Chapter 388 Battle Power Comparison
Is the Penglai Immortal Sect really a place where all the sea monsters gather? ! !

Several people waited in the coastal city of the East China Sea for several days before a figure appeared in the sky outside the East China Sea.

After receiving the report from his disciples, Zeng Shushu stood on the city wall and looked towards the East China Sea. He indeed saw a figure flying slowly towards him.

When Fei met him in front of the city wall, he clasped his fists and said, "I am a disciple of the Penglai Immortal Sect. I greet all the Taoist friends from the Qingyun Sect."

Murong Ji took a look and frowned, "It's you!"

Qingqing looked in the direction of the voice and saw Murong Ji. She suddenly laughed, "It's you! Long time no see."

The voice is soft and very pleasant to hear.

Murong Ji felt a cold gaze and shuddered. He turned around and met Lu Xueqi's cold gaze. He moved closer to Lu Xueqi and said, "The woman we met at Liupo Mountain..."

Murong Ji reminded her slightly and Lu Xueqi instantly remembered. No wonder she met her at the beginning. It turned out that her sect was nearby.

When good and evil came together, these people did not get involved!
Thinking of this, Lu Xueqi couldn't help but frown, and looked at Qingqing meaningfully. The position of the Penglai Immortal Sect was a little difficult to discern!

Whether it is right or wrong remains to be seen.

"Fellow Daoist, we have been waiting here for a long time." Zeng Shushu returned the greeting with a smile, appearing extremely enthusiastic. It would have been even more perfect if he had changed his blood-stained clothes.

The next thing was the negotiation between the two sects. Qingqing did not come alone. After she stood up, several figures appeared soon after.

Zeng Shushu invited them into the house. After everyone was seated, Murong Ji glanced at the four people from Penglai Fairy Island.

Qingqing's cultivation was unfathomable, and gave him the same feeling as the nine-tailed celestial fox Xiaobai. He didn't need to think too much to know that she was a demon.

The other three were at the seventh level of Shangqing, and two at the eighth level. Wow, this was a lineup that matched that of me and the others.

Murong Ji looked at Zeng Shushu, [How could this guy be at the seventh level of Shangqing? Could it be that I have made a mistake? ]

He picked up the teacup and remained silent as he watched the negotiation situation reach a deadlock.

"Haha, you want us to give up Yunzhou? That's impossible. This place doesn't have any special features, but it's a place where people can live and work in peace and contentment." Zeng Shushu's voice was a little nonchalant.

How could he not see the intentions of the other four people? He glanced at Murong Ji vaguely, and seeing that he had no reaction, he said no more.

If he couldn't win, he would have signaled them to run away.

"Are you guys looking for something?!" Zeng Shushu suddenly said this. His words were too sudden, but when he saw one of them stiffen, he knew he was right.

I couldn't help but take a careful look. In such a big Yunzhou, are there any ancient relics?
Murong Ji also noticed it, put down his teacup, and said calmly: "How about this, we don't need you to exchange Yunzhou, let's compete, four of us, let's compete five times."

"Let's use Yunzhou and the East China Sea as the stakes. Whoever wins more times will win. How about that?"

As soon as the words fell, the room fell silent. Murong Ji stretched lazily and glanced at the woman named Qingqing.

"The East China Sea coast won't work, let's go somewhere else."

"Okay, then let's exchange Xiaozhou for Laizhou." Murong Ji lowered his eyes and looked at the reactions of the four people. He knew what they wanted to say.

Qingqing hesitated for a long time and took a deep breath. Murong Ji was ruthless enough. He directly cut off the connection between Penglai and the mainland.

The coast of the East China Sea is not just a simple seaside, it is also their gateway.

How could she not understand Murong Ji's thoughts? The resources on the seabed are countless and cover a wide range.

If Qingyun Sect really built a port on the coast of the East China Sea, that would be a big deal.

After weighing the pros and cons, Qing Qing said, "Let's exchange the East China Sea for Yunzhou. When do we start the competition?"

"It's better to choose a different day than to hit it, and let's do it now."

Murong Ji walked out the door as soon as he finished speaking. Lu Xueqi stood up and followed him, followed by Lin Jingyu.

Zeng Shushu stood up with a smile and gestured with his hands, "Everyone, please..."

Murong Ji stood in the courtyard, watching everyone coming out, "Since you agree, then make a vow to the Heavenly Dao."

Qingqing's face didn't look good. "It's such a small matter, why bother with it?"

"A small matter? Fellow Daoist Qingqing, the bet between you and me almost involves the rise and fall of the two sects. It is not a small matter. In order to restrain each other, how about making a bet and swearing an oath with the fortune of the two sects?"

Qingqing had a conflicted look on her face. The way of heaven was illusory, but cultivators believed in it very much. They could eat whatever they wanted, but they could not say whatever they wanted.

Murong Ji's face darkened instantly, "Don't tell me, you don't want to keep your promise."

"Okay, that's it."

The two parties swore an oath to the heavens. After making the oath, Murong Ji asked, "Who will go first in this first round?"

Lin Jingyu took a step forward, drew out the Dragon-Slaying Sword, held the sword in front of him, and swung it down fiercely. With this swing, murderous intent was overflowing and momentum was rising.

"I am Lin Jingyu!"

