Natural Fairy Species

  Chapter 38 Fighting spells is worse than Taoism

  Jasper Dagger let out a clear cry, and the reminder was about to be completed, which made Chen Xiu feel relieved.

  I practiced qi at the age of eight and practiced hard for twelve years. Since I was a child, I have never been short of resources, and someone has arranged everything for him.

  A few years ago, I didn’t participate in the Inheritance Stele of the Temple of the Five Sacred Mountains, because I happened to be traveling with the ancestors of the clan and visited a second-level top-grade craftsman.

  The founder of the Chen family and the master craftsman have known each other for many years, and begged the other party to condescend to forge two magic weapons, one knife and one bracelet.

   The two objects were refined according to Chen Xiu's personal characteristics, and his blood essence was added in the process, so it only consumes half the mana of the magic weapon of the same level when activated.

  By relying on these two instruments, Chen Xiu became famous, and even the monks in the late stage of Qi refining have defeated several people.

  So although I was a bit disappointed to miss the inheritance stele, I don’t regret it.

  The reason why the ancestor of the Chen family Zhuji was willing to pay a huge price to cultivate Chen Xiu was to take him with him all the year round to give careful guidance, because Chen Xiu was his great-grandson!

  In immortal cultivating families like the Bai family and the Chen family, the members of the clan respect one ancestor, but after hundreds of years, many members of the clan have been born five times earlier, and the blood relationship is very weak.

  My own great-grandson has a good talent, and the Chen family's foundation-building ancestor, who is about to die, will naturally do his best to train him at any cost.

  Finally, the jasper short knife circled Chen Xiu in a circle, and turned into a blue long knife, with terrifying coercion. Just as he was about to slash it out, he felt a sudden pain in his mind.

  It was as if someone used a sledgehammer and a sharp awl to directly hit Chen Xiu's head frantically. Under the frantic shock, all the mana in his body was dissipated, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he knelt down on the ground.

  The bi-color long knife dissipated, and the jasper short knife fell to the ground with a jingle;

  The golden mask flashed, then quickly dimmed, and then disappeared quickly.

  Even the vines and stone walls that trapped Bai Zichen became a pile of limp rhizomes and sandstones because they lost the support of mana.

  Bai Zichen covered his mouth and coughed violently, enduring wave after wave of stinging pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, walked up to Chen Xiu who was in a semi-comatose state, and knocked him out completely with a hand knife.

   "A blow from the divine consciousness really worked. This is not something that a Qi refining monk can resist, nor can ordinary magic weapons resist the attack of divine consciousness..."

  In the art of casting gods, it was mentioned that monks with strong spiritual consciousness can use their spiritual consciousness to suppress people, and even directly attack the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness.

   But that is at least a method that can only be used by foundation-building monks, and in the casting of gods, there is only the method of tempering the spiritual consciousness, and there is no specific method for using the spiritual consciousness.

  He made a mistake this time, Fu Ling had a heart, and he was lucky enough to realize a little bit of the superficial sense of hurting people.

   Works surprisingly well.

  Fighting skills are sharp, and Chen Xiu, who is a superior magic weapon, has no power to fight back and is directly defeated.

   This is the real crushing from the realm level.

   Between the ups and downs of the rabbits and the falcons, one moment it was still Chen Xiu's trump card that was sure to win, and the next moment Bai Zichen turned defeat into victory, and won so cleanly.

  With such a huge contrast, no one in the Bai family could react. It wasn't until Chen Xiu was hit by a hand knife that he collapsed on the ring that there was a thunderous applause.

   "Brother Chen, good job!"

   "It's time to frustrate the spirit of the Chen family boy, thinking that wherever Hanxiu Peak is, anyone can come to show off!"

   "Brother Chen, go out and take it down easily!"

  The thin monkey boy shouted the loudest and happily, and deliberately glanced in the direction of Bai Ling and Bai Wei.

   "How is it possible... Sister, what method did he use, why did Chen Xiu lose directly!"

  Bai Wei's eyes widened in disbelief, and he accidentally raised his arm and touched it, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

  Bai Ling's red lips parted slightly, unable to maintain that indifferent expression, every applause from the surrounding clansmen seemed to be a slap in the face of her previous prediction.

