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As you make progress, your body will also be washed away by your vitality, washing out the dirt that lies deep in your cells.

During the three-day retreat, it is common for the warriors to be sloppy.

Unless the body is flawless and unblemished.

Looking at the six people, only Lin Qiubai was clean, and there was no confusion of retreat and cultivation.

However, you still have to go back to your residence to tidy up your appearance, wash and change your clothes, and make yourself clean and fresh, before you dare to show off in the market.

With this thought, the six teenagers rode the three-legged black vulture and quickly returned to the thirteenth cloud peak.

Wait until it's finished. Yuan Chonghuan was already waiting on the shore of Weiming Lake.

He was dressed in the white cloud robe of the Cloud Hidden Holy Sect, with an elegant auspicious cloud pattern outlined by silver gold silk on his cuffs, and a blood-red belt wrapped around his waist.

Except for the different belts, the other outfits are all standard for the Holy Sect.

But it was that touch of red that added a touch of amazement to Yuan Chonghuan.

Zhuang Bifan looked back and forth.

"What do you see, do you want to compare the high?"

Yuan Chonghuan shook the sword in his hand.

The sword slowly moved an inch away from its scabbard.

The white blade was exposed to the air, and the fierce sword intent that materialized, like a spitting snake letter, stinged the human eye.

Zhuang Bifan stepped back.

"Don't dare, Brother Yuan's sword moves are endless, and it's very uncomfortable to deal with. ”

Seeing this, Lin Qiubai smiled dumbly, he also noticed that Yuan Chonghuan's cultivation was actually the double peak of the Yuan Dan Realm.

With such strength, coupled with the increase in sword intent and special kendo physique, the combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

No wonder Zhuang Bifan also wants to avoid the edge for the time being.

I'm afraid that in addition to Lin Qiubai and Zhuang Bifan, Yuan Chonghuan has the strongest combat effectiveness.

Even Xia Qing, who holds a king-level inferior mystical weapon, is inferior.

"Let's go. ”

Lin Qiubai whistled, and the three-legged black vulture that Lin Qiubai had taken care of fell from the clouds.

It no longer cares about the disciples of other sects, and waits for Lin Qiubai's call every day.

It has become Lin Qiubai's exclusive mount.

……

At the time of two incense sticks, the seven teenagers fell on the periphery of the ring.

Under the ring, there was silence for a moment, and the eyes of thousands of teenagers turned sharply at this moment, and all of them fell on Lin Qiubai and the seven without exception.

There is banter, there is anger, there is disdain, and there is also a sneer waiting to see a good show.

"This group of shrunken turtles has finally come to be beaten. I've been waiting for this moment, for 108,000 years!"

Zhou Tai gritted his teeth, his eyes were cold and resentful, and it seemed that the wounds on his face were sharp.

"Retribution is coming! Sit back and watch the skin of these seven thorns be beaten. ”

"I will use the recording formation to record their miserable appearance, and watch it once a day to relieve my hatred. Put it in the civilian area of the imperial capital to screen it, and it will be even more relieving. ”

A certain freshman snorted.

They had no fighting spirit in the face of the old students, but when they saw Lin Qiubai and others appearing, they barked and shouted, hoping that Lin Qiubai and the others would be as miserable as possible.

"The other new students of this Holy Sect have disappointed me. ”

Lin Qiubai was indifferent, he should be a frivolous and flamboyant age, but he was so sleek and sophisticated.

This is not a good thing for the warriors.

If you want to become a truly transcendent powerhouse, you must go through blood washing.

If you don't even have the courage to face the blood, no matter how high your talent is, if your martial arts will is not tenacious, it will be in vain.

After a hundred years, if you can't step into the Nirvana realm, this birth will stop at the creation realm!

So you have to fight like a hungry wolf, and at every stage, sharpen it with blood!

When Lin Qiubai's mind turned, the eyes of the old students also fell on Lin Qiubai like a knife.

