Chapter 132: Half a foot of the world is soft, five feet of white sand is filled with white sand (Part 1)

Looking at the more than a thousand practitioners in the Fusheng Valley, they had various expressions such as confusion, surprise, anger, dissatisfaction, gloating, etc., but no one was willing to come to the scene again. Fahai's cultivation level was already arrogant and looked down on the world sixty years ago. Xiang Baochun had seen his power when he was not the leader of Xuanming. People who had never seen Fahai should have heard of it. I asked loudly outside the field twice, but still no one stood up.

Feng Junzi asked behind me, "Shi Ye, if only Zen Master Fahai took action, how can the ownership of Chengfengjie be arbitrated?"

The same thing happened not long ago, Fei Yan also asked, and I tried to answer in a "fair" tone: "If only Zen Master Fahai appears, then Chengfengjie should return to Fahai, Jiulin Zen Court."

Fahai smiled slightly: "If this is true, I will be disrespectful to say goodbye. I'm afraid..."

Before he finished speaking the word "fear" he said, someone suddenly said from afar, from the other side of the Fusheng Valley: "I'm afraid that all my fellow disciples will not understand the master's good intentions!... Senior Fahai has compassion for the world and I respect it, but the world's magical artifacts should not be easily suppose. If the master takes Chengfengjie like this, he may be arguing by fellow disciples in the world... In the gate of Zhongnan, Qiye, a scattered man in the world, is willing to come out to ask Senior Fahai for advice, and the full Forgetful Palace Dharma Assembly is prosperous!"

Damn, it was Qiye again, he finally came! Maybe Feng Junzi invited Fahai to come here, and he was the one who was guarding against it. Qiye was wearing a silver-gray robe, with black-faced and white-backed half-boots, and his clothes flew away as he spoke, and his feet were as proud as dust. Qiye's appearance was cold and handsome, and with such a cool and powerful aura, he showed off his talent and talent. Although not many of them knew Fahai, there were many who knew Qiye. Seeing Qiye walking through the valley, they made a way out, and many younger disciples showed admiration and admiration.

Qiye came close to salute all the elders, and said to me in aloud, "Qiye said hello to my uncle, I am not the younger generation who throws bricks and jade in front of Master Fahai, and I am also bothering Shi Zhenren to comment on the gains and losses."

Fengshuang has experienced this person sophisticated that he has trained. At least in front of the world's cultivators, his words and manners are solemn, and he can't tell at all that he has any personal grudges with me. I felt angry as soon as I saw him! But on this occasion, in front of Zi Ying and the world's cultivators, I could not lose the demeanor of my senior. I bowed to him and said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Qiye is willing to come to the stage to verify his experience in cultivation with Senior Brother Fahai. It is a great blessing for the Shiren to have the opportunity to observe and comment....If there is no third person on the stage, please ask the two to compete with each other...How do you fight?"

I guess even if someone wants to jump out of it now, he will be smashed back with stones and earth. The seven leaves fight with Fahai, and the significance of this simple battle is more than just a magic weapon! Who doesn’t want to see this battle that is rare in a century? Today’s world number one and the world number one sixty years ago, the most outstanding figure among the two generations of cultivators is a big deal. This is a big scene that you can’t see at the sect conference. It’s worth it to come with this meeting of the Eyebluo Palace!

Fahai, the senior, should have spoken first: "The Seven-leaf donor, you and me are just like fighting hard, for fear that all the flowers, plants, mountains and rivers here will be robbed. Just now, the young master and fellow Taoist Yu Cangwu fought with me. The poor monks were also on the court. Why don't we imitate two masters, and only show their magical powers with only five feet of magical power. What do you think?"

Qiye replied with a respectful expression: "How to discuss, please tell me. As long as the arbitrator Shi Zhenren decides that it is fair, Qiye should obey his orders."

Fahai: "Taking the five-meter-of-white sand here as the boundary, the Dharma does not go outward but inward. You and I stand on one side to cast spells. If someone takes one step into this white sand, he will lose."

