Chapter 210 You have an apprentice, right? !
Walking into the hall, it was almost empty, with only a few brothers on duty. He went up to greet them, then chose an alchemy room and walked in.

These broken magic weapons can be repaired if possible, and those that cannot be repaired will be dismantled, leaving only the usable materials.

Then he melted the Spirit Master's scales, turned them into a refined liquid, and then cast them into the shape of a scabbard.

A scabbard was refined according to the patterns of the Qiheng Palace. The three nodes of the patterns on the Tianwen Sword were the places where it was nurtured.

After refining it, I tried it first. After careful exploration and feeling, I could feel the scabbard slowly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy and evil spirits.

Although the speed is extremely slow, it does have some effect after all.

Murong Ji sat cross-legged, holding the Tianwen Sword and practicing the fetal breathing method. He looked at the faint light that appeared again between the sword body and the scabbard, and let out a long breath.

After leaving Danxia Palace, it was already midnight. Murong Ji walked towards the disciple courtyard and suddenly saw a person in the square, Tian Ling'er.

Tian Ling'er's tearful eyes were extremely clear under the moonlight.

Murong Ji was speechless. Why did he run into this every time?

When he looked up again, he saw Zhang Xiaofan's dog-licking look, and he was furious. His feelings towards Zhang Xiaofan were strange, not like his junior brother.

It's more like an apprentice who is taught step by step. In comparison, I am much more responsible than Tian Buyi.

With a light sigh, I realized that the real practice is to temper my mind. I was too lazy to pay attention to them and went back to sleep.

The fifth day is also the last day of the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition.

After Murong Ji finished his breakfast, he went to do his homework. Lu Xueqi arrived first again, which made Murong Ji feel that she worked harder than him.

After handing Lu Xueqi a piece of candy, Murong Ji walked towards the square.

Standing on the "Qian" stage, the rising sun shone on Murong Ji's body, making him feel a bit scorching. He watched Qi Hao walk onto the stage step by step with an expressionless face.

"when!"

"The competition begins!"

Murong Ji looked and saw that his master had arrived at some point and was sitting upright on the stairs leading to the Yuqing Palace.

Together with the chief elders of Qingyun Sect, they looked down at the competition on the "Qian" and "Kun" arenas.

"Brother Qi, please show mercy."

"Brother Murong, you are joking. The strength of a Jade Purity Level 7 person is not much inferior to mine who is at the Jade Purity Level 9."

Murong Ji smiled and stopped talking. Looking at Tian Ling'er who was constantly cheering for Qi Hao in the audience, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

It's really too bad.

He drew out the Tianwen Sword and faced Qi Hao with the sword in hand. He was filled with fighting spirit. He had long wanted to find someone to have a good fight with, if for no other reason than to verify how strong his combat capability was at the moment.

Qi Hao's face was serious and he drew out his ice sword.

Bathed in the morning light, their bodies seemed to be coated with a layer of gold powder. The two men faced each other from a distance, but they were constantly stirring up their fighting spirit and adjusting their states.

"Who do you think will win between the two of them?"

On the high platform, one of the elders mentioned something, and instantly attracted everyone's attention to Qi Hao and Murong Ji.

Zeng Shuchang raised his eyebrows slightly, "In my opinion, Junior Brother Qi won this battle."

"Hmph! If you can judge who will win just by looking, then what's the point of competing?!" Tian Buyi had a gloomy face. He said so, but everyone knew the reality.

How many years has Qi Hao accumulated?

At the age of seven, he was brought back to Qingyun by Cangsong. At the age of nine, he reached the fourth level of Yuqing. At the age of sixteen, he reached the seventh level of Yuqing. He officially had the strength of a deacon. In the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, he was defeated by Xiao Yicai.

It took sixty years to polish the eighth and ninth floors of Yuqing.

How could Murong Ji, who had been practicing Taoism for less than twenty years, compare to him?

On the ring, unlike the exciting fight with Lu Xueqi, Murong Ji and the other man never took action.

Suddenly, Murong Ji appeared in front of Qi Hao and stabbed him with a sword.

It was so fast that almost no one saw how he got there.

Qi Hao was also surprised and startled, but he reacted quickly and raised his sword to block it. With a "ding" sound, Murong Ji retreated to his original position again.

As if it had never moved.

Looking at the frost that was constantly spreading on the Tianwen Sword, he frowned slightly. Qi Hao's magic was somewhat beyond his expectations.

With just one short strike, Murong Ji felt a chill running down his bones.

"Zheng!" The sword shook, directly shaking off the ice and frost.

[The ninth level of Yuqing Taoism is a bit risky...] Murong Ji frowned slightly. Qi Hao's foundation was quite solid. It was not realistic to use his foundation to polish his foundation.

With this attack, not only did Murong Ji figure out Qi Hao's background, but Qi Hao also figured out his.

If the strength of both parties is equal, it is not necessarily the case that the one who takes the initiative will have the upper hand. Murong Ji deeply agrees with this. There are countermeasures in the three-way grappling technique of Tianshan Zhemei Hand.

Murong Ji didn't believe that the Qingyun Sect, which had been passed down for thousands of years, didn't have similar means.

Qi Hao smiled and said, "Brother Murong, be careful."

The next moment, a sword was swung out, sending out a white sword energy that was cold and fierce.

Murong Ji also fought back with sword energy, but in contrast, the sword energy was extremely hot.

