Xiao Qinghe didn't expect that he made up his mind to teach people a lesson, but not only did he not succeed in teaching people a lesson, but he was suppressed so much that he had no power to fight back.

The opponent's spirit sword did not follow the usual routine, and every time it was dangerous and dangerous, Xiao Qinghe had to fight with twelve points, but he was still tired of fighting.

The most shocking thing is that the other party's cultivation can't be sensed, every time Xiao Qinghe feels that the other party is already at the end of the strong crossbow, this person can still use immortal power to support it, and it doesn't seem difficult at all.

What kind of monster is this......

The more he fought, the more frightened Xiao Qinghe became.

And the young man has always been unhurried, like a leisurely stroll, his eyes are not shocked, and he has never shown a trace of nervousness.

He not only completely suppressed himself, but even carelessly, not seriously at all!

Coming to this conclusion, Xiao Qinghe only felt that he was about to die.

He gritted his teeth to block a sword, and a sweet shot in his throat.

The situation on the stage was naturally seen by others for a long time, not only were the other three Immortal Venerables except for Yu Chu very surprised, but the disciples were even more stunned.

The comprehensive suppression of cultivation and skills!

How is this possible!

"I'm not mistaken......"

"Senior Brother Xiao has no power to fight back!"

The Immortal Sect disciples muttered in disbelief, and their shocked gazes fell on the young man in the field.

The hilt of the sword stopped at Xiao Qinghe's heart, and the young man's eyebrows were indifferent, and he glanced at him coldly.

Xiao Qinghe suddenly understood.

During the competition, this kid never touched his body at all, and every time he hit him with the hilt of his sword - obviously obvious disgust!

Moreover, deliberately hanging and beating unhurriedly, I am afraid that I want someone to see clearly......

Xiao Qinghe gritted his teeth, and became more and more sure in his heart, this kid's thoughts about Master Feng......

The young man had already collected the spirit sword and was about to retreat, but Xiao Qinghe suddenly laughed in a low voice: "I was wrong back then, Shizun really didn't have the heart of the furnace for you." ”

Xuan Ling's slender fingers paused.

"But you respect the master...... There may not be no thoughts of transcendence now, right? Xiao Qinghe licked his lips.

Xuan Ling was silent and stared at him quietly.

Xiao Qinghe smiled again and said in a low voice: "You are the same as me......"

The young man frowned slightly, his expression was quiet from the beginning, and finally revealed a little displeasure, and said lightly: "I am different from you." ”

"What's the difference?" Xiao Qinghe couldn't get used to this kid's young age, but he didn't show his face. He raised his eyebrows maliciously, "Isn't it true that I read Shizun every day and think about things I shouldn't think about every night...... If the master is willing to double cultivate with me......"

Before he finished his words, the young man opposite raised his eyes in an instant, and the snow lotus in his eyebrows flashed slightly.

The eyes were too cold, and they seemed to be burning with monstrous anger, the spirit sword appeared between the slender fingers, and Xiao Qinghe clearly felt a kind of coercion from the other party.

It's not the coercion of immortal power cultivation......

The thought only flashed through him, and he cried out in horror: "You can't kill me!" I throw in the towel! ”

The hilt of the sword was intercepted by the immortal power not far from his heart, and a white-bearded immortal on the high platform stood up and frowned, "He has admitted defeat." ”

This was said to Xuan Ling.

The spirit sword was stagnant in mid-air, blocked by the immortal power and unable to move forward, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, put away the sword and left.

In the shocked and admiring eyes of the disciples, he returned to the high platform, only to purse his lips to reveal soft eyes, and the slender fingers that had just held the sword obediently picked up the teapot and refilled the hot tea for the master.