Chapter 42 Who Is the Audience and Who Is the Actor

Seeing that the flying sword was about to pass through Wu Yi's body, many disciples couldn't help but exclaim. The young disciple's face was full of pride, and he hated himself for being afraid of Wu Yi's eyes before. It turned out to be a showman.

Ge Yunyi looked worried when he saw this situation, but he was very happy in his heart. However, he didn't expect that a random disciple coming out from the opposite side was armed with a flying sword, which was so difficult to deal with.

Although flying swords are basically of no use to Qi Refining Level 1 disciples, most of them are used to fly with swords. Because they have not mastered the art of controlling spirits, they can only go straight. Using it once will consume a lot of spiritual energy. After the opponent dodges, he basically loses his resistance.

But since this disciple dares to use the flying sword, it is after years of hard training that he can simply change directions. With the rapidity of the flying sword, he can defeat his opponent within three rounds. This is also the reason why he dares to be the first to come out. , that is, the plan to defeat the opponent in a short period of time to gain face for one's own side.

Ge Yunyi had good thoughts in mind, but he was also worried that his previous selfishness was too obvious and would be complained by Li Gu. He quietly glanced at the head of the throne. Unexpectedly, the expressions of Li Gu and the middle-aged Taoist were completely opposite. Li Gu seemed to be smiling but not smiling. , with an expression on his face as if he were watching a show, while the middle-aged Taoist had a hesitant and sullen face.

Realizing something was wrong, Ge Yunyi quickly turned his gaze back to watch the fighting situation. Before he could see clearly, he heard everyone exclaiming, and some even stood up.

It turned out that "Wu Yi" had been cut by a flying sword, and his blood was dripping with blood. It was terrible to look at, but soon everyone discovered that something was wrong, because the blood disappeared after falling on the ground, and there was no smell of fishy smell.

The flying sword cut through "Wu Yi", and the young disciple couldn't help but laugh out loud, but then realized that this was not good, so he suppressed his smile, and faced Li Gu with a look of helplessness on his face and said: "I originally thought that this fellow Taoist would resist I didn’t expect that I made a mistake, but I hope you can forgive me.”

"No need." The young disciple heard the strong sarcasm in the voice and wanted to defend himself, but suddenly he felt that the voice seemed familiar. He raised his head in surprise. He did not expect that Wu Yi would suddenly act like this. Approaching his body, he hurriedly retreated and summoned the flying sword, but Wu Yi slapped out a palm and hit him in the abdomen, dissipating all his strength.

With a wave of palm power, the young disciple's body flew straight up from Wu Yi's flying boat like a kite that had lost its string, and landed at his original banquet position. The position was just right, not missing the slightest. This power control can be said to be meticulous.

The young disciple was on Wu Yi's flying boat when he invited the battle, but now he was beaten back and landed on the wine table. His clean Qingyun robe was stained with oily vegetable leaves, which looked extremely funny. Ge Yiyi was the first. Everyone laughed out loud, and then the disciples couldn't help but laugh. As for the disciples from Runan County, although they didn't laugh out loud, they all had disdainful expressions on their faces. You must have this ability to steal the limelight. Now it's embarrassing to be slapped in the face. Losing their face.

It's just that they recalled the previous fight and how Wu Yi disappeared. They haven't discovered it yet, and they are a little wary of Wu Yi. If they face each other, they may not be able to see Wu Yi's illusion, and they may end up with this person. Not much better.

In fact, Wu Yi used color dust, one of the six dust particles, before. Wu Yi fought against the inner demon every day, and he also learned some of the tricks of the inner demon. Except for the most obscure legal dust, he has mastered the other five dust particles. , although it is not as skilled as the inner demon, but it can still be used to fight with others.

In fact, Wu Yi used not only color dust, but also sound dust before. The description of himself at the beginning left an impression in everyone's mind that he had not practiced for long and had little fighting experience. This way, when faced with it later When flying the sword, he seemed to be stupid and was accepted by everyone, and everyone believed that this was his true body, and his true body had already approached the young disciple.

It is worth mentioning that Wu Yi did not take action immediately after approaching, but secretly used a mist technique. Since the mist spread out like spiritual energy, everyone thought it was just the young disciple using Taoism to naturally diffuse the spiritual energy around his body. He didn't expect it to be Wu Yi. After Wu Yi approached, he did not take action but continued to watch the young disciple's performance. This is why Li Gu's face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, which seemed inexplicable.

