85_85898 "The little woman Zhi Qiulan is a casual cultivator who accidentally stepped into the path of monasticism. "A light blue long skirt, an orchid grass swaying gently, and Zhiqiulan, who spits out a fragrant tongue, said to a man with a dripping shyness.

The man's Xuanwen Eight Sons Huang Wu, ranked fifth, carrying a red and yellow sword, with a tall body, listening to Zhi Qiulan's soft voice, his heart was like water, and he said calmly: "Miss Zhi, I see that your cultivation is good, this time you enter the Xuanwen Gate, it should be no big problem." ”

Zhi Qiulan brushed her sideburns, and a different color flashed in her eyes and said, "But on the little girl's side, the others are so fierce." ”

Huang Wu snorted, and was about to say something, when another man standing beside him said unpleasantly: "Huang Wu, you know the rules, I'll take you one step first." ”

The man had a sleek face, clear eyebrows, and a body of more than eight feet, standing quite eye-catching in the crowd, he was a rare beautiful man, he stared at the viewing platform, and walked over.

Huang Wu hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Zhu, go slowly." ”

Zhi Qiulan stared at the back of the man leaving, and asked Huang Wu, "That is your senior brother, then how many are he Xuanwen?" ”

Huang Wu stretched out two fingers and said arrogantly: "The second son of Xuanwenmen, Zhu Er!" ”

Zhi Qiulan looked at Zhu Er's back quietly, and continued to smile and said, "Senior Brother Huang, I see that you are carrying an extraordinary sword, you must also be one of the best senior brothers in the Xuanwen Sect, right?" ”

Huang Wu smiled proudly and said, "I am the fifth son of the Xuanwen Sect, no matter how I say it, I am above a thousand people!" ”

Zhi Qiulan smiled stupidly, the spring breeze of laughter made Huang Wu look fascinated, and couldn't help but reach out and hold Zhi Qiulan's jade hand, Zhi Qiulan gently pulled her sideburns, and said coquettishly: "Senior Brother Huang, what did you have to say to me just now?" ”

Huang Wu glanced at the other monks next to him, and found that no one was paying attention here, so he gently held Zhi Qiulan's jade hand and said, "This is a meeting gift from Senior Brother to you, but you have to put it away, Senior Brother will look for you to come back next time!" ”

Zhi Qiulan chuckled lightly with a blushing face, didn't break away from her hand, and let Huang Wu hold it for a long time.

Wang Yu walked between the various rings and came to the No. 10 ring, which was Gongsun Heng and a sixth-layer condensation cultivator fighting in the ring at this moment.

Gongsun Heng had a good fan in one hand, took a deep breath gently, and fanned at the opposite side, turning the fan into the wind, replacing the blade with the wind, and the blade danced like rain, overwhelming.

On the other side, Sanxiu didn't dare to be careless, pointed to the sky and grabbed it, and shouted: "Mountain soul! ”

Boom, the ring shook, and a big mountain appeared out of thin air, like a phantom, but it was enough to have the weight of a real mountain, and it fell to the ring with a bang, blocking the thousands of wind blades and sharp rain that shot from it.

Seeing that the rain was blocked, Gongsun Heng was a little lighter, and he flew up bare-chested, shouting: "The first style of the public family!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the short fan urged by him suddenly turned into a long fan, choking, countless hurricanes hit, and quickly condensed into a giant fan in front of the fan, and suddenly slashed down in the air, bursting out with a hissing air friction sound, the surrounding wind puffed up, and countless hurricanes and giant fans slammed on the mountain soul, and the mountain soul clicked, exploded with a bang, and the owner of the mountain soul was shocked into the ring.

There was an uproar in the audience, and they all marveled at Gongsun Heng's methods, and the man who was knocked out of the ring by Gongsun Heng snorted dissatisfiedly and left the crowd with an angry face.

Gongsun Heng landed lightly, with a look of divine expression, and put on a posture that he thought he was suave, causing a burst of cheers.

Wang Yu smiled faintly, and secretly said that this is also a narcissistic guy.

Xue Youtiao on the viewing platform said with a black face: "I just can't get used to seeing him think he is suave, if he wasn't too narcissistic, I wouldn't have lost all my family property." ”

But at this moment, Lao Du Zi said with a straight face: "Did you hear what he said just now?" ”

Xue Youtiao said: "The first type of the public family, the people of the public family, the first cultivation family of the Mengwu Cultivation Realm thousands of years ago. ”

"Yes, it is the person from the public family, the fan in his hand, if I guess correctly, it is the first treasure Qiankun fan in the public family!" The old yin monster said solemnly on the side: "Thousands of years ago, the public family was slaughtered by unknown monks, and the entire public family died*, only a very few people escaped, but they have not been able to afford to fall since then, and later they were incognito and disappeared. ”

Lao Duzi laughed twice, didn't speak, Xue Youtiao took a sip of tea and said: "This time, there is such a character in the selection of loose cultivation, it seems that the public family is going to go out of the cultivation realm?" ”

Cheng Lao, who had been dozing and not waking up, squinted slightly at the moment and suddenly said: "No matter what the public family is, my Xuanwenmen has no grievances with the public, but I am not afraid, this time let him worship under your Xue Youtiao, I think with Xue Youtiao's shameless and careful style, you should be able to know the real purpose of his entry into Xuanwenmen, right?" ”

Xue Youtiao's old face smiled and nodded, it was rare for this to be the case, Lao Duzi and Lao Yin Monster did not laugh at him, they all quieted down, and their eyes stared at Gongsun Heng who was walking side by side with Wang Yu.

