Destiny is ashes

Chapter 711 Life experience
Naturally, Miao Yunying was defeated.

It was not natural that Miao Yunying was defeated too quickly and too suddenly, and the strength displayed by An Jing made everyone's face change and they were shocked.

"I don't quite understand their offense and defense..."

On the side, Mi Xinghan frowned and whispered to Yue Yunhe: "I understand the initial breaking of the sword formation, and I also understand Lao Mu's 'Dawn Breaking Sword Qi' later. I lost to this move last time."

"But how did An Jing break through the protective qi of old Miao? When the Dawn Breaking Sword Qi was activated, the water, fire, dragon and tiger qi protected his body, and the yin and yang were intertwined. The power of the five elements was restricted. How did An Jing break through it and knock Miao Yunying unconscious with one palm?"

"It's very simple."

Yue Yunhe watched intently. He was the oldest among the True Masters and had the most combat experience. Naturally, he could see the exquisiteness of An Jing's move: "Water and fire can condense yin and yang, so what about the other five elements?"

"An Jing just used five different kinds of evil spirits to condense them into a five-weapon lightning that can be compared to the Yin-Yang sword energy. It exploded in an instant, and the power was just enough to blast away Miao Yunying's body-protecting qi, and then knocked him out with one palm."

Shi Liang nodded at the side, and the junior uncle also saw the clue: "At this moment, An Jing can be said to be distracted and the skills he used are also superb. It's really terrifying. Is this the level of a true genius?"

As the best among the true disciples, Shi Liang was quite confident in his own strength. He had fought with the true disciples of Taiming Sect before, and he did not feel that the true disciples who came to him were anything special. They were only on par with himself, or even weaker.

If that’s the case, how much stronger can the geniuses from the Shangmen Tianzong be than them?

If peace is the answer, then it would be too strong.

"Is there anyone else?"

After An Jing carried the sleeping Miao Yunying away, he looked around and found that everyone who had been eager to try before was now lost in thought.

Fighting with An Jing, there is definitely progress. Miao Yunying must have benefited a lot this time, and the same must be true for me. But if I have to say that I should fight now...

They finally realized that the later it got, the more real things they would see and the greater the gains would be!

Therefore, compared to the initial competition for first place, the true disciples began to be more humble: "Sister Luo, you are the poorest, how about you go first?"

“No, no, Brother Zuo, you’re faster, you go first!”

Amidst all the chaos, Miao Yunying woke up after a long sleep. He was dazed at first, but soon regained his composure: "I lost... too quickly!"

He complained about himself, and An Jing smiled and said, "You are really strong. If you have a good magic weapon, or even a divine weapon, and use your full strength, the threat you pose will definitely be greater than that of He Wen Ding and Ye Yuelong in Hongta City combined."

"You didn't use your medicine reserves this time. If you really fought to the death, not only could you injure me, you might even be able to hold me back for a long time."

"Haha, that's too good."

Miao Yunying shook her head and sighed: "So what if he used it? An Jing, you also have magic weapons, elixirs, and trump cards. Although sparring is called sparring, it is actually a form of actual combat."

"This time, I really gained a lot and realized the shortcomings of many of my tactics."

"Ah."

An Jing nodded: "I am looking forward to your progress in the True Transmission Competition." "I feel like you don't even need to participate."

Before Miao Yunying could speak, Bai Luo said, "With your strength, An Jing, there is no need to fight. If you must fight, an exhibition match will be enough. There is no one in the younger generation who can be your opponent. The older generation may be able to find a few, there is no doubt about that."

"Indeed." "Indeed." "That's right." "I agree."

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded in agreement. Being beaten down by An Jing in private was fine, but to be beaten down in front of everyone and watched by all the disciples of Mingjing Sect for three breaths, no one thought it was unnecessary.

As the pillars cultivated by the sect with great care, the future gods and true disciples, their value is unquestionable. They certainly don't care about fame, but concentrate on honing their skills. They don't care about winning or losing, or fame. What they need is to hone their skills.

However, in a sparring match, one can at least hold back and try their luck. Once on the real field, if everyone fights seriously, An Jing might really be able to kill the opponent in one second!

In this way, there will be neither gain nor fame, so why bother!
"You two should discuss who will challenge An Jing first."

Miao Yunying shook her head, then pulled An Jing back somewhat embarrassedly. Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, An Jing comforted him, "Don't be too stressed. I am a god, and I have experienced many great disasters. I also have a divine weapon on me. It is normal that you cannot beat me."

"No, what I want to say is..."

Miao Yunying hesitated for a while, but still asked: "May I ask Brother An...are you...possessed by an evil spirit?"

"Correct."

An Jing nodded. In fact, all the major forces knew the news. It was normal for the Mingjing Sect's true disciples to know it. It was normal for a genius boy to be possessed by the fragments of ancient imperial weapons. Many of the upper and middle sects had the foundation of their ancestors.

"That Fuxie should be someone who possesses the great magical power..."

Halfway through the conversation, Miao Yunying suddenly sighed, then bowed deeply to An Jing and said, "I am sorry for being so presumptuous."

After saying this, he hurried away while An Jing was confused.

"This...what's going on, Brother Miao?"

An Jing grabbed Luo Qinghui, who was more familiar with Miao Yunying, and the talisman girl laughed: "Oh, it's his old problem - you don't know the background of old Miao, right?"

"I really don't know."

An Jing said: "Just looking at his white hair, he must be from a special ethnic group."

Mi Xinghan on the other side heard this conversation and immediately responded, "Indeed. Old Miao is a member of the 'Pure Land People', a common ethnic group in the ancient Dao Court era. The so-called Pure Land is a small cave heaven that is isolated from the great heaven and earth. It is said that in the past, the number of small cave heavens and small worlds around Huaixu could even surround the Milky Way. The Pure Land People are an ethnic group that specializes in opening up these small cave heavens and small worlds."

"Old Mu's life story is bizarre. He was a baby wrapped in a magic weapon and fell from the sky like a meteorite. He first fell on a pasture in a tribe under the jurisdiction of the Mingjing Sect and was adopted and cared for by a herdsman who had no children."

"He was normal at first, but as he grew up, he gradually showed extraordinary talents. Unlike us, Lao Miao could control water and fire spontaneously since he was a child, which made his parents think that he had awakened his innate destiny. But when we recruited new martial artists to investigate, we found that Lao Miao had no destiny. Everything was the natural talent of his body."

"In addition, he had been infected by the evil spirit without knowing it. This discovery really shocked everyone. The real person in the sect immediately took action to expel the evil spirit for him and suppressed the innate supernatural power in his body. This is how Old Mu's condition improved."

(End of this chapter)