Chapter 463: A Strike Agreement

With a 'boom' sound.

A giant white fireball flew out from the pavilion below.

After the rolling white flames converged, Wang Yu stood in the void less than ten zhang away from the giant green dragonfly. He looked the long-haired young man up and down for a few times before saying calmly:

"So it is Fellow Daoist Miao visiting late at night. Since you are interested in giving some guidance, Wang will naturally not refuse. However, there are too many idle people here. How about we go to the river over there to exchange moves?"

"No problem, let's go over together." The long-haired young man Miao Feng heard this, looked at the many Mishan Sect cultivators pointing and gesturing below, pondered for a moment, and agreed directly.

Then the young man stepped on the giant dragonfly under his feet and flew straight toward the big river like a green light.

Wang Yu also pinched a spell, white flames rolled up on his body surface, and he followed closely like a ball of white fire.

The group of Qi Refinement cultivators in the mountain hollow saw this and couldn't help but look at each other in dismay, but immediately more than a dozen figures also rushed into the sky, using escape techniques to follow.

Most of these Qi Refinement cultivators who chased after them were at the late stage of Qi Refinement or above. Among them, a thirty-year-old man with a bitter expression was unexpectedly at the Qi Refinement perfection level and flew at the very front.

As for Shi Qiuping, the beautiful young woman, she also followed with a nervous expression.

This woman knew very well that her and her sister's future was all pinned on Wang Yu, this Foundation Establishment cultivator, so she was extremely concerned about the outcome of this battle and was also very worried.

She knew very well that Wang Yu's injuries had indeed not recovered, while Miao Feng, the master of the Black Sand Sect, had been famous in this area of the Cold Lanjiang for decades and had always suppressed many rogue cultivators.

After a short while.

Wang Yu and the long-haired young man arrived above the rolling river water one after another, still facing each other from ten zhang away.

Wang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, threads of white flame lingering on his body surface, but his gaze fell on the giant green dragonfly under the young man's feet, and he asked with interest:

"I didn't expect there to be such a realistic puppet. Did you refine this yourself, or did you purchase it from elsewhere?"

This giant dragonfly was actually a mechanical puppet.

And in Wang Yu's powerful divine sense induction, the long-haired young man's cultivation was already clear at a glance—Foundation Establishment second level, even worse than his own third level. So even though his internal injuries had not fully recovered, he didn't have too much worry in his heart.

No matter how he was not in his best state, the Red Sun Great Art he practiced was the sect's top-tier cultivation technique, and the Profound Armor Art was only a line away from entering the door, becoming a formal second-rank body-refining warrior. He could be considered a dual cultivator of magic and body, so he naturally wouldn't fear this Black Sand Sect master.

"How could I have the ability to refine such a first-rank boutique puppet? It was just purchased from a Spirit Puppet Sect shop. I have heard that you have two spirit beasts, one at the Qi Refinement perfection level and one at the late stage of Qi Refinement, both quite capable. Why not release them and let me see them?" Miao Feng asked with a 'hehe'.

"Just two low-rank spirit beasts, they don't need to come out for this battle. On the contrary, I have recently refined a second-rank spell. If you have the ability to take one strike without being defeated, I will count it as my loss. How about that?" Wang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly suggested this.

"Just take one spell without being defeated, and I win?" Miao Feng's expression flickered upon hearing this.

"Yes, as long as you win, I will leave the Cold Lanjiang immediately. But what if you cannot even take one strike?" Wang Yu asked back impolitely.

"Haha, if I cannot even withstand one strike from you, what else is there to say? Naturally, I will give up the medium-sized first-rank spirit vein occupied by the Black Sand Sect, and from then on, as long as you are present, I will definitely retreat respectfully from afar." The long-haired young man understood the meaning of Wang Yu's words, felt a chill in his heart, but laughed wildly on the surface.

"Since that is the case, then let's slap our palms as an oath." Wang Yu continued with an unchanged expression, his five fingers spread, and he slowly raised an arm.

"Good, it is settled."

The long-haired young man's smile faded. He agreed without hesitation, raised an arm, and slapped the void in front of him. A ball of yellow light left his hand, turned into a yellow palm phantom about a foot in size, and flew straight toward the opposite side.

Wang Yu shook his wrist, and a ball of white flame also flew out, condensing into a white palm print of about the same size, meeting it directly.

With a 'boom' muffled sound.

The yellow and white palm prints collided, flames and yellow light intertwined and lingered. After the white flames rolled, they pushed the yellow light back by a zhang before they both flashed and dissipated.

Seeing this, Miao Feng's face sank.

Opposite him, Wang Yu had already pinched spells with both hands, his shoulders shook, and the white flames lingering on his body rose sharply, turning into white fire pythons as thick as arms, coiling around his body.

At the same time, with a 'poof' sound behind Wang Yu, a white halo of light appeared out of thin air. After condensing, countless white light flames emerged from within the halo. Amidst the rolling flames, they turned into a giant white sun with a diameter of a zhang, floating and rising slowly, emitting scorching light.

Seen from afar, the momentum was quite astonishing!

At this time, by the river.

Shi Qiuping and the others finally arrived nearby. Seeing the white sun above Wang Yu's head, they were all shocked and stopped one after another.

Seeing this situation, Miao Feng's pupils also shrank slightly. He didn't dare to be negligent, shook his sleeves, and a black leather bag the size of a palm flew out. It just swayed in the wind and turned into a giant bag about half a zhang long.

He pointed at the giant bag from a distance with one hand.

With a 'poof' sound.

The originally tight bag mouth opened wide, and a gust of black, dim wind sprayed out from within, inside which were countless crystal sand grains the size of beans.

As soon as the black wind and sand sprayed out, they rolled and turned into a large piece of black sand cloud, protecting Miao Feng underneath.

"Black Sand Bag, the treasure of the Black Sand Sect, was actually brought out by this Black Sand Sect Master."

"I have heard that the Black Sand Bag is a magic tool with thirty-nine inscriptions, and it is considered very powerful even among second-rank mid-grade magic tools."

"I have also heard that the Black Sand Sect Master once used this magic tool to defeat a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the same rank."

"Then isn't the Sect Master in danger?"

The group of Qi Refinement cultivators watching from afar whispered.

Only the man at the Qi Refinement perfection level stood alone with his arms crossed, looking at the two figures on the river, saying nothing.

Seeing this, Shi Qiuping's worry deepened.

At this time, Miao Feng's other sleeve also moved, and a triangular token emitting strange coldness flew out from within. After spinning, it expanded several times in size, and like a shield, it also blocked in front of him.

Wang Yu looked at all this opposite him, his expression unchanged, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. His mouth moved slightly, and while pinching spells, he began to chant incantations.

Deep in his divine sense sea, dots of red light emerged, and instantly, dense red spirit inscriptions appeared, forming an extremely complex red magic pattern diagram.

"Fire Flame Blade."

Wang Yu muttered in a voice that could barely be heard, and an arm was suddenly raised high. ===== CHAPTER 464 =====