Returning to the station, Ning Yue really blasted Qin Jing and the others out neatly, leaving only Jia Ji alone.

"Are you Bai Xi's apprentice?" asked unceremoniously, and the gentle appearance of smiling like a spring breeze next to the ring was heaven and earth, maybe this was his true character.

Jia Shi lowered his head: "The family teacher is Yuan Xi's real person." ”

"What is your master doing now, isn't the injury healed?" Ning Yue asked with a frown.

Jia Qi was stunned, and then remembered that the master was injured at the Tongtu station more than ten years ago, and the excuse for ignoring foreign affairs over the years was also healing: "Back to the real person, the disciple had seen the master before coming to Wuji Immortal City, and his appearance seemed to be fine. "It's just that there are some psychological depressions that haven't been sorted out yet.

"Then why don't you answer my summons?" Ning Yue was a little irritable, "What kind of injury did he suffer?"

"The disciple is not very clear, it seems to be a demonic qi phagogue. Jia Ji replied with his head bowed.

Ning Yue nodded, the Demon Qi Phage Body is indeed troublesome, no wonder it takes so many years, and being able to solve it is a proof of extraordinary means: "How do you usually contact him?"

Jia Qi thought for a while: "Disciple, here is the transmission token of the sect. ”

"I contacted him right away and said I had something to look for him. Ning Yue gave a simple and direct order.

Jia Ji did as he was told, and got Yuan Xi's reply: "Let him come to Taiyi Sect." ”

Ning Yue left, came suddenly, and walked quickly, like a gust of wind. Only the meeting gift left for the good time, the wind blade talisman tells the traces left by this real person.

The days returned to their previous pattern again, exchanging battles with each other, and arrangements for the next day.

This one, Qin Huan and Gu Xun both persevered, but they did not have the strength to continue to defend the fight, they needed to heal, the cruelty of the ring battle and the xenophobia of sword cultivation had gradually been shown in front of them.

Kong Mo was tragic again, and his opponent was Jin Dan Cheng again, and then he was knocked out of the ring again after trying his best.

However, Jia Qi, Wei Fu and Qin Jing all held their rings and continued to fight tomorrow.

Both Du Yan and Cheng Xuan have received notices from the fighting arena that there will be a fight tomorrow.

Knowing their respective circumstances, Jia Ji left the hall first, she needed to rest well and cope with tomorrow's challenges.

Seunghyun left the hall behind Jiaji.

"I probably won't be able to go tomorrow. Cheng Xuan said a little depressed, thinking of the strange thing that Zhan Mingyang had, he was even more angry, and felt that the world was really strange!

"I know. "The best period has already guessed, "You pay attention, don't be beaten down in the first game." ”

Cheng Xuan looked at her and blinked, he was thinking in his heart how to quickly end the battle tomorrow and go to the Wuji Ring? It's not impossible to admit defeat! Why was it so easy to see through all of a sudden, his mind was very easy to guess?

"Well, I'll try to win. "Seunghyun promised.

Jia Qi smiled and hugged his neck: "We will all win." ”

Today is the third day of the good period, and the opponent is no longer the first-time late-stage monk, nor is it an unobtrusive bear child like yesterday, but a middle-aged monk with a calm temperament and looks very good in all aspects, and he should be a normal person from the outside.

The best time is the same as in the past, salute, report to the door, and then prepare.

The middle-aged monk's name is Zhou Haoyuan, the registered disciple of the Sword Eight Peak Peak Lord, yes, it is the disciple of the Yuanying Zhenren Sucheng Sect who guards in Wuji Immortal Town. After the patronage of Ning Yue Zhenren yesterday, it is estimated that he has already noticed the disciples of the Taishang Sect of Jia Qi and his party, and today they have sent their disciples to prepare to give Jia Qi a horse, it is best to fight it quickly, and the disciples of the other sects of the province are arrogant under the noses of their Wuji Sword Sect.

The sky can be seen, they are serious about seeking battle, how can they be arrogant?

Zhou Haoyuan's sword is not the strength of the sword intent, but the ability to continuously attack, each of his swords is using the minimum consumption to achieve the maximum effect, each sword is tricky and ruthless, straight to the point, which is also the characteristic of many veteran monks.

Jia Ji never took a step back, and fought head-on with Zhou Haoyuan, sword after sword, but the sword momentum was fluctuating, but it contained infinite strength and continuous stamina.

The competition between the two sword cultivators' pure sword intent and swordsmanship quickly attracted the attention of many sword cultivators, and they all watched with burning eyes, cheering from time to time. The fight in the ring was lively, and the audience was equally lively.

Obviously, for those who are young, the attraction of the mysteries of swordsmanship has outweighed their natural obsession with beauty.

Jia Qi doesn't pay attention to what is going on off the stage, her attention is always focused on the opponent's body, and the endless sword moves are cast one by one, either as fast as lightning, or as fleeting as a trace, or as starlight, or as powerful as a dragon, ever-changing.

Zhou Haoyuan also became more and more surprised, and the more he fought, the more crazy he became.

The sword moves of the two men became faster and faster, and the rolled up sword qi stirred in the ring, making a tooth-aching sound when it collided with the shield.

After thousands of rounds, the two people's sword lights handed over, and they floated and retreated at the same time.

Zhou Haoyuan looked at Jia Qi: "Who is your master?"

"The family teacher Yuan Xi is a real person. Good time to answer.

"No, I'm asking who your swordsmanship teacher is?" Zhou Haoyuan looked at her insistively, asking for an answer.

Jia Qi looked at him: "I only have one master, and that is Yuan Xi Zhenren." ”

"But Yuan Xi is a real person who cultivates the body, how can he teach you such excellent swordsmanship. Zhou Haoyuan was puzzled, he knew a lot about the body cultivation cultivator who was the most promising to advance to the Yuan Dynasty in the cultivation realm, so he couldn't believe Jia Ji's answer.

"My master never taught me swordsmanship. Jia Qi looked at Zhou Haoyuan's expression and continued, "He will only let me fight him with the sword in my hand, for a year, ten years, and a hundred years, from the beginning of my apprenticeship, it has been like this." "Thinking of the time when I fought or was beaten for more than 200 years, I felt sore, and this is definitely a sequelae.

Zhou Haoyuan was completely shocked at this time, and stammered a little: "But, when you apprenticed, wasn't the real person already Jindan consummated?"

"Can't you fight if Jindan is perfect?" Jia Qi asked rhetorically, refusing to tell the truth that he had been beaten for two hundred years.

She didn't say it, Zhou Haoyuan also understood, and suddenly looked at her with some pity, this girl is really tough enough, she has been beaten for two hundred years, not only is she not decadent, but she was beaten out of a magical swordsmanship, which is absolutely unbearable. If you don't accept it, you can't.

Jia Qi hated his eyes, as if she was very pitiful, she didn't feel pitiful at all, besides, even if she was pitiful, it was not his turn to sympathize with a stranger, Qingjian waved: "Zhou Daoyou, let's fight it directly!"

Zhou Haoyuan nodded: "That's what I mean." "According to the previous battle of more than 1,000 moves, if you don't show your real skills, two people can't distinguish the superior, and in the ring, only one person can be left.

Who can stay? (To be continued.) )