I don't have a sword, what are you pulling?

Also, Senior Sister, do you have any weapons that you can use?

How come they don't know at all?

Several people were all sticking to the rock wall outside the hall, and all of them had the urge to hold their foreheads and sigh.

Among them, Shen Ji simply had a refreshing feeling of "hahaha was finally taken crooked by me", but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that something seemed to be wrong.

Yashan Draw the Sword Faction, Draw the Sword Faction, not only to let people draw the sword, but you also have to pull it yourself!

And the hearts of the people were faint.

Inside the temple.

After seeing the sorrow and spit out the word "draw the sword", Zhou Baozhu was stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

Among the Yashan disciples, there is a saying of "drawing the sword" since ancient times, so it is said that "the sword of the Yashan is across the nine heavens", and all the Yashan disciples who advocate "drawing the sword" are called the "sword drawing faction".

She had heard of this for a long time, but because she had little contact with the disciples of the Yashan faction, she had never seen it.

Now on top of this hall, I heard a senior sister of the Yashan Sect in the Qi refining period say to herself, "Draw the sword"?

In the cultivation realm, when did these people become so bold?

Even if it's Yashan, don't you need to look at the disciple's cultivation?

Anyway, Zhou Baozhu is also in the middle stage of foundation building!

Right now, there is a little minion in the Qi refining period who dares to draw his sword to her because he is a disciple of Yashan?

A feeling of being insulted, suddenly like a slap, fell on Zhou Baozhu's face, making her face more and more ugly.

"Be forgiving and forgiving. We respect Senior Sister Jian Sorrow is a disciple of Yashan, so I have always been very polite, since I asked Yashan everywhere, I have never offended the seniors, why is it so so?"

Zhou Baozhu's face was calm, as if he was admonishing and sorrowful.

"The Yashan disciple drew his sword, and the treasure bead also heard a little. It's just that I am advised to think deeply about the seniors, and the faces of the two factions will not look good if they are torn apart. ”

said that it was the face of the "two factions", but in fact, everyone understood the meaning of Zhou Baozhu's words.

Seeing that sorrow is also a period of qi refining in their eyes, they are so arrogant that they want to challenge Zhou Baozhu in the middle stage of foundation building, and the one who loses face must be Yashan!

It's just that......

Behind Zhou Baozhu, the cowardly girl finally slowly raised her head and went to see Zheng Ying, the head of Yashan, and the elder who had not spoken in the main hall.

Unexpectedly, these two talkers had an indifferent expression, and their eyes were shining, as if they were excited?

At that moment, the girl felt that something was wrong, and wanted to say something to Zhou Baozhu, but she didn't dare to speak because she was in the main hall.

Zheng Yue's heart was already happy at this time.

Seeing that Senior Sister Chou had just succeeded in building a foundation, someone sent her to the door to practice her moves, and even uttered wild words, implying that they would lose face?

The fun was great.

Zheng Yan held back a smile and turned his head to look at the Fudao mountain man, who also turned his head with an expression of "seems to be quite interesting".

The two glanced at each other, but neither said anything to stop them.

As for seeing sorrow, when I heard that "it won't look good on any side of the tear", I didn't bother to speak.

She only turned around and bowed to Zheng Invite and Fudao Shanren: "Master, Master, this hall is too small to use your fists and feet, I don't know if you can change places?"

The meaning of single-mindedness.

She must "draw her sword" today.

In fact, the current Lanyue Hall is not small, and it can be said to be more than enough for two monks in the foundation building period to fight.

Seeing sorrow will not see the situation of the Lanyue Palace, so the only possibility is ......

When the people of Fudao Mountain thought of the huge hole in the mountain wall, they couldn't help but shine brightly: Oh, hey, their own apprentices are also masters of hiding private goods!

Looks like we're ready for a show!