In the final analysis, it was Wu Yi who used the perfect combination of color and sound to make everyone think that the person who was frightened was Wu Yi, ignoring the surroundings. Otherwise, how could a small technique like aerosol technique hide it from so many people? Wu Yi “mysteriously won the battle.

When the young disciple heard the crowd's ridicule, he felt resentful in his heart and looked at Wu Yi angrily. He secretly summoned the flying sword in his heart, intending to sneak attack Wu Yi.

Feeling the howling wind behind him, Wu Yi gave the young disciple a cold look. Did he really think that he had no backup plan? He was too naive to dare to sneak attack on him.

Just when Wu Yi was about to use his backup plan, the middle-aged Taoist said with a loud tongue to the young disciple: "You bastard, aren't you embarrassed enough?" It immediately dispersed the spiritual energy that the disciple had gathered, and at the same time, it also shocked him. The alien spiritual energy lurking in his Dantian was dispersed. It was Wu Yi's back-up plan. Once activated, it could immediately destroy the disciple's Dantian.

It's just that Wu Yi still had a trace of his mind hidden in that alien spiritual energy. After the spiritual energy was dispersed, Wu Yi's body tilted for a moment and he almost lost his balance.

The middle-aged Taoist was very scheming. He not only stopped the young disciple's conspiracy and left a good reputation for justice, but also secretly played a role with Wu Yi. No one could tell what was wrong.

Li Gu saw this scene and glanced at the middle-aged Taoist priest, and said calmly: "Brother Taoist, we should not interfere in the affairs between the younger generations."

The voice seemed ordinary to everyone, but Wu Yi heard a faint bell sound. It was a purple gold bell. Li Gu was helping Wu Yi heal his wounds. Before he finished speaking, Wu Yi's shaking body stood up straight, and his momentum was even better.

The middle-aged Taoist priest knew that his tricks were seen by Li Gu, and he was embarrassed to expose Li Gu's help to Wu Yi's wounds. He said: "Isn't this teaching an unworthy disciple a lesson?"

The young disciple's spiritual energy was shaken and the flying sword lost control. It fell shakily near Wu Yi. Wu Yi waved his hand and took the flying sword in his hand. He weighed it and found that it was more than a hundred pounds, cold and bright, and he didn't know what it was made of.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Fan Mingqing. My cousin is ignorant. I apologize to you on his behalf. As for this flying sword, it is an heirloom of my Fan family. I hope you can return it." Seeing that Wu Yi looked at the flying sword endlessly after getting it, and it seemed that he had no intention of returning it, another disciple from Qingshui City, Runan County stood up and said to Wu Yi. He was still young but looked steady, unlike the frivolous young disciple before.

Wu Yi glanced at the disciple who spoke when he heard it, but did not answer him. Instead, he looked at the people around him. Most of them had no expression on their faces, but there was still a small number of people who wanted to watch the show. Whether Wu Yi agreed or not, it was a good show.

"An heirloom was actually given to such a playboy. Your family is too broad-minded." Wu Yi said this in a mocking tone, which made the young disciple look ashamed and look at Wu Yi with fire in his eyes.

"It is indeed the elders' fault." What Wu Yi did not expect was that Fan Mingqing did not care about his brother's face at all, even in front of so many people, he said so.

"Fan Mingqing, you bastard, this flying sword was given to me by my father, what qualifications do you have to comment on it." The young disciple was like a burning oil barrel, and immediately pointed at Fan Mingqing's face.

Fan Mingqing looked at the young disciple proudly and said lightly: "Fan Mingyi, where is the sword?"

The young disciple, who was called Fan Mingyi by Fan Mingqing, had a red face, looked at Fan Mingqing and Wu Yi angrily, stomped his feet, and ran upstairs.

"Daoyou, this sword is not inferior to the one in your hand, I wonder if we can exchange it." Fan Mingqing took out a sword from nowhere, threw it to Wu Yi, and said calmly.

It must be said that compared with Fan Mingyi, a child who grew up in the love of his family, Fan Mingqing is much more knowledgeable.