"This is Lin Qiubai, he really knows how to put on music. I hope that when the skin is opened, I can still be so indifferent. ”

For geniuses, the most annoying thing is the indifferent face of others.

And Lin Qiubai was so coincidental that he didn't take these old students as the same thing at all. So the whole process is lazy and careless.

The old students with the self-esteem of the obsessed feel that this is a humiliation.

In their opinion.

The new students should shrink and tremble, fear them, and honor them. Otherwise, it's all disobedience!

"Sit back and wait for the seven thorns to be crushed into dogs. The strength of the old students has been fully revealed in the past few days. Enough for all new life. ”

"There is no doubt that the seven thorns will be defeated. The only hope is that Lin Qiubai can be beaten miserably, then it will be very happy!"

"Yes. The old students will not easily spare these seven arrogant freshmen who sit in the well and watch the sky. ”

In the midst of the divergent opinions, Lin Qiubai and the seven of them slowly came to the bottom of the ring.

"I'll give you the lead. ”

Lin Qiubai didn't want to appear in the finale, that kind of routine was too old.

He wants to descend from the sky in a domineering posture, and first come to an exciting break!

Thinking of this, Lin Qiubai smiled, the soles of his feet were windy, he walked against the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing in the ring.

"This ...... It's actually fifty percent of the artistic conception of the wind!?"

Under the ring, no matter whether it is old or new, Lin Qiubai's gaze is suffocated in an instant.

If you want to have a high level of attainment in artistic conception, cultivation is the foundation.

Only when the cultivation is high and the artistic conception of Zhendan is excavated enough, the artistic conception will rise.

Fifty percent of the artistic conception of the wind, even for the genius of the Holy Sect, needs to be comprehended in the seventh level of the Yuan Dan Realm.

Therefore, Lin Qiubai's artistic conception of using the terrifying opportunity and the Nine Sources Creation Ruler is absolutely shocking.

This kind of artistic conception is almost on par with Zhuang Bifan.

Zhuang Bifan is the second body, with a strong background, and his body is like a vault, just waiting to be developed.

Lin Qiubai, on the other hand, started his enlightenment from nothing......

The hardships can be imagined.

But that's it, Lin Qiubai also bit tightly behind Zhuang Bifan!

"I thought that I would soon be able to defeat Lin Qiubai and regain the dignity of the second body, but until now, I have been suppressed by him......"

Zhuang Bifan looked at Lin Qiubai's chic back, his eyes were lonely, his cultivation was thicker than Lin Qiubai, and his artistic conception attainments were higher than Lin Qiubai's, but there was a gap in combat effectiveness.

This made Zhuang Bifan very desperate.

He opened his second life and suppressed all the enemies, and his dream was crushed by Lin Qiubai.

There was a dull ache in my heart.

But in an instant, Zhuang Bifan's pupils were rekindled.

"However, there are few bottlenecks in my cultivation, and turning over is just around the corner!"

Zhuang Bifan clenched his fists, but he was keenly aware that an aura poured out of the ring that made him feel extremely dangerous.

He hurriedly raised his head and stared at Lin Qiubai.

I saw Lin Qiubai turn around and face the place where the group of old students were entrenched, these teenagers, all of them were old students who had been in the sect for a year.

Lin Qiubai suddenly smiled, and thought of a middle two line. He's only fifteen years old at the moment.

Why not publicize it rampantly?

Thinking of this, Lin Qiubai's low cheer was like a thunderbolt, resounding in all directions.

"Old student with the first combat effectiveness, get out!"

Hearing this, the audience gasped.

All the faces are a little distorted.

Their gaze suddenly shifted from Lin Qiubai's body, and they all fell on the fierce young man in front of the old student's camp.

"Lin Qiubai, is it crazy?"

"Your head is rusty, isn't it?!"

"If this liao was outside the city area, I'm afraid it would have been killed by the Blood Knife Gu Lie long ago. IQ is urgent!"