Without waiting for Zheng Yu to speak, he was already afraid that the world would not be chaotic and stood up: "The sword drawing platform in the back mountain is big enough and empty enough, if you want to compare with each other, talk about whether it is easy for this kind of thing to happen by mistake, just go over there." ”

Zheng Yu couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Look at this shameless appearance, a good picking quarrels and provoking troubles was directly beautified as such a high-sounding reason as "talking about the possibility of accidental injury"!

It's just too much!

He liked it, though.

So, the head of Yashan also stood up and squinted with a smile: "Yes, the sword drawing platform is just right." ”

"Goo-dong!"

"Goo-dong!"

"Goo-dong!"

……

Outside the hall there was the sound of falling to the ground.

The people of Fudao Mountain knew that there were a few people outside eavesdropping, and they didn't care much in their hearts, so they just pretended not to hear it.

I was a little surprised when I saw it.

The head of the sect, Zheng Yin, had already walked towards the outside of the hall, which could be regarded as guiding the way for the three female cultivators of the candle-cutting sect.

Zhou Baozhu glanced at her sorrow coldly and followed Zheng Invitation.

Seeing that she was slightly bowed, she was very polite, she smiled on her lips, and only waited for the Fudao mountain people to come over, and then followed her master's side and went outside.

The long, wide passage is right in front of you.

It's just that when I came out, I saw five people outside.

Needless to say, Qu Zhengfeng and Shen Ji are also there, the little radish head I saw before is also there, and there is another one who looks tall and honest, and there is a decadent atmosphere all over his body, and there is only a pair of eyes, which is particularly profound.

"Senior sister!"

When Shen Ji saw people coming out, he hurriedly jumped out and shouted in a low voice.

Seeing that Chou stopped, he glanced at Zhou Baozhu in front of him, changed his direction, and walked towards Shen Qi: "Fourth junior brother?"

Is there something going on?

Shen Ji looked up and down and saw sorrow, as if he knew her for the first time.

Qu Zhengfeng also has wonderful eyes, and he only feels that his sad temperament is indeed a little different from what he thought at the beginning.

As for the other three, it was the first time they saw this "senior sister", and they stared at each other, as if they wanted to count how many bones she had.

"Senior sister, do you have a sword?"

At this critical moment, Shen Zhi didn't talk nonsense, but went straight to the point, asking a question that everyone was very concerned about.

I was stunned: "No." ”

Shen Ji held his forehead and sighed helplessly: "If you don't have a sword, what kind of sword do you ask someone to draw?"

"Brush pull. ”

A chill burst out.

A long sword was suddenly handed out and put in front of the sorrowful eyes.

Shen Blame and Seeing the sorrow, they both turned their heads in surprise to take a look.

I saw Qu Zhengfeng holding a dark black long sword with a sheath in his hand, black as ink, looking ordinary.

I don't understand what it means.

Qu Zhengfeng said lightly: "As far as I know, Senior Sister doesn't have a very good weapon now, and now that she wants to fight with the Candle Cutting Sect, she can't do without a sword." This sword is called Shentan, it is a high-grade magic weapon, which I used with me in my early years. ”

"That's right!"

Shen Yi patted his head, and as soon as he stretched out his hand directly, another transparent and elegant small sword appeared in his palm.

"This is what I snatched from someone else a few years ago, it was originally used by a female cultivator, and it is also a high-grade magic weapon, which looks better than the second senior brother's. If you don't like it, take this!"

The magic weapons of the two of them lit up, and several other people also glared.

Seeing that the other three people also had the posture of taking out the magic weapon, they couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

There was a smile on his lips, but this time it was warm.

"A few juniors don't have to worry about it, I think that drawing a sword is to let others draw a sword. I don't have to draw my sword myself. ”

"But......" Shen Ji's eyes rolled, and he finally said what he thought in his heart, "Senior sister, you won't be handsome if you don't have a sword!"

The rest rolled their eyes in unison.

