The sword meeting was held on an open lawn, and it had rained lightly this morning, but now it had cleared and the sun was warm and pleasant.

Surrounded by flowers, crystal clear raindrops on the leaves, butterflies fluttering, and bursts of floral fragrance mingled with the fresh air and rich aura, making attendees feel invigorated.

On the left side of the sword society sat male cultivators and on the right side sat female cultivators, both of which were clearly divided into five areas.

The first district is Junlan Guo disciples, and the second to fifth districts are purple card, yellow card, blue card and green card disciples, and the first district actually accounts for 30% of the total number of people, which is the most lively.

Among the male cultivators of Junlan Kingdom, a young man in white and a young man in black were the most outstanding, both armed with long swords, and each was surrounded by a group of people.

In Junlan Nun Cultivator, sitting at the front is naturally the bright pearl of the Sword Club, Senior Sister Xu Jieying.

Today, she is wearing a blue dress, her hair is flying, her bright face is shy and shy of flowers, and her slender neck is even more delicate against the background of the blue skirt.

She is tall and well-proportioned, both feminine and youthful, and she sits there with an indescribable grace.

Almost all the male cultivators would glance at her every once in a while, consciously or unconsciously, but this woman was calm and confident, and seemed to have long been used to it.

She is completely unaffected by such sneak peeks, and even sometimes shows a slight smile, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Among the crowd of blue-card female disciples, there is another female cultivator who is also very eye-catching, this woman is named Pan Chunxiu.

She is not from Junlan Country, she looks good, and her fair face has a few faint beige freckles.

Her long black braids hung down to her waist, and she wore a pair of black leather boots on her feet, which set off her slender figure, and the whole person looked handsome and refreshing.

She sat there with her body straight, very elegant, her chin was slightly upturned, faintly revealing a hint of pride, but she really had a dusty temperament, which made many Junlan male cultivators secretly admire.

Jin Ziming received a long sword for practice at the side of the venue, then squeezed into the crowd of green card disciples and found a seat to sit down.

Seeing Zeng Ze waving to him in the blue card area, Jin Ziming also smiled slightly and beckoned.

According to the rules of the Lanxiang Sword Society, a few sword patterns will be issued to the disciples every time, but there is no text explanation, and everyone can interpret these sword techniques according to their own perceptions.

Whenever the music is played, the male cultivators can invite the female disciples, and if the other party agrees, they both leave the stage and perform together.

Generally speaking, male cultivators are self-aware and will not invite female cultivators who are more upscale than themselves, so as not to be bored.

When the sword meeting begins, even if there are two pairs performing swordsmanship, although it is lackluster, everyone is a knowledgeable and elegant person, they will still clap politely.

Then the music sounded several times, and several pairs performed successively.

Jin Ziming is thick-skinned, and he is not afraid of rejection, thinking that he is here to smash the field anyway, this time he must not be as unsuccessful as last time, he must go out and walk around and brush up on his sense of existence.

So, when the next invitation song was played, he resolutely got up and went straight to Pan Chunxiu, who had long braids.

Following the example of other hypocrites, he pinned his left hand to his waist, bent down and stretched out his right hand, and said politely with an elegant smile on his face:

"Senior Sister Pan, I want to invite you to come down, I don't know if I can enjoy it?"

When Pan Chunxiu saw that it was the famous "fly", he suddenly felt embarrassed, his face flushed, and he whispered "sorry", so he didn't dare to look at him again.

Jin Ziming didn't seem to feel that he had hurt his face, showed a playful smile, immediately stood up straight, and walked back with his head held high.

There was a burst of boos in the group of male cultivators, and someone began to whisper insults:

"'Flies', don't come to desecrate our Senior Sister Pan!"

Jin Ziming didn't bird them, but turned his head and raised his chin, showing a provocative look, which made Zeng Ze, who was a friend, also feel deeply embarrassed and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

As if to slap his face better, a young man in yellow came out of Junlanguo's male cultivator.

He was tall, handsome, and graceful in front of Pan Chunxiu, making the same invitation pose as Jin Ziming, and said with a smile:

"Senior Sister Pan, please also appreciate your face and perform these sword moves with me, so that everyone can see the peerless demeanor of Senior Sister."

Pan Chunxiu hesitated slightly, but the female cultivator next to her smiled and nudged her on the back, so she stood up and smiled in agreement.

The two of them both ended up, and there was a beautiful sword trick performance, of course, mainly Pan Chunxiu's personal performance.

She is so good, not only is her swordsmanship light and beautiful, but during the whole exercise, her left hand is pinned behind her waist, and she only wields sword intent with one right arm.

Indescribable arrogance and nobility, long braids swaying behind the slender and toned waist, endless purity and refinement.

In the midst of everyone's unfinished business, the performance came to an abrupt end, and as Pan Chunxiu said goodbye, bowed, and saluted to express his gratitude, the audience burst into fierce applause.

Everyone was amazed, and many male disciples had little stars in their eyes, while some female disciples showed jealousy.

Although Jin Ziming felt that the swordsmanship of the two was so-so, from the perspective of performance, it was indeed pleasing to the eye, so he also applauded.

In his heart, he was still resentful of the rejection just now.

I think when I was in the Longxiang Gang, no matter what the little lady came from, as long as she entered the fort, she would either be grabbed by those rude men, carried on her shoulders and taken back to the room;

Either the two heroes don't give in to each other, a fierce battle, and the winner takes away the beauty.

