Chapter 331: Battle with Zhang Ji
Spiritual arts at the perfect level?
Qingyang Jian's indifferent expression was completely gone, and his face was a little distorted.
He originally thought that after his breakthrough in swordsmanship, things would be a sure thing, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened?
How is it possible to have a perfect spiritual art?
He felt unprecedented pressure.
Especially, thinking about the confident words I made before, and feeling the gazes being cast upon me...
His face turned red, and he felt humiliated by Zhang Yun standing opposite him.
Suddenly, he thought of something and his expression became even uglier.
"Were you deliberately hiding your strength?"
"No wonder I felt that there was something wrong with the speed at which you cast spiritual arts!"
After figuring everything out, Qingyang Jian felt extremely humiliated.
This feeling of being teased and looked down upon almost drove him crazy.
Especially when he thought about how this guy was not as good as him two months ago, and was defeated by him miserably, and he would not even look at him straight in the eye...
At this moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
"I won't lose!"
The Qingyang Sword's face was distorted.
The next moment, he recalled the flying sword and continued to wield it to perform the Qingyang sword technique.
Sword Qi was everywhere.
Looking at the flying sword energy, the time traveler was very calm and directly displayed all the strength he had currently displayed.
Three perfectly level azure water arrows instantly emerged, and with them was an additional mysterious aura of thirty percent artistic conception.
They swept across everything in front of them and collided with the sword energies. The sword energies did not last long and were pierced and dispersed.
Facing the three water arrows flying towards him, Qingyang Jian swung his sword in panic.
Bang, bang, bang, the three water arrows disappeared.
However, although he killed them, his hands were shaking and it was obvious that he was having a hard time dealing with it.
Moreover, he has to face more than just this wave!
A similar suppression situation as before occurred again, but this time it was more overwhelming, because the traversal body no longer hid the casting speed, and water arrows appeared instantly.
Qingyang Jian was exhausted from running around, and his body became more and more miserable, with blood all over his body.
The other person on the other side was in perfect condition, with his clothes not even a mess, which formed a sharp contrast with him.
This scene shocked the onlookers.
Soon, Zhang Jiankun, the master of Qingyang Sword, could not hold on any longer. He howled miserably and was accidentally pierced by several holes in his body by the water arrows.
There was blood everywhere, and the internal organs and bones were faintly visible...
This was because the water arrow did not explode on him, otherwise he might have been killed.
At this moment, Qingyang Sword's Zhang Jiankun was squatting on the ground, and he no longer had the strength to resist.
Qing Yang Jian looked dazed, muttering to himself, "I actually lost..."
He lost to a mediocre opponent who he had ignored in the previous family competition...
At this moment, he only felt despair.
"As a genius, how could I lose..."
Looking at the young man not far away, he felt burning in pain, his heart was torn as if by a knife, and he was filled with resentment and despair.
Qingyang Sword lost!
The result made the surrounding cultivators gasp.
Qingyang Jian, who was ranked among the top three among the ten geniuses, actually lost?
People looked incredulous.
Then, they looked at the young man, their eyes filled with shock.
Zhang Rongrong and the other ten geniuses also looked at the young man on the stage with heavy hearts.
This is definitely a very tough opponent!
In the air.
The cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage were also watching this scene in amazement.
Not long ago, they were still admiring Qing Yang Jian's talent and thought he could compete for the title of the number one genius. Now...
Especially just a moment ago, they were still complaining that Qingyang Sword was too powerful and might very well kill Zhang Yun. Now?
They thought that Qingyang Sword, which was sure to win, actually lost?
On the contrary, they are even worried that the young Zhang Yun might accidentally kill Qingyang Sword?
This contrasting result left them stunned and shocked.
For a moment, the immortal cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm looked at the immortal-like young man standing on the stage, with only shock in their eyes.
This Zhang Yun’s strength is surprisingly so strong!
"Isn't he a five-element mixed spiritual root?"
The immortal cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage expressed that they were somewhat confused about this world.
Perfect spiritual arts, thirty percent of the power of artistic conception, and the seventh level of Qi training at the age of fourteen or fifteen?
Is this really the five elements mixed spiritual root?
They felt a little confused.
On the ring.
