Qianfan pulled her to a nearby pile of hibiscus, and then mysteriously handed her a small ruyi hexagonal box.

"Open it and take a look. Qian Fan said with a smile.

Su Ning lifted the lid in confusion, and there was a thumb-sized blue bead in the box, which was clear and blue, and the brilliance flowed.

Su Ningzheng didn't understand what it meant, and Qian Fan said: "This is called 'wood spar', and when you put it on your body, it can enhance the aura of wood. ”

Su Ning still didn't understand: "Childe, do you want to give this to me?"

Qian Fan explained to her in detail: "Your opponent tomorrow is the earth-type aura, isn't the wood-type aura his nemesis? ”

After listening to this, Su Ning was dumbfounded, Qian Fan was clearly going to open the back door for her.

"Childe, thank you very much, but I can't do this......" Su Ning gently closed the box and replaced it with Qianfan.

Qian Fan blinked: "What are you doing?"

Su Ning said seriously: "I hope to rely on my own strength to win with dignity." ”

"Silly girl. Qian Fan poked her forehead with his index finger and said, "Other disciples will also use their own unique treasures, do you think they are all so honest? Besides, this is not called undignified, and you are not playing any conspiracy." ”

"But ......" Su Ning still insisted: "I think that the competition is to rely on real talent, if I am strong enough, no matter what weapon I use, I will win, if I have to rely on treasures to win, it can only prove that I am not proficient in learning......

Su Ning's words were very in line with her style, and Qian Fan still persuaded her:

"Haven't you heard that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your weapon? It is a matter of course to choose the most powerful weapon in battle. ”

Su Ning replied, "Childe, thank you." The Qiankun Broken Jade Sword you mentioned, if there is a chance, I will choose it, but if the sword is taken away by someone else, I will not force it. ”

Qian Fan arched his fingers and tapped her head, and said doting and helplessly: "Hey...... Never mind...... I know you're a brainless ......."

"Sorry...... Childe ......" Su Ning said without hesitation.

"I'm sorry for what?" Qian Fan smiled and couldn't help hugging her, Su Ning stiffened again, Qian Fan lowered his head and said, "Who made me just like you like this kind of brainlessness?"

Su Ning blushed and pushed him away, and she said in a low voice, "Childe, I'm going back first......"

Qianfan kindly let her go, Su Ning boarded the cloister, she was hugged by Qianfan, she couldn't help but be a little disturbed, she lowered her eyebrows and walked briskly. When he reached a bend, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

With Su Ning's skills, she could have dodged, but for some reason, her body just couldn't retract and rushed forward, as if the metal was being attracted by a magnet, and she fell straight into a warm embrace.

Who is coming, Su Ning seems to have a premonition, she smells the fragrance of Su Hexiang on the other party's body, and her pretty face turns red again. Su Ning stood up in a panic, not daring to look up at the other party's expression.

Su Ning lowered her head and said a blessing, apologizing: "Childe, the slave is reckless, please atone for your sins......"

Her eyes quietly glanced up, only to see Qianyi's face was moody, he put his hands behind his back, and his handsome face was slightly raised, leaving her with only a beautifully shaped chin arc.

"Look for me in the Green Grove later. After Qian Yi finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.

"Yes......" Su Ning replied obediently, she felt that he seemed to be a little unhappy, and she didn't know if she was too careful......

Qianyi was unhappy, because the scene of Shicai Qianfan talking to Su Ning fell into his eyes, especially the last hug between the two, which made Qianyi annoyed, and he was immediately jealous. That's why he ambushed Su Ning in the place where Su Ning passed, appeared unexpectedly, and used spells to suck Su Ning into his arms. This can be regarded as a kind of compensation for himself, because if he wants him to learn to hug Su Ning like the frank Qianfan, he will never be able to do it.

Qian Yi is such a duplicitous man with an awkward temperament, which is also destined that although Su Ning respects and trusts him very much, he still can't achieve a positive result with Su Ning in the end.

Su Ning returned to the hosta hall to rest for a while, then changed her clothes and went to Cuilin Garden. When Qian Yi saw her coming, she didn't say anything and let her enter the Qianling Bagua Mirror to cultivate.

Mirror Immortal arranged a fight with Dong Heng for Su Ning, which was equivalent to letting her rehearse it in advance. Su Ning said in her heart, she has obtained such a cultivation that other fellow disciples can't hope for, if she is defeated tomorrow, she will really be a dou who can't be helped.

On the day of the competition, all the disciples, including those who had advanced and those who had been out, as well as the previous batch of disciples who had stayed in Qiongke City to continue their cultivation, gathered in the Chixuan Palace.

In the hall, there is a huge bronze jian, which is filled with water, and the pattern of the five-element Bagua array appears at the bottom. It was Master Qianyan who was in charge of divination, but when he saw that he was holding a few copper coins in his hand, he recited words in his mouth, and after reading them, he raised his hand and sprinkled the copper coins into the water jian.

Ripples rippled across the water, and then a scene emerged.

