Chapter 517

It's lingyizong!

Yang Junshan looked a little stunned, but he heard that immortal Liu Qiu had sneered and said, "whether you are 'lingyizong' or 'lingerzong', you should know that this is Liangzhou, not Sangzhou. If you want to borrow the power of zongmen, you have highlighted the name in the wrong place!"

"Bold!"

One of the friars of Lingyi sect wearing a red scarf was furious when he heard that Liu Qiuzhen's words insulted his family and said, "vertical son an dares to do this. Do you think one more person can eat us? Let us know the power of our true disciples of Lingyi sect today!"

"I'm afraid you can't!"

Immortal Liu Qiu and immortal Jingyuan are the leaders of various sects and have their own pride. Although his Lingyi sect has a great name in the cultivation world and wants to compete with the Fengxue sword sect, even the true disciples of the Fengxue sword sect have not met. Why are they afraid of who?

But I saw that the red scarf friar of lingyizong had a wooden sword in his hand. Then he threw the wooden sword towards the sky. Then he took a few mysterious steps under his feet, pinched the Jue with his hands, and recited words in his mouth, like a man who pretends to be a ghost among ordinary people.

Immortal Liu Qiu wanted to laugh when he saw him, but immortal Jingyuan was eager to say, "brother Liu, be careful!"

When immortal Liu Qiu was stunned, he heard a sudden thunder on his head, and an electric light thunderbolt with thick arms had fallen.

"Lightning power!"

However, immortal Liu Qiu was startled, almost instinctively threw out a broken branch in his hand, and suddenly formed a plum tree with twigs on his head.

With a crackle and a crisp sound, the branches of the plum tree broke one after another, and the crack was scorched black. Even thunder and fire tried to ignite on the plum tree, which only made Liu Qiu's heart bleed.

"Brother Liu, don't panic, Jingyuan comes!"

Immortal Jingyuan saw that as soon as immortal Liu Qiu came up, he ate a dull loss and couldn't take care of another person. He sacrificed the magic weapon in his hand and went straight to the red scarf friar to surround Wei and save Zhao.

"Ha ha, is this the strength of Liangzhou friars!"

The red scarf friar was happy and fearless. He fought with immortal Liu Qiu and immortal Jingyuan with sarcasm. His vigorous Qi overflowed. He was born in the snowstorm and opened a huge ball. Outside the ball, he was wrapped by the wind and snow. From a distance, it was like another huge ball rolling in the air between heaven and earth, and sometimes thunder flickered on the surface of the ball.

The sudden change was that even Yang Junshan was stunned for a moment. It never occurred to him that the true disciple of Lingyi sect could cultivate the lightning magic power. If Yang Junshan guessed correctly, the wooden sword that led to the lightning light would probably be made of lightning struck wood. Such a magic weapon is at least at the level of spirit weapon.

Of course, the quality of different lightning wood is different. As Yang Junshan knows, the best lightning wood should be lightning peach wood. It is said that Lingyi sect has a millennium lightning peach wood sword, which is the treasure of Lingyi sect. Even the successive patriarchs of Lingyi sect are not qualified to wear it, and I don't know whether it is true or false.

The original situation of three to two was that the monk of Lingyi sect became a lightning power and dragged immortal Liu Qiu and immortal Jingyuan, but only Yang Junshan was left to fight one-on-one with the other monk of Lingyi sect wearing a cloak.

The real man in the cloak looked at Yang Junshan with a sneer. He and the elder martial brother around him had been walking in the cultivation world together for a long time. They had a tacit understanding with each other for a long time. When they were blocked halfway by the three people, they decided that Yang Junshan was the weakest link among the three people. Therefore, friar red scarf would show his strongest means at the beginning, In one fell swoop, they coerced real person Liu Qiu and real person Jingyuan, leaving one Yang Junshan to be dealt with by friar cloak. Once Yang Junshan was defeated or wounded, the rest would be two to two, and they could advance and retreat calmly.

As for why they decided at a glance that Yang Junshan was the weak link among the three, what they tested was the eyesight they had trained in the cultivation world.

Real person Liu Qiu and real person Jingyuan can't tell from their temperament and expression, or from their words and actions, they all have the expression of the children of the sect. These two spiritual friars know at a glance, but these things are only meaningful and unspeakable. As for Yang Junshan, they are grass-roots friars, It's just to curry favor with the two monks.

As the true preaching friars of Lingyi sect, how few friars of small forces and small sect are they in contact with? Even if such friars can advance to the real world, how many friars can there be?

The two men's plan was also right. I'm afraid nine of the friars outside the ten large doors could not compare with the children of the same level, but Yang Junshan was the remaining one, and it was still a very special one, so that the friar in cloak almost suffered a big loss when he despised the enemy!

