Chapter 207 Mingyang Taoist
The temperature rises and falls suddenly, and between the rise and fall, countless water vapor and smoke evaporate.

The spells and tricks collided and consumed each other, and when the scene could be seen clearly, countless sword energies appeared in the void, blocking the space for Yin and Yang to move.

Yin Yang sighed, "Junior Brother Murong Ji is really good at swordsmanship. I lost."

"Thank you." Murong Ji replied with a fist salute.

The moment the words fell, endless sword energy instantly dissipated, returning to heaven and earth, never to be found again.

"The winner is Dazhu Peak Murong Ji!"

Murong Ji exhaled, turned around and was about to leave, when he heard a voice behind him, "Junior Brother Murong, wait a moment."

Turning his head to look, Yin Yang took a few quick steps forward, clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "May I ask what the name of this sword technique is? I also want to practice a sword technique."

As he said this, he glanced at his magic weapon with some embarrassment. His magic and sword skills did not match, so the magic weapon became somewhat useless.

Murong Ji smiled and said, "Pure Yang Sword Technique, Xi Yi Sword Technique."

Seeing Yin Yang thinking, Murong Ji said, "Brother Yin Yang, your Taoist magic is quite powerful. Why don't you concentrate on studying it? You will surely achieve something in the future."

Yin Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Junior Brother Murong, you don't know that my qualifications are limited."

Murong Ji didn't say much, he didn't have any intention of helping others.

I once heard a master say that as long as you cross the threshold of the fourth level of Jade Purity, you can reach the seventh level of Jade Purity through diligent practice. If you are lucky, you can break through to the eighth level of Jade Purity.

What is the concept of the Eighth Level of Yuqing?
In Qingyun Sect, he was a junior elder, and at the foot of the mountain, he was a local overlord. He became the lord of a city and the deacon of Qingyun.

Saying that one's qualifications are limited either means that one has a bad foundation or has lost the spirit of advancement.

"My junior brother suggested that I change my name earlier. I think it makes sense, but I'm not sure what name to change it to. Why don't you give me some advice?"

Murong Ji smiled and said, "Brother, you can make your own decision. I...haha, I really don't have much talent. Please forgive me, brother."

Yin Yang didn't care and thought carefully, "Junior brother, what do you say if I change my name to Ming Yang?"

Murong Ji was startled. Why did it sound more like a cannon fodder's name? !
"Very good, very good."

"Haha, Junior Brother thinks so too. I also think Mingyang is a good name."

Murong Ji finally got rid of Yin Yang, uh, now called Ming Yang. Finally got rid of the entanglement and hurriedly walked towards the "Qian" platform.

He walked behind the master and his wife and whispered, "Master and his wife, I was lucky enough to win another game."

Tian Buyi nodded with a smile on his face and said, "Not bad. Mingyang from Changmen (another name for Tongtian Peak) is also at the sixth level of Yuqing. He has great skills and is a good candidate for breaking through to Shangqing."

"You can beat him, that's great." At this point, he suddenly asked, "Where's Xiaofan?"

Murong Ji was startled, "I haven't seen it yet." Then he said, "I will go and see it right away."

Tian Buyi nodded and said no more.

Murong Ji squeezed through the crowd at Fenghui Peak and came to the front of the stage. He looked up and saw the fire stick exploding with green light. Zhang Xiaofan let out a long roar toward the sky, and then without saying a word he rushed into the flames created by the fire dragon.

Murong Ji slapped him on the face. There was really nothing to say. He could have avoided it.

Zhang Xiaofan followed Murong Ji's method and spread his true energy throughout his body. With the help of the green light of the magic weapon to protect himself, he rushed into the flames and found that the flames were not so scorching.

He had never practiced any magic except the stick techniques taught by Murong Ji. If it was a life-and-death battle and there were no restrictions on the venue, he would not be able to get close to his opponent.

If you don’t practice magic, you can’t even hit your opponent’s body.

But now it's a competition, Zhang Xiaofan just wants to get close quickly and hit Peng Chang with a stick.

After rushing out of the sea of ​​fire, Zhang Xiaofan saw that Peng Chang was still a little dazed, and without saying a word, he swung at him with a stick.

With a dull thud, Peng Chang fell to the ground in a faint.

The Feng Hui Peak disciples present were silent, staring blankly at Zhang Xiaofan in the firelight, some of them unable to say anything.

It seems so reasonable, but not so reasonable.

Shouldn't they be fighting with magic? It's a battle between you and me, just to see who has better basic skills and magic. Why did it suddenly...

The presiding elder went forward to check on Peng Chang's condition and shouted loudly.

"The winner is Zhang Xiaofan from Dazhu Peak."

Zhang Xiaofan laughed, and when he saw Murong Ji, he suddenly jumped down, "Seventh Senior Brother."

Murong Ji had a dark face and poked his finger on his forehead, "Are you stupid? Are you stupid?"

"You rushed forward when you could have avoided this move?!"

Zhang Xiaofan rubbed his forehead and said, "Don't I have the methods my senior brother taught me? Those methods have no effect on me."

Murong Ji had a dark face, and regardless of the shocked looks of his fellow disciples from Feng Hui Peak, he reprimanded, "Can't you just attack with a spell that can reduce the damage of a ranged attack?!"

"What if the opponent's moves are extremely powerful and beyond your tolerance! You have no brains!" Murong Ji glanced at Peng Chang who was being carried away.

