Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 92: Empty Traces (Part )

"The second match won't be easy. I just watched the match between Pingding Sect and Xianyi Sect. Pingding Sect didn't show any real skills at all. Even Gongshu Ye didn't appear. They completely reserved their strength to deal with us and Lingyun Sect."

As the loyal secretary of the Zhengyang Sect team, Sun Qinghan did not forget to observe the battle situation in the next arena even when the fighting in this arena was at its most intense.

"Senior Sister Li consumed too much energy in the last battle, so I don't recommend her to fight in this one. Senior Brother Yun didn't consume much energy, so two hours of recovery is enough to get him back to his peak form."

"Although Gongshu Ye is said to be practicing puppetry, his combat style is more similar to physical cultivation. I don't recommend engaging him head-on."

"So in this match, I suggest that Senior Brother Yun take the lead, I'll play second fiddle, and finally... Junior Brother Lin finishes."

"Junior Brother Lin, what do you think? Junior Brother Lin? Junior Brother Lin?"

"Are you done, good brother?" Lin Jian was clinging to Haruyuki's arm like a cricket pupa with an addiction. "More! More! Please, I'll do anything."

The God's Lock is really useful.

This skill can not only help Lin Jian restrain the never-ending brainstorming in his mind, but can even become the most solid shield in his sea of ​​consciousness when his own spiritual consciousness can no longer withstand it.

In fact, Lin Jian now suspects that the reason why he can refine the magic weapon so quickly is also because of it.

If it weren't for the Divine Chain, I would have been in trouble just now.

It can only be said that the world of cultivating immortals is full of wonders. Any cultivator who does not pursue all-round development of himself is likely to fail at any time in some inadvertent corner without anyone noticing.

If he can come up with such a powerful skill, he can definitely come up with a second one. Lin Jian believes in the strength of the Idea King.

Haruyuki crossed his arms and turned his head away proudly, "I'm not doing anything good!"

She hasn't gained any benefits for a long time since she last offended the world's wealth.

This made her doubt whether she would really be living in poverty for the rest of her life.

"Some brothers do."

Lin Jian pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and said, "I've prepared it for you a long time ago. I begged for it by defying the will of heaven to change your fate. I was just busy and forgot to give it to you."

"Really?"

Haruyuki's eyes lit up, and he snatched the slip of paper away, reading the words clearly.

"On October 2nd, Year Yi Si, I learned a secret technique from the Spring Snow Sword Immortal in the forest—the Divine Lock. I used it to offset my debt of ninety high-grade spirit stones. Congratulations, you're about to successfully repay the loan!"

Signed by: Lin Jian

"emmmmm"

"emmmmm"

"How come it's already in double digits?" Haruyuki frowned.

"Heaven... Heaven suppresses?"

Haruyuki concentrated for a moment, then nodded solemnly, "That makes sense."

Then, with a smile on his face, he stuffed the note into the belt on his lower abdomen and hid it. "Since you have worked hard to fight against the law of nature for me, I have decided to show you something good."

Chunxue put the same jade stone that had been prepared long ago into Linjian's hand.

With a touch of spiritual awareness, Lin Jian first saw the name clearly—

Empty Trace

"This is an entry-level secret sword technique. It's quite difficult." Chunxue folded his hands and looked up at the sky at a 30-degree angle. "You'll slowly comprehend it. Don't be discouraged if you can't master it, as many people can't."

"Hmph!" Lin Jian sneered, "Who are you looking down on? Haven't you heard everyone in the sect say I'm a little genius in swordsmanship? I'll show you in the next fight!"

"Really?" Haruyuki said with a sneer in his tone, "That's great."

As he spoke, Lin Jian's spiritual consciousness scanned the entire contents recorded in the jade stone and chuckled, "I was just kidding..."

Is this something that people practice?
“…” Looking at the back of Lin Jian’s head, Sun Qinghan felt his anger rising uncontrollably.

Are you the leader or am I? You are silent when making decisions, but when fighting comes, you just do it.

We are still discussing the next strategy, but you are laughing with your mascot.

"What are they doing?" Yun Feiyang was full of doubts.

"A unique way to play, right?" Li Qingyu opened his eyes, a hint of envy in his eyes. "If I had known that mortals were so much fun, I would have gone and captured one too..."

“???” Sun Qinghan: a poet from Quandu tribe.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and the referee seat received the battle lists prepared by the disciples of the four sects.

Following the referee's order, the first disciples from Zhengyang Sect and Hepingding Sect came on the field together.

The moment he saw the opponent's disciples coming out, Elder Tong of the Zhengyang Sect narrowed his eyes slightly in the referee's seat and asked, "What are you planning to do?"

The Pingding Sect elder stroked his gray beard with a smile, "Xiaoye is just like that. He either doesn't go up, or he's the first one to go up. There's nothing we can do to stop him."

Upon seeing his opponent, Sun Qinghan frowned warily, "He wants to go all three in one go!"

The result of the previous guess was correct, but the process was wrong.

The opponent didn't even bother to wait for the last move, but instead played his cards openly at the first opportunity.

Normally, each family would save their trump card for the finale, but Pingding Sect did the opposite.

Either they are stupid, or... this Gongshu Ye has other magical powers.

Fighting from beginning to end will not only not consume his strength, but may instead give him a certain increase.

The moment he realized this problem, Sun Qinghan shouted anxiously, "Brother Yun, be careful. If things get too late, give up!"

Yun Feiyang raised his lips into a wicked smile, "Hmph! Just wait and see how I deal with him..."

Less than half a cup of tea had passed since he finished speaking when Gongshu Ye, with his bronze skin exposed, pulled him out of his Wood Spirit Realm.

Needless to say, the consequences of a mage being bullied by a warrior were obvious. Gongshu Ye, like a little bronze man, rained down punches, and in just a few hits, Yun Feiyang was beaten black and blue.

"I give up! I give up!" Yun Feiyang shouted repeatedly.

He felt that his opponent really wanted to kill him.

He didn't know how to hold back when fighting, he was really trying to kill me!

Even when the referee, who was at the Jindan stage, came on stage to intervene, he was immediately pushed away by Gongshu Ye.

It was only when the elder of the Pingding Sect on the referee's bench spoke out loudly that the mad-looking Gongshu Ye slowly stopped his momentum.

Yun Feiyang, who was being carried away, took a last look at Gongshu Ye's eyes, which were slowly fading from scarlet, and felt his calves trembling.

"Who the hell are these people?"

"What kind of monsters are these disciples this year?"

"It's your turn." Yun Feiyang, who was carried back, said to Sun Qinghan with a bitter face.

"I know..." Sun Qinghan bit his lips and teeth, feeling pessimistic.

This guy has thick skin and can withstand a fight better than a physical cultivator.

The surface of his bronze skin was engraved with patterns of refining weapons. He didn't even bother to look at Senior Brother Yun's many techniques. He already had the legendary feeling of being invulnerable to all attacks after achieving great success in physical cultivation.

Moreover, his spiritual perception was sharp, and any misleading magic or illusion seemed completely useless to him. He caught Senior Brother Yun, who was hiding in his own Wood Spirit Realm, in just a few moves.

I don’t know how many kinds of magical weapons this guy has transformed his body into.

"I don't know if I can handle it..."

(End of this chapter)