Wu Yi took the flying sword thrown to him, looked at it, and didn't see any difference. After all, he hadn't studied it, but Wu Yi didn't doubt anything. People like Fan Mingqing usually wouldn't deceive others on such a small path. They have gullies in their hearts, and they can accommodate mountains and seas.

Wu Yi looked at the flying sword, and then at Fan Mingqing. Just when Fan Mingqing thought Wu Yi was about to agree, Wu Yi shook his head gently.

Fan Mingqing's eyes condensed, and he said: "Daoyou, you need to be content and not greedy."

Fan Mingqing could easily take out a flying sword, and his wealth was not small, so it wouldn't be a big deal to take another one. The key reason why he didn't agree was still because of his face. Replacing one with another sword was to make up for the mistake of his cousin's sneak attack, showing his benevolence and righteousness. If he took more than one, it would be cowardly, and he didn't want to bear the name of cowardice.

Wu Yi smiled and said, "Daoyou worry too much. I am a beginner and I am eager to learn from you."

Fan Mingqing's expression eased a little and he said, "I learned a few moves from the inner sect. I am afraid that I will hurt you if I win unfairly."

Wu Yi knew this a long time ago. Among the people on the opposite side, he felt that Fan Mingqing was not a simple peak of the fourth transformation. Perhaps he had dealt with black beetles a lot and was familiar with flames. He clearly felt that there was a faint flame in Fan Mingqing's body, but it was different from the Dao rhyme, which was very strange. Now that Fan Mingqing spoke out himself, he understood in his heart that he might have cultivated to the ninth transformation after the ninth transformation of Qi Refining, but he didn't know how many transformations he had cultivated.

Seeing the eager look in Wu Yi's eyes, knowing that Wu Yi would not give up without a fight, Fan Mingqing had no choice but to say: "Since Junior Brother is determined, then Senior Brother will make a move, Junior Brother is ready."

When the voice fell, Wu Yi's mind was tense. He had never fought with such a person before, and looked at Fan Mingqing carefully.

"Roar", a roar echoed on the flying boat. Wu Yi looked closely and saw that it was a fire lion, which was completely made of flames and was created by spiritual energy.

The fire lion roared and roared towards Wu Yi. This fire lion had locked Wu Yi's breath. Wu Yi's six dusts were basically ineffective against it. Several air blades flew out and were extinguished by the fire lion with a palm, without any damage.

Wu Yi frowned and continued to send out several air blades. The fire lion wanted to repeat the story again, but the air blade suddenly changed direction and flew past the side of the fire lion, cutting a deep cut, and the momentum of the flame was also weakened a lot.

Fan Mingqing looked at Wu Yi in surprise and said, "Junior brother, you really opened my eyes." With Fan Mingqing's vision, it is not difficult to see that this is the art of controlling spirits, the art of mind attachment, which is extremely difficult. At least he has not mastered it yet. The reason why the fire lion can do such a clever move is because it locks Wu Yi's breath.

The middle-aged Taoist seemed much calmer. After all, he discovered it when he solved the hidden alien spirit in Fan Mingyi's dantian. Although there are few disciples who can control the art of controlling spirits in the first stage of Qi Refining, he has seen it once or twice.

After a little bit of effort, Wu Yi finally destroyed the Fire Lion when it was about to get close to him. After doing all this, Wu Yi was already panting from exhaustion and his breath was unstable. Although the spirit control technique was dexterous, it was also very expensive. big.

He turned around and threw the two flying swords back to Fan Mingqing. The victory was already decided. If Fan Mingqing released a few more fire lions when he was fighting against a fire lion, he would not be able to resist. This is a man of his word, and a proud man. He is very similar to Wu Yi, and Wu Yi doesn't care about two flying swords.

Fan Mingqing took back one of the flying swords and threw the other flying sword back, saying: "One code returns to another code. If you change it, you will change it."

Wu Yi took the flying sword, said nothing, nodded and returned to his position.

Li Gu, who had watched everything silently, then raised a glass of wine and said to the middle-aged Taoist: "Brother Taoist, it's rare to see such harmony among disciples. Come and have a drink together."

The middle-aged Taoist smiled awkwardly, raised his glass as well, and said, "Yes, yes, let's drink together."

A banquet ends happily, at least on the surface.