The old man was old, with a sallow face, and he couldn't see the slightest color, but his eyes were bright, staring at Wang Yu and not knowing what he was thinking, he muttered in his mouth: "A good sword, I don't know if it's worthy of you?" ”

People who practice swords are born with an emotion for the sword, this emotion is hidden in the heart, and it can't be expressed in words at all, every time they encounter a good sword, this emotion will automatically flow in their hearts, as a generation of sword cultivators, they naturally feel the one on Wang Yu's body - Ziyan Sword!

Cheng Lao is in the Xuanwen Gate, the sword cultivation that has been famous for many years, the comprehension and use of swordsmanship, has reached the point of turning the meaning into a sword, in the past years, he was personally instructed by the Xuanwen Gate Liufeng Daozun, and along the way in the swordsmanship, Cheng Lao's swordsmanship is unmatched, in the Xuanwen Gate, except for the Liufeng Daozun, there is really no one who can surpass the old man in the swordsmanship.

Wang Yu and Gongsun Heng talked very happily, Wang Yu's conversation was elegant, Gongsun Heng's conversation was funny, and the two were already familiar with each other after going back and forth.

Wang Yu said with a smile: "Brother Gongsun's first move is really rich in heavenly power, borrowing the wind of heaven and earth to turn it into his own strength, is it really human?" Eyes! ”

Gongsun Heng played with the short fan in his hand and said proudly: "Of course, the public family is very powerful." ”

Wang Yu asked in surprise: "Gongjia?" Isn't my brother a casual cultivator? ”

Gongsun Heng coughed softly a few times and said, "My surname is Gong, so I belong to the Gong!" ”

Wang Yu suddenly realized that his surname was Gong, so he was from the Gong's family, but in Wang Yu's opinion, this sentence was faintly wrong, but he couldn't find out where it was, so he secretly felt bored, said goodbye to Gongsun Heng, and hurriedly rushed to his ring.

Dozens of rings, the fight was hot, and in the ring where the crowd watched the most, was the woman in a light blue dress and holding an orchid grass in her hand. The angry water snake posture, the eyes are as clear as glass, the footsteps are light like dragonflies dotting water, and the slight smile is like a spring breeze, which really attracted more than 100 spectators in the audience.

Huang Wu was even more fascinated by laughter, no matter how much he paid for her, he would feel that it was worth it!

Wang Yu walked past Zhi Qiulan's ring, and naturally marveled at her beauty and charm, and couldn't help but think of the red dress, leisurely eyes, jade and ice, and dusty flowers that never fall.

"I'm afraid that only flowers in the world can compare with her! Not even Senior Sister Zhang. ”

Wang Yu smiled faintly, feeling that he was a little more affectionate, how could he think that the flowers would not fall, now is not the time to think about this, the urgent need is to take the sixth off the stage first!

Thinking of the man in the coarse cloth coat on the other side of the ring, with a pair of dead eyes like stagnant water, Wang Yu felt pierced, this kind of emotionless and lifeless person, although not the most terrifying, but also the most tricky, because this kind of person often lives in some kind of belief, such as the pursuit of the strong, or the pursuit of immortals.

Based on this pursuit, the Dao heart of such people is often as solid as a rock, unshakable, and has long been outside the realm of life and death, and life and death have exceeded the scope of their true consciousness, and only being strong and becoming an immortal is their eternal belief.

Wang Yu's gaze was full of wise thinking, no matter how confident the enemy is, in the face of absolute strength, he will always bow his head.

No. 3 vs. No. 6 is the number drawn after Wang Yu defeated No. 3.

More than 100 scattered cultivators, divided into five groups, roughly four, five, six, seven, eight groups, according to each layer of cultivation to form a fighting unit, each unit, only the last winner, a total of only five people!

Wang Yu is a fifth-layer condensation qi group, naturally with the fifth-layer condensation qi scattered cultivation group, this time he faced the sixth monk, is a woman, she is not beautiful, not ugly, her body is a little graceful, her body exudes a mature smell, unintentionally can attract people's hearts, compared with that kind of small flowers and tender grass, there is also a different taste.

This woman in her thirties, as soon as she stepped on the stage, she immediately attracted everyone's attention, especially those disciples of the Xuanwen Sect who were cultivating all day long and were bored.

Wang Yu took the stage to gain a foothold, one is a plump and mature woman, and the other is a slightly immature scholar in white, but there is really a different kind of taste.