Murong Ji continued, "Really? The opponent is brainless, and you followed him recklessly? During the battle, it's ok for you to stand still, and you can tolerate being distracted during the battle, but you are so sure that your magic is invincible?"

"He's so stupid, just like Zeng Shushu."

Zhang Xiaofan: “…”

The latter sentence is what you want to say the most, right? ! !

Murong Ji ignored the angry eyes of the Fenghui Peak disciples around him and walked towards the "Qian" stage with Zhang Xiaofan. Tomorrow, he would face Zeng Shushu, and settle all the new and old grudges together.

"Seventh Senior Brother, I...I should be facing off against the eldest senior brother tomorrow."

Murong Ji looked back at Zhang Xiaofan, somewhat marveling at his good luck. Zhang Xiaofan had a solid foundation, so he figured out a way to use his true Qi to protect his body and reduce the damage from magic.

By shifting the battle situation from a competition of magic techniques to a competition of basic skills, the modified 'Zhemei Hand' stick technique taught to Zhang Xiaofan would come in handy.

"Don't worry, Big Brother lost."

"Ah?! The eldest brother lost?!"

"Yes, and, Senior Brother helped you kill tomorrow's opponent."

Zhang Xiaofan was a little confused and wanted to ask again, but Murong Ji didn't seem to want to talk anymore.

Walking behind the master and his wife, he saw that Tian Buyi's face was ashen, Tian Ling'er looked depressed and about to cry, and his wife Su Ru was comforting her softly.

Murong Ji glanced around and saw Lu Xueqi on the other side of the ring looking at him from afar. He quickly took out a candy and threw it over.

Lu Xueqi caught it subconsciously, and then her whole body went blank and she caught it uncontrollably.

After she realized what was happening, she put it into her belt silently with a cold face, then stared at him with a pair of cold eyes.

Murong Ji ignored her and walked forward and said, "Master, Master's Wife, Xiaofan won a game by luck."

Murong Ji's words made them stunned and their expressions became a little strange. It was really an indescribable feeling. The way they looked at Zhang Xiaofan was not right.

Even if Murong Ji taught him privately, how strong could he be?
The time of cultivation is still short, and he can only reach the fourth or fifth level of Yuqing at most.

What kind of game is this? Those with cultivation above the sixth level of Jade Purity, both the senior brother and the junior sister Ling'er have lost...

Tian Buyi said nothing and led everyone back to the disciples' compound.

After walking into the room and sitting at the top, he asked, "Xiao Fan, how did you win?!"

Zhang Xiaofan was so timid that he couldn't speak.

Seeing this, Tian Buyi let out a long sigh. His little disciple couldn't even do anything with a kick. Who would believe that he could beat an elite disciple of the sixth level of Yuqing?

"Seventh Brother! You say!"

Murong Ji came out and saluted, saying, "Master, I have taught you a trick to avoid the powerful spells and only compete with the opponent in basic skills to wear him down..."

After Murong Ji finished speaking, there was silence in the room.

"Seventh Junior Brother! If you had told us such a sinister move earlier, we would still be able to keep a few people."

Murong was extremely dissatisfied. "Sixth Senior Brother, how can this be considered as insidious? I withstood the damage with my strength, and I also used my strength to catch them off guard. How can this be considered as insidious?"

"Alright! Go and rest."

Master Tian Buyi spoke, and everyone fell silent instantly. Tian Buyi stared at Zhang Xiaofan and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Seventh Brother, take care of the blood clot in his body."

"Yes, Master." As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji slapped Zhang Xiaofan on the chest.

"puff!"

Zhang Xiaofan spat out a mouthful of blood.

Early on the fourth day.

Murong Ji walked out of the room and stretched.

A cry came from behind, "What's wrong, Lao Liu?"

"Why does my waist hurt so much? It feels like someone kicked me."

"Did you get hurt yesterday?"

Murong Ji listened to the discussion of his fellow brothers and turned around and said, "Big Brother, I'm going to do my homework."

He walked to the small square behind the disciples' courtyard and did morning lessons with Lu Xueqi. Without saying a word to each other, Lu Xueqi took the candy from Murong Ji and left.

Murong Ji returned to the house, had breakfast, and then went to the square with his fellow disciples.

He looked back at Zhang Xiaofan who was following behind him, and he was still so nervous.

"Xiao Fan, don't be nervous. I saw the fight between Senior Brother and Senior Brother Chang Jian yesterday. I think Senior Brother Chang Jian is now like Senior Brother, unable to get out of bed. So, just lie down and win."

Zhang Xiaofan: “…”

"Hello, Senior Brother Zeng."

"Hello, Junior Brother Tian."

Murong Ji was finally able to open his eyes. Yesterday they were fighting to the death and exposing each other's secrets, losing all their face and dignity, but today when they met, they were like nothing had happened.

Zeng Shushu happened to come over, glanced at Murong Ji, and then said to Zhang Xiaofan: "I didn't expect you to be a hidden talent."

"It was I who asked my senior brother to show mercy yesterday."

Murong Ji snorted coldly: "Zeng Shushu, you are blind. Are you deaf as well? Where did Peng Chang hold back? Go ask your fellow disciples."

Zeng Shushu raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said: "That's why I..." Seeing the disciples of Fenghui Peak approaching from afar, his expression immediately changed.

(End of this chapter)