Chapter 85: Getting Rid of the Annoying Things

Wu Yi boarded the returning flying boat with other disciples. This time, he did not have to think about how to return to the Taoist temple. He went with the inner demon, but came back alone.

Wu Yi knew why the inner demon did not come back. With the strangeness of the inner demon, it should not be difficult for him to survive in the mountains as long as he did not provoke some big monsters. However, at that time, Wu Yi might face an inner demon who had almost cultivated an immortal body.

Wu Yi did not choose to enter the room to meditate and breathe. He walked around in the spacious cabin, thinking about how to solve the inner demon. Thinking hard was useless, so he walked around, hoping to get some inspiration.

Such an opportunity to enter the inner gate for practice once a year is not only a good opportunity for disciples to obtain skills and practice, but also a good opportunity for disciples to keep in touch with each other. In the luxurious cabin, there were disciples in groups of three or two whispering and talking about anecdotes.

Of course, the most crowded place is the place where the fight takes place. Originally, such a thing is considered a private fight, which is not allowed by the sect. It is just a way to exchange skills. As long as no one dies, the sect will not stare at it.

There are cheers and applause from time to time. Wu Yi naturally avoids such places.

But when he passed a place where the fight takes place, Wu Yi frowned and thought: How could she be here?

It turned out that Wu Yi saw Ge Yiyi. According to the news from other disciples, Ge Yiyi should be married to the Xu family at this time, but not here.

But this matter can be asked later. Wu Yi cast his eyes on the battle situation. He saw that the one fighting against Ge Yiyi was a young disciple in gorgeous clothes. He should have the cultivation of tempering qi, with a brilliant treasure light, and a long sword dancing with sword light. But in Wu Yi's eyes, there were many flaws. Even if he didn't use magic power, he could take the sword away with his bare hands.

Wu Yi had such a feeling when he had spiritual consciousness and watched the fighting of Qi-refining disciples. Unfortunately, Ge Yiyi did not have such a feeling. Moreover, her cultivation level was one level lower than that of the weak-crowned disciple opposite her. She was only at the Qi-transforming stage.

Ge Yiyi used a wood-type magic, and the thorny vines shot to the opposite side. These vines were quite flexible. Wu Yi saw that the disciples in Chinese clothes could not cut off the vines at once even with swords. On the contrary, because the wood-type skills recovered quickly, the vines quickly recovered as before. It turned out that Ge Yiyi had the upper hand.

"Miss, it seems that you have learned a lot in the inner sect. Then you can also take a look at this sword technique I got from the inner sect." The young man in Chinese clothes was not panicked at all when he fell into a disadvantage. He smiled and said.

The young man in Chinese clothes injected spiritual energy into the sword. Although he did not follow the path of sword cultivation and did not put the sword in the dantian to improve the running-in degree with the sword like Sun Zhijie, this sword was a real magic weapon.

The magic sword gradually emitted a dazzling light. Seeing that this sword technique seemed to take a long time to prepare, Ge Yiyi attacked and defended at the same time. On the one hand, she condensed a wooden shield in front of her, and on the other hand, she controlled the vines and thorns to besiege the young man in fancy clothes from all directions.

However, the young man knew that his magic spells needed time to prepare, so he had already propped up the aura shield in front of him. The vines only made a bang bang sound when they hit him, and it seemed that the aura shield could not be broken for a while.

Wu Yi shook his head when he saw this scene. At this moment, he should have made a concerted effort to interrupt the young man in fancy clothes from casting spells, otherwise, when the situation was already established, how could he stop it.

Fortunately, Ge Yiyi understood it not too late. She took a wooden hairpin from the top of her head. This thing looked plain and unpretentious, but she didn't expect it to be a magic weapon. Ge Yiyi placed it flat on her palm, slightly absorbed the aura, and said: "Go." The wooden hairpin glowed with a faint light and flew out like a scorpion's tail.

