The ring is preset with four elephants to protect the formation, and Yan Ruyu's punch knocked the female disciple of the Jade Girl Peak out of the formation, which shows her great strength.

After a brief silence.

"Kill!" someone shouted at his feet.

Nangong Huan said that it didn't take long for Yan Ruyu to break the rules, and quickly arrested her and tortured her, and then drove her out of the Hidden Sword Sect!

Yan Ruyu glanced at the shouting disciple in surprise, it was an ordinary male disciple, she had never seen it, when had she provoked him, why was she so excited?

"Idiot, she just fainted from the broken spirit weapon, what are you shouting, something you don't know, lose the face of our peak. ”

The crowd looked at the man who had fallen to the ground in disbelief, and one of the senior brothers angrily hammered him on the head.

The misunderstanding was solved, and the hearts of everyone slowly fell back, and in a blink of an eye, they immediately brought up the matter again.

One punch to solve the people who cultivated at the same time? This woman is too fierce.

looks so unconventional, it's not a bird, even if it's an ice and snow beauty, how can you be so rude.

The ice beauty can still be slowly melted, this hot beauty can jump people into the west with one punch.

Yan Ruyu came down from the stage, and the disciples on both sides of the road gave way one after another, which could be described as unimpeded.

"I can't get married. Yan Qingxiu covered his face with arguity.

Yan Ruyu glanced at him and said with a smile: "You take care of your own business first, Yan Shuanghong has been watching you for a long time." ”

Yan Qingxiu was so frightened that his back straightened, and the thief looked around, while saying, "What is she thinking of what she is thinking of when she sees me doing?"

Yan Ruyu didn't want to care about these things, spread her hands, and said, "Vote for them all, right?"

She asked Yan Qingxiu to buy it for herself to win, and she also produced spirit stones, which can be described as a bumper harvest.

Yan Qingxiu said helplessly: "When I saw that my face changed in the past, I only ate half of it." He also said that if he won this time, he won't open your bet next time. After your punch just now, I guess I really didn't dare to open it again. ”

Yan Ruyu put away the spirit stone, turned around and nodded to the male cultivator who had been gluing his gaze to him for a long time, and turned his head again.

Qingyang's face flushed.

He only found out that Yan Ruyu was back when she came to power, and the first time he saw her again, he knew that he was willing to stay drunk for a long time.

Others said she was fierce, but he didn't care at all. She is strong, he has always known that in order to become the person who can stand by her side, he has been working silently.

Since that day of separation, he began to retreat, and when he left the pass, he also went into the mountains to practice, and finally practiced at a speed that his senior brothers would sigh until he was only one step away from building the foundation.

Although, he didn't expect Yan Ruyu to cultivate so fast, but he was only distressed in his heart.

His talent is known to the world, and he has worked hard all the way to cultivate, and it is unknown what her qualifications are, but the degree of hardship can be seen.

Elder Qinghe forced her too hard, and Qingyang actually blamed Yan Ruyu's nominal master.

In fact, he had just come out of retreat and cultivation, so he came late, but seeing Yan Ruyu's strength, he actually felt the pressure.

If she can't even beat her, what can you talk about protecting her?

"Senior Brother Qingyang, it's your turn to take the stage. A junior next to him reminded.

Qingyang took a deep breath and flew into the air with a slight force. He is a mutated wind spirit root, and even in the Qi refining period, he can take off for a short distance.

It's not that he has the intention of showing off, it's just that he has been trained in the mountains and fields, and in order to cultivate the wind spirit root, it has become a habit for him to take off like this.

But in the eyes of others, it was really incredible, and suddenly countless envy and some ambiguous eyes focused on him.

The disciple of the sect master, extremely talented, upright, although the skin is not a celestial posture, but it can be called handsome and chic, especially the pure yang physique, full of seductive masculine taste.

can pretend to be cold and play tender, such a person, a bright night lamp, get him, that is, climb the high branches, and from then on the sparrow becomes a phoenix.

Countless peach blossom eyes flew to Qingyang.

Qingyang didn't realize it, quickly glanced at Yan Ruyu, and quickly turned his face away.

I didn't see the fanatical look on her face like that of other women, just so quietly like the bottom of a well, and I felt a little lost in my heart.

"Senior Brother Qingyang, please. The opponent on the stage said.

Yan Ruyu's face was strange in the audience, wasn't that male cultivator the old man who had not broken through the Qi refining period for decades that he met in the 'Yan brothers and sisters'.

It's so pitiful, how did you meet Qingyang......

Yan Ruyu sighed in her heart, there are some things that people really can't agree with, what is fate, this is.

"You suppressed Qingyang Sheng, right?" she asked, looking to the side.

Yan Qingxiu smiled bitterly: "Qingyang is the same as you, and there is no gambling. ”

If you still don't do business, fall!

The fight on the stage has already entered the heat, Qingyang has enjoyed the best resources since he entered the sect, and his superb swordsmanship is expected, and it is surprising that he failed to win it immediately.

That old disciple's swordsmanship was actually not bad, and what was even more surprising was that he used the basic swordsmanship of the Tibetan Sword Sect!

Even Yan Ruyu, who had never put the basic swordsmanship of the Tibetan Sword Sect in his eyes, couldn't help but concentrate.

The low-level swordsmanship was made so proficient that I am afraid that even the senior brother who passed on the basic swordsmanship to the new disciple could not wield it to such a standard. How many years do you have to practice to get to this point?

The originally noisy auditorium fell silent for a while, and there was more and more admiration in the speechlessness.

Everyone knows the end result, but no one can help but be moved.

How many people give up halfway on the road of cultivating immortals, and how many people insist silently, no one knows why the old man insisted, and he doesn't know why he is so miserable and only practices basic swordsmanship, or has a soft spot for basic swordsmanship.

But he persevered, and that was enough.

Suddenly, the old man shouted wildly, jumped up with all his might, and launched a rain-hitting fence-like attack towards Qingyang, which was still a basic swordsmanship.

Qingyang's face did not change, he had faced more crazy attacks than this, and it was not too much trouble to deal with it, and the old man's state would not last long.

It was as soft as water before, but now it is just a fight.

Bite!

The two swords clashed, Qingyang raised slightly, and the old man dragged the ground and slid away, without the strength to fight.

The final verdict is the verdict.

The old man stood up on the ground and saluted Qingyang before coming down the stairs.

Everyone looked at this old man who could be a grandfather in the secular world, but he was only a small Qi refining disciple.

In spring, the peach blossoms bloom, and the new people bloom the old.

The wind let Meng Lang go, his sleeves flew up, and the old man was busy covering his face with his sleeves, afraid of being squinted by the wind and sand.

I still remember that back then, the immortal master's hand touched the young man's head, and he said with relief: "There is!"

In the middle of nowhere, there is no one who has ever come, thousands of teenagers, and he is the only one with spiritual roots. At the time of parting, the villagers sent each other for ten miles, hoping that one day, they would return to their hometown. He is ignorant, and he is willing to return to his hometown.

It's also such a spring day, with peach blossoms blowing noodles.

He walked through the crowd and leaned against the wall when he went out the door before gently lowering his cuffs, tears on his face.

Repent, don't regret.

If you don't regret it, why do you cry?

The referee behind him said that Qingyang was victorious, and the applause burst out.