"What does A-Yuan think of him?" Lou Yi stood beside Lu Xueyuan, quietly looking at her side face, his mind was not completely in the ring.

Lu Xueyuan carefully discerned the tricks of the two people in the ring, and compared and analyzed: "Yan Chu's moves are vicious, but they don't kill people, and that person's spells are flexible, especially the talisman seal, which is used by him vividly, and he doesn't give the other party a chance to attack at all, it seems that he is worthy of being from a family of immortal cultivators."

The other disciples in the audience, because they had placed a lot of bets, were all anxious, and they couldn't stop shouting at the stage, "Fight! Hit him! Yan Chu, I've thrown all my belongings on you!"

"Please watch the game in a civilized manner, and don't be too noisy to disturb the disciples who are competing on the field!" The senior brothers of the Qingya Society stopped it loudly.

"No, he's trying to attack!" Lu Xueyuan was not disturbed by Fang Cai's noise, but watched the game intently.

Lou Yi looked for her gaze, and saw that the two people in the ring were fighting to the death, and the son of the immortal family on the right had the talismans in his hand one after another, forming a complete circle in the air, blocking the attack on the opposite side.

And Yan Chu, this disciple, although the attack power is terrifying, can only be helpless at this moment, but just now, he took advantage of the other party's unpreparedness to sacrifice a long sword, the blade of this sword is extremely sharp, flashing with a cold light, and directly attacked towards the opposite talisman seal.

"Good fellow! Xiao Family Swordsmanship!" Someone watched and said.

"Yes! Unexpectedly, when did he actually learn his mother's Xiao family's swordsmanship! That's amazing!"

"Look! I said, "It's right to press him!" ……

The disciples who were still sad just now, but their faces suddenly changed at this moment, and they became excited and happy one by one, in their eyes, they have superior talents, family heirlooms, and a set of theoretical spells in Qingya Mountain, this is the first one who can win the opponent and break through the foundation building period, he must be right!

Lu Xueyuan noticed these passionate people from the audience at this time, and suddenly wondered, "Obviously, the one opposite is the family of immortal cultivators, why is everyone betting on Yan Chu? Could it be that even betting on the game now is only respectful of Luo shirts and not respectful people?"

She really doesn't understand, although Yan Chu is talented, but the most dazzling thing is the richest man's family background, which is much more than his own ability, but he is a disciple of this immortal cultivation family, who is low-key on weekdays, and now he can't even call a name.

Lou Yi glanced at the two people on the stage lightly, and said in her ear: "Ah Yuan doesn't know, although this Senior Brother Li was born in a family of cultivating immortals, but his parents died early, and he was brought up by his own uncle, and the people in the family want to ignore him, just speaking of it, he has a surname!"

"Another poor man!" Lu Xueyuan heard Lou Yi's explanation, and couldn't help but say in his heart. Then she reacted and asked, "It's not been long since you came to Qingya Mountain, how do you know?"

Lou thought she had this question, she was stunned for a moment, and then laughed in a low voice, and said, "A-Yuan misunderstood, although I have not been here for a long time, but after all, I am still a prince, and I can still know some about the various winds and grasses in the Nine Desires and Fourteen States. So—" He said, then he was silent and sold a pass with Lu Xueyuan.

"So what?" Lu Xueyuan didn't know why, and looked up at him.

"So I have cultivated a pair of discerning eyes, and I want to say that all the disciples present today are not half as powerful as our A-Yuan!"

As he spoke, he leaned closer and looked at Lu Xueyuan with a pair of affectionate eyes.

Lu Xueyuan was so numb and crispy when he saw him like this, and suddenly his earlobes were red, and the ripples in his heart rippled in circles.

"What do you think of what I said?" Lou Yi didn't know when he learned it, so frivolous, he asked with a wicked smile deliberately.

"Boring." Lu Xueyuan didn't look at him, he directly blocked half of his face with his hand, and then competed in the stands.

In the next second, when Yan Chu was about to raise his sword to attack, he was attacked by the opposite person and found a flaw, and directly hit his right leg with a talisman seal, and turned over to the ground.

"Bell!" With a bang, the sound of the bell and gong is still there

The sound was lingering, and the teacher, who was in charge of judging the time, sounded the terminator.

"In this game, Li Weiqing won!" After the teacher finished speaking, the scene was suddenly in turmoil, and they all regretted why they bet on Yan Chu in the first place, otherwise they would not have lost so many spirit stones at once!

Immediately afterwards, the names of the two slowly appeared on the Wentian scroll, and after a while, they saw that they corresponded to their respective cultivation ranks.

"Li Weiqing, break through the foundation! Yan Chu, build the second phase of the foundation!" The teacher shouted.

After a burst of bitterness and falling, everyone cast resentful glances at Yan Chu who ended up, and some even fainted on the spot.

"Hey, a small gamble is pleasant, but a big gamble hurts your body!" Lu Xueyuan looked at the chaos at the scene, and this sentence popped out of his mouth.

