The space where Gao Feiyang and the others are located is a meadow, and in the middle of the meadow is a simple and elegant stone pavilion.

When the nine people were examining each other, the golden light flashed in the pavilion, and a beautiful middle-aged Taoist girl appeared. This person has green temples and red face, a beautiful appearance, a cloud coat on his body, and an extraordinary demeanor with a dust whisk in his hand, which is the second boss of Emei, Mrs. Miaoyi.

"I will preside over the final of this sword competition. You are all rising stars of the righteous path, and you are the foundation of our generation's inheritance. The sword trial conference is a good opportunity for everyone to exchange Taoist techniques with each other and sharpen themselves. But don't hurt your peace because of this, and don't use drastic means in order to win, go against the spirit of righteousness. ”

Mrs. Miaoyi said, looking forward to it, observing everyone's demeanor.

Everyone is the only elite in ten thousand, and they naturally know the meaning of the strings and songs. Knowing that Mrs. Miaoyi was afraid that everyone would play too out of line for victory, she warned in advance. Therefore, everyone looks respectful and convincing.

Seeing that everyone knew so much, Mrs. Miaoyi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Next, everyone come to me to draw lots." Everyone must know the rules of sword testing, right? ”

Everyone was speechless, although this beautiful Taoist aunt looked kind, but the unfathomable mana that was inadvertently revealed on her body pressed everyone and seemed to be out of breath. The difference in rank is too large, and the natural pressure formed is even more like a man, which makes everyone who is arrogant feel sincerely sad. Only Wan Likong, as a disciple of Emei, replied respectfully: "The disciple understands. ”

Mrs. Miaoyi nodded silently, the snow white dust was raised, the golden light flashed, and nine bamboo number plates appeared out of thin air, "everyone can draw ...... at will" The voice did not fall, the light was the first to step forward, and did not choose, after taking a piece casually, I opened it and saw a mysterious character written on the other side of the bamboo card. At this time, everyone else also stepped forward to take the bamboo card.

Gao Feiyang landed at the end, looked at the bamboo card floating in the golden light and smiled: "It seems that I didn't pick the ......" As he spoke, the water-colored sword light moved, and put away the last bamboo card.

Seeing Gao Feiyang's words and actions so presumptuous, although everyone present called it the choice of the moment, they couldn't help but have a few people's eyes change slightly. I feel uneasy and puzzled by Gao Feiyang's flamboyance. Mrs. Miaoyi's face remained unchanged, and she nodded lightly and said: "This is a disciple of Shaolin, it is really not attached to things, and it points directly to the heart, which is extraordinary." "An NPC of this level of Mrs. Miaoyi has extremely high intelligence, and she is even more self-assured, and in front of thousands of righteous heroes, no matter how dislike she is, she will not show it.

Gao Feiyang knew that there were heinous criminals in the hands of Mrs. Miaoyi, and the NPC would not dispose of them at will, at most handing him over to Shaolin. Therefore, he is also fearless. The more important reason is that Gao Feiyang is not deliberately pretending to be 13 now, as Mrs. Miaoyi said, it is all according to his heart.

Although Gao Feiyang pretended to be very chic and stylish, he didn't know that he scared the hundreds of millions of spectators watching outside into a cold sweat.

Seeing that Mrs. Miaoyi was not surprised, she scolded angrily: "Lao Tzu spent money to buy you to win, not to see you pretend to be 13......"

"When I don't look at 13, I almost let my money go ......down the drain" Of course, there is light and darkness, and the two always correspond to each other. Inevitably, there are many fans waving their flags and shouting, "Thousands of miles alone, handsome and stylish ......" "Okay, we love you, ah......"

After a small episode, everyone realized that Mrs. Miaoichi was very talkative, and the muscles on her face softened, and the slightly stiff atmosphere on the field was suddenly relaxed.

The bamboo plaque Gao Feiyang got was engraved with a ground character. Glancing at the harvest, the harvest shook the bamboo card in his hand at him, and his bamboo card was engraved with the word Tian. Gao Feiyang's heart was relieved, fortunately, the two of them were not so hard, and they were divided into a group for the first time.

Mrs. Miaoyi said loudly: "The lottery has been completed, and everyone will come out to try the sword according to the brand." In the first group, the disciples holding the Tianzi card played. Fengshou raised the bamboo card in his hand to Mrs. Miaoyi, indicating that he was a contestant. A stunning beauty in a dark purple dress also walked out slowly.

This woman's facial features are delicate and picturesque, and her body is as elegant as a fairy, but her face is cold, as if it is written that the living should not be approached. Although Gao Feiyang didn't know her, there were only two women in the top nine, one was Feng Yingsleeve and the other was Meng Binglan. Looking at this femininity, if you don't ask, you can know that it must be Meng Binglan. Thinking of the harvest has been analyzed, this is the weakest Meng Binglan, and I can't help but sigh at the good life of the harvest.

The harvest technique is strong, and the Shen Yuan Knife is also a superb weapon, but these are relatively speaking. For these top nine participating in the finals, the harvest is the worst in terms of level, equipment, and techniques, and there is no one. The only thing that Harvest can rely on is his knowledge of knife skills and the subtlety of his skills. Originally, with his conditions, it was enough luck to be able to enter the top 100. And being able to qualify in the group can be said to be the ancestral tomb is smoking.

To be honest, Gao Feiyang was really skeptical that a bumper harvest would appear. For a moment, he even suspected that Fengshou Feng was an undercover agent of the God of Wealth. If Harvest wins the championship in the end, it will definitely be the biggest upset. And the God of Wealth will also get the greatest benefit from it.

