On the mountain road of the main peak of Tianshu Peak, the willow trees that are several feet high are dyed green at the beginning, and the long willow vines hang low, like a tassel on the skirt of a beautiful woman.

This is the only way for the disciples of Tianshu Peak to return to their residences. At this time, it was the morning, and the people on the mountain road were sparse, the willow color was deep, and it was quiet.

Fang Qing stood in the willow vines, looked at the male cultivator in Tsing Yi passing by with a smile, and bowed slightly: "Senior Brother Ren?" ”

The male cultivator in Tsing Yi stopped in surprise, recently, this is a figure in the limelight: "Is it Senior Sister Fang Qing?" The younger sister broke through the foundation building period at a young age, and the future is unlimited, congratulations to the younger sister! ”

Fang Qing lowered her head embarrassedly, and a touch of shame crossed her face: "Senior brother said that, it was the little sister's luck." I heard that Senior Brother Zhou and Little Sister started in the same year, but they were only three years old, and they were only thirteen years old, but they also cultivated to the twelfth layer of the Qi Refining Period. Senior brother has such a talented junior brother, which is really the envy of junior sister. ”

Envy? What a misleading word! He is the big disciple of the head of the family, but he has a natural talent, and he has to be favored by the master's little junior brother, this little junior sister, the mind is not simple! Also, if you are really a person who has no heart, how can you build a foundation at such a young age with the qualification of the Three Spirit Roots. It's the supreme genius in the sect, and that's it!

The male cultivator in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, and his eyes were invisible: "I don't know what senior sister can teach me?" ”

Fang Qing smiled knowingly, relaxed her body, and casually leaned on a tall willow tree behind her, looking from a distance, the green clothes were like bamboo, and the yellow clothes were bright, like a pair of beautiful people: "Little sister is not talented, I heard a news by chance." Master Zhou's nephew's next opponent in the sect Dabili tomorrow is the third lady of the Ye family. Back then, Senior Brother Zhou seemed to have been brought back by Ye Er Gongzi from the mortal world, but Ye Er Gongzi did not bring Senior Brother Zhou into Yueyang Peak, but left the newly acquired Third Miss by his side. It is reported that Master Zhou's nephew is fierce and arrogant, if he knows about this......? ”

Fang Qing smiled meaningfully, looked at the man in Tsing Yi fixedly, and said no more.

The man in Tsing Yi's eyes suddenly sharpened: "Is there a gap between Senior Sister and Miss Ye?" Haotian will no longer be a climate, and he will not be a knife for others to kill. ”

Fang Qing seemed to be sure of something, and said quietly: "The discord between our Fang family and the Ye family is not a new thing for a long time, isn't it?" ”

The male cultivator in Tsing Yi smiled and did not give any reply positively: "Senior sister is looking for her, no outsiders must know, right?" ”

Fang Qing blinked, shook his head in confusion, and there was an innocent look on his face: "Seeking? The junior sister just met the senior brother by chance, and happened to say a few words! Why do you say it deliberately! ”

"Yes! It's just a chance encounter! The male cultivator in Tsing Yi smiled brightly, and in the laughter, the sunlight was faint and the willow color was deep.

It's night, Tianshu Peak.

On the edge of the mountain road, two male cultivators in green clothes dressed in the costumes of the outer disciples of the Qi refining period were muttering and talking in the willow shadows under the moonlight.

"Have you heard, our Senior Brother Zhou showed his might today, and the three disciples of the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Period in the Winning Sect in a row, our Tianshu Peak master and apprentice lineage has always withered in recent years, and now there is also a dazzling peerless genius!"

"Naturally! With Senior Brother Zhou's qualifications, even the disciples of Yue Yang Feng have also done it. That's a one-in-a-million thunder root! It's just that I heard that Senior Brother Zhou was personally picked up by Master Ye of Yueyang Peak back then, why did he stay in Tianshu Peak? ”

"You don't know that, do you? It is said that Uncle Ye had long been concerned about a little girl in the family, so he did not leave Senior Brother Zhou behind, and cheapened our Tianshu Peak. ”

"Huh? Is that little girl so lucky? ”

"I heard that it is a little girl named Ye Qingyue. I've been living in Yueyang Peak since I started! ”

……

In the shadows beside them, a young man in red looked at him deeply, and then left without looking back.

The next day, Tianshu Peak, in the ring of Dabi in the door.

"It's you!"

