In the main hall of Tianshu Peak's "Sanqing Cave", Jianyang Zhenjun sat on the top, and on the left and right sides of the lower hand sat Zihe Zhenjun and Shengtong Zhenjun respectively.

All three of them stared at a water curtain above the main hall, above which was what was happening on Fuyao Peak.

"Master, Senior Brother Jingxi is really too willful!" Zihe Zhenjun's face was slightly embarrassed: "How do you let Zixiamen look at it?" ”

Jian Yang Zhenjun was expressionless, only nodded slightly, and said, "Jingxi is too nonsense." ”

Zi He Zhenjun saw that Changxing and Qi Xiu had agreed to fight tomorrow, and their faces were already anxious: "What should I do now, Master?" Why don't I go and talk to Yuzhi Zhenren and let him talk to his apprentice, and the matter of the war will be over." ”

"How can that be done? Since the appointment is made, we will fight. Shengtong Zhenjun suddenly interjected.

"How is this going to fight?" Zihe Zhenjun looked at Shengtong Zhenjun: "Little junior sister is not you, that Qi Xiu should know better than me, it's sword cultivation! Although the combat power is not the first person among the disciples of the inner gate foundation building, it can be regarded as a leader, and the little junior sister's cultivation is not as good as others, what can you do to fight with others?"

Shengtong Zhenjun's face hesitated slightly, but he still said categorically: "Even if you want to lose, you have to fight!"

"Senior brother, you ......" Zihe Zhenjun sighed and said, "You don't know, the situation of the little junior sister in the door is actually a little delicate, if you lose this time, I am afraid that it will be even more difficult in the future!"

Shengtong Zhenjun didn't speak, holding a silk silk in his hand, and carefully wiped the long sword in his hand back and forth, but his eyes were firm and his lips were pursed, this expression said it all.

Zi He Zhenjun scratched the wall anxiously: What kind of life is this! The two junior brothers he met are more unreliable than the other, and the fourth junior brother is in trouble every day, so won't he give the junior sister a pit today? The third junior brother doesn't get into trouble, but he only has that sword in his eyes, and he is completely unsophisticated!

"Hey, you're really an elm head!" Zihe Zhenjun was anxious and angry, and then asked, "What about Senior Brother Xiao? Senior Brother Xiao must have a way!"

"I sent Dongyang to do something outside, but now I am not in the sect. Jian Yang Zhenjun said, as he spoke, brushing his long beard under his chin, and looking at Zihe Zhenjun with his eyes: "You just think that your junior sister will definitely lose?"

"Master, do you mean that the junior sister will win?" Zihe Zhenjun looked at Jianyang Zhenjun suspiciously: Shizun has the magical power of an unpredictable prophet, could it be that he has already seen the result just now?

Jian Yang Zhenjun looked at his first apprentice, and was a little helpless: "I didn't say this." ”

Saying that, he shook his head slightly: Zihe has a generous personality, treats people well, and everything is good, but he is too worried, and his heart is inevitably not pure enough, which is why he started the earliest and cultivated as the two junior disciples who started later.

"Then the master means ......" Zihe Zhenjun asked hesitantly, "You also advocate letting the junior sister fight?"

"It should all depend on your junior sister, cultivation is originally her own business, and we have no right to decide for her. Jian Yang Zhenjun's eyes narrowed slightly: "Besides, your junior sister is not as weak as you think, maybe she will win?"

Is this a gamble? But the odds are too small

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"Alas!" Zi He Zhenjun sighed resignedly, I'd better go and prepare some talismans for my junior sister, if you really can't smash them, you can't lose too ugly.

The next day, before noon, Changxing had already arrived at the Tianshu Peak Yanwu Hall, thinking that she had arrived in advance, but when she thought of going, she knew that she was late.

In the martial arts hall, there is a fighting platform in the middle, and the surrounding area is already full of disciples who have come to watch the battle, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the scene as a sea of people.

Changxing looked at the blocked road, and then looked at the fighting platform in mid-air, and hesitated in his heart whether to simply fly over their heads, but this seemed to be not very polite, and the voices of the disciples were heard from time to time:

Front left:

"Hey, who are you betting on?" a slightly excited voice.

"Of course it's Senior Brother Qi! You are asking this because you have a sick brain!" A male disciple next to him rolled his eyes with an idiot look.

"Hehe, I'm just asking! I also bet on Senior Brother Qi to win, but I have placed fifty spirit stones, one to three!"

Long Star:

Front right:

"Hey, I said, why hasn't that Meng Changxing come yet?" the passer-by looked a little impatient.

"Who knows? Eighty percent is afraid to come!" Passerby B looked straight at the female cultivator in the crowd and replied casually.

"Even if she's smart, I'm afraid it's going to be miserable!" passerby C looked gloating.

"Yes, it's Senior Brother Qi Xiu! Although the cultivation is not the highest, but the person is a sword cultivator, I heard my master say, Qi Xiu will definitely marry in a hundred years!" passerby A suddenly became excited.

"Senior Brother Qi Xiu's ability is still up to you! That's obvious to all! I don't know where that Meng Changxing got his courage!"

Long Star:

Changxing in front, on the left, and on the right listened to it, it was nothing more than how powerful Qi Xiu was, how scumbag she was, and she relied on her relationship to worship Jian Yang Zhenjun's door, in fact, it was a flower shelf piled up by pills, and what was even more outrageous was that there were three completely different versions of her life experience, and the most outrageous one of them actually said that she was the descendant of the female cultivator that Jian Yang Zhenjun admired when he was young!

