The magnolia-like lips were gently pursed, and the long sword under the white jade finger stabbed obliquely towards the bubbling shoulder blade with an icy chill!

Laugh at!

The middle level of Tianxuan, who no longer gave in, launched a threat, and no matter how flexible the lower level was, he couldn't avoid it.

After Qianruo withdrew his elbow and drew his sword, he was about to stop the bleeding, but when he bowed his head on the side, he found that the wound was not bleeding, and a cold breath had directly frozen the wound and blocked the loss of blood.

"Extreme cold internal force?" He looked up in surprise, "Senior Brother Qianruo, what kind of fusion sword technique has he created?" ”

With a slight flick of Qianruo's wrist, the cold qi that was still attached to the sword body dissipated instantly, and it returned to snow-white and clear, which was extremely commensurate with the snow-white brocade robe on his body: "After the young master's order, I combined the Bixiao Sword Technique with the Ice Jade Palm, and finally practiced the Cold Jade Sword Technique." ”

Hanyu Sword ...... Sure enough, it is the person who follows the young master, and if he can get the guidance of the young master himself, he will definitely make rapid progress and avoid many detours.

The envy in Mifeng's eyes flashed for a moment, and he arched his hand and said, "Thank you for your mercy!" If you lose, retire first! ”

Qianruo hugged his fists in return and said apologetically: "Senior brother can't help it, I hope that junior brother is not strange!" ”

Mi Feng smiled: "The foolish brother has long known that he has no chance to protect the Fa, so he came to join in this excitement, just to ask the senior brother for a few tricks and accumulate more experience, so as not to suffer losses against the enemy in the future." Fortunately, the senior brother was kind and merciful, and he was convinced. ”

Qian Ruoyu said with concern: "Hurry up and go back and apply some wound medicine." ”

"Yes, Woo Woo farewell!"

However, just as he turned around, a cold voice came from the high platform: "Slow! ”

Shui Feng turned around in surprise and found that it was a cold man with a faint arrogance hidden in his temperament, and hurriedly bowed: "Young Master." ”

The man who got up and left his seat and stood on the high platform with even more imposing shaking his sleeves, and a long sword shot out of his sleeve and went straight towards the water: "Next! ”

With a stretch of his soft arm, the long sword fell into his hand.

As soon as he started the scabbard, he was amazed, only to feel that the sheathed long sword in his hand was light and fluttering, as if it were nothing. I obviously got a sword, but it was like a light feather.

He hurriedly hung his sword on his waist and concentrated on pulling out the sword, and everyone around him let out an exclamation as the sword body was slowly withdrawn.

I saw that the entire sword body was thin and clear, the whole body was crystal clear, and the brilliance flowed, as if there was a clear spring water as thin as a hair in it slowly shuttling and flowing, which was extremely wonderful!

As soon as he saw this sword, he loved it very much, but he immediately put it into the sheath, knelt on one knee, and held the sword and hugged his fist: "Thank you for the sword!" ”

Chu Yuran looked at him with a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes, and there was a hint of peace in his cold voice: "Heal your injuries and report to the Young Lord Monarch's Palace in a few days." ”

Young Lord Monarch's Palace? Report?

After being stunned slightly, he was ecstatic and said excitedly: "Yes!" The subordinates can wait for the young lord to send tomorrow! ”

There was a tremor in his voice, and the disciples in the audience all looked at him with envy, and even the disciples showed jealous eyes.

Being able to enter the palace of the young lord and be directly sent by the young lord is not far from the young lord, which is simply a great thing, even if it is a person who believes in Buddhism and cultivates, it is inevitable to be envious and jealous.

Chu Yuran looked at Mu Chen and Qian Yu, who were not affected, and waved his hand: "Stand down." ”

Mifeng hurriedly retreated, only glanced at Mu Chen, who was fighting with the Thousand Feather Sword and kept fighting, and then turned around and left~~ He had to go back immediately to deal with his wounds, so that he could do anything that the young lord or the young lord had told him the next day.

After three years of fighting, although he did not win the position of protector of the Dharma, God did not treat him lightly, this result is the best outside the protector of the Dharma, and the future is long......

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The two of them were still fighting, and the two swords made a crisp clashing sound from time to time, but neither of them could help anyone.

Chu Han shook his head secretly, not knowing whether to remind Qianyu or not.

Once the sound is transmitted, it is equivalent to cheating, and it is easy for him to be distracted instantly, and if there is an omission, Mu Chen will take advantage of it.

Chu Yuran's slender body sat down slowly, and after watching for a long time, he said lightly: "Where is your usual composure and calmness?" At the moment of the fierce opponent, you forget your own advantages? ”

Chu Han was silent and sighed: "He can only wake up by himself." ”

Although Mu Chen's swordsmanship is equally exquisite, and his internal strength is strong enough, it is not as pure as Qianyu's internal force.

Qian Yu was assisted by Chu Han personally, and he had eaten so many extremely pure pills, he ran his mind method for one week, and Mu Chen ran it for ten weeks.

A person who is usually quite smart, but at this time he is confused by the strength and composure of the other party, ignoring the differences hidden under the many similarities between the two.

Just such a small difference can decide who wins and who loses, but it is indeed a bit hidden, if you don't calm down and think carefully, I'm afraid that you will really drill the tip of the horns and fight with Mu Chen endlessly.

At this moment, a worry-free voice suddenly sounded in the stands: "Master, why are you pouring out all the tea?" Chewing tea has a lot of taste? ”

"You know what?" The poison saint glared at him and reprimanded, his voice was not loud, but it was enough for the people in the ring to hear, "The tea is made from tea leaves, no matter how delicious it is, it doesn't have the strong taste of tea!" Eat tea, eat tea, how can you call eating tea if you don't eat? The real essence is in this tea! Why is it necessary to boil all the water to make pills when refining high-grade poisons? Isn't it all about concentrating the essence into pills? ”

"But......" Although Wuwu felt that Shizun was weird and didn't understand what she was doing, he still frowned when he looked at the corners of the poison saint's mouth, "but~~"

"But what is it? Don't be! The poison saint said impatiently, "It's really for nothing that I have eaten so many poison pills and antidotes, and I don't even understand this simple truth!" ”

Her hand moved quickly, and she didn't know where to find a black pill, and coldly stuffed it into her mouth: "Go, go, go, when to come up with the solution to this new poison, when to come back!" ”

As she spoke, she also pushed him and pushed him so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

A figure flashed, and he fell into the arms of a woman, without looking up, he knew who it was, and immediately tears of grievance swirled in his eyes, and he looked up: "Sister Chu......"

Chu Han patted him on the back to show comfort, but he didn't say anything.

The poison saint was talking and doing things here, and he had already attracted the attention of the people closest to the ring, and the words he said without deliberately lowering his voice all floated into the ears of the two who were fighting.

Wu Wu leaned on Chu Han's arms and was still aggrieved and stunned, but Qian Yu's side had a flash of inspiration, and the tendons in his brain were activated by the words of the poison saint, and he instantly thought of something.

He suddenly shook his sword, leading away Mu Chen's sword momentum, revealing the gap in his chest, but his left hand pressed it coldly, extremely fast!

Boom!

After the muffled sound, Mu Chen's body shook, and when he was about to fall back into the ring, he forcibly lifted his breath and stood on the edge of the ring.

Qianyu didn't wait for him to stand firm, and the second and third palms slapped continuously between turning his hands and covering his hands......