Pre-Game Battle 2
The battle became increasingly fierce.
Leng Can asked, "Why do you say that?"
Mu Xue continued, "Lei Dian summoned thunder and rain, using almost all of his strength, but Yan Huo just kept dodging and evading him. Besides wasting some energy and accelerating the consumption of Lei Dian's spiritual energy, he didn't suffer any loss. He was even very fast, able to get close enough to strike him down before Lei Dian could react in time."
"Alas..." she sighed, "This thunderbolt is really reckless. Not only does he not recognize fireworks, but he also dares to waste spiritual energy like this. If not for himself, then he should also consider his master."
"Are the fireworks so grand?" Leng Can questioned.
Mu Xue rolled her eyes at him, "Yan Huo is the first generation of sword spirits born in the Immortal Mountain. No matter how powerful the remaining sword spirits are, they cannot resist his spiritual body that has absorbed the essence of heaven and earth for many years. However, Yan Huo is very loyal to his master and is also very arrogant. Aside from the first generation sect master, the Great Master is his second master. Those who tried to conquer him in the past all met with a miserable end."
Leng Can blinked and praised sincerely, "As expected of my Xiaomo, he's really amazing!"
"The elder Qingyi volunteered to seal him away within Wuqing Mountain," he continued. "Wuqing Mountain is home to the most abundant spiritual energy among all the immortal mountains, making it more than enough to suppress him. With Muxue's help, trapping him wouldn't be a problem. However, he hasn't left the mountain for years, so it's understandable that Lei Dian doesn't recognize him."
"My attributes counteract those of Fireworks. Although he's powerful, he's still somewhat wary of me," Mu Xue said proudly. "Plus, I've improved from absorbing essence in Wuqing Mountain. Even though I can't compare to Fireworks, I can easily rank second."
He shook his head, "No."
"Then who do you say it is?" Mu Xue asked unconvinced.
Pointing at himself, he said, "Of course it's me, the eldest brother. Don't forget, Yanhuo and I are both the first generation of sword spirit incarnations. It's just that I am relatively gentle and unwilling to participate in the fight."
"you……"
Leng Can saw that the situation was not right, so he quickly pulled the two of them aside and changed the subject, "Stop making trouble and continue watching the game."
"Brother Leng Can." Ji Shufeng spoke at this moment, she couldn't help but worry, "If Lei Dian dies at the hands of Yan Huo, what will happen to Senior Brother?"
"He won't die. At most, he'll faint and suffer some internal injuries." Li Tong explained to her, "This may seem like a battle between sword spirits, but it's actually a comparison of spiritual power between masters. The sword spirits and masters have a contract, and their spiritual power is connected. The sword spirit's spiritual energy consumption depends entirely on the master's control during combat, which is more mentally draining than a one-on-one fight between masters."
"this……"
"But don't worry." Xi comforted her, "Junior sister knows her limits and won't do anything unnecessary."
Ji Shufeng clenched his fists and said nothing more.
Lei Dian quickly lost his strength and leaned against the mountain wall, while Yan Huo only suffered some minor injuries. He flashed and immediately appeared beside Lei Dian. When he got close to Lei Dian, he asked, "Do you want to admit defeat?"
Blood oozes from Lei Dian's mouth and he shakes his head, "I deny it."
"Don't be so stubborn." Yanhuo's eyes were cold. "Your defeat is already a foregone conclusion."
"Then I won't admit it!" Lei Dian spat at him, "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you make me bow down to you!"
Yan Huo looked puzzled. "It's only natural to admit defeat after a loss. Why should I be embarrassed?"
"Bullshit!" Lei Dian gathered a ball of purple flame in his hand and threw it towards Yanhua. Yanhua stretched out his middle finger and flicked it, and the flame immediately dissipated.
Yan Huo stepped on his hand and slapped him twice. "You are so stubborn. Now you know me."
Lei Dian gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know him."
Fireworks was amused by his stubbornness, "You deserve it."
Then he raised his palm and knocked him unconscious.
The lightning figure dissipated, and the real body returned to the sword. Fireworks returned to the ground with the sword and threw the broken sword to the man's legs, "Master, I win."
Cong Mo nodded, "Go back and rest."
"Yeah." Yanhuo closed his eyes and instantly turned into a wisp of golden smoke and floated back into the sword. Cong Mo held the sword and patted the man's head lightly, "You lose."
But at this time the man could no longer utter a word, he was spitting blood, his eyes rolled up, and he lost consciousness. As soon as Cong Mo let go of him, he fell to the ground twitching.
Once the realm is opened, it will continue unless the person in the realm is mentally unstable or takes the initiative to open the realm. If people from the outside want to break in forcefully, they will be backlashed and the mental strength of the realm fighter will be damaged.
The man fainted, and his realm was naturally broken.
Everyone came forward, helped the man up, put his hands together, and a fairy energy floated between his eyebrows and wrapped around his fingertips. He opened his hands, and the warm fairy energy spread out. He pointed two fingers at the center of his eyebrows and pointed them at the man's chest, injecting healing energy into him.
Leng Can ran to Cong Mo's side, "Xiao Mo, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Cong Mo shook his head and looked at Xi who was casting a spell, "Brother, he's fine."
Cong Mo said calmly, "It's just that I consumed too much spiritual energy and fainted temporarily. Brother, you don't have to..."
"Such a lunatic." Before Cong Mo could finish her words, a strong force grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. Just as she was about to look, the force was forcibly pulled away. The old man pulled her behind him with an irresistible force, staring at the front, and said to Cong Mo, "Don't speak from now on."
