Rebirth of Yi Nanhuai

10.The sword of freindship.

   The monks of Tianji Pavilion have always spent more than half of their energy on astrology, so their actual combat strength is much weaker than the monks of other forces. This is why Shen Sang quit early and stood on the sidelines to watch the battle.

     I saw her standing pretty and lively by the railing, with a green hand resting lightly on the wooden railing, and a hollow jade bracelet on her wrist was filled with golden dust flowing in it. The monks next to her consciously stayed a few meters away from her, and the saint didn't like ordinary people to get close. 

    The color of Shen Sang's eyes is a very light purple, which makes her look very indifferent. This kind of pupil color is the characteristic of stars and spirit bodies. According to the practice of Tibetan Yuan Realm, monks who have stars and spirit bodies have the spiritual eyes bestowed by heaven to spy on the secrets of heaven.  

   Standing there, San Sang became a world of her own, and no one around her dared to speak loudly. At this moment, she was watching the two extremely talented monks on the stage with her mysterious eyes.  

   The match against Wei Shengliang is more difficult than the match against anyone else. Standing opposite Wei Shengliang, Yi Nanhuai, watching Wei Shengliang's surging fighting spirit and sword energy, feels in his heart that he is extremely dazzling. People are filled with a sense of pride, this dazzling person is mine!

    Yi Nanhuai wanted to win this game, but Wei Shengliang had to lose beautifully and happily, and he couldn't let his sweetheart find out that he was playing tricks, otherwise the consequences would be very serious. This requires Yi Nanhuai to know the other party very well, and he must also be able to control his own spiritual power techniques with ease. The practice has honed the use of spiritual power techniques extremely proficiently.

     If the enemy moves, I will move first. Wei Shengliang, who has always been used to grasping the fighting opportunities, comes here with a sword in his hand. Inspired by Weisheng's sharp fighting spirit, Yi Nanhuai's fighting consciousness was awakened, and he couldn't help but smile expectantly. His A Liang, he always takes every opponent so seriously, which makes Yi Nanhuai wish to kill all the people who might become Wei Shengliang's opponents, so that those bright eyes will always focus on him alone.

     Wei Shengliang's sword was extremely sharp, and he went all out for every stab, pick and cut, lightning flashed between Yi Nanhuai's hands, and in an instant, the two fought back and forth several times. Seeing Wei Shengliang approaching with a horizontal sword, the edge of the sword was chilled to the bone, Yi Nanhuai ducked down, then leaned sideways with his left hand on the ground, and kicked Wei Shengliang with his right foot like thunder. Wei Shengliang reacted extremely quickly, he threw himself Yi Nanhuai's instep hit the sword body, and the spirit sword bent out in a semicircular arc.  

   Wei Shengliang followed Yi Nanhuai's kick and flew back more than ten meters to relieve the force. When he finally stood still, his spirit sword made a buzzing sound, and the light in Wei Shengliang's eyes became even brighter.  

   At the same time, Yi Nanhuai had already stood up, he stomped his right foot heavily on the jade dial, the ice that sealed his calf cracked and fell on the jade dial, wetting a large area. 

    Wei Shengliang watched Yi Nanhuai flick his right hand, a long (wooden warehouse) appeared in his hand, the long (wooden warehouse) tip was shining with a dazzling metallic luster in the sun, finally he was going to be serious ? Wei Shengliang raised his lips in satisfaction, this invisible smile shook Yi Nanhuai's hand tightly holding the gun.

    Anyone who is not a blind and deaf monk in the Zangyuan Realm knows that Qu Kuang Laojun, the head of the Zhibei Gate of the most powerful force, personally brought back a ten-year-old boy more than 40 years ago, and designated him as his personal disciple. It's called Mohuai. This son is talented and hardworking. He is a born monk. He built a foundation after only ten years of practice. The other monks who were the same age as him still shrank under the protection of the sect, only daring to wander in the sphere of influence of the sect, listening to the elders teach themselves with his stories.