Chapter 957 Little Trick

In the Valley of Swords, colorful flags flutter and ancient music is melodious.

The sword cultivators and sword cultivators of Sword Valley and Sword Valley all walked out of the retreat place and watched into the sky, and groups of cultivators from different sects flew into Sword Valley one after another, entering different areas.

The female sword cultivators of the Spirit Sword Tower also climbed to the highest point of the Spirit Sword Tower, looking out to see a lively scene.

Fang Qinghan, as a mid-stage female cultivator in Sword Valley, undertook a lot of tasks this time, and her master Li Yaoqing hoped that she could become the first among the mid-stage disciples this time, and at least enter the top three!

For this reason, in recent days, Fang Qinghan has been practicing the Nine Plum Blossom Sword Opening Technique in the back mountain every day, and he doesn't know much about the situation in the outside world.

"Look at the team of bewitching female cultivators over there, all of them are from the Xianyin Pavilion! Look at their clothes, they are all too fancy, and some of them are even bare-chested and bare-backed......"

The female monks in Sword Valley are relatively conservative, and they are mainly dressed in white and gray, compared to the female cultivators of the Xianyin Pavilion who are dressed in enchanting clothes, everyone is not used to it.

"Look at that ......"

Following the hand of a female cultivator, she looked out, and saw a particularly huge golden-winged white crane, flying from a distance; On the back of this white crane, there is a guqin, and a handsome man with picturesque eyebrows does not look at the scenery in front of him, but only buries his head in playing the qin.

The white crane flies in, the clear sound is melodious, and the sound of the piano is in the ears, like mountain spring water, which is very wonderful.

"This person is Gong Xueluo, the son of the Pavilion Master of the Immortal Yin Pavilion, the only Heavenly Spirit Root male monk of the younger generation!"

"Oh my God! This person is really well-qualified, handsome and extraordinary! ”

Although the female cultivators of Sword Valley did not look down on the female cultivators of the Xianyin Pavilion, they praised this male cultivator who could be called the most handsome and extraordinary in the Shenxiao Continent, and the female cultivators' eyes lit up one by one!

Fang Qinghan didn't know why, he suddenly thought of the person he was destined for, and secretly sighed in his heart: If the person of his marriage is this palace Xueluo, how good would it be? Alas, there is no such good fate!

The people who came to Sword Valley this time were not only the disciples of Xianyin Pavilion and Xuanji Gate, but also many elders and disciples from nearby sects who came to watch the ceremony, and all kinds of flying spirit weapons and flying spirit beasts continued to appear in the sky, and the disciples of Sword Valley also saw that their eyes were shining.

It's just that what makes the male cultivators of Sword Valley feel depressed is that Huang Ailin, a beautiful female cultivator who can be called the first qualification in the Shenxiao Continent, didn't come this time.

"Senior brother, why didn't the goddess of my dream come this time?" Many of the male monks in the Broken Sword Building asked in annoyance.

Senior Brother Zheng Hongsheng smiled, "You don't have to worry, isn't this time?" The first battles were all between the early and middle monks, and a foundation building consummation monk like Huang Erin would not make a move until the end, so it would be a while before it came! In short, you will see it then! ”

"I see." Everyone's hanging hearts relaxed.

Not long after, the sky finally quieted down, and the guests from the major sects were all arranged to go to different places in the Sword Valley.

The female sword cultivators of the Spirit Sword Building also walked back to the house, and everyone had to chat a few more words.

"I heard that this battle is very fierce, not to mention the middle and late stages, let's just say that the early disciple battle that started tomorrow is also some fierce young newcomers! Among them are Wen Ziyu and Luo Xiaoyong of our Sword Valley, Qin Yong and Gu Xinghe of Xuanji Gate, and ...... of Xianyin Pavilion"

Fang Qinghan listened to everyone's discussions, raised his eyebrows, and asked curiously, "What about the little junior brother?" Didn't you also enter the foundation building period, and according to the rules, he also had to participate in the initial battle, right? ”

Hearing Fang Qinghan's question, a female cultivator who had read the schedule said suspiciously, "I have looked at the schedule that day, and Junior Brother Xie Qing is actually ranked at the back of the schedule!" The opponent is Tian Bitter, the powerhouse of Daogu! ”

"Isn't it!" Hearing such an arrangement, the female sword cultivators present were all dumbfounded, "Who arranged this schedule?" What a bastard! The little junior brother has only built a foundation, and he actually arranged such an opponent! We have heard of this hard work, and it is also known as a knife bull! Ordinary strong people can't go three times under their hands, like the little junior brother, wouldn't it be a loss? ”

Although everyone was a little dumbfounded, Fang Qinghan was running through the rivers and lakes outside, and his thoughts on Zhao Yan were clear in his heart.

She covered her mouth and smiled, "You don't understand this? Little junior brother, he should have deliberately asked for this! ”

"Why?" The nuns present all felt a little surprised.

Fang Qinghan said again, "Only in the face of such a strong man, when he admits defeat, can he not have any psychological pressure!" No one will laugh at him! ”

When everyone heard this, they all suddenly realized.

A female monk nodded and said, "If the junior junior brother loses in the hands of Tian Kuxin, it will always have a little more face than in the hands of those early cultivators!" Alas, this kid's idea is really different! ”

Everyone nodded one after another, feeling that Zhao Yan's idea was good.

Fang Qinghan said with a hint of contempt, "These little tricks are not the Great Dao after all!" If you don't have enough strength, what face do you need? Losing is not a loss, if it is, I will find an evenly matched opponent and fight with all my might! It's also better than using such a small means! ”

Her words were approved by everyone, and even those senior sisters who had always sympathized with Zhao Yan now thought of Zhao Yan and felt some contempt in their hearts!

……

The battle in the Valley of Swords had no effect on Zhao Yan at all.

Before Zhao Yan appeared, he wouldn't go back to Sword Valley, he wanted to do his best to build his Xuanlei Sword Formation!

"Nine flying swords again, successfully refined!"

The Xuanlei Sword used by the Xuanlei Sword Formation was exactly the same every one, so Zhao Yan was refining it faster and faster, more and more proficient, and more and more handy!

He is the builder of nine and nine, and when this batch is built, he has built 27, which is very close to his short-term goal of 36!

"There are already twenty-seven, I'm a little itchy, I want to try it first!"

Zhao Yan's heart moved, walked into the Blood Buddha space, came to the top of the valley outside the Blood Buddha space, flew in mid-air, patted the storage cloth bag, and shouted violently, "Come out!" ”

It was one bright flying sword after another that appeared out of thin air, circling around his body, circling back and forth.

As more and more flying swords joined the circle, a bright electric light curtain was formed outside his body, which made the York giant wolf standing below applaud excitedly.

However, Zhao Yan's face suddenly sank, and then with a wave of his hand, he put away all the flying swords and flew down from above.

"Master, what are you?" York Wolf asked, confused.

Zhao Yan frowned and said, "The mental power is not enough, so I can't take it!" ”

(End of chapter)