Ling Guyue and Zuo Bingjun came to the martial arts arena.

Jin Tao and Jin Lang were doing hygiene, and the weeds in the martial arts arena were cleaned by them, and even the small stools on the bystanders were not wiped with a trace of dust by them.

"Senior Brother Zuo, Senior Sister Ling, do you need to use the martial arts arena?"

Ling Guyue was not used to it for a moment, he has always been a little junior sister, and it was the first time he was called senior sister, and he felt quite good.

As a senior sister for the first time, should I give some greeting gifts?

Thinking about it, she took out the storage space and took out a few stacks of basic talismans she had drawn before, "Come on, come on, senior sister will give you a meeting gift, take it and play with it." ”

Jin Tao and Jin Lang swallowed their saliva, and even wiped their hands on their clothes, and then took it solemnly.

"Thank you, senior sister." They hurriedly thanked them.

I also heard that Ling Guyue and Zuo Bingjun were going to have a discussion, and the brothers were even more reluctant to leave, and bluntly said that they wanted to stay as audiences.

Ling Guyue was not embarrassed.

Far from being embarrassed, they were more than happy to let them stay.

"After you read it later, if you have any comments or suggestions, you must mention them to me."

Jin Tao and Jin Lang agreed, but in fact, what opinion could they have? They themselves are half-, and they just want to observe and learn.

The public arena was large enough to allow them to cast spells.

Zuo Bingjun took out a small wooden sword from the storage space, "Little junior sister, I can't bully you, I'll use this to compete with you." ”

"Okay, then the third senior brother, you use this first, and if you really can't resist it when you turn back, you can change your natal sword."

Zuo Bingjun only thought that Ling Guyue was joking, but he had already stabilized his cultivation in the Jindan period, and he had gained a little from going out to practice this time, maybe he would be able to reach the middle stage of Jindan in time.

Smiled silently, he still chose to use this small wooden sword.

In this regard, Ling Guyue knew that he would not change his sword, and when he suffered a lot, he would naturally change it.

"Third Senior Brother, I'm here, look at the move."

Ling Guyue moved flexibly and attacked Zuo Bingjun, Zuo Bingjun hadn't taken it seriously at this time, he just thought he was playing with his little junior sister, and he parried Ling Guyue's moves with ease.

Who knew that Ling Guyue's moves suddenly became very spicy, and her fists were windy.

This made Zuoshan-kun, who only used a small wooden sword, a little unbearable.

Little junior sister, is this really just a cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building? Why is the strength of this fist almost catching up with the second senior brother? God, how can this sect grow out of monsters?

Could it be that in front of the little junior sister, does she still have to change the natal sword?

Zuo Bingjun gritted his teeth and continued to use the small wooden sword to support, he couldn't change it, he couldn't change it, there were two junior brothers watching next to him, it would be a shame if he changed it now.

He is in the Jindan period, and the little junior sister is only in the middle stage of building the foundation.

Ling Guyue knew that he wanted to save face, and hurriedly persuaded: "Third Senior Brother, change the sword, I am going to make a big move later, it is a special move that my master has taught, if you don't change the sword, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." ”

Saying this, it gave Zuo Bingjun a step down.

The special moves taught by the Immortal Venerable, it would not be a shame to change it to the Mortal Sword.

Zuo Bingjun smiled gratefully at Ling Guyue, only feeling that this little junior sister was too intimate.

After he changed the natal sword, Ling Guyue also showed his real strength to fight him one-on-one.

Those fierce moves really made Zuo Bingjun a little overwhelmed, is this physical cultivation? Is it so much stronger than his sword cultivator?

After the fight, Zuo Bingjun fell into deep thought.

(End of chapter)