It was a burning castle, and the roof in the center of the castle was the site of the first game. The contestants of today's first game are Zhiyun and a male disciple named "Feng Yingquan", and the two of them selected weapons from the weapon rack.

Zhiyun wore a soft and elegant purple dress today, with a crescent bun on his head, the real autumn water is the god jade and the bones, and the hibiscus is like a face and willow like an eyebrow.

The weapon she chose was the "Yanli Sword", which matched her fire aura, and this time the competition was held in a fire field, and Weaving Cloud could be said to have taken advantage of the time and place.

After the two disciples were ready to fight, Qianguang recited the mantra, and a burst of auspicious light rose, and everyone present was sucked into the water jian.

Zhiyun and Feng Yingquan were already standing in the ring, it was a rooftop hanging mountaintop, narrow and steep, and there was a sky-high furious flame underneath, such a sinister situation, I don't know what kind of fierce battle the two would have started.

The stands were set up over the fire, and two rows of benches with three tiers floated on the east and west sides of the ring. The verdict of this competition was taken by Qianhui, and the rest of the masters only came to Qianguang and Yuqingzi's eldest apprentice, Qianxiu.

The disciples sat down one after another, Su Ning sat in the stands, feeling the heat wave on her face, sparks and smoke gushing from under her feet, as if she was in the oven, she knew that this fire was an immortal illusion, but she didn't expect it to be so real. They were still some distance away from the fire, but it was already so hot and unbearable, I believed that Zhiyun and Feng Yingquan who were in the fire would be a hundred times more uncomfortable than them.

Floating above the roof, Chie repeated the rules of the game:

"This competition is mainly to learn martial arts, and you must not know the severity and damage the friendship of the same family. In the competition, if one side admits defeat, the other side will win; the first to fall from the ring will be judged as a failure; if the one who uses the art of controlling the sky and leaves the ring within a radius of ten feet, it will be judged as a failure; and the one who is ruthless and uses a deadly immortal technique will be judged a failure!"

After Qianhui finished speaking, a ball of light was thrown out of her palm, and the ball of light expanded rapidly, and the ball of light finally turned into a transparent magic barrier, the size of which was exactly ten zhang around the ring.

A Taoist boy held a drumstick and struck a large gong floating in the air—

A bang fell, and Qianhui shouted: "The competition begins!"

The two men on the roof moved almost at the same time, and the two rushed towards each other at the same time like swifts. Feng Yingquan waved the "Glaive Knife" in his hand and slashed head-on at Zhiyun. Weaving Cloud leaped lightly, and stood firmly on his blade on tiptoe.

Feng Yingquan shouted, flipped the handle of the knife abruptly, and the weaving clouds flew up like a huge purple phoenix butterfly. Feng Yingquan also took up his sword to chase after him, and the two of them separated each other, but when they saw the sword flying sideways in the firelight, the lightning flashed, and the two fought several times on the roof.

Just when the spectators thought that this fierce battle was about to reach a stalemate, Zhiyun, who had been on the defensive, suddenly volleyed upside down, jumping back several feet away one after another, Feng Yingquan used a move "Qinglong out of the water" to her, and the glaive knife pierced Zhiyun's heart.

Zhiyun didn't dodge or dodge, she held the sword in her hand, chanted a spell in her mouth, and just as Feng Yingquan stabbed her, Zhiyun shouted:

"Fire Cloud Flame Slash!"

She danced the long sword in her hand, and when Yan Li's sword landed, it turned into countless silver-white lightning, carrying a red flame to the sky and pounced on Feng Yingquan like a flying python. Feng Yingquan was caught off guard and resisted with a horizontal knife.

Zhiyun's own fire-like aura, coupled with the raging flames around him, could Feng Yingquan hastily avoid it? I saw a thousand flames on fire, and the red light of the slippery thorns was flying, and Feng Yingquan was wrapped in a ball of fire.

He recited the art of resisting water, brandishing the Glaive Knife and flipping out a few waves of water, trying to break through. However, the fire was fierce, and this little amount of water could not be extinguished at all, but it burned more and more fiercely. The flames wrapped around Feng Yingquan like a bone appendage, and he screamed in the firelight, like a fire burning hell.

Qianhui stared closely, Feng Yingquan had spiritual power on his body, and he was not scorched, but his hair and clothes were already yellow. Weaving Cloud controlled the fire with ease, trapping him in it without endangering his life.

Zhiyun seems to have some spare strength, if in actual combat, the enemy encounters this trick "Fire Cloud Flame Slash", I am afraid that it will be turned into ashes in an instant.

The disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, and Zhiyun only made one move, and Feng Yingquan was already defeated.

Zhiyun swung a sword again, and the fireball suddenly grew a few feet wide, Feng Yingquan was really burned to the point that he couldn't support it, although this fire would not let him die, but the taste of being burned by the blazing flames was very bearable, he could almost smell the skin and flesh on his body emitting the smell of roasted meat, and felt that his blood was about to be turned into gas.

If he continues like this, he will die of heat if he is not burned to death.