The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

Yecheng and Qinglu Sword School are both in Nanlu. Here, Zhongshan's reputation is naturally even better.As a disciple of Zhong Lu Lianjian Zong Yasheng, Chu Huan seemed to be covered by the shining light of the stars at this fold.Although he showed great strength in the first few rounds, he is still not expected, there is no shocking breakthrough performance.

Some people think that he has not met a strong enemy, so he did not use the strongest backhand.Just as Chen Yi had never used the strongest sword before facing Yin Biyue, he was underestimated.

The female disciples of Lian Jianzong are mostly as bold and bold as their patriarch Yang Liu.And many male disciples are like elder Qujiang.

As the six gentlemen of Yasheng, the temperament is the mildest and the lowest-key Qujiang.Only when the sword is drawn is it really like a Yasheng.

Duan Chongxuan finally synthesized all the news and concluded, "I guess Chu Huan's strength in the last round was only 40% at most."

Yin Bi's eyebrows frowned slightly, and Chu Huan only watched one of his matches.There was no dead wood rejuvenation trick in that scene, and no clues could be seen at all.

Luo Mingchuan smiled and relieved, "Don't worry, I have also practiced some wood-based exercises."

Brother!You have never practiced anything!

Yin Biyue intellectually thinks that he really thinks too much, and Brother will definitely win.But I couldn't help worrying.Not a general worry.

This emotion is so unfamiliar that it makes him feel that he has been abnormal recently.

The time for both parties is set at Jiming.As the first game of qualifying, the first apprentice of Cangya played against the disciple of Lianjian Zongya. Even if the time was set earlier, countless people started to watch the game early.Especially the disciples of Lianjian and Cangya have almost arrived in Yecheng.

The two saw each other on stage.

In terms of appearance, Chu Huan is more recognizable than Chen Yi, but his temperament is exactly the same.A purple gown with wide sleeves and narrow waists was worn on him, and it also produced a warm and peaceful feeling.

Everyone felt that it was pleasing to see two gentlemen on the stage.

Chu Huan said, "Long admiration."

Luo Mingchuan responded, "Dare not."

Without more exchanges, the competition officially began.

Chu Huan took the first step and saw a green light flew out of the sleeve, the wind screamed, and in a blink of an eye the sky was thick!

When they flew to Luomingchuan to face the door, all the people saw that it was a vine.The green was dripping, and he kept pumping out new shoots.

Chu Huan held the vine in his sleeve like a long whip and pulled it straight!

Luo Mingchuan's expression remained the same, almost at the moment when the vines appeared, a fiery wall of fire ignited in front of him!

Duan Chongxuan was a little ashamed for a while, because he found that Luo Mingchuan didn't pinch the speed of throwing runes.

However, only the vines were stopped, and the burnt black skin was quickly replaced by the vibrant emerald green, and the fire wall was even opened, and the castration continued forward!

This time, the audience finally saw Luo Mingchuan's pinch movements, and before he could scream, the wall of fire became a sea of ​​fire.

In the morning breeze, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, swallowing the entire ring generally.The disciple who was closer was even able to feel the rolling heat wave and pounce on his face.

Luo Mingchuan's figure could not be seen in the firelight.

Chu Huan had Zhenyuan's body protection, and still felt his skin tingle because of the fire.The purple shirt showed a little bit of green, extending rapidly, and the weak green vines covered him, but it was like an indestructible armor.

In his hand, the vines swept across the sea of ​​fire, like a violent wind turning, the waves crashed on the shore, and went straight to Luomingchuan.

The spiritual combat rhythm has always been slow, but the two of them did not play cards according to common sense, and even had a posture of immediately winning and losing.

Even Duan Chongxuan couldn't understand it, "Brother Luo's true unit output..."

There are more than ten feet from the north to the south of the ring. How much real element should be output in such a huge fire?

Yin Biyue understood what he meant, but he was unsure of his guess, and whispered, "I have seen a kind of exercise in the academy, which is a bit like "Yue Mijindu". The fire on the stage is probably half phantom."

Duan Chongxuan suddenly realized.

Not only Yin Biyue, but someone thought of a similar situation.

But what they didn't expect was that more than half of them, eight of them were illusions.But it has the power of being fake.

Thick smoke began to rise in the firelight, which was produced when the plant was constantly burning.

Some people saw Chu Huan withdraw the vines, and speculated whether he planned to admit defeat.

But Chu Huan walked to the middle of the ring, facing the fire, he began to pinch the trick.

The pinch is the two-handed tactics, the posture is very strange, no one recognizes.

The green vines around him continued to scorch and wither, losing their new power, and the purple gown was directly exposed to the fire and was burned.

But he didn't move fast, and looked solemn.

As his gestures began to get faster, someone felt the slight shaking of the ground beneath his feet and shocked, "Motioned?"

"I feel it too, what's going on?"

The ground movement is not strong, but the practitioners are keenly aware that it is not an illusion.