Changxing was furious when he heard this: Is the monk very idle? If he doesn't cultivate, he loves to chew the root of his tongue so much? When he gossips, he is even better than the long-tongued women in the world.

Unable to listen any longer, Changxing suddenly spoke up, interrupting the surrounding chatter: "Let's let it go!"

Changxing's voice was filled with spiritual power, and it spread all over the corners of the Yanwu Hall.

The scene was suddenly quiet, and everyone turned their heads to look at the female cultivator who spoke: seventeen or eighteen years old, with a tall posture, slightly heroic, wearing a goose yellow shirt, only a small bun was simply combed on the top of her head, and a jade hairpin was fixed obliquely, the hair on the back of her head hung down to her waist like a waterfall, her long eyebrows were in the sideburns, her eyebrows were not painted but green, her lips were slightly closed, her lips were not dyed and vermilion, her skin was like the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, her eyes were like a galaxy, she stood quietly on the edge of everyone, full of beauty

People are ashamed of themselves.

The person standing in front of Changxing, as soon as he turned around, he saw Changxing's smiling face, and the look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face, and he hurriedly avoided both sides and cleared a way.

Changxing walked unhurriedly towards the middle high platform.

Qi Xiu, who was holding his sword and waiting, saw Changxing coming, jumped and flew onto the high platform.

Qi Xiu's jump, his posture was vigorous, and he didn't drag the mud and water, and there were already disciples cheering below.

Changxing walked to the side of the high platform, his body was as light as a swallow, and he stepped on the high platform lightly, fluttering like a frightening flood, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

The two of them stood on one side of the high platform, looked at each other quietly, but they didn't speak, and now they just waited for the arrival of the Jindan real person who presided over the fighting method, and they could start.

After waiting for less than a quarter of an hour, he finally came, but it was not the Jindan monk, but the first seat of the Inner Peak Yuheng Peak-Biwu Zhenjun.

Biwu Zhenjun is a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period, in charge of the Taiqing Gate Discipline Palace, the most upright, taciturn personality, and all the monks in the door are kept a certain distance, there is no special closeness, or estrangement, usually, if it is not a major event of the sect, rarely appear in front of everyone.

All the disciples were surprised, but they hurriedly bent down and saluted: "The disciple has seen Biwu Zhenjun!"

Biwu Zhenjun waved his hand slightly, sat on the judge's seat in the middle of the fighting platform, and then looked at the two people on the stage: "Are you two going to fight?"

Qi Xiu and Changxing hurriedly nodded yes.

"Hmm. Biwu Zhenjun nodded slightly: "You all know the rules, right? The fighting method will inevitably be injured, if there are casualties, you will bear the consequences!

"Yes, disciple, remember!" Qi Xiu and Changxing said in unison.

Biwu Zhenjun stopped talking nonsense, only raised his hand and played out a few array keys, opened the protective prohibition of the Doufa Table, and announced: "Then let's start!"

As soon as Biwu Zhenjun's voice fell, three lancets appeared around Changxing's body out of thin air, and the spiritual power on the lancet was surrounded, quite a little ready to move, these three lancets were the water knives, fire knives, and wooden knives in the 'ice'.

With a clear cry in his mouth: "Go!" The three knives had turned into streamers, and they rushed towards Qi Xiu in the shape of a pin!

Changxing understands that this battle is of great significance to her, Qi Xiu still has a certain reputation among the disciples of Taiqing Sect, if he can defeat him, even if he can't be recognized by others, but at least he won't be so repulsed, if in the past, Changxing didn't care about other people's attitudes towards her at all, but now she can't, since she has decided to integrate into Taiqingmen, she can no longer be as lonely as before, this is a great opportunity.

Although the strength of this Qi Xiu is in the late stage of foundation building, it is a pure sword cultivation, and the strength is not a little stronger than the second son of Shuiye City who relies on pills, Changxing can defeat the second son of Shuiye City, but he may not be able to defeat Qi Xiu. After she went back yesterday, she specially asked Shengtong Zhenjun about some knowledge about sword cultivation, and inquired about Qi Xiu's attack methods and characteristics, and she already knew it in her heart, so she didn't want to waste time at all, she just wanted to defeat Qi Xiu quickly.

The castration of the three knives is extremely fast, and the angle is very tricky, almost Qi Xiu's body

The shape is locked within the sword light.

Qi Xiu drew his sword almost at the same time, "Huh!" The two sword lights flashed, the water knife and the wooden knife were hit, and they suddenly stagnated in mid-air, turned into a puff of green smoke in the blink of an eye, and returned to Changxing's hand.

Seeing that the fire knife had reached his chest, Qi Xiu had just swung out the third sword, but in the end, the time was too short, the distance was too close, and the spiritual power was not mobilized enough, so that the sword qi was not condensed enough, and the fire knife just paused, and then rushed forward again, fortunately, the other two knives had been hit, and the retreat was wide open, and Qi Xiu quickly took a few steps back diagonally before shooting down the fire knife.

Qi Xiu stood firm, his back was tense, his hands were clenched with the long sword, and his gaze at Changxing was already a little more scrutinizing and cautious.

In this round, Changxing has already understood Qi Xiu's strength, although his sword is powerful, but the spiritual power required is large, which greatly limits the speed of the sword, and Changxing has an advantage in terms of speed.

Qi Xiu also seemed to understand his disadvantage, and without waiting for Changxing to make a move, he exerted force under his feet, jumped suddenly, and swung the long sword in his right hand flatly, and the sword light spread all over the entire fighting platform like a curtain.

As the sword light spread, Qi Xiu on the opposite side suddenly disappeared, and in Changxing's eyes, only the overwhelming sword light remained.

(End of chapter)