I saw her "bang" and pull out the long knife on her back.

"The Rakshasa Fairy isn't going to dance the big sword, is it?"

"How rare?!" "Come on, fairy!" "Good! Dance one! ”

All the male cultivators cheered one after another, and most of them were mixed with the ingredients of watching the excitement. The female cultivators in the preparation area scoffed, and some even secretly scolded Fang Lingjun for being vulgar.

Seeing this, the corners of Qiu Yanfu's mouth rose.

锵~唰~唰唰!!

To everyone's surprise, the long knife seemed to have spirituality in Fang Lingjun's hand, changing with her movements, drawing out sword flowers one after another.

Fang Lingjun's movements were swift and powerful, and they did not give people a rough and arrogant feeling, as if the long knife in her hand was not a weapon, but a part of her body.

Stretch, split.

Agile and elegant.

Even...... also has a hint of domineering that looks down on the world.

"Huh!" She snapped her knife away, tiptoeing to the ground.

At this moment, it seemed that all the moonlight was shining on Fang Lingjun, illuminating her simple back straight and straight.

All of a sudden, the applause was thunderous, and the cheers filled the entire Shuiyun Peak. Everyone has never seen a woman dance a long knife so vividly!

In the pavilion, one person frowned slightly. It was the genius disciple of Qingyunmen, Changsun Linghua, who saw far more than the smart and gorgeous appearance on the surface, but also a hint of déjà vu...... Is it knife gas?! He suddenly got to his feet, his face full of disbelief.

"The first round of performances has all ended, and all 300 contestants are invited to come to the stage." At this time, the person who presided over the birthday of the god of flowers was no longer Bishui Zhenren, but had already been replaced by a female cultivator in the foundation building period.

Hearing this, the nuns in the rest area took the stage in an orderly manner with their skirts.

Fang Lingjun turned around slowly, and happened to meet Qiu Yanfu's sight, so he sneered back at his opponent, and then retreated to the edge of the team.

"Okay, the three hundred contestants have already taken the stage, and now we have to bother everyone in the audience to vote." As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, pieces of jade flew out of his sleeves and fell into the crowd. "Each of you has a piece of voting jade in your hand, and whichever contestant you like enters her number. Once you have entered it, the counting of votes begins. ”

Soon, the statistics came out. Fang Lingjun entered the top 100 without surprise.

The first round ends and the second round begins.

If the first round is about beauty and popularity, then in the second round, it's about strength!

After a short break, the large stage in the center of the lotus pond has disappeared, and in its place, there are ten rings in the shape of lotus leaves.

The 100 contestants were divided into 10 groups, each with 10 people, using the same ring. Only one out of ten will advance to the next round.

As the name suggests, it is a ten-person scuffle, leaving the strongest one.

Fang Lingjun's number is three thousand and one, and he is naturally in the tenth ring.

Although the ring is in the shape of lotus leaves, it is fully 200 square meters, and ten people standing on it are not only not crowded, but also look very empty.

As soon as Fang Lingjun stepped into the ring, she felt several obvious hostilities, she looked up and swept them one by one, and there were six pairs of eyes staring at her. Those six people were all Qi cultivators from Shui Yun Peak.

With the explosion of the fireworks, the second round of competition officially began, and ten rings were held at the same time.

Because there are ten players in each ring, everyone finds an opponent to compete with each other. The exception is Ring 10.

I saw that the No. 10 ring was divided into two obvious areas, on one side were six Shui Yun Peak female cultivators surrounding one contestant, and on the other side, there were the remaining three contestants. They glanced at each other and retreated to the side with tacit understanding, but they did not participate in the action of besieging Fang Lingjun.

Seeing that the female cultivators who were walking towards him, except for the four mid-stage Qi cultivation periods, there were actually two of them who were monks at the seventh level of Qi cultivation. Fang Lingjun sneered in his heart, Qiu Yanfu really looked up to herself, and arranged six people to besiege her at once.

"Dare to humiliate Senior Sister Yanfu, you really don't know whether you live or die!"

"Drink~ Others named you a Rakshasa fairy, do you really think you are a character? Today, I will let you see the power of our Shuiyun Peak! ”

"Hehe, today we will not only defeat you, but also beat you severely, and we will definitely beat you into a pig's head."