Everyone understands Fahai's meaning, which is exactly the opposite of Feng Junzi's rule of fighting Cangwu: not push the other party out of the field, but pull it inside, and anyone who steps into Baisha will be defeated. It turns out that he has good intentions. He is worried that he and Qiye are too powerful, and once he can't restrain his actions, it will affect others, so he thought of such a very special way.

True Man Hexi exclaimed on the side: "The monk is thoughtful! With the two magical powers, I am afraid that I and Senior Brother Hefeng's rushing formation are not as strong as this is the best."

Qiye nodded and said, "Master is indeed compassionate. I would like to add another suggestion - if the magic power you and I destroy every grass and tree here and hurt a person outside the field, they will lose no matter what... What do you think, Shi Zhenren?"

Of course I wouldn't have any objections, so I immediately replied: "Then let's settle it like this, please start with me, two."

Qiye pushed back a few steps and stood outside the edge of "Bailisha Garden", stretched out his hand to Fahai from afar and said, "Please show off the magic weapon."

Fahai's whole monk's robe was also standing five feet opposite: "The donor is willing to do it, I have not touched a magic weapon for sixty years." A fight between the peak masters of the world began quietly-

More than a thousand people stared at them intently, looking forward to the display of shocking magical powers. However, until everyone stared at the beads of their eyes and saw nothing strange - Fahai and Qiye stood face to face five feet away, motionless and without saying a word. More than an hour passed, and everything was still calm. The two of them still stared at each other like sculptures, regardless of the more than a thousand pairs of big eyes outside the field.

Feng Junzi has sat back on the chair since Qiye appeared, closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, and he didn't look at it any more. Now when everyone was silent, he yawned and opened his eyes and said to Yun Zhongxian in a low voice: "If there were a few kilograms of chestnuts, the almonds would be fine. Put them between them, and they would be fried and eaten after a while."

Yun Zhongxian frowned slightly and said, "There are no chestnuts in the palace. The Shengyuan apricot on the cliff outside the palace should have matured in the past few days. I will go up the mountain to peel some almonds for the young master?"

Feng Junzi waved his hand: "I'm just a joke, why are you going to make a fuss?... I don't know why I feel panicked, as if something is pressing down."

Why did Feng Junzi say the words of roasted chestnuts? Some of the younger disciples in the distance may not have noticed it, but I stood not far beside Fahai but felt it was very real - the white sand between the two was under the calm surface, and the temperature was getting higher and higher! The heat radiated from the ground, and even the light above the place had a slight refraction distortion.

The seven leaves did not move, but a force emanated from his footsteps through the five-zhang white sand and swept through Fahai's feet. It was wave after wave of knots, twisting and tangled backwards, which wanted to wrap Fahai's figure into the white sand land! Fahai did not move, and I couldn't even feel his existence. Although others were standing there, their bald heads were shining in the sun, all their energy seemed to disappear in the void. Not only that, this five-zhang Baili Sand Garden seemed to be "fixed" by the "vagin" of Fahai!

The powerful and invisible power of Qiye was spinning like a surging torrent in the underground of five feet of space, but inexplicably passed through all the real objects, unable to carry a piece of even the finest sand. This is the mutual penetration between space and reality, and the fierce friction between omnipresent and nowhere to be found! Although the white sand does not flow, the temperature becomes higher and higher because of the magic power of Qiye in this space, the temperature becomes hotter and hot. I don’t know what kind of material this Baili Stone is? It has not turned red due to the high temperature yet, but the white sand in the middle of the site has vaguely emitted a silver metallic luster!

Seven Leaves and Fahai attacked and defended one by one. On the surface, Fahai did not fight back, but Seven Leaves could not stop. Because Fahai's "empty" is also powerful. The stronger the Seven Leaves are, the greater the power of Fahai is, without a single slight increase. If Seven Leaves suddenly withdraw the Dharma and stop, they will probably be immediately included by the vortex of the void. He can only fight with continuous force, which is equivalent to always standing on the edge of being swallowed.