Seeing that she was sad, she said, "Thank you for the kindness of the fourth junior brother, I really don't have a sword." ”

She was stunned, and several people looked at her.

It was very easy to see sorrow: "But I have legs." ”

Leg.

The nerd Chen Weishan's gaze moved down at once.

Moreover, he is not alone.

After the initial moment of apprehension, everyone brushed together to see the sad legs.

The dress of the sorrowful is not feminine, but the white robe is suitable for walking outside, which is similar to the dress of these male cultivators.

A pair of legs......

Eh, isn't it a bit bad to stare at the legs of the senior sister like this?

Jiang He's little fat man blushed.

Seeing that he looked sideways and looked ahead, the head Zheng Yu had already stopped and turned to look at them.

The people of Fudao Mountain copied their hands and ate chicken legs on the side, completely looking at the expressions of fun.

She knew she couldn't stay longer, so she didn't explain anything more, smiled slightly, and turned to continue walking.

In place, the five brothers were a little confused.

The eyes of several people fell on the legs of the sorrowful step, tall and slender......

This leg ......

"Sure enough, the shape of the big hole outside the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was left by Senior Sister Jianchou......" Chen Weishan had an expression that his thoughts had been confirmed, "Such thick legs ......"

When Shen Ji heard this, he almost fell to the ground.

He turned his head and only saw the eyes of the other four people, all of whom were fixed on the long legs of the senior sister, and they didn't dare to hit others, but Shen Zhi dared to slap Jiang He's little fat man.

"Smack!"

"Fourth Senior Brother, what are you doing?" the little fat man was furious.

Shen Ji glared: "What do you see? Seeing that Senior Sister Chou is a female cultivator, do you stare at other people's legs like this?!"

Qu Zhengfeng's smile suddenly became cold, and he didn't speak.

Chen Weishan blinked: "Fourth Senior Brother, didn't you also look fascinated just now?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Shen Qi coughed suddenly, and his old face turned red.

"What, let's go out and watch the excitement!"

As he spoke, he ran out as the first one.

The next few people didn't care, and they all followed.

Everybody wants to see, "But I have legs," what the hell is said.

At this moment, I saw sorrow and turned out the inner and outer mirrors that the head had given before.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, she read a lot of jade slips, and naturally learned the method of imperial weapons.

The inside and outside mirrors flashed with a burst of golden light, and it was dazzling.

The people of Fudao Mountain looked over, and Zheng Yu also looked over.

Zhou Baozhu next to him couldn't help but smile contemptuously: "Seeing that the seniors are not grinding guns, right?"

Seeing the sorrowful smile, he didn't speak, and bowed directly to Zheng Yin.

Then, she raised her hand directly, and the inner and outer mirrors spun up in an instant, and in the process of this spun, the golden light was generous, scattering towards the surroundings, and the inner and outer mirrors also changed to three feet square.

The bright golden light is as transparent as glass.

This magic weapon, at a glance, you know that it is not ordinary.

The depth of Yashan's heritage is far from being comparable to other small sects.

Although the candle-cutting pie is not small, when he saw the sorrow and showed the inside and outside mirrors, Zhou Baozhu still couldn't help but blush.

Seeing that he calmly stepped on the mirror, he waved his hand to Zhou Baozhu: "Little friend of the candle-cutting faction, please." ”

This "little friend" is similar to the previous sentence "sister of the candle-cutting faction".

Who doesn't know that he has only stepped into the practice for more than ten days after seeing sorrow, and he dares to call himself a little friend because of his high seniority?

No......

Wrong!

Stepping into the practice for more than ten days!

Zhou Baozhu's eyes suddenly showed a look of horror!

She stared at the inside and outside of the mirror at her feet—

It's a royal weapon!

The cultivation realm is not a foundation, but it cannot be controlled!

Once you can control the weapon, it means that this person has stepped into the foundation building period!

How can it be?

Zhou Baozhu couldn't believe it.

