Fang Zhuchen's pupils shrank sharply with the sudden attack of the Xuantie Great Sword.

The sword that the kid threw at him didn't feel like anything from every attack she'd ever had given him before.

This sword was extremely wrong, it actually made his cold hair tremble instantly, and for some reason his body stiffened, and he felt a sense of fear.

He even subconsciously felt that this blow, even if he used all his strength to hit it, might be injured by it.

Fang Zhuchen subconsciously tensed up, and the aura of his whole body was mobilized, ready to meet this blow with all his might.

A muffled sound sounded on the self-competition platform.

The attack of the Xuantie Great Sword did not fall on Fang Zhuchen.

At the critical moment, Qingyun flashed onto the field, holding the sword body of the Xuantie Great Sword with one hand, and intercepted the blow.

Qingyun lowered his eyes, his gaze fell coldly on the Xuantie Greatsword, the momentum around him was full of oppression, and the Xuantie Greatsword was frightened, not only was there no murderous aura, but even the sword body was buzzing.

Qingyun's face was expressionless, "Don't make trouble." ”

The hum faded, and the Darkiron Great Sword calmed down.

Qingyun let go of his hand, and let the Xuantie Great Sword 'clang' and fall to the ground, shaking up a layer of dust.

Then, Qingyun looked at Ling Miao, "Come here, put away the sword." ”

"Hello."

Ling Miao on the side was also in a state of cold sweat at this time.

As soon as Qingyun said this, she hurriedly stepped forward, bent down to pick up her Biaozi sword, and put it back in the mustard seed ring.

The voice of the Xuantie Great Sword appeared in Ling Miao's mind, and he was extremely emotional.

'Woo woo woo, he murdered me again, and he used a lot of strength to pinch me! I'm going to shatter! My heart, and my sword! It's going to be broken! Woooooooooooooooo ’

Ling Miao was speechless: "It's not that you can't control yourself, I've been beaten away, what are you doing to attack others?" ’

The Darkiron Greatsword wailed, 'It's all your fault! Who made you get knocked away so easily! I hate! ’

Ling Miao: '......'

When Ling Miao raised her head again, she was caught off guard and met Qingyun's eyes, because the other party was looking at her with a smile at this time.

“？”

The child only had time to be confused for a second, and then her head was blown away by Qingyun's blow.

Qingyun raised his eyebrows and looked at Ling Miao with a 'look at stupid' expression.

"You little ghost! People have already picked you off, you have lost, what are you doing throwing a sword to attack others? ”

Ling Miao covered her beaten head and looked at Qingyun with a confused expression.

“？？？”

No, the final blow of the Xuantie Greatsword was not thrown by her at all!

Obviously, it was the Biao Zijian who flew out by himself!

Others can't see it, can't you see the second master?

Under Ling Miao's incredulous gaze, Qingyun smiled, and looked at the child's head again.

"Where are you trying to do this! Don't talk about martial arts at all! Don't hurry up and apologize to others! ”

Ling Miao: "......"

This is saying that everything is going to put this pot on her head, right?

Okay, good, this pot, she carried it!

The child was picked up by Qingyun, thrown in front of Fang Zhuchen, stood still, and then bowed honestly to others.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Fang, Fang is on top of me, I really shouldn't throw that sword! Please don't mind. ”

Talk about civilization and establish a new style.

The master threw the black pot, and the child got into the oil pot.

“……”

Fang Zhuchen stared at Ling Miao for a long time, and then, he shook his head, and his tone returned to normal.

"It doesn't matter, you haven't completely flown out of the competition platform at that time, and the sword you threw out is not a violation."

And.

A cold sweat oozed from Fang Zhuchen's back.

If that sword had not been intercepted by Qingyun, then the outcome of this competition would still be unknown.

Fang Zhuchen's gaze stayed on the child, and it didn't disperse for a long time, slandering in his heart.

Fang Cai's sword, what the hell is going on.

On a high platform.

Everyone was shocked by the momentum of Ling Miao's last sword.

After a short silence, Jiang Shang frowned and glanced at Cangwu.

He clearly felt that when the child threw out the sword, Cangwu was about to get up and stop, but Qingyun moved first, and Cangwu leaned back in the chair.

Jiang Shang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his lips was inquiring.

"Congratulations to the Sect Master of Yuehua Sect for accepting a disciple with such a strong combat power."

Cang Wu chuckled, glanced at Situ Zhan and Ling Feng, who had very bad faces on the side, and said noncommittally, "The alliance leader praised it falsely. ’

Although Fang Zhuchen won this competition.

However, Ling Miao in the early stage of foundation building, in the face of Fang Zhuchen in the middle of the Yuan Infant, has persevered for nearly half a moment, what this means, everyone here knows it.

Moreover, that child, the sword thrown out at the end, the majestic momentum, the strange power, they couldn't find out the reason at all, they only knew that it was very strong!

Situ Zhan's fingertips clenching the armrest couldn't help but clench, he kept persuading himself, it's okay, Ling Yu is also very good, her spiritual root talent is extremely high, and the upper limit is also extremely high, but for some reason, this reason is now with him, and the persuasiveness is not as strong as before.

If the spiritual root talent is high, will the combat effectiveness be strong?

Ling Feng's eyes on the side also flashed in a trance, it turned out that this daughter who he had neglected and looked down on in the past was so powerful?

He suddenly felt that if that child had such a strong fighting power, even if she was just a low-grade miscellaneous spirit root, it didn't seem to be anything, he would still be able to accept her.

What's more, according to the situation of the thunder tribulation a few days ago, that kid is probably not a low-grade miscellaneous spiritual root at all.

But why didn't I ever find out before?

The Second Elder of the Fire Sect was also immersed in shock.

But his emotions towards Ling Miao were not as complicated as those of Situ Zhan and Ling Feng, and he was only limited to regretting that such a talented person with strong combat power was driven out by them from the Fire Sect himself.

After the shock, the second elder glanced at Ling Feng, saw that he had not moved for a long time, thought for a while, and walked to Elder Zhao of the Yuehua Sect by himself.

Second Elder of the Lihuo Sect: "Elder Zhao." ”

Elder Zhao's gaze subconsciously turned to the Second Elder of the Lihuo Sect, and there was still residual excitement and pride in his eyes.

Second Elder of the Fire Sect: "Lose money." ”

The excitement and pride in Elder Zhao's eyes dissipated.

Cang Wu looked at the two of them, chuckled and said, "Leave the second elder of the Fire Sect and rest assured, our little apprentice smashed your sect's martial arts platform, naturally he will have to pay compensation, I will arrange for the deacon to contact your sect later." ”

After a pause, Cangwu added.

"Please rest assured, in the past few days, we will compensate for the losses caused by Ling Miao to your sect."

Second Elder of the Lihuo Sect: "? ”

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Zongmen Dabi Plate: The personal battle journey of the King of Destruction of the Contest has finally come to an end.