He looked at Xi and shouted, "Xi!"
Then he gestured to Leng Can, who stepped forward and held his hand, preventing him from casting the spell. "Brother, Master is calling you."
He looked up at the old man, who shook his head at him.
He let go of the man and stood up, retreating with Leng Can to the side of the old man.
The man has woken up slowly and is looking around in confusion.
The old man Qingyi then looked at the elder Jianshan who was staring at them with a ferocious look on his face, "Old man Jianyi, are you alright?"
"How can you be alright?" The old man Jian Yi helped the man up, "Son! Are you okay?"
The man spat out large mouthfuls of blood. The previous battle between the sword and the spirit had soaked into his spiritual energy, damaging his internal strength. He clung to the old man Jian Yi, his eyes filled with resentment and anger. "Dad, it's all her fault. She's the one who ruined me. How am I supposed to handle the next match now?"
"Love Elder, what do you say we should do?" The Sword Elder looked at Cong Mo angrily, "Your scoundrel disciple injured my son so badly! This is against the rules of the Immortal Mountain."
"Old Sword Master, please don't talk nonsense!" Old Love Master stroked his beard and gently patted Cong Mo's wrist, signaling her to behave herself. "My disciple is powerful and of good origin. How can you call him a rogue disciple? How is that against the rules of the Immortal Mountain? The two of you are sparring, and it was your son who opened up your realm and established your immortal arts. My disciple cannot use any crooked methods at all!"
The old man Jian Yi was furious, "How do you explain the injury to my son?"
"My disciples always have their own reasons for doing things. They follow my teachings and never hurt anyone. She must have her reasons for doing this."
"yes!"
Leng Can scratched his head and strode to the center. Seeing that someone was supporting him, he became excited. "Little, Senior Sister Congmo would never hurt anyone. It was clearly your foolish son who started the outrageous talk and was so disrespectful to us. Although we are from the same immortal sect, we are still guests in Jianshan. Not only did he not give us any explanation, but he even insulted us. How can this be considered a big deal!"
"You..." The old man Jian Yi frowned and glared at Leng Can, "You are talking nonsense! Someone, come here!..."
"Who's coming?" Leng Can pinched his waist, looking unconvinced.
No, you don't know your own son. What's the matter? You can't wait to arrest me after I said that. Are you feeling guilty? "
"you!"
"Hey." Elder Qing pulled Leng Can over and stopped Elder Jian. "Elder Jian, don't be impulsive. Just go to Xiantai and watch the replay. You can also get a clear look at your son's face. Why not do something good?"
"You were the ones who hurt people first!" the old man Jian Yi cursed, "and now it's our fault in the end!"
"Old Sword Master, please don't talk nonsense." Old Love Master snorted, "They were just sparring, and your son just lost."
"you…"
"If I were to say, everyone in our fairy mountain should abstain from love. Otherwise, when such a mess occurs, how can we ignore reason and talk about love?"
The problem was not solved, but became more and more confusing.
The old man Jian Yi had no choice but to say, "You..."
"Why is it so noisy in here?" A distant and vague voice sounded. Several people looked up and saw a woman in a light pink gauze robe with an extremely gentle and soft appearance falling from the sky, surrounded by peach blossoms.
Everyone knelt down and said, "Welcome, Master."
"This is the Sect Master of the Main Immortal Mountain." He bent over and whispered to Leng Can, "He's in charge of all the affairs of the various immortal mountains, big and small. He's usually so busy that you hardly see him. It's a rare opportunity to meet her during a competition, so we can finally see her."
Leng Can raised his head slightly and looked at the woman.
I just think... it’s so beautiful.
It is a beauty different from Congmo,
Cong Mo has a cold temperament and keeps people at a distance, but the sect leader always makes people feel like they are bathed in a spring breeze, making people feel warm and believe in light.
"What happened?" asked the sect leader.
The elder Jianyi spoke first, and he refused to give in. "The disciple under the elder Qingyi injured my son severely."
Cong Mo frowned and defended himself, "He just fainted due to exhaustion of spiritual energy. Why exaggerate the facts? Besides, it was your son who started it first."
"you…"
"Enough!" The sect leader stopped the two of them, his bright eyes kind and thoughtful. "As the elder of Jianshan, Jianyi, you really need to discipline your blood relatives and stop doing evil."
"Master, it's clear..."
"Don't make excuses. This sect doesn't need to explain. You and the entire Jianshan should know what kind of person he is, instead of blaming and punishing him here."
The old man Jian Yi lowered his head and said after a long time, "I understand."
The clan leader looked at everyone and slowly turned around. "The competition will be postponed for one day and will officially begin tomorrow. There is no need to talk about this dispute any further."
"Thank you, Patriarch, for your guidance!"
After the sect leader left, the old man Jian Yi didn't even glance at them before helping his son leave.
Several people stayed where they were. An old man sighed and said, "Cong Mo, you exposed your strength too early. You will be targeted."
"It can't be considered a completely bad thing." Cong Momo said, "The rules of the game are unknown now, so it's impossible to tell how to fight."
"Indeed." The old man looked at Leng Can, "You performed well just now. You didn't seem to be nervous at all."
"How can I be stage-frightened?" Leng Can chuckled. "Master, you are all here, you will definitely support me. Besides, if I am powerful, everyone will be afraid of me."
"Okay, let's rest for a night at Jianshan and prepare for tomorrow's competition."
"Remember," the old man reminded, "be careful at night."
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