Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 278 Teaching, Glazed Treasure Lamp

"Boom!" With a loud bang, Yu Xing arrived in front of Hongqiao in a flash.

A fire cloud was holding up Yu Xing's feet. He wore a Nine Flames Crown and a red flame robe, and was surrounded by fire spiritual power.

The momentum is contained but not yet released, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Junior Brother Fang, I am very happy to have such a good disciple.

Let me weigh this Junior-Martial Brother Qin Yu."

Yu Xing stretched out one hand, and his magic power surged and turned into a large red jade hand, grabbing Qin Yu on the Rainbow Bridge.

There was a surge of undercurrents in his heart.

'It's not easy for me to kill my fellow disciples in public.

But Junior Brother Fang, if the disciple from the disciple-recruiting ceremony is captured, can you still gain a foothold in Fengling Immortal City?

"Asshole! We were fighting among fellow disciples, but you, Junior Brother Yu, won!!"

On the Moon-Watching Platform, Luo Shengyi's face looked grim, and he immediately used all his strength to activate the "Taibai Gengjin Sword Technique".

"Buzz!"

The golden sword in his hand rang repeatedly, and the sharp Gengjin sword energy surged out from his hand.

"call out!"

"crash"

A blue gem emerged, slowly rotating and turning into a spring.

The spring was sparkling, and azure light flowed out, blocking the golden magic sword.

A vast aura locked onto Luo Shengyi, and a cold voice rang out.

“Junior Sister Luo, Junior Brother Yu and Junior Brother Fang are the family affairs of Yuping Peak.

You and I are outsiders, so we should stay out of this and let the two brothers handle it properly."

"Wei Jiuxiao, it's you!" A trace of anxiety flashed in Luo Shengyi's eyes.

Fang Yi's disciple-recruiting ceremony was to inform the many foundation-building masters in the Examination Pavilion, symbolizing the first step in the alliance between the Spiritual Medical Hall and Luo Shengyi.

She absolutely doesn't want to be disturbed!

But Wei Jiuxiao had such overwhelming power that it would be difficult for him to win even if he used all his strength.

His eyes swept over Qian Chuanzi, who was also stopped by Wei Qiong of the Wei family.

The other foundation-building masters who were on good terms with him were also stopped by their opponents.

On the Moon Viewing Platform, blue, black, white, yellow and red lights collided endlessly.

But both sides had concerns and could not use their full strength.

After all, this is Fengling Fairy City, where a Jindan Zhenren is in charge.

She thought to herself that this was not good. Fang Yi was just a medical practitioner in the foundation-building stage, so how could he be a match for Yu Xing?

Luo Shengyi looked closely and saw that Yu Xing was just like her before her breakthrough.

He is at the third level of foundation building, only a step away from the middle stage of foundation building, but he lacks momentum, which means he has suffered a hidden injury.

She sighed slightly in her heart and looked forward to it secretly.

'I just hope Junior Brother Fang can hold on for a while and not lose too badly.

Otherwise, the reputation that was previously accumulated through the promotion of the Chenglu Dharma Assembly and fellow Taoists will be burned to ashes.

After all, cultivators are respected based on their cultivation and combat power.'

A corner of the Moon Viewing Platform.

A black and white umbrella magic weapon slowly opened.

A silver-haired monk and a green-robed monk stood under the Luosan magic weapon.

The Luosan magic weapon slowly turned, and rays of sky-blue spiritual light fell from the umbrella's brim.

The spiritual light was like water dripping from an eaves, continuous and uninterrupted, easily concealing the auras of the two foundation-building monks under the umbrella.

Master Qingfeng was wearing a plain white robe embroidered with several red-crowned cranes, and a light breeze was blowing around him.

He taught to the disciples beside him.

"Shaohong, what do you think will be the outcome of the fight between Fang Yi and Yu Xing, my nephews?"

Jing Shaohong has sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He wears a dark green crown on his head and a Qingfeng Fuyao robe in his clothes. His sleeves flutter in the wind, and he looks extremely elegant.

"Naturally, Senior Brother Yu has a better chance of winning.

Senior Brother Yu has been practicing with Uncle Senior Brother Xiao Changce for sixty years. He has a fire spirit root and is very good at fighting.