Lou Yi smiled disapprerovingly, and then said to her, "Oh? Then Ah Yuan thinks, how big a block is a big gamble?"

"More than a hundred spirit stones! It's a big gamble!" Lu Xueyuan stretched out a finger and said without thinking.

At this moment, the next competition was ushered in.

This one is Wushuang's junior disciple and an unknown disciple.

That disciple is purely a passerby in Qingya Mountain, no fame, no one pays attention, and he shouldn't be a difficult opponent.

Seeing this, Lu Xueyuan smiled with relief.

Lou Yi just glanced at her, then guessed her thoughts, and said with a smile: "Ah Yuan is really a bodhisattva."

Lu Xueyuan turned a deaf ear and focused on the arena again.

The opponents in this game are not strong, and the people below are all cowardly, and they have no spirit, but only Lu Xueyuan, clenched his fists, and secretly cheered for Wushuang's junior brother.

I saw that the two people on the stage were not enough spiritual power spells, and they actually began to move, which provoked a group of people to laugh loudly, and all the serious disciples who came here relied on their own unique spells, and their talents were unlearned, and they came to Ming's fair competition against Ming, like this, it was the first time to see them with their bare hands, and those disciples smiled and said: "When will Qingya Mountain's cultivation be a competition, and it will also become a child's family?"

"Hahahahaha!" Immediately after, a group of people began to laugh.

Lu Xueyuan glanced at the group of people in the distance, and was indignant in his heart, but there was a game on the stage, so he didn't have much to say, so he could only pray in his heart that Wushuang could pass the game smoothly, so that he could teach them some lessons.

But at this moment, the scene in the ring began to be chaotic, I don't know if it was caused by the laughter of the group of people below just now, Wushuang and another disciple began to scuffle wildly, first the disciple lived in Wushuang's clothes, kicked him in the chest vigorously, and scolded in his mouth: "The children of the burner are also worthy of studying here!" Damn, I'm going to kill you today!"

Then the overwhelming fist smashed towards Wushuang's body, he was already weak, and he was easily restrained by the other party, and because his hair had not been reduced for a long time, covering his eyes, and his movements were a little sluggish, he even looked clumsy to fight back.

"No frost!" Lu Xueyuan exclaimed, and couldn't help but want to rush up to protect him, but was stopped by Lou Yi and shook his head at her.

"Pay attention to the rules of the competition!" The senior brother of the Qingya Society shouted, and sure enough, the movements in the disciple's hand really slowed down, and just when everyone thought that he had won and that this competition was about to end, the scene irreversibly developed rapidly towards the other side.

The scariest thing happened!

Lu Xueyuan's eyes widened in disbelief, her hands covered her mouth hard, she wanted to scream but couldn't scream, although she was a person who had died once, but this was the first time she saw a living person die straight in front of her, the scene was too violent and bloody, she suddenly felt a burst of overturning in her stomach, and she couldn't stop wanting to vomit.

I saw that Wushuang was holding a sharp blade in his hand out of nowhere, and at the moment when the disciple turned around, he directly aimed at his back and poked him more than a dozen times, as if he was venting, and he seemed to lose control in anger. Chinese Net

Immediately after, blood flowed, and the man's body was like a sieve, and the blood gushing out splashed the face of the disciples in the front row.

Then the screams, the screams, the exclamations and the fear all came, and the teachers and brothers in charge of the scene all rushed forward

Pressed Wushuang and sent the disciple who fell to the ground to go directly to Qingwu Pavilion to find someone for treatment.

Lu Xueyuan looked at Wushuang in the ring, and was tightened with a rope without resistance, only to hear the sound of the blade in his hand falling to the ground with a "clang", and then he could no longer see the little boy.

Later, a long time later, Lu Xueyuan thought that if he could stop it when the group of people laughed loudly below, and bravely fought back when the opponent above scolded him, and he could see Wushuang being bullied and isolated, and when a person was thirteen or fourteen years old, he could give him more love, maybe everything would be different.

But in life, there are no ifs.

When Lu Xueyuan stood on the stage, her eyes were still slightly bloodshot, it was an unbelievable shock and extremely self-reproachful resentment, and countless voices in her mind were now recalling, "If you care a little more and be a little warmer, then maybe the child won't be like this!"

"A-Yuan! A-Yuan!" Lou Yi shouted loudly to Lu Xueyuan from the audience.

But as if she couldn't hear, her hand holding the Lone God Sword couldn't stop shaking, and her eyes were full of indifference, as if she was in a hidden forest that only belonged to her.

"This is the slave of this king, you have nothing to do with it."

In Lu Xueyuan's eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of feet walking in, the person was dressed in a black dress, and before he got close, he smelled a ghostly wood fragrance, which was reassuring for no reason.

Suddenly, her trembling hands were held by a pair of large hands, and he leaned close in front of him, lifted her other arm from behind, close to her ear, exhaled softly, and said demagoguously:

"Look at the move!"