One of the four people from Penglai Immortal Sect walked out, clasped his fists and said, "Shen Shixing."

Lin Jingyu said no more and flew high into the sky first, followed closely by Shen Shixing.

Both of them are at the eighth level of Shangqing realm. Even if they are at the same realm, there are still differences in level. Next, it will depend on who has more sophisticated methods.

In just a few breaths, the fight between the two men went from testing each other to a life-and-death struggle. Murong Ji jumped onto the roof, put his hands behind his back and looked up. Lin Jingyu's swordsmanship was sharp and his attacks were fierce. He didn't care about exchanging injuries for injuries at all. The battle situation instantly turned into an overwhelming advantage.

"Junior Brother Lin's swordsmanship..." Zeng Shushu was a little envious, "Longshou Peak's swordsmanship is indeed sharp."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jingyu gave up on defense and replaced it with offense.

"The righteousness of heaven and earth!"

"Haoran lives forever!"

"I don't want to kill the immortal!"

"But kill the ghosts and gods!"

Lin Jingyu flew up and faced Shen Shixing's moves and techniques without dodging or evading, and rushed forward directly.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. This power could hurt him.

There is only one sword to slay ghosts and gods, and with this sword there is only life and death. This style of true sword technique is fierce and masculine, uses attack instead of defense, and moves forward with great power, but it also consumes a lot of one's own true energy.

Now, Lin Jingyu's true energy and blood have condensed and gathered in this sword. In terms of the true art, he has probably surpassed Wan Jianyi long ago.

"bump!"

Shen Shixing fell to the ground seriously injured, barely breathing. Qingqing hurried forward to check his injuries. His sword skills were so powerful that this blow directly injured his foundation. He was lucky to be alive.

Lin Jingyu floated down, as light as a feather. When he sheathed the sword, Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly. This Dragon-Slaying Sword was truly a perfect match with the God-Slaying Technique.

This sword was originally a Nine-Day Divine Weapon that Wan Jianyi spent a hundred years to cultivate. In addition, given Wan Jianyi's personality, the sword follows its master.

The indomitable Dragon-Slaying Sword and the God-Slaying Technique of Ten Thousand Swords united as one are a perfect match and a magical move!
“Junior Brother Lin, if you work on your foundation for a hundred years and then make a breakthrough, you will have hope of reaching the Taiqing Realm.” Murong Ji praised sincerely.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that it was not impossible for Lin Jingyu to enter the Dao through the Art of Killing Ghosts and Gods. In fact, it was too perfect.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Murong, for your guidance."

Qingqing's face didn't look good, and she asked in a deep voice, "Who's coming for the second game?"

Zeng Shushu jumped out immediately, "I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he saw the other side's seventh-level Shangqing cultivator standing up. He looked up at the battle in the sky, but his mind was filled with all kinds of mixed thoughts.

Among Tian Buyi's generation, Zeng Shuchang hid the most. How could he be the leader who stayed behind to guide the younger generations? Without some strength and vision, how could he succeed?

[Zeng Shushu also hid his cultivation! ]

Although he couldn't see it, he inexplicably had a feeling.

In fact, Zeng Shushu's appearance is not bad, and is comparable to that of her junior sister Tian Ling'er.

"Oh no, no more fighting! No more fighting! I give up, I give up."

Zeng Shushu landed next to Murong Ji, smiling, put away the Xuanyuan Sword and said nothing more.

Lin Jingyu was a little angry. Seeing that Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi did not react, he suddenly suppressed his anger and thought carefully before he understood.

It was a gambling game, but in reality it was a test of the strength of Penglai Island. Perhaps there was some kind of game he didn't understand, so he just kept silent.

Lu Xueqi said nothing more. She jumped up and waited in the air without saying a word.

Sure enough, another cultivator at the eighth level of Shangqing came to meet him.

Within fifty moves, Lu Xueqi pierced it with a sword, and swung it to the ground, throwing it to the ground.

"Pfft, cough cough cough."

The violent coughing and wailing woke everyone up, and someone from the Penglai Immortal Sect immediately flew down from the roof.

Lu Xueqi ignored Qingqing's gloomy face. Lu Xueqi's face was cold. She stood high in the sky but did not come down. She asked directly: "Who is next?"

Qingqing saw that her companions were being taken care of, she slowly exhaled, glanced at Murong Ji, suddenly jumped up and attacked Lu Xueqi.

Lu Xueqi's pupils shrank, not daring to be careless, and her body shrank back slightly. She held the sword in her right hand and made a gesture with her left hand, "The mind moves without hesitation, and the energy draws the blue thunder."

In an instant, countless thunders filled the sky.

Murong Ji looked up and saw the faint frost in the air, which seemed to be lightning flowers, but it was not easy to detect.

After blocking Qing Qing's attack, the thunder accumulated in the air suddenly burst out.

Lin Jingyu was a little surprised when he saw the fight between Lu Xueqi and Qingqing. "That Qingqing is actually a demon?!!"

I was a little shocked. The demon race had a cultivation method! The demon race had a sect! If this spread all over the world, it would really be... frightening.

How long had it been since the Beast God Tribulation? If the demon beasts could practice like humans, it would be much more terrifying than the Beast God Tribulation.

Murong Ji's face was extremely solemn. He glanced at the people at the other end of the room, and his heart sank.

(End of this chapter)