Don't talk about who wins or loses, but how many of his attacks can Fang Junior Brother block?"

Jing Shaohong paused slightly, with a look of deep doubt in his eyes.

"Master, didn't you tell me earlier that you would look after Junior Brother Fang?

Given this situation, I’m afraid Junior Brother Fang will lose all face.

The newly built Spiritual Medical Clinic also failed to gain public support after this battle."

Master Qingfeng stroked his long beard, sighed slightly, and spoke in a helpless tone.

“Your nephew is the bloodline of Senior Brother Xiao, a rare talent.

I wanted to stand up for him before leaving my position as the head of the Examination Hall.

But Junior Brother Jiuxiao sought out Junior Brother Yu to take action.

The dispute between the two involves the inheritance of Senior Brother Xiao's legacy, but I cannot afford to bully the weak.

However, as a peer, Shaohong, you can certainly help out.
Don’t let outsiders laugh at my lineage.”

Jing Shaohong frowned, then relaxed again.

His magical power surged, and a magical feather fan appeared in his hand, surrounded by a faint wind and spiritual power.

"Master, rest assured, once Junior Brother Fang is defeated by Senior Brother Yu, I will intervene.
The winner has already been decided, so don't make things too awkward."

Looking at the big red hand wrapped in fire grabbing towards him, Fang Yi's eyes turned cold.

"It's really noisy."

He knew that this was the most critical moment in the disciple-recruiting ceremony.

If he is defeated easily, all his accumulated reputation will be wiped out.

Not to mention anything else, as long as Wei Jiuxiao or Yu Xing let the real masters in the sect know, he can't even protect his disciples.

At least one cultivator who is good at fighting will come to the Spiritual Medical Clinic to share power.

How could Fang Yi be willing to have the meat in his mouth cut into pieces?

He reached out and pushed away Qin Yu, who was pale but still standing in front of him.

“You can’t get involved in the affairs of the Foundation Establishment cultivators right now.

Qin Yu, my disciple, I will show you today how spiritual healers like me compete with cultivators of the same rank.
There are no skills that are not good at fighting, there are only monks who are not good at fighting."

"Little Seven!"

Fang Yi slapped his pet bag, and a topaz-colored spiritual light shot out, transforming into a small silver-white beast, its feet stepping into the void. "Hmph!"

Seeing the blazing handprint coming, he smiled coldly, and the demonic power in his body surged, and in an instant he split a layer of rock armor.

The small and exquisite Wu Earth Treasure Gourd was raised by him, and ancient and heavy runes flowed on the gourd.

The gourd tilted slightly, and golden spiritual sand gushed out, turning into a sandstorm.

Sand and rocks flew everywhere, spiritual sand surged, and the sandstorm easily broke up Hongyu's big hand, and then swept towards Yu Xing.

"A second-level low-grade demon pet?" Yu Xing smiled jokingly.

“But it’s equivalent to the first level of foundation building. How can such a demon pet want to stop me?
Junior Brother Fang, you should let me teach Qin Yu for a few days."

"How many days will you teach?"

Fang Yi's face was cold, with a gleam in his eyes as he searched for Yu Xing's flaws.

“I will teach my disciples myself, and I don’t need other senior brothers to do it for me.

However, I noticed that Senior Brother Yu's energy was unstable and he was getting angry.

Is this an internal injury? "

His magical power surged, and the banner of withering and flourishing in the world of ruins appeared in his hand.

Nearly twenty foundation-building masters from the Xuanyang Mountain Examination Pavilion have gathered on the Moon-Watching Terrace.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, it was difficult for the evildoers to use their methods, but Yu Xing alone was not enough to make them surrender.

Fang Yi was surrounded by green light as he instructed Qin Yu behind him.

"Qin Yu, for cultivators like me who have embarked on the path to immortality, it is particularly important to take care of our physical bodies while absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy."

Yu Xing pointed with his finger, his tone full of disdain.

"Don't be like your Uncle Yu, who is still forcing his magic power even though his body hasn't recovered yet.

As such, it will become increasingly difficult for him to achieve breakthroughs in his cultivation level.”

The demonic power of the Seven Rings surged, and stone pillars rose into the sky.

"you!"