Senior Sister Xu once said that this is a disciple temporarily accepted by the people of Fudao Mountain, and he was only able to enter Qi refining when he was on Cutting Industry Island, and he is obviously a newcomer who has just cultivated, and it is not certain whether he can build a foundation in the future.

But how much time has it been now?

Thirteen days.

I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be fake?!

This senior sister of Yashan completed the foundation building in thirteen days!

Seeing Zhou Baozhu's expression, she knew that the other party's heart must be surging in the bottom of her heart, she smiled and squinted, and reminded: "But what's wrong?"

Zhou Baozhu came back to his senses at this time.

The jealousy in her eyes had become substantial, but she forced herself to calm down and snorted coldly.

"See the sorrowful seniors, please. ”

She had a cold face, and as soon as she put her hands together, a faint purple light lit up, and a delicate flying sword had lifted her up.

Without saying a word, the two set off almost at the same time, turned into two streamers, threw them from the high stone pavilion, and landed on the tall and wide sword drawing platform!

Below, many leisurely Yashan disciples felt the fluctuation of spiritual power and looked up.

"What's the situation?"

"Isn't that the master?"

"Why is there still a nun?"

"No, no, when will Uncle Sorrow fly?"

"Am I mistaken? Is it really a retreat that lays the foundation?"

"Look, they're on the sword drawing platform!"

Draw the sword!

In the eyes of all the disciples under the Yashan Sect, the sword drawing platform will always have an extraordinary significance.

A slender sword, the tip of the sword fell to the ground, and the hilt of the sword firmly supported the high sword drawing platform, supporting the backbone of the cliff mountain.

Stratus clouds floated only on the top of Lingzhao, and the blazing sunlight cast the huge shadow of the sword drawing platform on the flat surface of Lingzhaoding.

Seeing sorrow and Zhou Baozhu, they fell on both sides of the sword drawing platform.

The mountain wind was cold, stirring the clouds, but it was difficult to spread the sword drawing platform.

The Lingzhao top is high enough, but the sword drawing platform is dozens of zhang higher than the Lingzhao top!

Yashan has always been the highest point in this middle region.

Although the candle-cutting faction is not small, it never has the overwhelming momentum of Yashan.

Now standing on the high sword drawing platform, countless Yashan disciples below are looking up, and even on the opposite side of Lingzhaoding, there are many people who have walked out of their cave mansions and stood in front of the mountain wall to watch.

Zhou Baozhu suddenly felt that the blood in his body was surging.

Cliff Mountain, Cliff Mountain.

Is this the cliff mountain?

She stood on the top of the spiritual light of Yashan, but she wanted to be the enemy of the disciples of Yashan.

What is the difference between this and being the enemy of the entire cliff mountain?

It's just that if she wins this battle, she Zhou Baozhu will definitely become famous from now on, and her name will be spread throughout the Central Domain.

Zhou Baozhu's thoughts flew far away.

She stared at the sorrow standing opposite her, all the thoughts of the enemy had been collected before.

Even if the person standing opposite her was just a mortal, she would do her best now!

Holding a sword and clenching his fists, Zhou Baozhu bowed down, and his voice was clear, enough for the entire people on the top of Lingzhao to hear.

"Candle-cutting Zhou Baozhu, please see the seniors for advice. ”

Seeing that Chou was holding the inner and outer mirrors, he smiled lightly: "You're welcome." ”

“……”

You are welcome!

Countless Yashan disciples below were almost overwhelmed!

The Fudao mountain people who watched the play on the mountain wall simply slapped their legs and laughed: The sentence of seeing a sad girl can really anger a person!

The corners of Shen Qi and the others twitched even more, and they had the urge to hide their faces.

They can see it, if they dissect the senior sister and look at it, needless to say: black!

Zhou Baozhu, who was standing opposite the sorrow, had already adjusted his mood to the best state, and when he heard this sentence "You're welcome", he was also full of energy.