On the ring, a handsome young male cultivator dressed in enchanting red, holding a sword in both hands, stared at Ye Qingyue who walked on stage, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He was twelve or thirteen years old, and he was cultivating at the twelfth level of the Qi refining period, although he was immature, his facial features were deep and resolute, like a knife cutting ink painting. Wearing a red dress on his body, he does not look vulgar, but has a kind of chic and arrogant.

Ye Qingyue didn't remember that she had offended this person, she remembered that this person's name was Zhou Yaozu, who entered with her, and was a closed disciple under the head of Tianshu Peak, and it was said that he was a disciple of Lei Linggen who almost entered Yueyang Peak.

Ye Qingyue took out the Aoki sword from the storage bag, buckled it behind her, and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, please advise!" ”

The man didn't speak, but looked up into the distance, his sword unsheathed.

But I saw a cloud of purple, shining in the sun.

As soon as the purple sword came out, the audience became lively.

"Oh my God! What do I see? That's --- Zixiao Sword! The head of the sect actually gave the Zixiao Sword to Senior Brother Zhou! Does the little girl still need to compare, just admit defeat directly! One of the disciples in the audience widened his eyes.

Quasi-immortal weapons refer to attack magic weapons that are like immortal weapons, and are not limited to the cultivation of monks when they are controlled, but they do not have the spirit of the instrument and cannot advance with the master on their own.

"What do you say! Zixiao Sword, is that quasi-immortal weapon? At the beginning, this inner door was so exciting. No, I've got to go ahead and have a good look! The male disciple beside him squeezed forward with excitement on his face.

Ye Qingyue stood on the high platform, and clearly felt that as soon as the Zixiao Sword came out, the thunderous power of the skull instantly enveloped the entire ring. His own spiritual power seems to be suppressed by the power of invisible rules, and he has to put a lot of effort into it.

One purple and one green, two sword lights went back and forth, and neither of them deliberately used their sword intent, but they just produced nearly a hundred swords very quickly. Unleashing sword intent requires a large amount of divine consciousness and spiritual power, and it is not wise to consume too much physical strength and exert a powerful sword intent without knowing the strength of the other party. The two of them are also a little experienced, and they both understand this truth.

Regardless of whether they were up or down, the two looked at each other, and their hearts were solemn.

Zhou Yaozu's swordsmanship foundation is excellent, his accuracy and speed are excellent, and there are no hidden dangers left by advancing too fast. When he picked up the sword, the momentum of the whole person changed greatly, as if he was not a young man who had not yet grown up, but a warrior who held the sword, with a sharp edge and a hidden murderous aura.

Ye Qingyue has been in retreat for three years, and her cultivation has grown limitedly, but her mood has greatly improved. In the swordsmanship, there is less gorgeousness and impetuousness, and every sword and style are a little more quaint and natural. The sword is in the palm of the hand, the sword light is cold, and the person is also cold. Her body is exquisite, and when the sword light moves, there is a unique natural beauty that does not match her age. Even if the power of thunder is like a needle, it can't be helped.

On the high platform, the two faced each other like a mountain.

Under the high platform, the crowd was silent for a while.

In the Tianshu Palace, two huge jade mirrors, one on the left and one on the right, were hung on both sides, and in the mirror, there was a scene of the competition between the disciples of the Qi refining period and the disciples of the foundation building period.

In the main hall, the high-ranking monks in the door and the masters of each peak filled the main hall.

The head of the house, dressed in a moire robe, sat in the center, and behind him were three male cultivators of different shapes and a beautiful female cultivator in a light green dress.

One of the white-bearded old men picked up the gray wine jug on the table, poured a big sip into the spout, raised his white eyebrows, and said in a rough voice: "Master, you really gave the Zixiao Sword to the little apprentice!" That Zixiao Sword has its own thunderous power, the little girl's cultivation is not as good as your little disciple, and she has to use her spiritual power from time to time to resist the power of thunder, isn't this bullying? Alas! Muyang, that little girl on your peak is going to be bad! ”

When the head heard Yun Songzi speak, his long hair shook: "Ancestor, Yaozu has only been in the Tao for three years, and the younger generation is also afraid that he will suffer." ”

The woman in green smiled lightly, and looked at the man in purple who was as handsome as a fairy and cold and indifferent on her side: "That girl is still young, it's good to suffer a loss!" But Senior Brother Yueyang, don't feel distressed! ”

The purple-clothed man's expression remained unchanged, and he only said: "Yue'er may not lose, here!" ”