The heat aroused by Qiye's magic power can be felt as long as you stand close to it. However, the void of the Fahai gives Qiye's long pressure, but it is difficult for ordinary people to detect. Only masters with keen senses can sense it with their spiritual sense. Looking at the crowd in the scene, some ordinary junior disciples are already dozing off, while some are impatient and feel that the battle is very boring - the two are just competing for standing stances. However, the heads of major sects and masters are very serious, and I think they also feel this indescribable pressure.

I also felt inexplicably tight and short of breath, and there was an indescribable irritability and anxiety. Hefeng and Hexi on the sidelines were as heavy as water, just like more than a thousand people had to borrow money from them. It seemed that they felt more uncomfortable than me. The higher the cultivation level, the more obvious the pressure the person felt, the higher the cultivation level, and the closest to the person was Feng Junzi. That's why he would tell the lie in his heart and couldn't help but make a joke to relieve it.

If we only come from the perspective of "severance and confirmation, point to the end", Qiye has already lost, and it is meaningless to continue fighting. Although the two were not at the same time, Qiye's consumption was much greater than Fahai. Don't forget that Fahai has a foundation of Kong Zen for sixty years, so it is no problem to stand with Qiye like this. Whether Qiye can support it until dark is a question. If it were me, I would admit defeat at this time, and the two of them would be finished by collecting their magic power together. But Qiye did not, and his cold and handsome face and expression did not change at all.

Feng Junzi also saw the situation in the field, and had no words to find a way to soothe the depressing atmosphere. He pointed to the white sand that emitted silver light and said to Yun Zhongxian: "Now, the white sand has been refined almost all, which will save you at least three months."

Yun Zhongxian: "Refining is refining, but the heat seems to be a little overdone."

Feng Junzi: "It's not a problem. Isn't there any hyacinth cloak? Just moisturize and eliminate the dryness. Ask the fairy what she knows to do."

When they were talking, Qiye and Fahai had been standing there quietly for more than two hours. This peak showdown in the world of cultivation looked extremely dull, silently but thrilling. Only masters could detect the surging areas. Someone outside the field began to mutter quietly, and it was so boring. I was angry and funny in my heart - the masters were fighting each other, and they were not monkeys in the circus, and they were not for others to watch.

Qiye also knew that if he continued to waste this, he would only admit defeat. He obviously did not want to give up and began to find a way to struggle to escape. His figure suddenly moved, and waved his hand to slap his waist, and a sharp echo came from the valley. Then a red shadow flew out from his waist and shot only in the sky. He moved his magic weapon, and did not pull out the Red Snake Whip, and directly released the Red Dragon's soul.

The body of the Red Dragon Soul was like a circling red light and lightning, and like a hideous python, flying towards the sky with a sharp and harsh metal friction sound. The movement woke dozens of sleepy guys in the valley, and they opened their eyes and asked curiously: "What's wrong, what's wrong? Is something wrong? Who won?"

The Red Dragon Soul shot to a very high place in the air, and then pounced down with a turn. It circled a lot, beyond the five-meter-long white sand range, and rushed straight to the back of Fahai's head. The seven leaves of fighting underground could not take advantage, and this time came from the sky. Facing the unstoppable momentum of the Red Dragon Soul, Fahai had to move. He raised a hand, raised an index finger behind his ear, and pointed the sky at a slant.

Fahai stretched out his finger, and the scene returned to a strange quiet state. The red dragon soul flying from the air was about to pounce on Fahai's mind and was fixed in the air by a force! The red dragon soul no longer circled with light and shadows, revealing a long snake-like shape. It seemed that it was not willing to be fixed in the air, and was still struggling and roaring silently, and the space around gave people the illusion of being twisted and expanded.

Qiye's face changed, a bloody color surged up, and his white face turned red. He gritted his teeth, raised his hand violently, and a long red snake rolled out from his sleeve - the Red Snake Whip finally took action! He waved the Red Snake Whip, and the long whip drew a big arc in front of him. A red light curtain was divided into the arc and pushed towards Fahai with a bloody color. Fahai raised his other hand and formed a hand seal on his chest. With the magic seal, the light curtain emitted by the Red Snake Whip stopped ten feet in front of him and could not take another step forward.
Chapter completed!