Chapter 11 Duel! Jindan Monk Jiang Ren

There are countless human cultivators in Lingwu Continent. Each of them condenses different true essences during the Qi training period according to their own physique and the exercises they practice.

The more true essences there are, the stronger the foundation of the Dantian Qi Sea will be.

In the future, the chance of achieving the Huahai Realm and formally cultivating the spiritual energy sea will be greater, and the upper limit will be higher.

If the number of true essences is too small, it is basically equivalent to saying goodbye to the road of cultivating immortals, and the strongest life will not be more than the Danjie Realm.

This is just the difference in the number of true essences. In terms of attributes, true essences also have high and low levels.

There can be up to nine true essences. Most cultivators condense a messy "broken chaos true essence". That is, the true essence attributes are different, and even conflict with each other.

And those geniuses from the rich and powerful families have someone design a cultivation path for them when they are in their infancy. The attributes of each true essence condensed are the same, which is called "heavenly true essence".

Qi, spirit and heaven are combined, which can burst out with great power, far superior to ordinary broken chaos true essence!

Li Luobing, and now Ning Wuxie, are both Tianhe Zhenyuan.

In his previous life, Ning Wuxie only broke through to the Condensed Spirit Realm with the Eight Broken Chaos Zhenyuan.

The condensation of Zhenyuan is a matter of chance, and it is not certain that one can condense Zhenyuan as long as he advances. In addition to the Wutian Huari Gong, this time he was completely blessed by Xuan'er.

Outside the martial arts field of the Hermit Valley, although it was morning, it was already surrounded by people.

Various casual cultivators stood under the stage, with different shapes and colors, but all were very excited.

I don’t know who released the news that Jiang Ren, the closed disciple of the famous Wuyuan Zhenren, will duel with someone here today, and the opponent has just entered the valley for a week.

For Wuyuan Zhenren, the casual cultivators in the rivers and lakes are in awe, after all, he is a great man who entered the ninth realm of the immortal way more than three hundred years ago.

A hundred years ago, he killed an entire sect of demons alone, and the corpses filled the valley, so he was called Wuyuan.

His eldest disciple Li Luobing is worthy of the title of Master. He is of noble birth, has a fast cultivation speed, and is the best in the world. He is the dream of 300 million male compatriots in Lingwu Continent.

But his closed disciple Jiang Ren... is hard to describe.

His qualifications are only above average, and his personality is domineering and arrogant. People often suspect that he was given by Wuyuan Zhenren when he accepted Li Luobing.

The onlookers are eagerly looking forward to it. Some people hope that Jiang Ren will be defeated, and some people feel sorry for his opponent in their hearts, for getting into trouble with such a plague god.

Ning Wuxie led Xuan'er to the martial arts field, found Xuanji Zhenren sitting next to the ring, and asked him to take care of Xuan'er.

Elder Xuanji looked sad and a little regretful.

"Friend Wuxie, why do you have to agree to duel with Jiang Ren?"

"Duel in the Hermit Valley, there is no bottom line constraint. If you can't stand it within three moves, he can kill you directly!"

Ning Wuxie waved his hand, not wanting to say this in front of Xuan'er.

"Don't worry, Senior Xuanji, I won't die."

"Brother..."

Xuan'er, who was a little excited to see so many people, was frightened when she heard what Elder Xuanji said, and she was holding Ning Wuxie's sleeves and was unwilling to let go.

Ning Wuxie squatted down and touched Xuan'er's round face.

"Don't be afraid, brother is a man of his words, and he won't leave you."

Xuan'er looked at Ning Wuxie with big eyes like ink, with a face full of panic and fear.

Ning Wuxie hugged her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Rat Ning Wuxie, get out and die!"

A sharp and arrogant shout suddenly came from the ring behind him.

"Brother went up, and will be back soon. I will buy you candied haws when I come back."

Ning Wuxie showed a gentle and reliable smile, pushed Xuan'er away, held his long sword, and turned to walk onto the ring.

Seeing that someone really accepted the challenge, the crowd of onlookers couldn't help but burst into a clamor.

"Fuck, he's really here, so young!"

"No... this guy seems to have only... trained in Qi?"

"Indeed, the weapon he holds is a steel knife! A steel knife used by mortals!"

"Why would a Qi-refining cultivator want to fight a Jindan cultivator? Is he tired of living?!"

Many cultivators have seen Ning Wuxie's cultivation and burst into surprised and puzzled voices.