Yu Xing's face looked grim, as if he could sense the teasing smiles of the foundation-building monks around him.

"Good! Good! Good! Junior Brother Fang, you still have the energy to teach the younger generation after fighting with me!"

A mountain-shaped magic weapon appeared in his hand, with gurgling magma and rolling heat waves on the magic weapon.

Yu Xing activated the magic weapon with his backhand, and Lingfeng smashed the rock blade that was shooting towards him, then continued to kill Qijie.

"Junior Brother Fang, come and experience the power of my Explosive Flame Peak."

His eyes were gloomy and he was secretly determined to kill Qijie even if he couldn't take Fang Yi's life.

'A second-level demon beast is enough to make you, Junior Brother Fang, heartbroken.

Don't blame me, brother. If you want to blame someone, blame your own family for blocking my way!

Qijie was wearing rock armor, and his mind was connected with Fang Yi, and the earth spiritual power gathered around his body.

It transformed into a topaz-colored spiritual light, combined with the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd, and crashed into the Explosive Peak, which was flowing with magma and had incredible power.

"Boom!"

A violent roar echoed in the void.

The topaz-colored meteorite and the explosive peak continued to collide.

Tens of breaths later.

Qijie revealed his true form, his breath was weak and his face was pale.

Obviously, even with the help of the Wu Earth Treasure Gourd, it is no match for the Explosive Flame Peak activated by Yu Xing.

"Junior Brother Fang, how many more hits can your demon pet take from me?"

Seeing the Qijie's energy slipping, Yu Xingsen smiled coldly, and with his magic power, he slapped his backhand, urging the Explosive Flame Peak to continue smashing towards the Qijie.

Fang Yi raised his brows slightly, and the banner of the withered and flourishing world in his hand fluttered.

Rich vitality gathers together, and mysterious spiritual characters flow and collide on the banner.

He continued to teach Qin Yu.

“Spiritual doctors like us were first born because the ancient war between humans and demons was too tragic.

Countless monks were seriously injured on the battlefield and were difficult to treat. For this reason, some powerful people opened up the way of spiritual medicine."

Fang Yi sensed the withered and flourishing banner, and in the mire of flesh and blood, there was a Yin Bone corpse holding a bronze axe, surrounded by corpse qi and death qi, ready to move.

With a thought, he pressed down the Yin Bone Corpse and continued to speak without changing his expression.

"Therefore, although we medical practitioners are not good at fighting, we do not refuse to fight."

"Master, I understand."

"Crash!"

On the Ruins Realm's withered and flourishing banner, mysterious runes collided and transformed into the phantom of a demon god.

The demon god was wearing a Yimu Changqing robe, holding a medicine furnace, with a compassionate look on his face.

As Fang Yi poured his magic power into it, the crown of creation on the top of the demon god began to emit green light.

"Buzz!"

The emerald medicine furnace tilted, and Yimu's longevity energy fell like a waterfall. The Ruins Realm's withering and flourishing banner turned into a 13th-grade blue lotus, holding up the silver-white little beast.

Yimu's long-lasting vitality cooperated with the Xujie Kurong Banner that transformed into a third-grade blue lotus, although it was not fully activated.

But Qijie's Qi also recovered and rose rapidly.

"Boom!"

The topaz-colored meteorite once again collided with the Lingfeng magic weapon that was gurgling with magma.

The colors yellow, green and red flow.

The three-colored spiritual tides of wood, fire and earth roll endlessly.

Time flies, and half an hour has passed.

Looking at the Explosive Flame Peak that was gradually being suppressed, Fang Yi's clothes fluttered, and with a wave of his sleeves, he launched another Yi Mu Rejuvenation Technique.

"Qin Yu, you practice the way of spiritual medicine. You should know that we spiritual doctors are just not good at direct combat.

But if you want to defeat a cultivator of the same level, it is not difficult.

What's more, he is a half-crippled monk?"

"It's Master!" Qin Yu's eyes were filled with shock. Spiritual doctors are not good at fighting.

He also thought so, and never expected to see such a scene today.

"Half-crippled?" Yu Xing's face flushed red, as if he had heard the monks' whispering ridicule.

His face turned grim, and an ancient glass lamp appeared in his hand.

(End of this chapter)