"you……"
Qingyang Jian looked at the young man not far away, with a strong unwillingness in his eyes, and wanted to say something.
But before he could finish his words, due to the severity of his injuries, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground on the ring.
The referee not far away saw this and checked Qingyang Sword to confirm that he no longer had the strength to fight. He took out the healing talisman and elixir to heal him, then announced, "Zhang Yun wins!"
Soon, someone carried the Qingyang Sword off the stage, and the time-traveling body also walked off the stage.
Not long after he got off the stage, he saw a group of people surrounding him.
"That's amazing! After this family competition, you will definitely be one of the top ten geniuses!"
"I don't know who will be squeezed out this time. You know, the title of the top ten geniuses not only means fame, but also represents the family's resource allocation!"
"Brother Zhang Yun, how did you become so powerful?"
Faced with words of exclamation or doubt, the time traveler responded vaguely and then simply ignored them.
At this time, Zhang Yong in the crowd came over, looked at him with emotion, and said, "Little brother Zhang Yun, you are so amazing, aren't you?"
"I remember the first time I saw you, you weren't much better than me. It's only been a short time..."
"And your appearance. If I hadn't sensed familiarity from your voice and body, I wouldn't have recognized you..."
While they were talking here, dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators in the air were getting a little itchy and wanted to come down and ask some questions.
But after careful consideration, they decided to wait until the competition was over.
At this time, the traversal body who was observing other arenas suddenly heard a cry of surprise from Zhang Yong beside him.
"It's Zhang Ji. He has actually reached the seventh level of Qi training!"
Upon hearing this, the time traveler turned and looked in the direction he was looking.
On a stage in the distance, Zhang Ji, who was only seventeen years old, was standing on the stage. Relying on his seventh-level Qi training skills, he defeated another of the top ten geniuses with ease.
Looking at this scene, Zhang Yong next to him sighed, "This guy is really a little monster. He deserves to be called the most talented among the top ten geniuses!"
As he spoke, he glanced to the side and noticed the traversing body. Fearing that he would show a strange expression, he hurriedly comforted him, "But you are not bad, little brother Zhang Yun. You are a genius who can be compared with him, so you don't have to belittle yourself."
The time-traveling entity remained silent upon hearing this.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was his turn to fight in the ring.
This time, the top 25 will be selected from the top 50.
In this competition, I was lucky enough to meet a little-known Qi training cultivator at the eighth level.
As expected, the opponent's hope of fighting was quickly shattered.
"I give up."
The young man on the ring covered his wound, smiled bitterly and admitted defeat.
After winning this round of competition and stepping down from the stage not long after, the time-traveling body discovered that the next competition would be a competition of twenty-five to ten, which would also determine the positions of the top ten geniuses in the future.
Different from previous competitions, in order to ensure fairness and avoid someone being lucky enough to win by chance against a weaker person, this competition will be a cross-competition.
And those who lost before, such as Qingyang Sword, can also participate in the resurrection match and have one more chance.
Including the five people who were resurrected, there were thirty people competing in the end.
A person has to win more than once to have a chance to make the top ten.
Those who lose the most will naturally be eliminated.
The number of wins will also affect the ranking among the top ten geniuses.
Those who win the most will naturally rank higher.
It was noon, and the scorching sun was shining on the arena in the valley.
Soon, the time traveler encountered its first opponent.
"Brother Zhang Yun, is that you?"
The burly Zhang Yan looked at the young man standing across the ring with a wry smile.
The time traveler saw that it was him and nodded.
"Let me see how much strength I can get from you, Brother Zhang Yun."
After saying this ambiguous sentence that puzzled the immortal cultivators watching the battle, he took action.
First, a thick layer of earth armor appeared on his body. Then, he did not dare to be careless and used earth spirit techniques to attack Zhang Yun's cousin.
Unfortunately, before he could use the Earth Spirit Technique, three water arrows came towards him.
Looking at this scene, Zhang Yan smiled bitterly and felt powerless in his heart.
Faced with the strength level of the opponent who could deal with Qingyang Sword, there was no surprise that Zhang Yan was quickly defeated and was knocked off the stage.
The people watching the game were filled with sighs.
They still remembered that during the last family competition, Zhang Yan had knocked Zhang Yun off the ring with one punch. How long had it been before it was his turn?