In fact, in addition to all the above reasons, another reason is that the strength of the monk Lingyi in a cloak is greatly limited on the ice field ravaged by the cold wave, because what he cultivates is a fire magic!

The fire attribute supernatural power is famous for its overbearing burst. The monks who practice the fire attribute supernatural power are often frightening among the monks of the same level, but on this polar ice field, there is chaotic ice energy mixed in the cold wave, and the power of Bering's fire attribute supernatural power is reduced by three points.

But even so, when the monk lingyizong shot at Yang Junshan, Yang Junshan didn't dare to be careless.

And this monk lingyizong did have great strength. As soon as he made a move, he was surrounded by a sea of fire towards Yang Junshan.

If it's the usual, Yang Junshan is afraid to take it very seriously, but now

Yang Junshan patted the stone bottle at his waist without any trace, and then a cold burst at his feet. No matter how fierce the magic power of his lingyizong true disciple was, the sea of fire could not get close to Yang Junshan three feet away.

If the ice cold environment of the Arctic ice field can restrain the three-point strength of a fire magic friar, plus a millennium ice silkworm, his strength can be reduced by five points.

Just imagine that a person's magic can't threaten his opponent at all. How can this fight continue?

As soon as his hands were opened, the fire Haydn in front of him was torn open like cloth and silk, and Yang Junshan calmly escaped from the sea of fire.

Split the Earth Spirit skill. Now Yang Junshan has cultivated this family spirit skill to a state of perfection. It doesn't need to be under his feet every time, and it doesn't need to be torn every time!

Seeing that Yang Junshan broke his magic power so easily, the cloak monk of Lingyi sect suddenly changed his look and cursed. It seems that this place is not conducive to his magic power, and everyone's magic power is restrained and resentful towards him.

Yang Junshan, regardless of many, broke his first hand with one move. The mountain cleaving knife was powerful and unforgiving. The cold blade was cut down vertically. The blade had not yet reached the body, and the burst momentum had first broken the ice under his feet.

The cloaked friar exclaimed and stepped away to hurry back, but the cutting off of Yang Junshan's knife had already locked his breath. No matter how he dodged, this knife was always above his head.

The cloak friar could not hide. A flame gun also rose in front of him and turned into a huge fire snake to pick it towards the blade.

With a loud bang, although the blade was blocked, the flame condensed from the flame gun flew everywhere. The vivid fire snake was also scattered by the mountain cleaving knife, leaving only a whine from the body of the flame gun and retreated to the monk.

Yang Junshan's mountain cutting spirit technique has the upper hand. Naturally, it will not give his opponent a chance to breathe. Although the speed of the mountain cleaving knife is not fast in his hand, each blade is powerful and heavy. Although there is no flower, it is always impossible to avoid. But he had to control the flame gun and connect it hard for a while, The sound of gold and iron shook the ice field under your feet like a cobweb.

"And live!"

Naturally, the duel between Yang Junshan and monk cloak never left the attention of others. He saw his own miscalculation. Originally, the weakest link was the butt of a fierce tiger. The red scarf monk who was fighting with immortal Liu Qiu couldn't hold it anymore. He quickly forced to use the lightning power again and temporarily blew back the entanglement between them, Jump out of the snowball and shout.

Real person Liu Qiu and real person Jingyuan looked at each other, and they had a tacit understanding. However, with a knife, Yang Junshan cut the cloak monk back more than ten feet, and then he stopped the knife without fighting. However, at this time, he was still standing in the same position as Jingyuan and Liu Qiu, blocking lingyizong and lingyizong in the center.

The red scarf friar forgot to look at the sweating younger martial brother around him, his face was very ugly, and said in a deep voice: "three, do you really want to live and die with my martial brother today?"

Yang Junshan was silent and just stood firm. Liu Qiu and Jingyuan looked at each other. Although they were strong before, it can be seen that at this time, they obviously wanted to be soft, so they didn't want to make enemies with Lingyi sect. Immortal Jingyuan coughed and said: "As we said before, the cold ice vitality stone in the ice bear's nest was stolen by you two during our war with the ice bear. As long as you leave the vitality stone, we will not invade the river. How about it?"

"Hey, hey, this time, my martial brothers recognize the defeat!"

With a sneer, the red scarf friar took out three fist sized transparent stones like crystal from the storage bag, threw them on the ground, arched their hands at the three people, and said, "the green mountains do not change, and the green water flows continuously. My junior brother can not play 70% of his accomplishments on the ice field today. The three are lucky to be in Sangzhou the next day. My senior brothers will ask for advice and leave!"