"The following is the battle on behalf of the ancestral hall... Xu Yuanxuan..."On behalf of the ancestral hall... What the hell?

However, a group of uncles and uncles above didn't say anything, and this person could only agree to this "unknown source" little bald man standing on the stage.

Xu Yuanxuan's opponent is Zeng Shushu, which is a character that Xu Yuanxuan likes more when he watches Zhu Xian.

"The wind returns to the peak, Zeng Shushu. ”

Xu Yuanxuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, why is this guy's name so bad?

"Ancestral Hall, Xu Yuanxuan, please give advice. ”

Zeng Shushu smiled, threw out something, and exploded with a bang, filling the ring with smoke.

Xu Yuanxuan sneered, how could this kind of thing be possible for me... Belch...

Xu Yuanxuan saw that there were all kinds of well, the kind of pictures that Tang Bohu was best at were basically without many clothes...

"This can have..."

Zeng Shushu's voice appeared, "Yes, I know as soon as I look at Brother Ren, we are people in the same way..."

Xu Yuanxuan nodded, "It's indeed a fellow practitioner, don't delay me from beating you..."

Zeng Shushu was not discouraged, "Brother Xu, when you have time, let's discuss 'martial arts' together!"

Zeng Shushu's father sighed, "No wonder this product has been in place for so many years, and it has not been recruited by the ancestral hall, and the mud can't support the wall." ”

Uncle Zeng can often say this about his son, but the others can't talk about it, but comforts him, "You see Tian Ling'er, haven't the others been there?" uh.. and the two orphans in Caomiao Village. There's no one else..."

Uncle Zeng, how can he not know? But he always feels that his son is inferior to Tian Buyi's daughter...

I think that the ancestral hall of the patriarch prefers the disciples of Qingyun who are rooted in Miao Hong, or those who are loyal to Qingyun, otherwise why has Cangsong never been to the ancestral hall?

Over the years, because of this incident, all the seventeenth generation disciples have begun to alienate Cangsong, in addition to the head Daoxuan, he also has some dealings with Cangsong, and even the other three members of the five-person group who once went deep into the wilderness with Cangsong have drawn a line with Cangsong, and Wan Jianyi can't meet him... So Cangsong became the only person who did not change his fate after Xu Yuanxuan's arrival.

...

"Senior Sister Ling'er, come on!" Here Tian Ling'er and Qi Hao, who was supposed to be her husband, collided together, but this Tian Ling'er's heart is much higher than Tian Ling'er in "Zhu Xian", and she doesn't look down on Qi Hao, a pseudo-young man, a real uncle.

"Long Shoufeng, Qi Hao, Senior Sister Ling'er, please advise. ”

"Xiao Zhufeng, Tian Ling'er. "Neither do you say teaching...

This made Cang Song very unhappy, although he has now begun to plot to betray Qingyun, but to Qingyun itself,

He has no hate, only love. So he really hopes that his apprentices can carry forward the lineage of Longshou Peak, Qi Hao is despised by Tian Ling'er, which is naturally equivalent to slapping him in the face...

"Senior sister, be careful, senior brother, I..."

Before Qi Hao finished speaking, Tian Ling'er had already rushed over, and the two fought together in close quarters.

Xu Yuanxuan raised his eyebrows, this Qi Hao is really not an embroidered pillow... It was able to compete with Tian Ling'er, who had already begun to formally cultivate the first sword of Qingyun Swordsmanship.

Qingyun swordsmanship does not have any sword moves, every sword is actually a kind of kendo realm, and the characteristic of the first sword is that it is fast...

Tian Ling'er's sword could still be seen clearly at first, but later it turned out to be a white expanse, as if a wall was pressing against Qi Hao.

Qi Hao didn't pay attention, and Tian Ling'er had already put the sword on his neck.

"Tian Ling'er wins!"

Cangsong's face turned pale, and his fists were clenched. He was sure that this was a stunt passed down by the Qingye Patriarch back then, Tian Ling'er, a disciple of Dazhu Peak, could learn it, so why didn't he let his disciples of Longshou Peak also learn it? It's too late for you to suppress me now!

Xu Yuanxuan nodded, Tian Ling'er's performance was acceptable.

Under Wan Xian'er's ring here, there were more onlookers. Even Cang Song, looking at Wan Xian'er, had some pampering in his eyes. Wan Xian'er, the child of Shuiyue again... This is the last mark of that person in the world, right?