Zhang Yan, who was standing under the ring, was also thinking about this matter, and the bitterness on his face became even more intense.
"Such a huge gap in strength, ah..."
He felt unwilling and powerless at the same time.
Seeing this scene, the other ten geniuses looked solemn.
After resting for a while, the competition started again and the time-traveling body went on the stage again.
Also without any surprise, he won again without even revealing more of his strength.
Even if he met some other top ten geniuses, such as Zhang Rongrong, he would still win.
It is not until the first place is decided that you can be considered to have met an opponent.
It was not known whether it was a deliberate arrangement by the elders in the Foundation Establishment Realm , but this time he met Zhang Ji, who had also never lost a single match in the competition.
And the first will be born between the two of them!
In the evening, the scarlet glow of light shone down from the horizon, illuminating the arena with a red glow.
On stage number one.
After a rest, the two arrived one after another and looked at each other.
Under the ring.
Thousands of people looked at the arena with anticipation and curiosity in their hearts.
At this moment, they started talking a lot.
"Who do you think will win first place?"
"It's hard to say. Neither of them has ever lost. They both have a good chance of winning."
"Apart from the fact that their spiritual skills are somewhat different, one is at the Great Accomplishment and the other is at the Perfection, their cultivation levels are both at the seventh level of Qi Training, and both possess 30% of the power of artistic conception."
"So, it seems that Zhang Yun has a better chance of winning?"
"That's hard to say. Who knows if Zhang Ji has any hidden tricks? If he really has some hidden tricks, then it's hard to say who will win or lose in the end!"
"In short, the gap between the two of them is not particularly large..."
Amidst the discussions and attention of the crowd, the two people on the stage had different thoughts in their minds.
Zhang Ji looked at the boy with some fear.
At this moment, a series of voices were ringing in his mind.
“Although your Zhang family is only a small family, this little fellow named Zhang Yun cannot be compared with the geniuses and evildoers of those big forces, but this little fellow does have some talent in spiritual arts!”
"Don't lose. If you lose and lose face for me, I will teach you a lesson!"
Finally, Elder Xu said seriously, "Be serious and stop hiding your strength. At the critical moment, you'd better use the tricks I taught you."
"Is it so serious?" Although Zhang Ji didn't care much in his heart, thinking that Zhang Yun on the opposite side was definitely not his opponent , he couldn't help but take it seriously when he heard what Mr. Xu said.
"Got it, Mr. Xu. Next, I will go all out and let this guy see how powerful I am."
Zhang Ji made the promise seriously.
Mr. Xu nodded with satisfaction.
He knew that as long as Zhang Ji took action seriously and used all his skills, the little guy named Zhang Yun would have absolutely no chance of winning.
After thinking about it, he relaxed.
At this time, the Foundation Establishment Realm referee on the stage took a look at them and felt that the two were almost ready, so he said, "The competition can begin."
The next second, Zhang Ji smiled and said, "To respect you, I will try my best this time, so that you can see my true strength and admit defeat sincerely."
As soon as he finished speaking, before the time-traveling entity could say anything, there was a cry of surprise from below the stage.
"What? What Zhang Ji showed earlier was not his true strength?"
"this……"
The immortal cultivators who were watching the battle showed surprise on their faces.
This Zhang Ji actually has hidden strength!
"How strong is his real strength?"
They were stunned.
At this moment, the other eight geniuses whose rankings had already been decided frowned and looked at Zhang Ji on the stage with fear and solemnity.
The dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators in the air were also extremely shocked.
Then, expectant eyes turned to Zhang Ji.
"Zhang Ji, this kid..."
"Let's see what level our Zhang family's most talented youngster is capable of..."
Their faces were full of anticipation.
While they were thinking this, Zhang Ji on the ring also showed something initially as they wished.
A mysterious aura was released from his body openly.
"Is this the breath of the artistic conception of wood?"
"No, that's not right. This is not the ordinary aura of wood. This is..."
"The aura of the artistic conception of the small mature wood has reached 40%?!"
"hiss……"
Countless cultivators watching below the stage gasped.
Even the other ten geniuses and the Foundation Establishment elders in the air were all shocked.