Like now, you have to bend down and beg for permission.

Under the stimulation of that trace of annoyance, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his mind, and a bold and crazy thought came out irrepressibly, and became stronger and stronger:

"Today, I simply played big, and in one fell swoop, I became the object of envy of thousands of people, and I was directly put on the elimination list."

The sword meeting reached this point, gradually reaching a climax, and everyone was speculating whether it was the white-clothed or black-clothed boy from Junlan Kingdom who could invite Xu Jieying, a flower to perform swordsmanship.

Who knew that at this critical moment, a shocking scene that made people stunned appeared.

"Fly" stood up again, walked straight to the beautiful and incomprehensible Senior Sister Xu, bowed again, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to initiate an invitation.

Everyone showed a look of watching the show, waiting for this "fly" to set a record for the outer door, and a sword would be slapped in the face twice.

Xu Jieying was about to refuse, but who knew that the big hand stretched out reached out like lightning and grabbed Senior Sister Xu's soft waist.

Xu Jieying had never been hugged by a young man in public, and she couldn't help but be frightened.

And she was surrounded by the other party's powerful arms, and she was sore and weak by a strong man's smell, and she lost her ability to resist.

At this juncture, the salty pig hand that grabbed her slender waist actually attacked shamelessly again.

A soft internal force bounced her out of her seat, and to outsiders, it looked like she had accepted the invitation and got up on her own.

When the thief's right hand was withdrawn, he inadvertently touched her scabbard, and the sword was stimulated by internal qi and flew out, and the hilt fell right into her open right hand.

Xu Jieying's brain was completely blank, and she was carried by the energy emitted by Jin Ziming's long sword, and her body also moved, and she actually began to cooperate in "performing".

The men's sword moves are powerful, and the women's movements are soft and lingering, and the endless talents and women complement each other.

In the second half, Xu Jieying's hands and feet recovered some strength, and she began to dance the sword subconsciously, completing this "swan song for the ages" together.

To be honest, this sword move performance was still very beautiful and exciting, but after it was over, the audience was silent and quiet.

Many male disciples opened their mouths wide, as if waiting to be fed a pill.

Xu Jieying also fell into chaos, completely unaware of how she walked back to her seat, and had only one thought in her heart:

"How dare he, how dare he?"

Jin Ziming bowed to Senior Sister Xu to express his gratitude, then turned around in a dashing manner, and popped the long sword behind his back with his right hand.

With a "snort", he accurately threw it into the wooden cylinder containing the sword in the distance, and the indescribable freedom and coquettishness did not stop and left the sword club with his hands behind his back.

The audience was suddenly boiling, some exchanged heads, some cursed loudly, and more people unconsciously looked at the white and black boys.

In order to pursue Xu Jieying, these two have been fighting openly and secretly for a long time, and they have long regarded her as their own ban.

Now that her beauty is actually desecrated in public, the anger in her chest must be like a surging river, endless.

Especially the white-clothed boy Wang Pengxu, his face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth and muttered:

"Thief, if I don't break your body into ten thousand pieces, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart."

The fragrant blood of this sword meeting was quickly spread all over the outer gates.

After hearing this, many elders also scolded this unvirtuous man, humiliating the first beauty of Junlan Country in public like this, and not expelling him was really not enough to calm the anger of the elders and disciples.

Soon there was rumor that several elders would jointly request that this person be eliminated at the annual evaluation next month.

has a flexible brain, and begins to think about how to provoke Jin Ziming, so as to win the opportunity to get hands and flow in the outer door.

Helplessly, since he learned that he had been on the elimination list, he didn't bother to waste time performing in front of people again, and returned to the state of solitary penance.

Half a month later, only a few days before the annual assessment, Jin Ziming was meditating in his room when suddenly a paper ball popped in from the open window.

When I picked it up, there were five crooked words written on it:

"Zeng Ze has an accident."

Jin Ziming was suddenly startled, understanding that this was a message from Lao Huang, and a bad thought inexplicably rose in his heart:

"Did you implicate Zeng Ze?"

He hurriedly got up and went out and rushed to Zeng Ze's residence, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of medicine.

Immediately saw Zeng Ze lying on the bed alone, Jin Ziming hurriedly ran forward, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked eagerly:

"Ozawa, what's wrong with you?"

"Alas, Brother Jin, you're here, I'm ...... I can't continue to cultivate. Zeng Ze said with tears in his eyes and despair.

"Ah, what the hell is going on?"

"Three days ago, I received an urgent mission, together with Wang Pengxu and Zhang De, two senior brothers, to go to Fengwu Town, fifty miles north of the city, to kill a flower thief who committed dozens of murders.

The news from the door is that this person is cultivating in the middle stage of Qi refining, and the three of us will definitely be sure.

Who knew that the information was not accurate, but this was actually the Great Perfection Realm of the Qi Refining Period.

He broke out, shook off the two senior brothers, and slapped me on the lower abdomen, shattering my dantian, and then took advantage of the chaos to escape.

After I was sent back, Elder Tang, who had a good relationship with my family, had already come to see me, saying that the path had been cut off, and that there was no way to recover it unless there was a combined power that could rescue me within seven days.

But our Longqing Sect's highest cultivation is also Yuanying, where is the power to save me? ”