When their fists collided, half of Julie's arm, who had an ordinary human body, was immediately dislocated.
Wu Heng frowned and said coldly, "Do you admit defeat?"
The weapon spirit gritted its teeth, straightened its arm, and continued to rush back, "It's still early!"
After fighting for several rounds, Wu Heng's high heels were pressed against his neck, almost stepping into his blood vessels.
"Human males are no more than this."
It retracted its heel, feeling somewhat smug, and then lifted the hem of its skirt and spun around with a fist. The powerful internal energy had completely restored Julie's body to its original state, without even a strand of her hair being messed up.
Wu Heng sat back in his chair with a gloomy face.
If he hadn't been concerned about Ye Lan's presence, he would have had plenty of ways to make the weapon spirit submit.
But he didn't want Ye Lan to think he was too vicious...
A cup of hot tea was pushed over to the side. Ye Lan tapped the rim of the cup and said in a light voice, "Your loss wasn't unfair. Don't take it to heart."
There was originally a gap in their cultivation strength. Even though he was now trapped in a human body and his cultivation was suppressed a little, if a protracted battle was fought, Wu Heng would undoubtedly be defeated.
That's why Ye Lan rarely spoke to comfort his junior brother.
Hearing this, Wu Heng nodded, lowered his eyes and saw the white fingertips slowly leave the teacup. He picked up the cup of tea, moved it imperceptibly to the place that was touched, took a sip, and immediately felt comfortable all over.
At this moment, Xie Chenan on the other side suddenly spoke up, with a half-smile in his voice, "Ye Lan, do you think I can win if I go up there?"
Ye Lan tilted his head, his clear eyes with distinct black and white colors fell on him. After not seeing him for a few years, the willful boy who used to play racing on the top of the mountain had grown up. His face had matured and revealed sharp edges, and even his cultivation had become the best among his peers.
She shook her head and said truthfully, "We'll know the result only after the competition."
Xie Chenan then chuckled deeply in a low voice, bowed slightly towards Ye Lan across a few tables and said, "I hope I won't let you down."
When these words were spoken, the guests who had been speculating about the relationship between the two from the beginning were secretly surprised.
It was founded by Emperor Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty seven years ago, and Xie Chenan was the founder of the school.
How old was Ye Lan at that time?
She taught Xie Chenan? !
Everyone found it incredible, but no one dared to ask.
At this time, Xie Chenan put down his sword, turned on his toes and faced the weapon spirit.
Both sides were ruthless and didn't talk much. They fought for dozens of rounds. However, Xie Chenan was obviously more orthodox in fighting ability and skills, and he was able to suppress the weapon spirit at the beginning.
"Great! As expected of the Emperor Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty, Master Xie has superb swordsmanship, and I didn't expect his body movements to be amazing as well!"
There were many fans of Xie Chenan among the guests who came to cheer him on, and the scene was as lively as a boxing match.
However, the weapon spirit also made visible progress during the fight, and even began to imitate Xie Chenan's movements during the fight.
"Tsk, what's going on?" Xie Chenan couldn't help but sigh, and his attacks became faster and faster, wanting to end the battle quickly.
As a result, the weapon spirit seemed to be addicted to learning from him, following him step by step, and actually knocked Xie Chenan down after finding a flaw.
This time, the scene was in an uproar.
Xie Chenan was hit by a palm and fell to the ground for a long time. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
The weapon spirit pounced down and wanted to continue attacking. When the palm wind was about to hit Xie Chenan, a teacup suddenly flew from the slope and interrupted its momentum.
Then a cold and familiar voice sounded faintly.
"He admitted defeat, and I said it for him."
Upon hearing this, the weapon spirit immediately stopped its movements and turned its head to look at Ye Lan. A moment of confusion appeared on its big face, "Can this still happen?"
"If you don't believe me, ask him yourself." Ye Lan shrugged and said frankly.
Then the spirit of the weapon turned around and stared at Xie Chenan, insisting that he tell the answer in person.
Xie Chenan endured the pain in his heart and finally had the strength to speak, "Yes, I lost, I won't fight anymore."
"Oh." The weapon spirit finally gave up and withdrew its hand obediently. It turned around and automatically returned to its original shape.
Everyone present had the same thought: the spirit of the weapon is becoming stronger.
If before it was just a layman with skills but unable to use them, then after just two battles, it has already touched the threshold of using the skills and is constantly improving.
Compared to the wild horse that could only rush around in the God-Binding Spell formation at the beginning, it is now completely different.
"Who else among you wants to fight me?" The weapon spirit was still strutting back and forth in the middle of the open space, shaking its beautiful skirt with a look of happiness and pride on its face.
However, no one on the sidelines could laugh at this moment, and no one dared to go up and fight.
After all, even Wu Heng and Xie Chenan were defeated, so they would just be giving away their heads if they went up.
As the situation reached a stalemate, Zheng Meiyi, who was not far away, suddenly spoke up, "Master Ye, aren't you going to fight? Weren't you the one who insisted on luring this thing out just now? Why are you relying on men to fight now?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes inevitably fell on the slender figure in the front.
Zheng Bo glared at his granddaughter and scolded her, "Children should not butt in when adults are doing things."
Under the pressure of her grandfather's authority, Zheng Meiyi bit her lip and had to shut up, but she felt a little indignant in her heart.
Because she likes Xie Chenan.
Seven years ago, when he went to the mainland on behalf of the Zheng family to donate supplies and bring warmth to the victims in the volcanic area, he saw a young boy crying behind a broken rock, and he was moved at first sight.
From then on, she would participate in every sacrifice, glance at him from afar through the crowd, or greet and chat with him when adding incense oil.
I heard that he had vowed never to marry in this life, and no female disciple had ever been favored by him, so Zheng Meiyi always felt that she still had a chance.
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