Stunning beauty

Confucian camp, in front of the tent.

Sanzang and Bai Wangyu sacrificed their own cultivation and foundation to force Li Ziye to pass on their skills, and the fusion of three types of zhenqi with completely different attributes, and the terrifying backlash force, instantly severely injured the three of them.

"Uh!"

The corners of Sanzang's and Bai Wangyu's mouths were dyed red at the same time, the two suffered most of the backlash and were the most seriously injured.

In comparison, Li Ziye suffered the least backlash, and his injuries were much lighter than the two.

"Brother Li."

After Sanzang stabilized his figure, he vomited blood and said distressedly, "I have given you all the Buddhist essence that I have cultivated for so many days, you can fight for it."

On the opposite side, Bai Wangyu also managed to suppress the surging blood in his body, and said, "Brother Li, if you can't win the fight like this, it really can't be justified."

In front of the tent, Li Ziye raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling the surging true energy in his body, and was dazed.

Is he eating soft rice again?

Bah, why does he use another?

After a while, Li Ziye came back to his senses, looked at the two of them, and subconsciously asked, "Are you two okay?"

"Of course there is something."

Bai Wangyu said unhappily, "I'll teach you the exercises. It's hard to say whether the Buddha and I can maintain our current state. Do you think it's all right?"

"Amitabha."

Sanzang also chanted the Buddha's name and complained, "It's a trivial matter to fall out of the state, and it's fine to cultivate it back. I'm afraid that the foundation will be damaged. If this is the case, I will probably be removed from the ranks of the four great talents in the world in the future. The little monk was mixed up in this ranking. It's not easy, let Brother Li drag you off to the little monk today."

"It's all false names."

Hearing this, Li Ziye grinned and said, "Look aside, it's not important."

After finishing speaking, Li Ziye looked at his hands and said with a smirk, "It feels so good to eat soft rice, which is much faster than my own cultivation."

Seeing this, Bai Wangyu and Sanzang couldn't help but roll their eyes, knowing that this guy wouldn't feel any guilt.

"Brother Li, try to see how it works."

When it came to business, Sanzang looked down seriously, and said, "Aren't you the most familiar with the two moves of Mingjing Yifeitai and Haoran Gangqi? Try it and see if the defense becomes stronger after fusing the three kinds of true energy."

Speaking of this, Sanzang looked around and reminded, "When using Bodhi for the third time, cover it up a little, so that people in the Buddhist sect don't know about it."

"Okay! I'll try."

Li Ziye responded, and stopped talking, turned his hands over, and the true energy in his body surged out.

The mighty stellar qi and the bright mirror are not platforms, and the two strongest defensive moves of Confucianism and Buddhism appear at the same time. The golden light is magnificent, the righteousness is flying, and the three real qis of different attributes blend together to form an incomparably powerful force that protects the whole body.

"Let me help test the effect."

Mu Bai took the initiative to step out and said.

"Fourth Highness."

The lesson from Li Yuan was still fresh in his memory, Bai Wangyu hurriedly reminded, "Take some of your cultivation back."

Mu Bai frowned, nodded, looked at the young man ahead, and said, "Li Jiaoxi, are you ready?"

"Ready, come on!"

Li Ziye's confidence was greatly boosted by receiving the teachings from Little Red Riding Hood and the little monk. He held his head high and his chest was so confident.

He thinks he can do it!

Ten steps away, Mu Bai thrust the unsheathed ancient sword on the ground, stepped forward, calmed down, his whole body was full of sword intent.

"One sword, Feihong."

With a clanging sound, the ancient sword was unsheathed, and a figure in white clothes passed by.

attention.

But there was a loud bang.

then.

Everyone was stunned.

The much-anticipated Li Moumou flew out like a kite, facing the ground, and slammed on the ground.

Even the posture has not changed from before.

Tripitaka: "..."

Bai Wangyu: "..."

The two began to feel a little regretful.

Mu Bai was also a little stunned, he reserved [-]% of his strength.