Many people shook their heads helplessly and mourned for this young man. Some people even cursed in a low voice, saying that this Jiang Ren had no martial ethics and bullied the weak so blatantly.

The moment Ning Wuxie stepped onto the ring, the lines around the ring suddenly lit up, and several lines of large characters appeared above the ring.

[Ning Wuxie vs. Jiang Ren Three Moves, Bet: One Jueyun Negative Qi Formation]

This is displayed by the Hermit Valley ring reading the will of both parties on the stage, and it will not be faked.

Seeing this scene, the people below the stage were surprised again.

In a seat far from the ring, a man covered in a black robe with his face unclear was sitting. Next to him, a woman in a white dress with a veil on her face was talking to him.

"Master, Ah Ren must have been humiliated by this guy and was so excited that she rashly agreed to the duel. Don't be angry..."

Although the veil covered her face, the woman's pair of autumn eyes were still beautiful, and her figure was tall and exquisite, with an extraordinary temperament.

If Ning Wuxie saw her, he would recognize her at a glance. This was his idol in his previous life, and the enemy who killed him, the future emperor Li Luobing!

Hearing Li Luobing's plea, Master Wuyuan snorted coldly and said nothing.

Because the duel on the ring had already begun.

Facing Ning Wuxie who came to the field with a knife, Jiang Ren mocked him wantonly.

"Little Qi Refiner, you are not going to use a mortal steel knife to resist me, are you?" Jiang Ren's expression was playful.

Clang——

A green long sword shot up from Jiang Ren's back, sparking a sword light several feet high, floating behind Jiang Ren.

"Pose a better posture." Jiang Ren waved his hand, as if he was going to kill Ning Wuxie with one move.

Ning Wuxie untied the long cloth wrapped around the sword and silently made a starting posture.

Jiang Ren glanced at him, and his disdainful expression on his face became even worse.

Whoosh——

The sound of the sword blade breaking through the air came! Jiang Ren's flying sword swooped down from the sky and headed straight for Ning Wuxie's head!

The whole audience was silent, and everyone was waiting for the bloody scene to appear.

Ning Wuxie did not move, as if he was scared silly, until the sword tip was less than one meter away from him, and then he suddenly dodged!

Jiang Ren's flying sword could not stop for a while, and it hit the ground of the ring, making a clang sound.

The people watching below were all in an uproar!

Xuan'er, who had covered her eyes and dared not look, heard the voices of the crowd, took her hands away, and saw her brother standing on the stage intact, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even Elder Xuanji and Master Wuyuan, the master and apprentice, couldn't help but open their eyes wide.

This Qi-refining cultivator has rich combat experience and a calm mind!

Ordinary cultivators, facing such an attack, must instinctively want to resist, but this is exactly what Jiang Ren wants, how can ordinary soldiers compete with magic weapons!

If Ning Wuxie's dodge just now was one second later, he would definitely be pierced alive!

Until this moment, the crowd in the audience felt that this Qi-refining cultivator was not as simple as they thought.

Ning Wuxie dodged a position, without any hesitation, turned around to face the flying sword that had just been hit hard, and splashed ink swordsmanship like rain!

Now he is a Qi-refining cultivator, and his swordsmanship contains spiritual power, and the power is more than ten times that of the massacre in the slums.

Ding Ding Dang Dang --

Jiang Ren's flying sword had not yet adjusted its posture, and was immediately chopped by the ink-splashing knife technique, swinging in the air, shaky.

Jiang Ren, who was not far away, was also in a bad mood. Attacking the magic weapon also had an impact on his soul. At this moment, his soul was itchy and it was difficult to recall the flying sword, but he did not dare to retract his mind.

Not only that, he was also sad in his heart. He thought it was a situation where he would be killed instantly, but he did not expect to be counterattacked in this way.

Thinking that his master and senior sister must be watching him in the audience at this time, his face became more and more embarrassed and angry.

Bang!

A spiritual power wave burst out from the flying sword, lifting Ning Wuxie away. He rolled on the ground and was not injured.

But the steel knife in his hand gradually accumulated cracks in the process of attacking Jiang Ren's flying sword just now, and finally exploded.

This wave was the spiritual power impact released by Jiang Ren to adjust his posture. It did not cause any harm, but consumed a lot of spiritual power.

Ning Wuxie smiled slightly. His goal was achieved. Jiang Ren became anxious.