Chapter 59 Cultivation

of Immortality 4 A clear voice echoed in the crowd.

Lu Yihan also cast his eyes towards the dark crowd.

A young man in a gorgeous brocade robe flew forward and landed lightly on the altar.

"Who is this?"

"Who is he? He looks so familiar..."

"Look at his clothes, is he from Lingxi?"

Everyone started to discuss again.

"Brother Lu, your fan--"

Mu Jing hurriedly raised the folding fan in his hand, and quickly performed a small magic to cover the sound on the altar.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Lu Xiangwan slapped his head and stretched out his left hand.

The fan in Mu Jing's hand seemed to sense the call, and instantly broke through the air and flew into Lu Xiangwan's hand.

The unfolded folding fan spun a small circle under Lu Xiangwan's slender fingertips, then folded with a bang and held quietly in his hand.

The whole process was smooth and without any delay.

"Kunlun Jade Folding Fan!"

Someone with sharp eyes recognized the folding fan in Lu Xiangwan's hand.

"——It's Lu Xiangwan of Lingxi!"

Lu Xiangwan held the folding fan with both hands and turned to face the seniors on the platform:

"Lu Xiangwan of Lingxi Sect, greetings to all the leaders and clan leaders."

After the ceremony, Lu Xiangwan returned to his seemingly unremarkable look.

Standing on the high platform, Lu Xiangwan didn't seem nervous. He squinted his eyes and smiled:

"Lu Xiangwan of Lingxi Sect, please teach me."

"Hua Zelan of Baihua Palace."

Although the person in front of him was smiling, Hua Zelan couldn't help but tighten the whip in his hand.

Lu Xiangwan's name was always on par with Lu Yihan of Yunyan in their generation.

As for Lu Yihan, Hua Zelan had seen him once from a distance when she followed the master of Hua Ze Palace to visit Yunyan.

While Hua Zejin and Gu Guangbai were talking, Hua Zelan quietly ran out of the hall.

Yunyan is located in a continuous mountain range, which is always cold and covered with ice and snow.

It was deep winter, and even the lower main hall was covered in white. Lu

Yihan, still a young boy at the time, was swinging branches alone in the snow, practicing over and over again, concentrating and working hard.

Although he only had a branch that could be found everywhere, Hua Zelan felt the overwhelming sword energy.

It would be useless to stay in the hall anyway, so it would be better to watch this "little genius" practice sword outside.

Yes, Hua Zelan secretly gave Lu Yihan a nickname in her heart.

"Crack--"

The branch of just the right thickness suddenly broke under Hua Zelan's gaze.

The crisp sound of the branch breaking startled Hua Zelan, who was sitting outside the hall.

At this moment, Lu Yihan held the branch that was broken into two in his hand. Coincidentally, his calm eyes fell directly in the direction of Hua Zelan.

Because he was peeking at Hua Zelan, who was running away with a guilty conscience, he naturally ignored the faint laughter in the air behind him.

This insignificant memory flashed in his mind.

In reality, Hua Zelan pulled out the long whip from her waist with a snap.

"Come on."

Lu Xiangwan opened the folding fan and blocked it in front of his face, revealing only the amorous fox eyes:

"I won't be sympathetic to women."

"Nine stars are moving in order, Yuanshi is wandering, Huajing is bright, Yuanling is spreading... Nine stars!"

The fan was held horizontally in front of him, and he gently moved forward with the spell in his mouth.

With the fan as the center, golden starlights gathered instantly, and rushed towards the opponent in front of her as she swung the fan.

Facing the dense and almost flawless attacks, Hua Zelan had to swing her whip non-stop to avoid being hit.

Although the whip was left with afterimages, facing the golden magic that covered the sky and the earth, Hua Zelan was a little tired.

Some of the starlight broke through the defense, like a sharp sword piercing Hua Zelan's skin, leaving a blood mark.

As the eldest disciple of Baihua Palace, Hua Zelan was obviously not a pushover.

In a short period of time, she increased her speed to a higher level and blocked all of Lu Xiangwan's attacks.

"Oh, as expected, I was blocked."

Lu Xiangwan waved his fan, and although he said so, his tone was full of undisguised regret.

"I won't just defend."

As soon as the voice fell, Hua Zelan swung the whip towards Lu Xiangwan quickly and accurately.

Hua Zelan understood that facing a magic cultivator like Lu Xiangwan, the most effective way to fight is close combat or to wear the person out.

Now Hua Zelan is facing Lu Xiangwan alone, and it is difficult to say who will wear the other out.

Once the distance is widened, the complex and diverse magic methods are difficult to estimate and guess, and it is difficult to protect oneself, let alone injuring others.

Magic cultivators have a well-known characteristic-high attack and low defense.

Putting aside those fancy defensive techniques, the physical strength of the magic cultivators themselves is not high.

Hua Zelan seized this opportunity and focused on closing the distance and attacking Lu Xiangwan's body weaknesses.

Lu Xiangwan used his agile body movements to avoid Hua Zelan's long whip:

"You thought of it so quickly, not bad."

In just a few moves, Hua Zelan gave up part of her defense, holding the whip, and approached Lu Xiangwan's face.

The distance was getting closer and closer.

Seeing that the whip was about to touch Lu Xiangwan's body, Hua Zelan suddenly noticed a smile on Lu Xiangwan's lips in her peripheral vision:

"I've been waiting for your move."

The person in front of her suddenly disappeared, and Hua Zelan instantly felt the slight air fluctuations behind her.

The extremely fast reaction speed allowed Hua Zelan to immediately twist her body and try to avoid Lu Xiangwan's attack.

The unignorable pain in her waist made her pause for a second.

In just this second, the tip of the cold fan was against Hua Ze Lan's heart.

"I lost."

Hua Ze Lan put down the long whip in her hand.

"What a pity, I was just one second late~"

Lu Xiangwan also put away the folding fan, and smiled with regretful eyes.

Damn, he must have done it on purpose!

Hua Ze Lan gritted her teeth secretly.

He deliberately lured me into a close combat so that I would lower my guard, and in order to get close to me before, I happened to be hit hard by several attacks, and my body's reaction speed was slowed down more than a little.

You have eight hundred thoughts in a few minutes, whoever meets you will be unlucky!

But no matter what, losing is losing.

Hua Zelan was simply unhappy with Lu Xiangwan's pretentious look. She admitted that she was indeed inferior to him in terms of strength.

When Hua Zelan left the spirit platform, Lu Xiangwan stood leisurely in the center, waving his fan slowly.

"In the last match, Hua Zelan of Baihua Palace fought against Lu Xiangwan of Lingxi Sect..."

"Lu Xiangwan won——"

"Who's next?"

Lu Xiangwan turned his eyes around, and finally his sight fell accurately on the white figure.

As if reflecting what he was thinking, a white figure gracefully fell into the spirit platform.

"Yun Yan Lu Yihan——"

"Come to ask for advice."

*

In the consciousness space.

"Host, are you going to... fight yourself?"

001 said that he could no longer understand the host's train of thought.

What is this, using your left hand to hit your right hand, and your right hand to hit your left hand, fighting each other?

So is this considered self-mutilation?

"Hey, Xiaoyi, don't you think it's interesting?"

"It's the first time I hit myself, it feels a bit novel."

No, did you write the script? Then you started to self-mutilate... Oh no, you started to fight each other?

001 feels that his host is really an unfathomable man.

Sometimes he is a reliable savior, and sometimes he becomes a fun-loving person.

...Is he really schizophrenic?

001 estimated that if the host was really schizophrenic, he would have to get up in the middle of the night and give himself a slap in the face:

I deserve to die.