Chapter 110: The fierce appearance and strong hatred
As Lingxiang expected, Zhao Wuyang was able to use the Tiangang Fighting Technique. What she didn't expect was that the Tiangang Fighting Technique would be so spectacular.
After all, no one had ever performed the Steps and Fights before her; she had merely seen the related techniques in the books in the Langhuan Pavilion. Few could practice this technique, and aside from the previous headmaster, no one had mastered it properly.
However, the previous master had passed away many years ago. Although Shouxuan, the eldest disciple of Zhenren Qianyuan, had practiced for some time, he was unable to borrow the power of the stars.
Ultimately, it all depends on the practitioner's talent. If one can practice it, then he is blessed by God.
O man favored by Heaven! Ha!
Lingxiang laughed at herself, then calmly took a sip of hot tea.
In terms of talent, Zhao Wuyang was truly unparalleled. Putting aside his natural spiritual roots, the fact that he had earned the favor of the Eternal Sky made it clear that he would have a promising future.
But now Zhao Wuyang seems to have a knot in his heart, so if he can't untie the knot in his heart, it will be difficult for him to make further progress in his cultivation of the headquarters badge...
Glancing at Zhao Wuyang's back as he stood there practicing his technique, Lingxiang sighed silently and buried her face in the hot steam from the teacup.
Alas... Never mind, if God doesn't favor me, then I'll just help others to break the fate!
Compared to Lingxiang's nonchalant attitude, Zhao Wuyang was quite different. From the moment he began to practice Bu Gang, he could feel the spiritual energy surging within him. As soon as he finished the hand seals and stepped into the Bu Gang, the surging spiritual energy began to flow out of his body along with the falling stars, like a bursting dam, unable to be controlled or contained.
But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Wuyang felt as if several years had passed. Just when he thought he was going to die, the starlight gradually stopped.
As the last ray of starlight faded, the uncontrollable force within him finally vanished. Zhao Wuyang collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. He felt like a long-dried riverbed, longing for a downpour, or like cracked earth from a long drought, desperate for irrigation. His three souls and seven spirits seemed to be constantly peeling away from his body, his consciousness gradually dissipating and fading.
He was in so much pain! He was really in so much pain!
Just when Zhao Wuyang felt that his life was coming to an end and his sea of consciousness was in chaos, he suddenly smelled a sweet and mellow fragrance in his mouth, and heard a clear and beautiful female voice saying:
"Drink! Drink! Drink and you'll feel better."
After hearing this, Zhao Wuyang hurriedly swallowed in big gulps. Even if he was given a bowl of poison at this moment, he would probably drink it all without hesitation.
Lingxiang fed tea to Zhao Wuyang while falling into deep thought.
As she expected, Wuyang's cultivation was too shallow, and he simply couldn't withstand the exhaustion of stepping on the steps. If she hadn't been there, she didn't know if he would have recovered. Senior Brother Qianyuan was really too ridiculous. How dare he teach him anything!
Lingxiang had just given Zhao Wuyang a Spirit Gathering Pill, and the Yunmeng Lake was filled with spiritual energy. Now all he had to do was wait for the pill to take effect.
However, just as Lingxiang was feeding Zhao Wuyang tea, she heard a burst of crazy laughter. Lingxiang couldn't help but frown - as expected, with Xiao Wuyang's cultivation level, he was still unable to harm a demon like Yinghuan, who was at the level of Demon General.
Yinghua laughed like a madman, a shrill and eerie laugh that echoed through the empty valley, terrifying to the core. When the dust settled, a monster lay sprawled on the ground where the star power had landed.
The monster looked like a scorpion, but the scorpion's tail did not have a stinger, but a woman with a pair of sharp claws, who was none other than Yinghuan.
"The devil finally showed up!" Lingxiang said coldly.
Although Xiao Wuyang's cultivation wasn't enough to do anything to Yinghuan, he was able to force out her demonic form, which was quite impressive. However...
However, now that he was physically disabled and Xiao Wuyang was unconscious, it would be difficult to deal with Yinghuan. Fortunately, Yinghuan had drunk a lot of her tea before, and the old man with the bamboo stick had bamboo leaves that were not ineffective, so Yinghuan should be unable to move now.
But Lingxiang was wrong. Not only did Yinghua stand up, she also staggered towards them. The scorpion's mouth was drooling, and its claws danced, opening and closing with a "crackling" sound. It looked extremely angry.
Compared with the mighty Scorpion, Yinghuan had disheveled hair and stared at Lingxiang with a gloomy face.
Yinghuan really didn't expect that Zhao Wuyang would have such power to force her into this state, but she didn't care. From the beginning to the end, all she wanted was Lingxiang.
She wants Lingxiang dead! She wants that woman's daughter dead!
Looking at Yinghuan who was getting closer and closer, Lingxiang finally started to panic.
The bamboo was cultivated by the old man with the bamboo cane, a spiritual plant specifically designed to fight demons. It was said that if a demon came into contact with it, it would suffer bone-eating pain all over its body. However, the frenzied look of the woman before her, and the hatred oozing from her eyes, filled her with fear...
What kind of obsession would make her so persistent?
Yinghuan's steps were firm and heavy, and the constant "crackling" of her scorpion legs struck Lingxiang's heart like a drum. Lingxiang felt the woman before her was terrifying. She twisted her fingers and formed hand seals, unleashing various spells. Perhaps due to her mediocre cultivation or her panic, her spells lost their accuracy, but she managed to injure Yinghuan.
But the distance between the two is getting closer and closer...
Just when Lingxiang was panicking, a figure suddenly stood in front of her. It was Zhao Wuyang!
Zhao Wuyang gasped, blocking Lingxiang behind him. He had never seen Lingxiang like this before. In his opinion, Lingxiang always looked like she was having fun in the world. How could she be so panicked?
She... must be terrified...
Zhao Wuyang still felt uncomfortable all over, but somehow, his body gradually recovered its strength and spiritual power slowly accumulated in his body. He looked back at Lingxiang, who was still terrified, and realized that Lingxiang must have done something to him.
"You are the ninth elder of Yuanqing Sect. How can you be so panicked when encountering something?" Zhao Wuyang smiled at Lingxiang, then looked at Yinghuan, who was showing her devilish side, with his brows deeply furrowed.
Although I have regained some strength now, I don't know if my body can support me to perform the Steps and Fights again...
But Zhao Wuyang did not hesitate at all. He twisted his fingers, made hand gestures, stood firmly in horse stance, and recited words in one breath.
Seeing this, Lingxiang finally came back to her senses from her fear and hurriedly grabbed the hem of Zhao Wuyang's robe.
Although the Spirit Gathering Pill was effective, if Zhao Wuyang forced himself to step on the Gang Dou, he would only suffer backlash, and his life would be in danger!
But Zhao Wuyang just turned around and smiled, and his pale face no longer had the childishness of the past, but was filled with determination.
Yinghuan hadn't expected Zhao Wuyang to be able to get up and move. Now it seemed like he was just a spent force. Since he was so determined to die, why not help him? She didn't care how many people died on her hands.
At this thought, Yinghuan felt as if she had more strength, and her steps seemed to become lighter and less stumbling. Now she had only one thought in her mind: she would soon kill that man's daughter, the woman whose very name she hated to the core!
"Tumi!"
Yinghuan roared and raised her claws and smashed down, while Zhao Wuyang also shouted the name of Beidou, and Lingxiang tried her best to pull Zhao Wuyang.
There was a loud bang, wood chips flew everywhere, and the Huanghuali tables and chairs were smashed to pieces...
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