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On the side of the hundred rings, the hundred rings were already full, and some people had even fought one or two battles, and the disciples who were waiting to see the excitement also gathered a lot, many of Lu Xiaoman's acquaintances rushed to cheer, and the sword cultivation disciples came to everyone who was free.

Lu Xiaoman knew that she was late, but she was not in a hurry, and she didn't care about the large group of tails following behind her, she just hugged the cat and shuttled between the rings leisurely, first taking a look at the level of others, and picking a suitable opponent for herself.

Picking and picking, Lu Xiaoman's eyes suddenly lit up, and she saw a male sword cultivator who was also practicing domineering sword skills, but he was not in the team of the deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Among the Qi cultivation disciples, there are many who practice swordsmanship and want to do sword cultivation, but not many of them have been recognized, otherwise there would not be only two thousand people in the foundation building sword cultivation of the inner gate to ask the sword peak, because the standard of recognition is to be recruited into the Law Enforcement Hall to become a probationary deacon or reserve apprentice.

Last year, Yan Jian and Le Lun both told Lu Xiaoman that there were very few female sword cultivators in the sect, in addition to the female disciples' own personal wishes, that is, there were male disciples who would deliberately bully the senior sisters and sisters who practiced swords, reduce the competitors who threatened them, and make people feel bitter and unspeakable, but the performance of these people is seen in the eyes of the law enforcement hall, even if the swordsmanship is practiced well, those who are not right-minded will definitely not want it.

Lu Xiaoman has been busy studying for the past year, and she doesn't have time to find the black sheep among these sword training disciples, but now that she has seen it in the ring, she wants to ask for advice.

"Don't pick it, let's do it here."

"Okay? The two people above are both eighth-level Qi practitioners. Simer asked.

"Okay."

Lu Xiaoman stood firmly, and the people who were watching the excitement behind her also hula and scattered around the ring at once, and her acquaintances also gathered towards her from the crowd, and the apprentices under the knees of Biyu Zhenren and Kunyu Zhenren came to cheer her on, in addition to the new senior brothers who Xi Mo met when he was in the ring, Gan Ziping, who cultivated double swordsmanship, and Wei Wei of Shan Mu Linggen.

He Feng and Chu Rui set up the folding table and skillfully shouted people to place bets, and the first to pay for it were the foundation building sword cultivators who had been sparring for Lu Xiaoman for a few days.

The bet on Lu Xiaoman to win has accumulated more than 200,000 spirit stones, and the formation master and the talisman master are really not short of money at all, and they are very generous, and the disciples in the Qi training period are generally not rich, and under the red gambling, many people pay money to bet on the right family.

In fact, there was a fight on the stage, and the two male disciples who practiced swords were inseparable, and the person Lu Xiaoman fancied was the defender, so she didn't care about the betting next to her, and concentrated on watching the moves.

The domineering sword technique is the remnant of the Burning Sky Sword Technique, which is a fire-based sword technique, with strong attack power, and after fighting back and forth on the stage for more than half an hour, the attacking side was finally defeated.

The referee in the ring routinely announced the result, and when he asked if he wanted to rest, the defender who had not wiped the sweat on his forehead looked at Lu Xiaoman under the stage and grinned.

"No need, how can you make such a cute little sword cultivator sister wait for a long time."

The defeated attacker stepped down with hatred, and Lu Xiaoman handed over the big orange cat in his hand to Xi Mo in a noise that he didn't know whether to cheer or coax, and he stepped into the ring calmly.

"Senior brother, please." Lu Xiaoman didn't talk nonsense at all, raised his hand to salute, and then set up his hand.

"Since the little junior sister is refreshing, I am not welcome, senior brother."

After speaking, this person pulled the tip of his sword and slashed towards Lu Xiaoman's right waist with great strength.

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