She took advantage of this anger, only her face sank, and with a draw of her long sword, the fierce purple light rose to the sky!

A bucket plate with a square square circle finally shines under her feet!

Zhou Baozhu is determined to use the fastest speed to defeat Jianchou!

The inside and outside mirrors, as a gift from Zheng Invitation, are high-grade magic weapons, which can withstand the full blow of the Jindan monks.

Seeing that he was holding the inner and outer mirrors, and his fingers were gently moved on the mirror, the glass-colored light diffused out, and it was beautiful in an instant.

On the sword drawing platform, the purple light and golden rays reflected each other for a while.

When it comes to magic weapons, Zhou Baozhu is actually slightly inferior, but she has been cultivating for a long time, and she is in the middle stage of foundation building.

When he saw that he was worried about resisting the blow of Senior Sister Xu Lan Yuan, what he was holding was the nine-section bamboo given by the people of Fudao Mountain, which was of very high grade, according to the analysis of the elders of the sect, Xu Lan'er would miss that time, purely because of the benefit of the magic weapon.

Can ...... now

Seeing that I didn't use the nine-knot bamboo, but came up with the inside and outside mirrors, I was looking for death.

Because, all the disciples of the Candle Cutting Sect know that Xu Lan'er has a high cultivation, but when it comes to instantaneous attack power, Zhou Baozhu is a rookie among the disciples of the Candle Cutting Sect!

At that moment, Zhou Baozhu was already bound to win.

She stared at the hand holding the inner and outer mirrors, and at the same time held the sword and rose, and the abundant spiritual power suddenly burst out from the ancestral aperture of the eyebrows, shining brightly!

At the same time, as soon as she stepped on her feet, she turned into countless afterimages and rushed to the unmoved sorrow!

The rotation speed of the bucket plate was suddenly accelerated due to the injection of spiritual power, and it was dazzling.

There are more than ten Daozi Daozi Dao seals on the bucket plate, starting from the first Daozi, one by one.

The sword in Zhou Baozhu's hand covered the sky with brilliant light, as if it was about to envelop the entire sword drawing platform, and also covered the sad figure.

Seeing the sorrow, he didn't move.

Only the inner and outer mirrors in her hand emitted a faint streamer.

However, such a streamer, under the bright purple light, is so insignificant.

There are already people below who can't help but exclaim.

Dangerous!

Seeing sorrow, he slowly raised his eyes, looking at Zhou Baozhu, who was getting closer and closer, but he was thinking about a question in his mind.

Will there be a human life?

I don't know.

She only knows that if she doesn't make a move, the life of the person must not be Zhou Baozhu, but herself!

She has the heavenly plate, she has the Dao seal, and she also has the strength!

What reason is there not to draw a sword and not to strike?

She lowered her eyes slightly, and the monstrous white light under her feet appeared fiercely.

The wind blew up, causing her robe to fly with the green silk.

The bucket pan, one foot and one foot, rotated out.

Zhou Baozhu is getting closer and closer.

In the purple light that covered a qiē, no one else could see it, only she could see it, that bucket plate!

The Kun lines are bright, following the oldest mystery between heaven and earth, arranged on the bucket plate, full of inspiration, extending out......

The whole bucket is lit up!

None of the kun lines are dull!

Zhou Baozhu was finally completely shocked.

However, no one will know about her appallation.

Everyone could only see that the purple light covered a qiē, and their senior sister in Yashan was like a helpless and powerless lonely boat, floating in the wind and waves.

A Daozi.

It lit up on the bucket plate, approached the feet of the sorrowful, and disappeared again.

The second piece of the road.

The third piece of the road.

……

A streamer flashed, and a Daozi lit up.

This is clearly a beginner's Dao seal, so there will be such a reaction.

If the caster of the spell has already mastered the Dao Seal, like an arm and a finger, the moment the bucket plate appears, the entire Dao Seal should have appeared!