"It's gone, it's all gone."

Not far away, the Confucian disciples who ran out to watch saw this and left one after another, doing their own things.

That's it?

Dull.

"The little monk went back to recuperate."

Sanzang regretted leaving the Confucian camp.

"I will return the account and adjust the interest rate."

Bai Wangyu went back to the tent resentfully, not wanting to look at that person again.

After the two left, Wen Xiuru recovered from the shock, hurried up to help someone up, and said with concern, "Brother Li, are you okay?"

"Bah, pah."

Li Ziye got up in a daze, and spit out the sand in his mouth with a puzzled expression on his face.

why?

He clearly felt that he could do it just now.

In front of the tent, Mu Bai silently put away his sword, turned and left without saying anything.

too weak.

"Fourth Highness, try again, I was not ready just now!"

Seeing everyone leaving, Li Ziye shouted anxiously.

Mu Bai ignored it and stepped a little faster.

"Cultivate Confucianism."

Li Ziye looked at the person in front of him with an aggrieved face and said, "I wasn't ready just now."

"..."

Wen Xiuru didn't know what to say, so he sorted out his language, and said tactfully, "Brother Li, it's really too early for you to compete with a master like His Royal Highness, or else, you should find other juniors from the Confucian sect first." Are you practicing?"

"I'll go back and drink the medicine!"

Li Ziye heard the meaning of the guy in front of him, felt that his personality had been insulted, and turned around to pay back the bill angrily.

Not far away, Faru and Chen Qiaoer shook their heads helplessly, then turned and left.

This kid still has a long way to go!

No matter the talent or background of the young generation of powerful people like the fourth prince, they are not comparable to the current Li family boy.

Of course, it is too exaggerated to be unable to catch a single move.

Weak enough to be unbearable to look at.

In the short episode, Li Ziye still hasn't gotten rid of his position as a chicken who is hated by others and bitten by dogs.

The road ahead is bright, but the road is bumpy.

In the next few days, after the fortifications of the polar night world were completed, the army of the eight tribes of Mobei began to move north in batches, preparing for a full-scale counterattack.

The Confucianism, Buddhism, and Heavenly Mandate Hall are still stationed outside the Extreme Night World. After all, the three forces are small in number and flexible in action, so there is no need to rush into the Extreme Night World.

In the past few days, apart from recuperating from his injuries, Li Ziye has been working hard to practice the sixth form of the Flying Immortal Art.

Practicing martial arts alone, the whole camp was in dire straits, because one didn't know if a figure would come over suddenly.

In the morning, the sun is so bright.

"boom!"

"Ouch!"

Some Confucian disciples passed by cautiously, but they still couldn't escape the claws of the devil. A figure flew over uncontrollably and knocked over the area.

"hiss!"

Li Ziye grinned from the fall, ignored the group of people who had been knocked over by him, ran to the open space in front of the tent, and continued to practice his sword.

"Eldest brother, this is too scary. Junior brother and the others dare not approach here now, for fear of being smashed to death by Li Jiaoxi."

Beside Bai Wangyu, Chang Yu poured out bitter water. He has suffered so much these past few days, and he can't bear it anymore.

"Or, you go and talk to him."

Bai Wangyu said calmly.

"I can not."

Chang Yu shrank his neck and said, "He will kill me."

"If you don't dare, don't talk nonsense. Last time you stole Jiaoxi's dried fruit, I haven't punished you yet. Go back and copy the book ten times."

Bai Wangyu said calmly, "I will check in the evening."

Chang Yu's face turned bitter, but he didn't dare to talk back, and left with a depressed face.

"Big Brother."

At this moment, Wen Xiuru walked over quickly, glanced at the young man who was practicing sword in front of him, his expression was slightly condensed, and he said in a low voice, "Qingshan taught flying pigeons to pass books, the battle between senior sword idiots and the master of Tianyu hall, It is a pity that I lost, so far, life and death are uncertain."