The young man in fancy clothes sneered and said, "It's too late." The sharp sword in his hand chopped down, and a sharp and powerful sword light flew out, not only cutting off all the vines that were bothering the surroundings, but also breaking the flying wooden hairpins together. The sword's momentum did not change, and Ge Yiyi's face changed slightly. She held up two wooden shields in front of her one after another, adding up to a total of three.

But the sword light was really sharp, and the offensive force did not weaken much after breaking through three wooden shields in a row. Ge Yiyi was pale at this time.

Wu Yi felt that things seemed not as he imagined. They were exchanging skills, otherwise the young man in fancy clothes should have withdrawn the sword light at this time. However, since he had seen this matter and they were from the same sect, it was not good not to take action.

Wu Yi's spiritual consciousness had long calculated the power of the sword light, and at this time he divided a spiritual energy to grind away most of the sword light. The sword light collided with Ge Yiyi's spiritual shield and failed to break through, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

The young man in gorgeous clothes looked slightly depressed. He couldn't see through Wu Yi's cultivation, but his previous sword light seemed to be stuck in a quagmire when it met the spiritual energy released by Wu Yi. It had great power but nowhere to use it, and finally its momentum was exhausted. Wu Yi was using clever force to break his swordsmanship.

Although Wu Yi had built his foundation in strength, his Qi Dao was still at the stage of nourishing Qi. He had no ability to break the opponent's long-accumulated swordsmanship with a simple wisp of spiritual energy.

The secret lies in the use of spiritual consciousness. Wu Yi mastered the art of controlling spirits before building his foundation in strength. The art of controlling spirits was originally used in conjunction with spiritual consciousness. Perhaps other foundation-building cultivators would need some time to hone their skills after breaking through before they could master this skill, but Wu Yi had the foundation and could use it quickly.

With the help of spiritual consciousness, Wu Yi could naturally mobilize spiritual energy to specifically attack the weak points of the sword light. When he felt that it was almost the same, he let the spiritual energy and sword light collide head-on, which finally led to this result.

The young man in fancy clothes looked at Wu Yi, then at Ge Yiyi, and said: "So you are the helper she invited. Wait, if you have the ability, take another move from me."

The young man in fancy clothes knew that Wu Yi's cultivation might be a little higher than his, but it should not be much higher. In the eyes of the young man in fancy clothes, the reason why Wu Yi was able to break his previous swordsmanship so easily was not only because the sword light was consumed a lot, but also because Wu Yi was watching from the side and saw the flaws. This time, since Wu Yi was out of the game, there was no time for him to see the flaws.

The young man in fancy clothes said this very cleverly. He asked Wu Yi to take his move. If Wu Yi disagreed, he could leave. Anyway, there were two people on the other side. Wu Yi alone was not sure in his heart. How could he fight against two enemies without losing face? If Wu Yi agreed carelessly and arrogantly, Wu Yi would naturally understand that it was not so easy to get the limelight.

Seeing that the person coming was Wu Yi, Ge Yiyi did not even take back her wooden hairpin, and hurriedly said: "Junior brother Wu, don't be careless, don't miss the opportunity." Wu Yi smiled with relief.

Ge Yiyi obviously felt that Wu Yi did not listen to her words, but since Wu Yi had made such a decision, she could not change anything. She stamped her feet anxiously, took back the wooden hairpin, and formed a horn with Wu Yi, ready to support Wu Yi at any time.

The young man in Chinese clothes was delighted to see that his provocation worked, and he stopped waiting and hurriedly prepared his own moves.

In fact, Wu Yi would not really be tripped by such a sentence. Wu Yi's spiritual consciousness was tightly locked on the young man in Chinese clothes. If this young man in Chinese clothes was crazy and similar to the last backhand used by Yuan Qingxi last time, Wu Yi would still interrupt him halfway. Wu Yi also had the intention of taking this opportunity to see what the results of his cultivation during this period of time were.

After accumulating for a while, the young man in Chinese clothes saw that Wu Yi really did not show any signs of interrupting him, and he still did not dare to relax. After all, Wu Yi did not open his mouth to agree, and everything was his own words. If Wu Yi chose to take action at the last moment, he would still be blind.