"What are you talking about with her, sisters, on!"

Fang Lingjun flashed his long knife and greeted him fearlessly.

Qiu Yanfu, Qiu Yanfu, if you want to humiliate our Lingjun, I will take your entire Shuiyun Peak!

Fang Lingjun held the knife in one hand, and stepped forward with agile steps on his feet.

"Drink ~ look at the move!" Two female cultivators of the seventh level of Qi cultivation took the lead. They flanked left and right, holding long swords and magic weapons.

"Huh, what about people?" Seeing that the long sword was about to attack Fang Lingjun, she suddenly disappeared.

"Ah~!" At this moment, three screams rang out from the side of the ring.

The two female cultivators of the seventh level of Qi cultivation hurriedly looked back, only to see Fang Lingjun appear behind their teammates at some point, swinging their knives and slashing!

Except for one person who narrowly escaped, the other three female cultivators in the middle stage of Qi cultivation were all hit by Fang Lingjun, and their backs were blurred with flesh and blood.

"You dare!" The two seventh-layer female cultivators roared angrily, and rushed forward with their swords.

It's not like Fang Lingjun hasn't killed anyone, why don't you dare! However, this is just an entertainment competition, it is forbidden to hurt people's lives, and Fang Lingjun does not want to be punished.

But she couldn't let go of this group of women in vain, so she suddenly raised her legs, "oh oo In a burst of screams, the three injured nuns fell into the icy water.

"Damn!" "Bold!" The two women scolded angrily, and then pulled out a sword flower and stabbed it straight towards Fang Lingjun's face!

Fang Lingjun sneered, and an extra folding fan appeared in his hand. The fan opened and closed, spewing out a storm of gravel, enveloping herself and the two nuns in the yellow sand.

The audience only heard two knife sounds, and they couldn't see the situation inside the storm clearly.

After a few moments, the yellow sand dispersed.

"Wow~~~" There was a commotion at the scene, and at the same time, there was also the laughter and loud whistles of the male cultivators.

The two Shuiyunfeng nuns in the No. 10 ring were almost **, and their dresses had already been cut into thousands of strands and fell to the ground. Now there is only a thin belly pocket left on the body.

"Ah~~~~!" The two women screamed in shock, and hurriedly reached out to cover their thighs and chests, but they could cover the scenery in front of them and couldn't block the back**, and the round and tight buttocks were fully displayed in front of people.

Such a vivid picture made the male cultivators by the pool shout that the trip was worthwhile, and at the same time had a wild nosebleed.

Such a loud noise not only attracted the attention of all the male cultivators in the audience, but also made the other eight rings stop fighting and look at them all.

Fang Lingjun took advantage of the gap between the two women's panic, easily stretched out his legs, and kicked them on their snow-white buttocks.

"Ah~~~~!" The two women fell into the water in embarrassment, but the male cultivators lamented: I haven't seen it.

Fang Lingjun backhanded the Shanhe fan back into her waist, the reason why she was about to make a strange wind just now was because she didn't want to expose the secret of her sword qi.

Fang Lingjun took out the burlap and wrapped the long knife in a circle. At the same time, he leisurely walked towards the last female cultivator of Shuiyun Peak.

"Ah~~ you! You! Don't come here! As if she had seen a tiger, the woman folded her hands on her chest and stepped back.

Fang Lingjun walked lightly, not in a hurry or slowly.

The female cultivator of Shui Yunfeng had retreated to the edge of the ring, and in a panic, she stepped on the air, "Ah~ah~ah~~" Her hands spread her wings like a landlubber, and she balanced for a long time before she regained her footing.

"This junior sister ...... No, this senior sister, please raise your noble hand, I admit defeat and admit defeat! ”

Fang Lingjun put the long knife back and said lightly: "Admit defeat, then why are you still standing on the stage?" ”

"Huh? Okay, good~ I'm here, let's get out! As he spoke, he hurriedly released a flying magic weapon.

"Hmm!" Fang Lingjun groaned in a low voice, expressing his dissatisfaction. "Is this called rolling?!"

As she spoke, she strode forward.

"Ah~~~!" Before Fang Lingjun could lift his feet, the female cultivator in the middle of Qi cultivation was so frightened that she automatically jumped into the pond.

There was silence. That's why one word comes to mind, violent!

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