"Boom, hahahaha......"

Everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He Yuanyuan stood there like no one else, showed a sincere smile to everyone, and said, "Which senior brother and junior brother, come up and give advice?"

A lot of people are gearing up!

"I'm coming!"

I only heard a crisp female voice, and then I saw the figure of a woman behind me rising from the ground, twisting her waist in the air and making a beautiful air turn, and then drifting towards the martial arts arena.

He Jingyun glanced at it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it was her again, He Qianyao!

Even the disciples of the Tattoo Disciple Realm had extremely limited vitality in their bodies, and it was impossible for them to stay in the air for a long time. Therefore, He Qianyao couldn't leap into the martial arts arena from the seat below, her body fell in mid-air, and then her toes hit the ground, flew up again, and jumped to the martial arts arena twice.

This is a great thing for a monk in the Tattoo Realm.

He Qianyao's wonderful performance won the following bursts of applause.

Even He Jingtian, who was sitting in the eighth place in the elder's seat, nodded slightly.

He Qianyao was very happy, and secretly glanced at He Jingtian, her face slightly red.

"Ahem!"

Ninth Elder He Tianqi was unhappy, pretended to cough and shivered, and then said: "I'll say it one last time, no Yuan Qi is allowed to be used in the sword test meeting, who dares to jump up again, don't blame the old man for not being emotional!"

"Disciple understood!"

He Qianyao arched his hand towards the Nine Elders, and then, facing He Yuanyuan, who had been standing on the stage for a long time, quickly drew his sword and said, "Yuanyuan, Senior Sister is here to meet you!"

He Yuanyuan's face was bitter like a bitter melon, and he muttered, "Your old man is an existence of more than seventy people on the disciple tablet, and I want to admit defeat." ”

He Yuanyuan was also a cunning guy, and he quickly took out his sword as he spoke, straight in the middle of the sword, and stabbed straight at He Qianyao.

His cultivation is low and his combat effectiveness is weak, but it doesn't mean that his swordsmanship will be worse than He Qianyao, who is ranked more than seventy, so when He Yuanyuan took out his sword, he was full of hope of winning.

In his impression, swordsmanship is what he is best at, and when he is against Shaohe Qianyao, at least he will not lose too ugly.

However, all this is his helpless YY deep down.

Only when he really competes with others does he know how weak he is, so weak that he can't catch a move.

After three breaths, He Qianyao's sword skillfully bypassed him and hit him head-on, and then snaked back from the side, and the tip of the sword stayed at his neck.

"Huh!"

He Yuanyuan felt panicked in his heart, and was driven down by others with one move.

"You've lost, junior brother!"

The person who wins always seems to be very generous, and always feels that he is a generous person.

At this moment, He Qianyao looked at He Yuanyuan with a kind face, the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, revealing two rows of white teeth, and continued: "Senior brother, I have conceded." ”

With that, he drew his sword and put it back in the scabbard at his waist.

"Wow, Senior Sister's swordsmanship is so powerful, she beat He Yuanyuan away with just one move. ”

"Yuanyuan is a parallel import, he can't do it, don't look at the same two hundred and fifty or eighty thousand that he pretends to be all day long, in fact, it all depends on a deception pattern, combat ability, scum!"

"What, scum, can you be his opponent?"

"No, brother, I only talk about others, just on the matter, don't talk about me. Okay, I'll admit I can't beat Senior Brother Yuanyuan!"

"!"

......

Listening to the discussions and praises of the people below, He Qianyao's heart was full of joy, straightened her waist slightly, straightened her chest, and peeked at He Jingtian, feeling beautiful in her heart.

Others don't know, but she has specifically asked her sweetheart for swordsmanship.

"Senior sister is so powerful, I thought I could survive five moves in your hands!"

He Yuanyuan is also single, if he loses, he loses, and it is not a shame, after all, he is the last in the ranking.

He Qianyao said with a smile: "This is all the credit of the earth-shattering brother, it is me who he usually instructs!"

She thought that by giving all the credit to the man she liked, she would be able to gain his favor and pity, but the opposite happened.

To be honest, He Jingtian does not dislike He Qianyao, and having such a supporter and admirer shows his status in the He family.

However, he was very disgusted with He Qianyao's behavior.

When he heard He Qianyao say this, his heart was full of nausea.

What he fears most is not the love of others, but the fear that others will mistakenly think that he has become interested in a lowly person.

He Yuanyuan is down.

He Qianyao stood on the field with a sword, and the spring breeze was proud!

The autumn breeze in the mountains is slightly cold, the sun is not high, the morning fog has not dissipated, and the scenery with full shadows makes her quite beautiful.

"Senior sister, I'll take the lesson!"

A rough-looking man suddenly came out of the back row, ran to the martial arts arena, and smiled at He Qianyao, with a smile in his eyes and lustful intentions!

He Qianyao had a disgusted expression on his face.

The guy on the other side pursued her countless times, she knew it in her heart, but she couldn't look down on him.