Zhou Baozhu's initial shock finally calmed down a little, and the monstrous purple light finally slashed down!

Candle-cutting pie, Lan Yuan strikes!

Seeing sorrow sighed.

The next time she studies the Dao Seal, she will try to use her hands to cast it.

Now......

She didn't dare to take risks, if she failed to cast the Dao Seal with her palm at this juncture, she would lose not only her own face, but the face of the entire Yashan.

While this thought was skimmed in his mind, he raised his legs and rose up when he saw the sorrow, facing the monstrous purple light, facing Zhou Baozhu's sword, and facing the Lan Yuan of the Candle-Cutting Sect, and with a bang!

Crash it!

A huge phantom appeared at the moment when he raised his legs!

Phantom and purple light, intersecting!

The moment it appeared, it forced back the purple light, and the sad figure was finally truly displayed in front of everyone!

Of course, everyone also saw the sad posture clearly.

Just one leg over!

Phantom and purple light!

The impact was originally huge, but it didn't last long.

"Poof. ”

It was as if bubbles were bursting from the water, and the sound was soft.

That monstrous purple light seemed to be vulnerable, and it was shattered at the moment of impact!

Zhou Baozhu slashed his sword, and before he could even get close to Jianwu's body, he was hit by the phantom volley!

She only felt that a huge force had attacked her internal organs, and the aura in the meridians of her body seemed to have lost their resistance at the moment when the phantom passed through her body, and they were rampaging through her meridians!

A mouthful of blood spat out.

Zhou Baozhu was no longer able to hold the sword.

With a "dang bang", the long sword fell to the ground.

And Zhou Baozhu himself, but he was carried by that phantom, and he was directly thrown out of the sword drawing platform, and fell heavily on the edge of Lingzhaoding!

That phantom, after defeating Zhou Baozhu, did not stop, but went straight forward, blasted into the clouds not far away, and knocked out a layer of strangely shaped holes, far away, before it was exhausted.

The power of one blow is terrifying!

There was silence all over the Lingzhao.

On the sword drawing platform, now there is only one person standing in sorrow, stepping on the bucket plate, hunting and facing the wind!

It took a long time for two exclamations to sound from the mountain wall.

"Senior Sister Zhou!"

It was the other two female cultivators of the Candle Cutting Sect who flew up one after another, and rushed towards Zhou Baozhu, who was about to fall off the top of the Lingzhao!

On the mountain wall, Shen Ji and the others were completely stunned.

It's violent!

Crazy......

That's crazy!

Jiang He had felt the "demeanor" of the blow that broke through the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion before, and now he felt it again, only to feel that his scalp was numb, and he shouted with a crying voice: "It's really a leg ......"

Sword idiot Kou Qianzhi couldn't help it, and a ball of light burst out from his eyes.

His hand slowly pressed the long sword at his waist as if it was about to struggle out.

Chen Weishan's eyes were also dumbfounded, staring at the plain figure on the sword drawing platform, only to feel that the sky was clear.

"It turned out to be a disagreement and pull out ......"

Shen Qi was already in shock, but now he was really scared by his words and fell off the mountain wall.

Like them, everyone in the entire Yashan who witnessed this scene was shocked.

The battle is too short, but it's also amazing!

Hit for blow!

One win, one loss!

Unlike everyone, Qu Zhengfeng didn't speak, his eyes swept over Zheng Yu and the Fudao mountain people standing in front of him.

These two people still maintained the posture of watching the battle, looking at the sorrow on the sword drawing platform in a daze, as if they had fallen into a permanent aphasia.

This scene is a little strange.

Qu Zhengfeng followed their gaze, and on the sword drawing platform, he saw the fighting plate under his feet, the speed of rotation, finally slowed down, and the light gradually faded, slowly disappearing into the hard stone of the sword drawing platform.

"Heavenly Disc ......"

The slightly trembling voice revealed Qu Zhengfeng's rare feelings.