But the harvest hardware is too bad, and normally, there is no possibility of winning. In the face of the indiscriminate bombardment at the Jindan level, his operation is subtle and inappropriate. Therefore, Gao Feiyang was only suspicious for a moment.

It was amazing to watch two people with cold expressions fighting side by side, and everyone else. The face of the harvest is a kind of indifference after the vicissitudes of life, but Meng Binglan is a kind of coldness that emanates from the bones. One like a stone, the other like an ice cube. When two people are together, it feels very harmonious. Gao Feiyang watched, and suddenly pointed at the two of them and laughed.

Several other people were inexplicable, and they didn't know what nerves were going to be alone. Wan Likong's face showed a trace of disdain and hatred. The light smiled playfully, as if he sensed something interesting.

Seeing Gao Feiyang's gaffe laughing, a trace of displeasure flashed on Mrs. Miaoyi's face, but she didn't say anything after all. Fengshou calmly asked Gao Feiyang, who was laughing, "Do I have mud spots on my face?" ”

Gao Feiyang barely suppressed his smile and said, "No." ”

"And what are you laughing at?" The harvest did not scold sharply, but in a bland sentence, there seemed to be a chill to the bone. Meng Binglan, who was standing next to him, somehow couldn't help but feel a sense of surrender when he heard the words.

"Cough, cough ......" Gao Feiyang coughed his throat and said seriously: "I laugh because I'm happy, okay?" ”

Fengshou's eyes were cold, and he was silent, but he still didn't say anything after all. Meng Binglan is forcibly suppressing his anger, if it weren't for Mrs. Miaoyi, he would definitely dismantle this bald donkey in white. When Meng Binglan Imperial Sword rose into the air, he also stared at Gao Feiyang with deep meaning.

Everyone has been practicing for a long time, although they feel that the move of walking alone is very meaningful, but in such a situation, they can hide the doubts in their hearts and do not reveal the slightest.

But I didn't know that Gao Feiyang just suddenly felt that Fengshou and Meng Binglan were standing together, and they looked very compatible. They were all coffin faces, with indifferent expressions, as if everyone owed them money. After relaxing and relapsing, I laughed a few times heartlessly on the spot.

There is no way to explain this, so I can only casually perfunctory a few sentences, pretending to be a deep shape with ulterior motives. Gao Feiyang also felt that he was a little too relaxed, and he simply didn't take Mrs. Miaoyi seriously. People can crush themselves with a finger, so it's better to be honest now.

Fengshou and Meng Binglan Imperial Sword came out of the blue light curtain, and after rising into the air, the two were separated by a hundred zhang of each other, and after giving each other a salute, they didn't speak, and as soon as their respective sword lights moved, they fought together. Meng Binglan's Great Heavenly Demon Reincarnation Sword and the Great Heavenly Demon Secret can be said to complement each other perfectly. The purple short sword emitted a purple sword light, and there was an unfathomable weirdness in the sword light.

The Great Heavenly Demon Reincarnation Sword was in Meng Binglan's hands, and its attacks were sharp and varied. After just a few moves, the water-blue sword light of the harvest has been submerged in a purple patch. Meng Binglan was angry, and it seemed that it was all on the harvest.

Although Meng Binglan's offensive was prosperous, the harvest with the Shenyuan Knife in his hand was guarded like an iron wall of a copper city, and it did not leak. Fengshou already has a brilliant understanding of swordsmanship, and this kind of ever-changing swordsmanship is precisely his strength. Every knife must be slashed in the gap of the sword momentum. The precise and exquisite knife technique made Fengshou a lot inferior to Meng Binglan in attack, but under the single-minded defense, Meng Binglan had nothing to do for a while.

Seeing that he has an absolute advantage, the opponent is like an immortal Xiaoqiang, and he can't step on it. Meng Binglan's heart became more and more impatient. In such an important match, she should have kept her calmest mind.

But the heart that was laughed at by Gao Feiyang before was very angry, and he couldn't establish a victory in the face of a weak enemy. Meng Binglan couldn't hold back any longer, and as soon as his heart was horizontal, he wanted to urge the secret technique on the Great Heavenly Demon Reincarnation Sword: Heavenly Demon Reincarnation.

The magic of heavenly demon reincarnation requires a huge amount of mana to urge. Meng Binglan knew that it was a bit risky to do so, but in order to win as soon as possible, she couldn't care about anything else. Besides, if the opposite side was alone, she would not dare to push such a time-consuming and laborious trick to kill herself. She has watched a few battle videos of Ke Feng, this person's equipment and magic skills are not very strong, and good subtle operations and some luck against the sky can stumble to the present.

Meng Binglan's expression was solemn, and she sang something in a low voice in a strange rhythm, and everyone clearly heard every word, but they didn't know what she was reading.

The reddish blood mist gradually filled, making the bright full moon eerie. In the blood mist, there are countless illusions jumping and dancing. For a while, if there is a wonderful and colorful goddess dancing lightly, it will attract people's hearts. After a while, the hideous evil ghost roared wildly, as if it was choosing people to devour, which made people fearful.

When the blood qi between heaven and earth became thicker and thicker, Meng Binglan suddenly took a deep breath, pinched the magic trick, and was about to trigger the reincarnation of the heavenly demons, when he saw dozens of points of dark blue starlight suddenly appear in the blood-colored mist. The blue is deep and distant, and there is an indescribable charm in the twinkling stars.

(End of chapter)