Chapter 215: The fierce appearance and strong hatred
As Lingxiang expected, Zhao Wuyang was able to use the Tiangang Fighting Technique. However, what she did not expect was that the Tiangang Fighting Technique would be so spectacular.
After all, no one had ever practiced the Steps and Fights in front of her. She had only seen the relevant techniques in the books in the Langhuan Pavilion. Not many people could practice this set of techniques, and except for the previous headmaster, no one could practice it properly.
However, the previous headmaster had passed away many years ago, and Qian Yuan Zhenren's eldest disciple Shou Yu had practiced for some time, but was unable to borrow the power of the heavenly stars.
Ultimately, it all depends on the talent of the practitioner. If one can practice, then he is blessed by God.
A person favored by heaven! Ha!
Lingxiang laughed at herself, then calmly sipped the hot tea.
In terms of talent, Zhao Wuyang is indeed incomparable. Putting aside his natural talent, it is not difficult to see that he will have a promising future as he has won the favor of the Eternal Sky.
But now Zhao Wuyang seems to be feeling depressed, so if he cannot resolve the problem, it will be difficult for him to make further progress...
Glancing at Zhao Wuyang's back as he stood there practicing his magic, Lingxiang sighed silently and buried her face in the hot steam from the teacup.
Alas... Never mind, if God doesn’t favor me, then I’ll just help others to break the spell!
Compared to Lingxiang's nonchalance, Zhao Wuyang was quite different. From the beginning of Bugang, he felt the spiritual power in his body surging, and just as he finished the hand gesture and stepped on Bugang, the surging spiritual power followed the falling stars and continued to flow out of his body, like a bursting river embankment, unable to stop.
However, in the blink of an eye, Zhao Wuyang felt as if several years had passed. Just when he thought he was going to die, the starlight gradually stopped.
As the last starlight fell, the uncontrollable force in his body finally disappeared. Zhao Wuyang suddenly fell to the ground, gasping for breath. He felt like a riverbed that had been dry for a long time and longed for a heavy rain, or like cracked land that was in urgent need of irrigation. The three souls and seven spirits seemed to be constantly peeling off the body, and the consciousness gradually dispersed and disappeared.
He was in such a bad mood! He was really in such a bad mood!
Just when Zhao Wuyang felt that he was going to die soon and his sea of consciousness was in chaos, he suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance in his mouth and heard a beautiful female voice saying:
"Drink it! Drink it! It will make you feel better."
After hearing this, Zhao Wuyang hurriedly swallowed in big gulps. Even if he was given a bowl of poison, he would probably drink it all without hesitation.
Lingxiang fed tea to Zhao Wuyang while falling into deep thought.
As she expected, Wuyang's cultivation was too shallow to withstand the consumption of Bugang Tadou. If she hadn't been there, she didn't know if he could recover. Senior Brother Qianyuan was too ridiculous. How dare he teach him anything!
Lingxiang had just given Zhao Wuyang a Spirit Gathering Pill. The Yunmeng Lake was filled with spiritual energy, and now all he had to do was wait for the pill to take effect.
However, just as Lingxiang was feeding Zhao Wuyang tea, she heard a burst of crazy laughter. Lingxiang couldn't help but frowned - as expected, with Xiao Wuyang's cultivation, he couldn't hurt the demons of the demon general level like Yinghuan.
Yinghua laughed like a madman, her laughter was shrill and strange, echoing in the empty valley, extremely terrifying. When the dust settled, a monster was seen crawling on the ground where the power of the stars fell.
The monster looked like a scorpion, but the scorpion's tail did not have a stinger, but a woman with a pair of sharp claws, who was none other than Yinghuan.
"The devil finally showed up!" Lingxiang said coldly.
Although Xiao Wuyang's cultivation was not enough to do anything to Yinghuan, he was able to force out her demonic form, which was quite impressive. However...
But now that she was physically disabled and Xiao Wuyang was unconscious, it would be difficult to deal with Yinghuan. Fortunately, Yinghuan had drunk a lot of her tea before, and the bamboo leaves of the old man with the bamboo stick were not in vain, so Yinghuan should be unable to move now. But Lingxiang was wrong. Yinghuan not only stood up, but also staggered towards them. The scorpion's mouth was gushing with saliva, and its two large claws were dancing, making a "clicking" sound when they opened and closed, and it looked extremely angry.
Compared with the mighty Scorpion, Yinghuan had disheveled hair and stared at Lingxiang with a gloomy face.
Yinghuan really didn't expect that Zhao Wuyang would have such power to force her into this state, but she didn't care. From the beginning to the end, all she wanted was Lingxiang.
She wants Lingxiang dead! She wants that woman's daughter dead!
Looking at Yinghuan who was getting closer and closer, Lingxiang started to panic.
The bamboo was cultivated by the old man with the bamboo stick. It was a spiritual plant specially used to fight against demons. It was said that if a demon touched it, its whole body would suffer from bone-eroding pain. However, the crazy look of the girl in front of her and the hatred overflowing from her eyes made her feel afraid...
What kind of obsession would make her so persistent?
The steps of Yinghuan were firm and heavy, and the continuous "clicking" sound from her scorpion legs hit Lingxiang's heart like a drum. Lingxiang felt that the woman in front of her was extremely scary. She twisted her fingers and used various magic techniques, but she didn't know whether it was because of her mediocre cultivation or because she lost the accuracy of the magic techniques in panic, and she actually hurt Yinghuan.
But the distance between the two is getting closer and closer...
Just when Lingxiang was in a panic, a figure suddenly stood in front of her. It was Zhao Wuyang!
Zhao Wuyang panted heavily and blocked Lingxiang behind him. He had never seen Lingxiang like this before. In his opinion, Lingxiang always looked like she was having fun in the world. How could she be so panicked?
She must be frightened...
Zhao Wuyang still felt uncomfortable all over, but somehow, his body gradually recovered its strength and spiritual power slowly accumulated in his body. He looked back at Lingxiang, who was still terrified, and realized that Lingxiang must have done something to him.
"You are the ninth elder of Yuanqing Sect. How can you be so panicked when encountering something?" Zhao Wuyang smiled at Lingxiang, then looked at Yinghuan, who showed her evil side, with his handsome brows deeply furrowed.
Although I have recovered some strength now, I don't know if my body can support me to perform the Steps and Fights again...
But Zhao Wuyang did not hesitate at all. He twisted his fingers, made gestures, stood firmly in horse stance, and recited words, all in one breath.
Seeing this, Lingxiang finally came back to her senses from her fright and hurriedly grabbed the hem of Zhao Wuyang's robe.
Although the Spirit Gathering Pill was effective, if Zhao Wuyang forced himself to step on the magic steps, he would only suffer backlash, and his life would be in danger!
But Zhao Wuyang just turned around and smiled, his pale face no longer had the childishness of the past, but was replaced by a look of determination.
Yinghuan didn't expect Zhao Wuyang to be able to get up and move. Now it seems that he is just a spent force. Since he is determined to die, why not help him? She doesn't care how many people die.
When she thought of this, she felt that she had more strength, and her steps seemed to become lighter and less staggering. Now she had only one thought in her mind, she would soon kill that man's daughter, the woman whose name she hated to the core!
"Tumi!"
Yinghuan roared and raised her claws and smashed down, while Zhao Wuyang also shouted the name of Beidou, and Lingxiang tried her best to pull Zhao Wuyang.
There was a loud bang, wood chips flew everywhere, and the Huanghuali tables and chairs were smashed to pieces...
(End of this chapter)