   "I don't know what method... But he obviously cultivated the most common Changchun kungfu, and he doesn't have a powerful magic weapon. Could it be that the talent of top-grade magic is really so powerful that it can turn decay into magic?"

  Chen Xiu fell suddenly, and all the monks of the Bai family, including Bai Ling, thought that Bai Zichen had used an extremely powerful concealment spell to control the enemy with one move and beat Chen Xiu.

  No one thinks of divine consciousness.

  The one with the highest cultivation in the field is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and he can't even reflect the existence of divine consciousness.

  …

  Bai Zichen leaned against the edge of the ring and gasped for a moment. The top officials of the Bai and Chen families arrived a long time ago. The leaders were Bai Xianzhong, head of the Bai family, and a middle-aged monk who had never been masked.

   Several people followed, including the three elders of the Bai family, and Chen Yixue, a nun from the Chen family who had met once in the Temple of the Five Sacred Mountains.

  Seeing Bai Zichen standing in a state of embarrassment in the ring, and Chen Xiu lying on the ground with unknown life or death, everyone was startled and hurried forward.

   A group of people were discussing major issues between the two clans, and they had reached the most critical juncture. Only the last few details were left to be finalized.

   At this time, another boy from the Chen family who was with Chen Xiu ran over and reported that the two sides had clashed in the ring, and that Bai Wei had already lost, and Bai Zichen took over for the second round.

  The two patriarchs looked at each other with a smile, and they both said to suspend the discussion first, and then they came together after seeing the younger generation's fighting skills.

   "Chen Xiu lost?"

  Chen Yixin, the head of the Chen family, was taken aback for a moment. On the way here, he was worried that Chen Xiu's actions would be too ruthless, which would damage the relationship between the two families.

He knew exactly how partial his family's foundation-building ancestor was to his great-grandson. He spent a huge amount of spiritual stones and entrusted two magical artifacts made by human favors, just to make Chen Xiu use them smoothly in the middle stage of Qi refining. Adding them up can be worth a low-grade spiritual weapon.

All the cultivation resources in the   clan are closely related to Chen Xiu first, before it is the turn of other younger monks.

  But Chen Xiu, who was configured in this way, was actually defeated by a young man from the Bai family, which made him suddenly curious.

  Chen Yixue let out a soft cry, rushed to the ring and turned Chen Xiu over, and after a thorough examination, she breathed a sigh of relief.

   "It should be the backlash of mana, I couldn't bear it, and passed out. After a few days of cultivation, it will be no big deal."

  Chen Xiu didn't have any major accidents, so they went back to explain to their ancestors.

  Chen Yixue stared at Bai Zichen up and down for a long time before calling two monks from the Chen family to carry Chen Xiu down.

   "I didn't check it out, because the coma caused by the attack of spiritual consciousness is fine."

  Chen Yixue is only in the late stage of Qi refining, and she is also ignorant of divine consciousness, so Bai Zichen can rest assured that the secret of her cultivation of divine consciousness will not be revealed.

   "Uncle Bai, so this is Bai Zichen, the unicorn son of the Bai family, what a skill!"

  Chen Yixin, the head of the Chen family, received a voice transmission from his sister, knowing the origin of the name of the boy from the Bai family who defeated Chen Xiu before him, and sighed sincerely.

  This is the real genius!

   "My family, Chen Xiu, relies on his talent in fighting skills and has a magic weapon at his side. His vision is boundless. This time, he finally saw what it means to be someone beyond others!"

   "However, Chen Xiu is indeed talented in the five elements of magic. Few people at this age can compare with him. Zichen can still win the battle with the difference in magic weapons. He is really a genius in fighting skills!"

  Chen Yixin was sure that it was impossible for the Bai family to spend a lot of money to refine a magic weapon for a junior, and it would definitely be disadvantageous compared to Chen Xiu in this respect.

   But he didn't know that Bai Zichen didn't have a magic weapon at all.

  It would be even more shocking to realize this in hindsight.

   "The patriarch Chen praised, the kid is ashamed!"

  Bai Zichen saw the head of the Chen clan commenting on himself with a smile, coughed lightly, and took a step forward.

   "Fighting spells is worse than Taoism!"

   "My generation of monks, seek the truth and seek longevity! No matter how powerful the fighting method is, the way will fail, and it will be nothing in the end."

  (end of this chapter)