Chapter 078 Master, so you want me to be gentle and kind to you.
At the same time, the weather suddenly changed. A large dark cloud appeared out of nowhere, blocking the blue sky and bright sunshine.
"Hey, why did it suddenly get dark?"
"Strange, the sky was clear and the sun was scorching just now. How come the weather changed so suddenly?"
The scene was filled with rolling clouds, thunder rumbling and flashes of lightning.
There was a sound of "click".
Purple lightning pierced through the dark clouds and struck straight towards Xiao Jing. Everyone's faces turned pale, but Xiao Jing did not move at all. The purple lightning that could directly burn a person to death directly smashed the vine prison of the Sword Sect disciple into pieces.
The Sword Sect disciple suffered backlash and vomited blood.
Looking at Xiao Jing again, purple lightning was flickering and crackling all over his body, and he had completely turned into an electric man.
It turned out to be - using the sword to attract lightning.
Everyone at the scene was stunned.
"As expected of a disciple of Lingyun Sect, this is too strong."
"I didn't expect Xiao Jing to be a rare thunder spirit."
…
The Sword Sect disciple still refused to admit defeat. He took a holy medicine for healing on the spot, then gathered his spiritual power again and attacked Xiao Jing.
Xiao Jing chuckled arrogantly, "You overestimate your own abilities."
Then he grasped the sword full of lightning power in both hands and rushed forward fiercely.
"Bang——"
Lightning collided with spiritual power, and the scene exploded directly. The disciple of the Sword Sect was blown off the stage and vomited blood.
Sect Master Li of the Sword Sect teleported to the injured disciple and checked his condition.
At the same time, Shen Wuyan also teleported to the smoke-filled competition arena and grabbed Xiao Jing's wrist.
Everyone: “…”
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the brother from the Sword Sect was more seriously injured.
After all, Senior Brother Xiao didn't shed a drop of blood.
Sect Master Li of the Sword Sect fed his beloved disciple a pill, used his spiritual power to help him dissolve it, and then looked at Shen Wuyan on the stage and said, "Venerable Wuyan, your disciple cannot be injured."
Shen Wuyan took out a pill and roughly stuffed it into Xiao Jing's mouth, saying, "Master Li, you don't know, my disciple has a hidden disease, and it is not advisable to use too much spiritual power. I am afraid that his old disease will relapse."
Sect Master Li said in admiration: "So that's how it is. Lingyun Sect is indeed powerful. Even disciples with hidden diseases are so good at fighting. It seems that our Sword Sect disciples need to intensify their training."
…
After several rounds of competition, it finally came to the final round.
The only two remaining disciples were Xianyue, the eldest disciple of Xiandao. She was a female cultivator with an aloof and arrogant personality and a face as cold as ice, but she had a beautiful appearance. She stood there with an upright posture, graceful and elegant, like a pure lotus flower that emerged from the mud without being stained.
The other is his good disciple, Xiao Jing.
Seeing this, Shen Wuyan reacted slowly and felt that his worries might have been in vain.
Who is Xiao Jing?
Xiao Jing is the protagonist, and as the protagonist he has the halo of a protagonist.
It's just a small competition, it should be easy to win.
And what about that evil spirit? What is he worried about? The protagonist must have a way to detoxify, so he doesn't need to worry about it.
Shen Wuyan accidentally discovered the truth.
Xiao Jing really has a way to get rid of the inner demon, after all, he has obtained the blood of the inner demon.
Xianyue drew out her immortal sword and pointed it at Xiao Jing, "My master's divine eye, that must be me."
Xiao Jing stood on the pitted and shabby arena, still holding the broken iron sword in his hand, his eyebrows raised high, his eyes were nonchalant, the red tassels on his earrings fluttered in the wind, and he looked arrogant and unruly.
He said lazily, "You are daydreaming." He was merciless to the female disciple.
Shen Wuyan thought: No wonder the book describes this man as a lonely widower all his life, without even a female confidant. Who would be so blind to follow him when he doesn't know how to cherish women?
At this moment, Xiao Jing's secret voice suddenly appeared in Shen Wuyan's mind, "Master, so you want me to be gentle with you."
Shen Wuyan was startled and said in confusion, "What nonsense! Just compete properly. If you are defeated by a woman, I will despise you."
"Yes, Master~"
Shen Wuyan felt a toothache.
On the competition stage, Xianyue's expression became increasingly cold, "Let's see how it goes."
Xiao Jing raised his eyebrows: "Then let's fight, and you can die with your eyes closed."
Shen Wuyan: "..."
Can you speak?
It's the Master's birthday and you mention death. Isn't that unlucky?
Shen Wuyan turned his head to look at Island Master Fang. Sure enough, there was a hint of displeasure between Island Master Fang's brows. Shen Wuyan said, "I'm sorry, Island Master Fang. My disciple is not very good at speaking. I'm sorry if he offended me. Please forgive me. Don't take it personally. I will definitely teach him a lesson when I get home."
When Master Fang heard what Shen Wuyan said, "That's fine. Young people are outspoken. I'm an old man over 500 years old. I won't argue with young people."
As Shen Wuyan appeased Island Master Fang, he heard Xianyue sneer from the competition arena: "What an arrogant tone! Then show us what you can do."
After he finished speaking, Xianyue took the lead and ran towards Xiao Jing with the magic sword in hand.
Halfway through, Xianyue jumped up high, and the fairy sword in his hand quickly separated to form a six-star sword formation, pressing down towards Xiao Jing below.
"Wow! It seems that Senior Sister Xianyue is really angry. She actually used her ultimate move right at the beginning."
"That kid's words were so irritating that I wanted to teach him a lesson on behalf of Senior Sister Xianyue."
"That requires you to be able to beat him."
…
Xiao Jing raised the broken sword in his hand to block horizontally, then slid backwards. Everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and Xiao Jing appeared behind Xianyue like a ghost.
"Bang——"
Xianyue's six-star sword formation crushed the entire arena. At the same time, Xianyue turned around and kicked back very flexibly, and her long legs swept towards Xiao Jing like a whip.
The broken knife in Xiao Jing's hand fell directly on the snow-white whip leg...
Everyone: “…” Please show mercy.
Not only was Xiao Jing ruthless in his attack, but the broken sword was also pulsating with electric currents. Xianyue saw that she was unable to retract her legs in time and could only fight against the broken sword head-on.
The result is predictable. Xianyue was shocked and retreated several steps. One of her snow-white thighs was smoking and black, and her other leg was one black and one white.
Everyone: “…”
There is no doubt that Xiao Jing won this competition.
The competition was over, the sun was setting in the sky, and the sea in the distance was dyed a boiling red by the afterglow of the setting sun. It was already time for dinner.
Everyone moved to the banquet hall, which was decorated in an auspicious and festive manner. Island Master Fang personally presented the award to Xiao Jing.
Then everyone wished Island Master Fang great fortune.
The banquet began, heavenly music started, and singing and dancing began.
After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere at the banquet gradually became lively, and the bosses were a little more sober and paid attention to etiquette.
The disciples in the disciple seat were all about seventeen or eighteen years old, at the age of being active and passionate about youth. After a few cups of yellow soup, they became good brothers with their arms around each other's shoulders.
At this moment, with a sound of "bang", brilliant fireworks were set off in the sky. The fireworks bloomed and formed a big Chinese character "longevity". The atmosphere at the banquet was pushed to a climax again.