"You're not my opponent, it's better to admit defeat!" He Qianyao snorted coldly.

Although Dahan looks relatively old, he is actually only about twenty years old, but his face has thick hair, and it is very difficult to guess his age.

"Roar, if the world asks me to surrender, I will naturally raise my hands and feet to admit defeat, how about it, I don't know if you will give this face, senior sister?"

He Qianyao was so angry that she almost broke out, this thing is really good at big snakes.

"No, you're going to get out of here!"

With a wave of the long sword, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, like ten thousand horses galloping, and it struck straight down.

A delicate woman, the strength of the sword is comparable to that of a man.

He Qianyao's sword suddenly stabbed out, centering on the tip of the sword, forming a powerful aura curtain.

That's because of the extremely fast state in which the air is provoked.

"Iron rope across the river!"

Seeing He Qianyao's menacing coming, the man didn't dare to greet him, he put the heavy sword in his hand in front of him, took half a step back into a horse step, and tilted his center of gravity forward, focusing the strength of his whole body on the heavy sword.

"Jingle bell!"

With a crisp sound, the tip of He Qianyao's sword hit the man's sword body straight up.

When the force came, the man involuntarily pushed three steps in a row, and before he could make a counterattack, he saw a sudden flower in front of him, and his eyes were full of dazzling sunlight, which was very uncomfortable.

It turned out to be He Qianyao's sword tip, I don't know when it has reached his eyebrows!

Two moves, one more defeat!

"That's amazing!"

"This girl's swordsmanship, tsk, is worthy of being pointed out by He Jingtian. ”

"That's ......"

He Yuanyuan, who had just been defeated by He Qianyao, sat next to He Jingyun, shook his head and said dissatisfiedly: "It's really unlucky, I was kicked down by this girl when I went up." ”

He Qianyao seemed to hear He Yuanyuan's words below, and really raised his foot and kicked it, but instead of kicking He Yuanyuan, he kicked the man on the stage off the stage.

"It's too much,!" He Yuanyuan scolded in a low voice.

He Jingyun smiled silently.

He Qianyao on the stage, as arrogant as ever, looked at the people below, as if he was already invincible, and turned on the mockery mode group taunt: "Senior brothers, can't you come up with a decent one?"

The proud eyes were proud of the audience, and finally stopped at He Jingyun's position.

"Bah!" He Yuanyuan punched the back of the chair in front of him and said, "It's too much, it's too much! I want to go on stage and kick her down now." ”

"Hehe, senior brothers, although I have been learning swordsmanship from Brother Shocking for a few days, it is less than one-tenth of his, but you don't have to let the little sister like this, if no one comes up, the little sister will apply for a temporary rest!"

Temporary breaks are permitted.

After all, monks are also flesh, not iron, and it is impossible to fight repeatedly.

In the audience, there was no movement for a while.

Some of them didn't want to fight against her for the sake of He Qiantian's face, for fear of offending the eldest son, and some of them were bottomless after seeing He Qianyao's tricks, and they were afraid of being embarrassed.

He Qianyao was even happier, and after looking at it for a long time, she couldn't find an opponent, and finally set her eyes on He Jingyun's body, and said: "Young family master, you are the young family master of the He family, you can't shrink your head...... Hehe. ”

"Won't you come up and give me a lesson?"

After the last time He Qiong was killed on the spot by He Jingyun, He Qianyao was somewhat afraid of He Jingyun, but today is different, today is a comparison of swordsmanship rather than strength, and he is not allowed to use vitality, so He Qianyao himself is completely sure that he can win against He Jingyun in this regard.

What's more, these **** pestered He Jingtian to teach swordsmanship all day long, and learned a little practical stuff more or less.

So, this is the only chance she can humiliate this nasty guy in front of her.

On and off the stage, many pairs of eyes looked at He Jingyun in unison.

He Jingyun's face was light, he just smiled, he didn't even move his body, and said calmly: "Don't want it, I'm afraid that after I play, you will lose ugly." ”

"Hehe, really? I used to think you were a shrunken turtle, but now I know that you are still a shrunken turtle who loves to talk big!"

He Qianyao's face was bright and bright, and she looked at He Jingyun with a smile, she was very confident!

He Jingyun still shook his head, stretched his head slightly towards He Yuanyuan, and said, "Senior Brother Yuanyuan, do you want to go on stage and drive that woman down?"

He Yuanyuan listened to his words, his expression was stunned, and he didn't understand for a while.

The other people were also stunned, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in He Jingyun's gourd.

Even He Qianyao on the stage was stunned, but after she passed it, she laughed.

With this big goods, you also want to beat yourself?

He Jingyun stared at He Yuanyuan and repeated what he had just said: "Do you want to go on stage and drive that woman down?"

"But her swordsmanship is so exquisite, I can't beat her!"

He Yuanyuan smiled bitterly, he lost someone once, he can't lose it a second time!

He Jingyun waved his hand and said, "Come here with your ears!"