Xue Youtiao's eyes lit up and he said to himself: "The figure is really good little lady, I don't know if the stinky boy will make a profit." ”

A snow-white jade hand stretched out behind him, and suddenly twisted Xue Youtiao's ear and said, "If he doesn't make a profit, do you want to go up and make a profit?" ”

Xue Youtiao's face changed, from red to white, and then to miserable white, sitting there trembling, not daring to speak, Lao Duzi opened his eyelids and said, "Senior Sister Lu, you are here!" ”

The plump woman in the ring said in an astonishing voice: "Little brother, don't say that my sow gnaws the buds for a while!" ”

Wang Yu smiled faintly, knowing that this was a flirtatious phrase that those restless women like to tease handsome sons in the world, so he pretended to be old-fashioned and said: "That young bud can sting people!" ”

The audience laughed, although they knew that this was the * language of the woman and the child's brother, although they were not very old, but for a group of Xuanwen disciples who had already sprouted their hearts, they didn't know that they had secretly chatted a few words in private.

There are also many young people who have tasted a special taste, and they can't help but take a few more glances at the woman!

The plump woman seems to be funny and knows how to attract people's hearts, but she has changed her attitude, and her heart is like a snake and scorpion When everyone has not returned to their senses, an invisible feather arrow has been shot, and with a bang, it shot straight into Wang Yu's chest.

Everyone shouted in an uproar, revealing surprise, and the Xuanwen Sect disciple who was carrying the long sword overseer looked at Wang Yu motionless with a slight frown, his feather arrows were green, and his move was strong and unstoppable.

If you are careless, this arrow is enough to kill people!

But Wang Yu stood motionless as if he had already knew, the sword shape between the abdomen of his right palm flickered, and the purple flame sword hit the feather arrow with a bang, and the feather arrow deviated from the trajectory, flew past him, and shot at the ring to pry up a piece of sunken wood, and the sawdust flew.

It seemed to be an inexplicable shot easily, but under the high-speed force of the feather arrow, Wang Yu was still shocked back two steps, and the tiger palm in his right hand was slightly numb.

The spectators in the audience all gasped, this insidious dark arrow made them sweat whizzing down, just let yourself stand on it, can you go next? Only the man in the coarse cloth coat still had a dead silence in his eyes like stagnant water, but a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

The plump woman didn't smile, looked at Wang Yu and said coldly: "It's a pity, I didn't shoot you!" ”

Wang Yu's gaze suddenly became cold, his expression changed to normal, he did not have the childish appearance of talking and laughing just now, he became indifferent and ruthless, and his voice was as sharp as a knife: "It's a pity, you make me want to kill people now!" ”

The plump woman sneered, and her figure flashed out like a ghost, like a phantom, and suddenly four identical women were separated in the ring, and she couldn't see which one was the real person.

Her voice was also like a ghost, hoarse and cold: "Take your life, use your life to sacrifice my phantom spell with blood." ”

Wang Yu's face changed slightly, and four phantoms surrounded him from all directions, making him unable to start, it was difficult to look at the front and back, and the left and right were really a big problem.

When the audience saw the woman's scattered cultivation at the beginning, they were all surprised when they saw this: "This woman is so terrible, it seems that in the last game, she didn't show her real strength at all!" ”

Wang Yu's sword tip, in the uproar of everyone, shuttled back and forth in different four phantoms, the tip of the sword was stabbed, the sword intent was awe-inspiring, and the whistling and choking sound continued, but under the repeated provocation, it still couldn't hurt the woman in the slightest.

The woman's body is weird, like a ghost, all kinds of ghost crying, endless, poignant and cold, can penetrate people's hearts, shock people's minds, in her voice, unconsciously will be immersed.

Wang Yu couldn't crack it for a while, let alone break free from the phantom, in this ghostly cry, his heart was gloomy and confused, and he seemed to feel that tens of thousands of ghosts were eating his body, the flesh and blood were peeling off piece by piece, and the blood was flowing drop by drop.

Struggling among the ten thousand ghosts, a little sweat oozed from the corners of Wang Yu's head and forehead, this thorny and difficult problem caught him off guard for a while, and he was all passive.

Under this stalemate, the woman surprisingly did not make a move on Wang Yu, but the ghostly cry confused Wang Yu's mind, and from his loss of consciousness, bit by bit, drained Wang Yu's cultivation until it turned into a shriveled corpse.

The disciples of the Scattered Cultivation and Xuanwen Sect below had already shouted in shock, and couldn't help but gasp. The Xuanwen Sect disciple who was carrying the long sword, his brows were furrowed like a wisp of black line, and he was cold, he didn't think how powerful this woman was, but he thought that he had seen this set of spells!

"The dream of the Hemei Sect!" The old yin monster stared at the four phantoms and spoke in a deep voice.

The old man squinted his eyes slightly, and said casually: "The magic of the Charm Sect appeared on a loose cultivator, is it going to change the sky today!" ”

Elder Lu Qi, who was dressed in white and was otherworldly, said lightly: "The dream of the Hemei Sect can steal people's minds, and in the confusion, drain the monk's essence and cultivation, I think that kid can't escape!" ”

The old man smiled, his eyes narrowed again, Xue Youtiao sat there tremblingly, worried about Wang Yu's fiasco, and secretly scolded: "The most poisonous thing is a woman's heart!" ”