Zhang Zheng raised her eyes and met the sizing gaze of the male cultivator with thick eyebrows on the opposite face. This was her opponent.

The square-faced male cultivator bowed slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Shang Jinguan Realm, Liu Yuanli."

Zhang Zheng cupped his hands and returned the greeting, "I'm going to Huai Feng Dalu, Zhang Zheng."

As soon as these words came out, the three people across from him subconsciously turned their attention to Zhang Zheng. Liu Yuanli's expression became even more stiff, and his face visibly dropped.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but now I took a closer look and found that Zhang Zheng is actually a person from the lower world.

The scene became silent for a moment. Ji Qingyun chuckled and stepped out, with an expression that was half joking and half mocking, "Could it be that the three fellow Taoists think that we are not qualified enough?"

"What did Fellow Daoist Ji say?"

While Meng Shushan sent a message to the other two people to calm down their expressions, he said with a shy face and a smile: "The three fellow Taoists are very powerful. I, my junior brother and sister, are not sensible. I am just worried that they will not be able to defeat them."

Even though he said this, Liu Yuanli, who was about to compete with Zhang Zheng, still didn't look good, with a look of displeasure on his face.

Nan Yulin suddenly said: "You don't have to force it. If you feel dissatisfied, just change the team and try. It's just a matter of waiting a little longer. Although the team in front of us is not here now, it won't be long."

Wait some more time?

Everyone here knows the importance of seizing the opportunity, so how can they be willing to waste time again?

Liu Yuanli knew that he could not drag down his senior fellow apprentices because of himself, so he thought to himself: "Fellow Taoist, I have misunderstood. I really don't mean that. It is a great blessing to be able to compete with fellow Taoist Zhang."

Maybe this is not a bad thing, but he still doesn't believe it. Is it possible that he, a major disciple of the Jinguan Realm, can still lose to a disciple of the First Realm?

Facing Liu Yuanli's scornful gaze, Zhang Zheng smiled nonchalantly, it was still undecided who would win!

Meng Shushan quickly warmed up and said: "Don't wait any longer. There may be as many third towers as there are second towers, and someone may come here later. Since everyone has no objections, let's start the competition now.

, what do you think?"

The six people walked towards the row of bamboo tubes displayed in the center of the tower, facing each other, standing in front of and behind a bamboo tube.

There were dozens of bamboo sticks stuck in the bamboo tube. Liu Yuanli took out the bamboo sticks first and then disappeared into the tower in a flash.

This was a test of getting familiar with time. Zhang Zheng no longer hesitated and took out a bamboo stick at will. Before he could see the characters on it clearly, he felt dizzy and the next moment he was in a vast bamboo forest.

The bamboo stick came out of his hand, flew into the air, and suddenly turned into a stream of light and shot out. The stream of light split into two, then divided into four, and then divided into dazzling lights that filled the sky.

I could only hear the crisp sound of breaking bamboo, and half of the bamboo forest in front of me was cut off at the waist. The bamboo leaves were clattering and spread all over the ground.

The streams of light merged into one and turned back into his hand. Zhang Zheng raised his hand and took a closer look. There was no bamboo stick left. The ordinary bamboo stick had turned into a blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

An ethereal voice sounded, "Cut half of the green bamboo like this to get out of the formation."

The moment the last word fell, the bamboo forest that had been severely damaged by the blade suddenly regenerated, and the broken branches and leaves covering the ground disappeared out of thin air, and everything returned to the same state as before.

Have you learned this trick? Zhang Zheng held a sharp and thin blade between his fingers and held it in front of his eyes. The bright sunlight seemed to penetrate the blade, which was as light as a feather and as thin as a cicada's wing.

It seems like it will break with just a little force. Can this thing really cut off the bamboo as thick as an arm in front of me?

Perhaps using spiritual power would be effective, Zhang Zheng tried to inject a ray of golden spiritual power into the blade. The next moment, he heard the blade click, crack from beginning to end, and shatter into dust.

His hand was still holding the knife, but the powder had slipped from his fingers. Zhang Zheng's eyes widened in surprise, and she wanted to cry without tears.