"Adulterer, die." The young man in Chinese clothes proudly swung the sword down.

Hearing the voice of the young man in fancy clothes, Wu Yi was a little absent-minded. He didn't know what he was thinking about. Ge Yiyi saw the sword light coming and said in panic: "Junior brother, be careful."

Awakened by Ge Yiyi's voice, Wu Yi casually glanced at the sword light, and his spiritual energy turned into a snow-white big palm, holding the sword light in his palm. The sword light rushed left and right in his palm, piercing the big palm with small bumps, but the big palm seemed to be made of cowhide, extremely tough, and no matter how the sword light acted, it was useless. In the end, it was pinched out by the gradually shrinking palm.

The young man in fancy clothes changed his face and retreated quickly. Wu Yi smiled disdainfully when he saw his figure going away.

Just when the young man in fancy clothes thought he was far away from Wu Yi, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart. As long as he entered his room and opened the ban, the golden elixir ban could not be broken by Wu Yi's magical powers.

But the young man in Chinese clothes suddenly felt a cold air beside him. Just when he turned his head to look at the source of the cold air, he suddenly found that there was a thick black snake with a waist of three or four feet beside him, staring at him with a pair of vertical pupils with ill intentions.

I have no feud with it, it should be fine. This was the last thought of the young man in Chinese clothes before being swallowed by the demon.

The onlookers couldn't help but exclaimed and quickly scattered. After swallowing the young man in Chinese clothes, the demon swam to Wu Yi and shrunk its body. It was a ghost, so it could naturally shrink its body, but the young man in Chinese clothes in its body could not be shrunk. An obvious human figure could be seen in his body, which was even more terrifying.

The demon flattered Wu Yi to take credit, and the snake licked Wu Yi's clothes. Wu Yi naturally knew what the demon was thinking, but he still looked serious.

The demon was a little embarrassed and spit out the sword used by the young man in Chinese clothes. Anyway, it couldn't swallow it, so it didn't matter to give it to Wu Yi.

Wu Yi hummed with a slightly dissatisfied look. He knew that since the spirit ghosts in the stone tablet world mastered the Nine Ghosts Locking Palace Formation, Xie rarely succeeded. After fasting for several days, he was trapped by spirit ghosts from time to time, and consumed a lot of Yin Qi.

After being summoned by Wu Yi with great difficulty, and swallowing a cultivator with full spiritual energy, how could Xie be willing to let go easily? Wu Yi didn't want to discourage Xie's enthusiasm, so he had to draw the cake that he originally intended to give to Xie first. That was the earthly evil spirit that Wu Yi saw under the gathering cave of evil ghosts in Dahuai Town. It was a must for ghosts to advance to evil ghosts.

Feeling that trace of evil spirit, Xie's mouth actually dripped saliva directly, which fell on the deck, and bursts of cold air rose.

With this exchange, Xie directly spit out the young man in gorgeous clothes. Now he has lost half his life and fainted due to the stimulation of cold air. His clothes are messy and covered with mucus, which looks extremely disgusting.

Wu Yi winked at Ge Yiyi, meaning that Ge Yiyi would handle it. Ge Yiyi did not hold back and whipped him. Without the protection of spiritual energy, the finely crafted precious clothes on the young man in gorgeous clothes had long been corroded by the evil spirit of the demon, and now they burst directly.

The young man in gorgeous clothes was directly awakened by a whip, and he screamed in pain, but he obviously did not recognize the reality. Seeing that it was Ge Yiyi who woke him up, he continued to scream until the demon swam past him and sweated on his forehead.

The next step was naturally to confess his guilt and beg for mercy.

After sending away this disgusting thing, Wu Yi took back the demon. Wu Yi looked at Ge Yiyi and didn't know what to say.

Ge Yiyi forced a smile and said: "Hello, junior brother."

Wu Yi hesitated for a while and finally said: "Why are you here?"