Dong Yiyi stood on the edge of the competition platform, her eyes drooping, her opponent was knocked down from the competition platform by her a second ago, and now she is landing in the open space of the main peak hall.

The white-clothed female cultivator reacted calmly, just holding her black sword horizontally with both hands left and right, and a pair of eyes reflected on the sword.

She's reminding herself, and she's seeing herself.

"People should not be careless, for fear of accidents......"

"Who would have thought that I would be trampled on by the body cultivator at the sect competition."

Dong Yiyi sighed, the white sock on her left foot touched the ground, and the single shoe on her right foot was slightly flat, she looked at the entire competition platform again, and she couldn't find the shoe as far as she could see.

She reluctantly walked to the edge of the arena and looked down, unable to remember where she had thrown her shoes during the fight.

Dong Yiyi simply pinched the sword, took off his other shoe to stabilize it, carried it in his hand, stepped on a pair of white socks, and flew towards the direction of the main peak hall.

The wind is also Xiao Xiao, at this time, the competition platform is full of fellow disciples are fighting the Fa, she slowed down slightly, and with a glance, she can analyze what the exercises and body methods used by this person are, and which elder she is learning from.

She has all the public inheritance of Shifangmen in mind, and the advantages and disadvantages and the suitable environment used are also treasured.

She knew in her heart that she was smart, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to find the formation called the Master of Ten Thousand Laws in her spare time to kill time.

I like formations.

Thinking of this, she squatted down, gently stroked the sword under her feet with her hand without shoes, and said softly: "I have only one way, and you are my only choice."

The sword is a medium-grade magic weapon, and it does not give birth to a sword spirit, nor does it open a spiritual intelligence, which is more like a ritual for sword cultivators to their sword wives.

Slowing down and walking for a long time, Dong Yiyi saw a familiar figure in the air outside a martial arts platform, this person was watching the battle.

The gray linen cloth is Liu Yunqing.

"Huh? Why is Big Brother here? The opponent who swept him just now was a disciple of Spirit Beast Peak, with his strength, he should have finished the competition early, who is watching the battle here? ”

Dong Yiyi stepped forward and stopped beside Liu Yunqing.

Liu Yunqing seemed to feel something, looked sideways at the visitor, and was slightly surprised: "Senior Sister Dong? Are you done with it? I remember that your opponent is Xiao Xiao, the eldest disciple of Tifeng, that guy is a man of steel and iron, and his temperament is very difficult. ”

Dong Yiyi looked at him and politely explained: "After the comparison, Xiao Xiao is indeed difficult to entangle."

Liu Yunqing listened to the light-hearted tone of the white-clothed female cultivator, and naturally knew that it was Senior Sister Dong of his Sword Peak who won, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, and smiled with sincere relief:

"Senior Sister Dong is worthy of being the leader of our Sword Peak, and winning the big disciple of the Body Peak in the first round really solved a strong opponent for us."

After saying that, his gaze subconsciously fell on the female cultivator's hand, and he saw that in one hand was the familiar and brilliant black sword, and in the other hand he was carrying a ...... A black-soled white shoe.

"Uh...... Senior Sister Dong, the shoes in your hand ......" Liu Yunqing stopped talking, his eyes moved to Dong Yiyi's feet, and sure enough, a pair of white socks stepped on the sword.

She didn't wear shoes?! Where's her shoes?

"What's going on???" For the first time, Liu Yunqing saw a sword cultivator who could knock out one shoe in a fight, mainly because he had never met an opponent who could attack shoes.

Dong Yiyi was not embarrassed, he pulled the corners of his mouth quite easily, and explained: "It's Xiao Xiao, he should have learned something from the little elder of Tifeng, on the stage of this martial arts competition, he has been fighting with me with the body technique of capturing the plate, and even ...... And stomp on my feet. ”

"To be precise, first step on your feet, and then use the body cultivation method to move like a mountain, and then borrow Mount Tai to cover. With this set of body techniques, it was almost difficult for me to use the complete sword technique in the melee combat with him, and their little elder was really powerful. ”

Liu Yunqing's eyes lit up when he heard this never-before-seen body method.

Willow, belligerent, sword drawer, Yunqing.

Dong Yiyi felt the sudden excitement of this person on the side, and couldn't help but reluctantly move his gaze away, and finally landed on the competition platform where Liu Yunqing was watching the battle.

There are several figures on this competition platform, which are two people and three beasts.

Wearing a short coat revealing white skin and slender limbs, it was a well-known disciple of Spirit Beast Peak, the third dog Xue Yunxi.

This slender man looks like a malnourished young man, but he is capable of training three wind dogs. The serious name of the wind dog is Shanhui, which is rumored to be the descendant of the ancient god dog, whose shape is like a dog and a human face, good at throwing, and laughing when he sees people.

Now this martial arts arena is full of weird laughter, one falling and three screaming are annoying.

The other is a child of everyone who is dressed in brocade clothes and jade robes and behaves in a dignified and elegant manner, Zhang Yunsheng.

Zhang Yunsheng was holding a gray brush in her hand at this time, and if she carefully identified the lines on the barrel, she could recognize that it was a shrunken iron whisk dust that she usually hung in the crook of her arm.

Dong Yiyi didn't look sideways, and watched the competition between the two seriously, analyzing the function of the yellow talisman thrown by Zhang Yunsheng from time to time, and guessing which of the five elements the lines painted on the yellow talisman on her palm belonged to.

The white-clothed female cultivator suddenly spoke at a moment, and asked lightly, "Senior Brother Liu...... I remember that the first round of the last big competition seemed to be a whole level stronger than the opponent, and after the competition was over, you went back to Jianfeng to cultivate and prepare for the second round of the sect competition, why did you stay to watch Senior Sister Zhang's fighting process this time? ”

Dong Yiyi had been puzzled for a long time, she always felt that there were some subtle changes between them, Senior Brother Liu, of Jianfeng, and Senior Sister Fu Fengzhang, his rumored rival.

She couldn't explain this change, but she knew that it was definitely not the atmosphere that ordinary disciples should have between the same sect or their opponents.

It's like two pieces of duckweed in a pool of clear water, hooked and entangled......

There is also the previous exchange of divine consciousness between the two, how could the two of them exchange divine consciousness? Divine consciousness requires a high degree of physical fitness, how can the two of them exchange divine consciousness? Even if it's an accident, it shouldn't be ......

Dong, emotionally stunned, leaning on clothes.

Liu Yunqing listened to Dong Yiyi's question, he was stunned, and his breathing inadvertently became a little faster, except for himself, no one noticed.

His mind passed quickly, he didn't lie, and replied from his heart: "Hmm." It's because of the trip to the capital. In the process of fighting with Demon Cultivator, I accidentally discovered that Zhang Yunsheng had been hiding her strength in fighting with me on weekdays, and it was estimated that she only used four layers of cultivation. ”

At the mention of this, this cold sword cultivator frowned, took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath, shook his head slightly:

"If I don't observe some of her talisman techniques in advance, I will always feel that I am not sure to match her, the winning rate of the fight was five or five points in the past, and if she shows her real strength this time, I am afraid that the two of us will be four or six points."

The gray-robed sword cultivator added: "It's me four, she's six."