Gong Yang Zhongyu laughed loudly, "Great!"

She flew past the man in green without even taking the time to look at him. To Gong Yang Zhongyu, he was just a toy, a toy to make him less bored.

At the same time, on the back of the Peng bird, Xiao Baoer was startled by the person who suddenly appeared in front of him and screamed: "Ah, slave, help me!"