As soon as Wushuang's words came out, the people around her reacted, although she had been standing beside the Venerable, but in terms of identity, she was really just an ordinary disciple. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

So, what is Fang Weixing's move for? Don't you really think that if you succeed in challenging an elite disciple with no foundation, you can turn into a dragon in one fell swoop?

"Or... Venerable, isn't it your old man who wants to accept me as a personal disciple under circumstances that I don't know? ”

When he said this, Wushuang stood on the high platform, looking in the direction of Hejing from afar, and his eyes couldn't be more frivolous! That tone couldn't have been more casual!

The lazy appearance has no scruples, just like the usual on the Ethereal Peak, but it surprises everyone.

This disciple is really too much... Presumptuous!

"When do I have such a disciple as you, why don't I wait for you to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, if you behave well at the moment, I will allow you to be a registered disciple in my name!"

He Jing only raised his head and glanced at her lightly, his eyes seemed calm and indifferent, but there was a bit of joke in his tone.

"In that case, then I have to behave well, waiting for the favor of the master!"

The prospective master and apprentice, you say a word to me, so you don't have a tacit understanding, one is frivolous and casual, the other is indifferent and calm, and he stubbornly ignored Fang Weixing on the side completely.

"Wushuang, are you still fighting? If you want to fight, hurry up and don't waste time grinding here! ”

Fang Weixing drank loudly, but this opening was inferior.

Wushuang has long known that this guy is a straw bale and relies on his brother to protect him, but he didn't expect it to be so much, but he doesn't know what a peerless person his brother is, and he doesn't know how bad it must be to have such a straw bale brother!

The two stood still on the stage, looked at each other, and let go of their momentum little by little.

I didn't feel how to look at it in the audience, just looked at one move and one style, you come and go, it's very exciting, and now that I'm in it, I know that the competition is not so simple.

The two sides were full of momentum, first for "Wendou", trying to suppress each other in terms of power.

Fang Weixing was only a cultivator in the early stage of fusion, and he was not outstanding among the disciples, otherwise he would not have a capable brother, but now he is still an ordinary disciple.

Wushuang is now in the early stage of heartbeat, although he is seriously injured, it is not that he can't even deal with such a guy, but he just let go of his momentum to the late stage of fusion, and it is not fully revealed.

Fang Weixing on the opposite side saw this, and there was a "sigh" in his heart, the last time he saw her, he was just building a foundation, and now he has ......

It must have been a magic weapon for cultivating that Venerable He gave her, perhaps directly raising her foundation!

Why is she? Why?

Fang Weixing's resentment towards Wushuang came inexplicably, but now it has become a monstrous trend, almost becoming his inner demon, if he doesn't cut off the people of Hualing one by one, there will always be a thorn in his heart.

Jealousy and resentment drove him forward and killed Wushuang, so he used his spiritual power, picked up his weapon, and it turned out to be two steel whips, and rushed over.

His whip method opened and closed widely, and the momentum was violent, and it was because of the jealousy in his heart that he could have increased the power of eight points to eleven points.

At this moment, Wushuang also became serious, since this straw bag is not so weak, it is better to live with him for the time being, and it can be regarded as being familiar with the body method and practicing hands.

In this way, the two of you came and went, and after that, it also aroused the interest of the disciples in the stands for a while, and there were many discussions.

It's just that those who have a heart, or maybe someone who knows a little bit about Wushuang, can see that Wushuang hasn't even sacrificed the weapons he usually uses!

She now makes, but with her bare hands.

I saw a whistling, and the steel whip came towards Wushuang up and down, one aimed at his neck, and the other whip aimed at his lower plate, looking at his speed, Wushuang definitely couldn't dodge.

Someone in the audience knows that this is going to use weapons?

However, because of Fang Weixing's two-pronged attack, his entire body formed a very strange posture, almost beyond the limits of people, which was also his best move.

It's just that the most vulnerable part of his body is completely exposed!

Right now, Wushuang saw the opportunity, turned his hand into a knife, turned his palm into a blade, and pointed it directly at Fang Weixing's abdomen......

Crosscutting!

The powerful palm wind squeezed the air, causing layers of ripples, carrying infinite terrifying power, towards the opponent's abdomen.

"Ethereal Peak, unparalleled victory!"

As the referee declared Musou the winner, the battle came to an end.

There was a commotion on and off the stage, the victory of this battle caught them unexpectedly, they were evenly matched at the beginning, and Fang Weixing's tricks shocked them, but they didn't expect that they couldn't make a move under the hands of Wushuang.

What does this mean? She was hiding her strength from the beginning!

Between the competition, there are not a few such practices, know yourself and know the enemy, you will not be defeated in a hundred battles, if the opponent can't even understand your depth, what to talk about victory or defeat!

It's just that it's the first one hidden in this portion!

Wushuang continued to walk off the stage slowly with lazy and charming steps, ignoring the people in the audience who were talking, and stood still half a step behind the Venerable as if no one was around.

A slightly cool touch covered his wrist, Wushuang raised his eyebrows, and saw that he was respecting the Venerable, and a cool touch slowly flowed into his body from the place where the two touched, wandering between the meridians.

When Wushuang felt all this, her cold hair stood on end, and a sense of danger enveloped her, and she couldn't breathe.

"Relax, your injuries need to be repaired as soon as possible."

The voice of Hejing is gentle, but it is no less than a thunderbolt on a sunny day in Wushuang's ears, and how much does he know about the Venerable?

"The meaning of His Holiness is not understood by Wushuang ......"

Wushuang broke out in a cold sweat, dying and struggling, and she could clearly feel that no matter how much she suppressed, she couldn't suppress the tremor of her voice.

That cool energy flowed through the Wushuang meridians, bringing bursts of comfort wherever it passed, but even so, the fear in her heart was like a fierce beast, opening its mouth wide and about to devour her.

She stood dumbfounded, with a frightened look on her face, as if she was in the third uncle's cold day, in an ice cave.

"It's over, let's go back, today is just a competition for the disciples of Zhuji, it's very boring."

After talking to the Venerable One, he left leisurely, Wushuang followed in a hurry, like a wandering spirit, and dozens of other disciples stayed for the time being to observe the competition.

The two of them flew back to the Ethereal Peak one after the other, and as soon as they landed, the Ethereal Peak was silent, in sharp contrast to the noisy atmosphere of the surrounding peaks.

Wushuang's thoughts were chaotic along the way, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Did he know it all? How much does he know?

Skybreaker Sword? Heavenly punishment? Or ...... All?

Back mountain, bamboo forest, in front of a small building.

He Venerable walked to the small building and stood still, looking at the thousand days of drunkenness blooming in the courtyard, the large red enchanting and gorgeous, and the thin man in black and white standing in the middle.

"Do you know how long it is to be distracted?"

Kazuki stood there, turning his head to look at Wushuang.

"A thousand years."

"Do you know how old I am now?"

"I don't know." (To be continued.) )