"Stab!"

The two sword energies dissipated instantly.

Without any unnecessary words, the war broke out in an instant. Every move was aimed at the vital points and every sword was murderous. After the two men tested each other, they went all out in the fight.

"Buzz!"

Murong Ji shook off the frost that kept invading the sword, his face turned ashen. Qi Hao's magic was really difficult to deal with. If one was not careful, the meridians would be eroded by the frost.

Somewhat helpless, Murong Ji turned his sword and used the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, transforming his palm power into sword energy to resist the erosion of Qi Hao's cold air. The effect was good, reversing the disadvantage.

"Kill!" Qi Hao increased his momentum and turned the battle around.

Long Shou Peak has always been famous throughout the world for his profound swordsmanship. Among the four great sword techniques of the Qingyun Sect, Long Shou Peak's swordsmanship is the best, with the greatest killing power and the most fierce.

Qi Hao would not allow anyone to use swordsmanship that would surpass Long Shoufeng's sword.

"Ding!"

Thirteen sword strikes were exchanged, and the two retreated back. Both were somewhat embarrassed, but it was hard to tell who was the winner.

Qi Hao's face turned pale. Murong Ji's swordsmanship was extremely tricky. He almost couldn't take on a few of the swords and almost capsized.

"Brother Murong, be careful."

The next moment, Qi Hao took the initiative to attack, and with one swing of his sword, several icy spikes appeared.

The icicles were like sharp swords, shooting towards Murong Ji from all directions.

Murong Ji's eyes lit up and he raised his mouth slightly. Isn't this a coincidence? He also has a similar move.

Draw your sword!

What followed was countless sword energies shooting out.

"Puff puff"

The ice and sword energy collided and counteracted each other. The sword energy was unstoppable and after shattering the ice, there was still enough strength to kill Qi Hao.

Qi Hao's face changed. His sword moves, which had always been effective, now looked like a joke.

A sword beam quickly slashed in front of him, and in an instant, an ice wall more than a foot thick stood up.

"Puff puff"

The sword energy shot out on it and only left white marks. This defense was truly amazing.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly, and the Tianwen Sword in his hand was summoned out, almost turning into a stream of light. With a "bang", it crashed into the ice wall half a foot deep.

It then got stuck in the ice wall, and the marks left by the collision slowly healed, but the Tianwen Sword was trapped inside.

Murong Ji's face changed slightly, and he tried to fly his sword several times but failed to escape.

When he pushed out his hands, endless sword energy spread out.

"Puff puff!"

The sword energy impacted and accumulated with each other, and within a few breaths, a hole was pierced in the ice wall.

"Zheng!"

The Tianwen Sword was freed, and using it to guide the sword energy, it broke through the ice wall in a moment.

Qi Hao's face turned pale, his moves were broken, and he could only fly high into the sky with his sword. Standing in the air, he looked down.

[It's really amazing! Murong Ji was able to take away Li Xun's weapon from Fenxiang Valley. He must have some skills. ]

"This sword technique is really sharp!" Qi Hao couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Murong Ji looked up and met Qi Hao's solemn eyes.

At this moment, Qi Hao looked as if he had merged with the world. He was dressed in white, not stained with a trace of dust, and looked extraordinary and otherworldly.

Coupled with his handsome and resolute face, and peerless demeanor, he truly looked like a banished immortal.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly. He was under a lot of pressure. Qi Hao had a solid foundation and his moves were not much weaker than his.

You know, Lu Zu's swordsmanship was a top-notch inheritance in the previous life.

Qi Hao's snow-white clothes fluttered in the wind, as if he was walking on the sunshine, like a dream. His peerless figure made people unable to help but bow down in admiration.

Murong Ji smiled and said, "What a great momentum!"

Behind Qi Hao, it slowly turned into a ray of light, which was still a little unclear under the sunlight.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and looked around. He felt as if something was converging towards him in the surrounding heaven and earth.

"Crack!"

With a thunderous sound, dark clouds between heaven and earth slowly gathered together. In a few breaths, they had gathered on the square. Murong Ji and Qi Hao looked at the "Kun" stage together.

"Brother Murong, the outcome will soon be decided, so we have to hurry up."

"Okay, I'll listen to Brother Qi." As soon as he finished speaking, the Tianwen Sword suddenly appeared in front of Qi Hao.

Qi Hao was startled and dodged in a hurry. The sword flew past his ear and the sound of the wind made his cheek hurt.

"not good!"

Looking back, he saw the Tianwen Sword directly cutting off the sword formation patterns that were slowly condensing behind him.

Murong Ji smiled. He himself was an expert in formations. Moreover, Qingyun Sect was a sect that started out with sword formations.

Since the sword formation was so extensive, how could he not be prepared?

Qi Hao is a shrewd man, and he wants to use the timing of Lu Xueqi's sword technique to cover up the traces of the sword formation.

Qi Hao looked at the formation pattern and it stopped, with a look of shock on his face, but then he smiled, "Junior Brother Murong Ji is really capable, but his reaction is a little slow."

Murong Ji was startled and looked up, but he was a step too late. The sword formation had already taken shape, and countless ice cones densely covered the sky.

With the help of Lu Xueqi's magic sword and thunder-controlling secret technique, the water vapor gathered from all directions, Qi Hao's sword formation became much more powerful.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself that something was wrong. Before he could make any move, icicles fell like rain.

(End of this chapter)