Suddenly wondering for a while, concentrating on perception.

At the next moment, the earth collapsed and the ears roared!

Countless gaps were cracked in the ring!

Sprouts were drilled in the cracks, and the wind and the fire were soaring.

Everyone looked at the elm forest on the stage unbelievably, and suddenly covered the fire.

Duan Chongxuan exclaimed, "Is this also an illusion?"

Yin Biyue heard his voice tremble, "No."

Chu Huan really spawned a forest on the stage.

He also noticed that when the ring cracked, there was no gravel or smoke, as if it were willing to be broken.This kind of attack has been recognized.

Chu Huan's dead wood rejuvenation tactics have already seen the true meaning of communicating nature.

The elders in the east stand looked at the man who controlled the formation.

The elder of the Qinglu sword faction frowned, "There is no change."

There is no change in the formation, indicating that the power of such an attack is within limits.

There was a lot of discussion in the ring,

"It's too exaggerated. It's still in the late stage of breaking the obstacles. If you are in the Mahayana realm, how strong will it be!"

"Can you grow a forest in a flash?"

Exaggerated indeed.

The elm tree on the stage has covered the sky and sun, and the branches and leaves are staggered, as if to isolate the entire ring from the outside world.

It's not just the isolation of sight.On stage has become Chu Huan's private domain.

His face was pale and his eyes were bright, and he stood at the center.

Chongzhiye perceives his opponent's position and movement for him, continuously sends information, and launches attacks.

The death and rebirth of this forest occurred at the same time, and there was a rebirth of Rong Rong before a while, but there was no end to it.

Everyone on the stage could not see the figure of the two, nor the fire.

Even if you concentrate, you can only hear the rustle of the wind blowing the leaves.It was surging like a tide, covering it for a while, sweeping the world.

Yin Biyue finally confirmed the speculation in his heart, "Bihai Chaosheng."

The power of dead wood rejuvenation can be ranked in the top three.In the past, there had never been anyone under the level of a minor.Because the purity of the talented spirit vein is not enough, the number of true elements cannot be supported.

But Chu Huan's realm now not only communicates naturally, but also borrows from the world.

This is a terrible thing.The saints who created this method in the "All Saints Age" used this method when they were in Mahayana, and they consumed a sub-sage.

Even at the current level of Chu Huan, the true meaning cannot reach one or two, which is enough to make people discolored.

The elder of Lian Jianzong was slightly surprised.

She thought she knew Chu Huan, who knew that he still underestimated the young man.

Many people are thinking about Luo Mingchuan in the woods. What method are you using to avoid the endless crisis and have you been injured? Isn't Yuanyuan enough to support the fire of the talent?

In Chu Huan's view, the opponent is maintaining a high-speed movement for a while.Although he couldn't find the exact position, the whole woods were his eyes and ears. Even though Luo Mingchuan was fast, there was a moment of slacking under the constant attack.Not to mention maintaining such a fast speed, True Element consumes huge amounts.

He could even feel his opponent's injury, the sticky touch of blood dripping on the leaves.

In fact, Luo Mingchuan stood on a branch on the south side of the ring, and looked calm.

The branches and leaves under his feet were very quiet, and pleasedly brushed his clothes.

Somehow, his pupils have turned into Shen Ruchang's ink.

He looked at the whole forest, and even saw the expression of everyone in the ring.

The sadness in the eyes of the younger brother.

He closed his eyes.

The woods covering the sky began to wind.

The wind screamed, his robe hunted, and the fallen leaves danced wildly.

Chu Huan's heart hurts and he couldn't spit out blood!

Because at the moment just now, he was forced to cut off the connection between him and the forest that he spawned.

It was like a sword slashing straight into the sea of ​​knowledge, leaving a nick in the bone marrow.

In the next moment, all branches and vines began to attack him frantically, and everything in sight turned into an enemy!

Everyone saw the whole wood tremble in the wind, then withered and withered quickly, and the withered fly ash was lifted up and scattered away.

Chu Huan showed a pale complexion with blood lines around the corners of his mouth.The purple gown showed several tears, as if scratched by foliage.

His voice was a bit harsh, "I admit defeat."

The crack started to close, and eventually there was no trace. If you didn’t look closely, you could not even find the cracks on it.

Everyone in the audience has not yet recovered.

No one knew what was going on, and the battle settled in a breath.

Only one ring with beautiful fine lines is left.

Yin Bi looked at it more and felt familiar, like a trace of a certain formation.

The deacon disciples of the Qinglu sword faction shouted, "At the end of this field, Luomingchuan in the Cangya Mountain wins--"

Luo Mingchuan bowed to Chu Huan, "Acknowledge."

At this time, it was found that he was still standing in the position when he saw the ceremony, but he didn't move a step.

Yin Biyue watched Brother Luo pass through the crowd who congratulated him, and nodded his head while walking straight towards him.

Forbearing forbearance, still did not suppress the corners of the upturned mouth.

So Luo Mingchuan also laughed.