The ethereal voice sounded again in the bamboo forest, and Zhang Zheng sensed a bit of banter from the plain voice.

"I forgot to mention it. Once the weapon is damaged, it is gone. I thought it was my negligence and I will give you another chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bamboo leaf swayed down from the branch and flew leisurely to the open space in front of Zhang Zheng in the gentle breeze.

"Remember, only this one bamboo leaf cannot be used with other bamboo leaves, nor can it be used for practice."

The sound stopped and Zhang Zheng leaned over to pick up the bamboo leaf. The long and thin bamboo leaf was mostly withered and yellow, with black spots dotted in it. It was crisp and crisp. It only needed a little force with the fingertips to pick it up easily.

Puncture it.

It's worse than a blade!

Zhang Zheng is eager to know if other people's weapons are as deceptive as hers?

With the power of the soft bamboo leaves themselves, it is definitely impossible to cut the bamboo. Now she does not dare to inject spiritual power rashly. So... apart from spiritual power, what other power can give the bamboo leaves the sharpness to cut bamboo and break wood?

Woolen cloth?

She only has one chance. If she fails, she will have to stop at the third tower of Qi Palace. She must think of the best way and must not try it lightly.

Zhang Zheng spread his hands and let the bamboo leaves lie quietly in his hands. The gentle breeze rustled the bamboo forest, and occasionally he slightly raised the tail of the bamboo leaves in his hand.

The rustling sound of the wind blowing in the bamboo forest gradually became distant in my ears, and seemed to penetrate into my heart. In the noisy and quiet space, the dark pupils gradually overflowed with a little blue.

A ball of water solidified in mid-air, and the sparkling water light wavered and gathered and dispersed, as if an invisible big hand was rubbing the ball of water and then carving its shape with a knife.

The transparent water mass faintly formed the shape of a thin blade, and then suddenly collapsed into a large drop of water. The big palm kneaded the water mass again, repeating the previous action.

After the collapse, it was re-engraved, and then it was re-engraved and then collapsed again. After repeating this process tirelessly for more than a hundred times, a blade as thin as a cicada's wing was finally forged in front of my eyes.

Zhang Zheng raised his hand to hold the blade. The blade was solid and hard, and the edge was extremely sharp. The hair would break in half at the slightest touch. It was completely incomparable with water blades and gold blades inspired by magic.

The water blade inspired by the magic has its rough shape but no spirit. If you look closely, you will find that it is far from a real blade. Its sharpness is mostly given by spiritual power. If it is just a water blade, it is

Like an unsharpened knife, it is rough and dull.

With a thought, the water jet was fired out, and with a crisp cracking sound, a large piece of the vast bamboo forest fell down.

With another thought, the water jet that was still harvesting the bamboo forest suddenly collapsed, and the clear water droplets exploded, wetting several green bamboo trees.

Water is as soft as it is strong, and can be transformed into hair and sharp knives. It can also be transformed into spring rain and autumn dew, nourishing all things.

Zhang Zheng seems to have realized something, just like a blade of grass, it looks soft, but in fact the edge can cut the skin.

Half awake and half dreaming, Zhang Zheng gently raised his hand, and his spiritual power swayed from his hand, rolling up the withered yellow bamboo leaves and flying into the air. The bamboo leaves swayed leisurely, like a small boat floating in the boundless sea.

The palms slowly turn over, and the bamboo leaves dance with the spiritual power. The arms hold the elbows, and the elbows hold the wrists, kicking back inward, and unfolding outwards, the movements are slow and smooth.

The bamboo leaves seemed clumsy at first when being lifted up by the spiritual energy, stumbling up and down in the spiritual energy, but then they floated steadily on the spiritual energy, constantly adjusting their posture, and even showed faint signs of surpassing the spiritual energy and following the movements of the palms.

This is Qi, air flow.

Torrents can carry away earth, wood, bricks and tiles, and strong winds can sweep away trees, flowers and plants. In the final analysis, it is the function of air currents.
Chapter completed!