"Senior sister, come on!"

Wan Xian'er is the senior sister of the eighteenth generation disciple, but she is still only fourteen or fifteen years old, of course, her actual age is much older than this...

Belch... The author seems to feel a chill.

In fact, when Wan Xian'er joined Qingyun, it wasn't that no one else was earlier than her, but those were all men... Therefore, it is not wrong to say that Wan Xian'er is called a senior sister.

Wan Xian'er caused a sensation as soon as she appeared, not only because she was a senior sister, but also because she was very mysterious... Everyone only knows that her mother is Shui Yue (Shui Yue is not a monk so she is not a master), but they don't know who her father is. What's even more amazing is that Shui Yue gave birth to a child out of wedlock, and no one has ever pursued this matter. This sense of mystery also increased her popularity, and she had never participated in the Seven Veins Martial Arts, and all the disciples were looking forward to seeing the legendary senior sister, how high was her martial arts?

Wan Xian'er's opponent was Lin Jingyu, and this kid was standing there with a bitter face, quite at a loss.

Originally, he thought that he would at least reach the quarterfinals, right? As a result, he met Wan Xian'er in the preliminary round, which was really unfavorable.

"Senior sister, please let go..."Lin Jingyu was often beaten by Wan Xian'er, of course he knew that there was such a big gap between himself and this senior sister, and he was still practicing the second sword, which was already very magical. end

Tian Ling'er started more than ten years earlier than him, and he was still practicing the first sword. However, I am afraid to compare goods... Wan Xian'er was already cultivating the third sword. It's almost similar to the Flying Phoenix Palm... Each additional sword doubles in power.

"Don't talk nonsense, I can't release the water, I want to fight with the little bald man at the top of the Forbidden City!" In front of the public, Wan Xian'er also saved some face for Xu Yuanxuan, and didn't call him a little bald, only a little bald.

Lin Jingyu tugged at the corners of his mouth, "The competition between you monsters, we mortals still don't participate... I abandon..."Just as he wanted to abstain, Wan Xian'er had already stabbed him with a sword.

"I was just trying to warm up, you abstained, you thought beautifully!" Wan Xian'er could still speak loudly, but Lin Jingyu no longer had the ability to speak, so he made a judgment. But in the eyes of Tian Buyi, the eyes that looked at Lin Jingyu were eager: "The future of this son is limitless!"

"Is there an Aoba Patriarch? God bless Qingyun..."

Whether it was Dao Xuan, or Cangsong, Tian Buyi, and Shui Yue, these seventeenth generation disciples were all excited.

Wan Xian'er is certainly amazing, but she is actually more than a hundred years old... It's just that the cultivation is profound, so it still looks like a little girl. But this Lin Jingyu is different, he has really only been on the mountain for more than ten years...

Xu Yuanxuan couldn't help nodding, "This baby, hard food is required." ”

It seems that in Zhu Xian's original work, Lin Jingyu began to tend to be ordinary, or because the people he taught were not good enough. Xu Yuanxuan narcissistically thought that at least he was more than ten thousand swords...

A certain stinky and shameless person seems to have forgotten that this Lin Jingyu was still taught by Wan Jianyi, and he has nothing to do with him.

Lin Jingyu struggled to support more than seventy moves, only to hear Wan Xian'er smile and say, "After the warm-up, you can go down for me!"

A sword slashed, yes, it was chopped, as if the sword was a knife. Generally speaking, it is not appropriate to chop with a sword, it is suitable for stabbing, cutting, picking, and other skillful movements, but it is not suitable for chopping this kind of action, and there is a feeling of not being able to use strength. But Wan Xian'er just cut it down, Lin Jingyu hurriedly took a fight, and his mouth was numb, and when he looked at it again, his hand was already empty.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Senior sister, you can even use the heavy sword technique of the third sword, why are you still competing with me for a long time?"

Wan Xian'er stuck out her tongue, which made Lin Jingyu's eyes hot for a while. Wan Xian'er said, "Of course it's a warm-up, didn't I already tell you just now?"

Lin Jingyu was defeated, he knew that he was not only defeated, but also lost the power to pursue Wan Xian'er. Because Wan Xian'er didn't care about the image in front of him from beginning to end, if Wan Xian'er had a little bit of meaning to him, I'm afraid he wouldn't be so unscrupulous.

"How's the little bald man?"

"Xu Yuan Xuansheng!"

"Well... Unnecessary to worry about him. ”

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