Waiting for the referee to give an order, regardless of how the female disciple pretended to be pitiful, the snow-white spirit sword in his hand stabbed out.

"Ding~"

The powerful qi directly shook the female disciple away!

In her exclamation, Xiao Yu slapped her thin waist with the blade of his sword.

"Poof!"

The female disciple was hit by this gravity and flipped several times in the air before she was about to land. After landing on the ground, the female disciple supported her body with a spirit sword with one hand, and stroked her waist with the other, a dull pain hit, her small mouth couldn't hold back anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and her eyes were a little sloppy.

This, this, this....

Looking at Xiao Yu with a smile on his face, the disciples in the audience couldn't help but shudder.

Then, I saw Xiao Yu raise his feet and come to the female disciple, and in the panicked eyes of the female disciple, he said: "Senior nephew, if you don't admit defeat again, I will treat you as if you can still fight, and you have to fight back!"

When the female disciple heard this, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up tremblingly, and bowed her head to Xiao Yu to admit defeat.

Then he walked out of the ring without looking back.

Quickly disappear into the crowd!

Although my generation of monks does not distinguish between men and women, but now it is a big competition in the sect, so I have to take care of one or two things, the other party is a female disciple.

In front of the hall stands

"Senior Sister Qing didn't teach him, what does it mean to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?" Although Yu Chuyang is only in the middle of the Yuan Infant Stage, the beginning of the love month is the latest to enter the Yuan Infant Period, so she has become everyone's junior sister.

Looking at his own disciples, who were beaten so badly, Yu Chuyang's face was a little ugly.

I also have a good impression of this little ghost in my heart, and I am so angry that I grit my teeth.

Hearing this, Qing Yue looked at Yu Chuyang and said, "Senior Sister Yu, others will not show extra mercy because we are a female cultivator, it is better for you to recognize the reality." ”

The master and apprentice have a virtue, Yu Chuyang couldn't help but roll his eyes, and he couldn't speak anymore. It means that she naturally understands that if she can cultivate to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, there is a lot of blood stuck to her hands.

But it also depends on the occasion. Why don't you go back to that little ghost and vent your anger for your own disciples?

Thinking of this, Yu Chuyang's bright face returned to a smile.

After the end of the competition, as soon as Xiao Yu got out of the ring, all the disciples couldn't help but give way to him, and the eyes looking at him were also strange.

When Song Ling'er was by Song Ling'er's side now, even Song Ling'er couldn't help but shudder, looking at Xiao Yu and stammering: "Master, senior brother, will it be, yes, nodding too much?"

Sighing lightly, Xiao Yu whispered, "I hate women in white." ”

When the words were closed, I saw Song Ling'er breathe a sigh of relief, and muttered: "Then Ling'er will never dare to wear white clothes again, otherwise..."

But seeing Xiao Fei on the side, he grinned, gave a thumbs up and praised Xiao Yu: "Fierce!"

He likes to go straight like this, whether she is a nun or not, in his Xiao Fei's eyes, there are only two kinds of people, brothers and enemies.

For these two people, Song Linger shook her head, and secretly said that she was helpless. Song Ling'er is a few months younger than both of them, but the girl is precocious, and she has long understood some things.

In addition, she has begun to have the temperament of a fairy, wearing an aqua blue dress, her small face is pink and cute, her hair is long and thin, and her skin has long since lost its roughness after several years of cultivation, and it is white and pink, delicate and smooth.

If he hadn't been walking with Xiao Yu often, the other male cultivators would have been ready to move.

Xiao Yu looked at the stele and calculated, he still had to go through three competitions before he could enter the top three.

So while chatting with the two, he waited to play.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set in the afternoon that he finally finished in the top three. The other two were Chen Wenhao at the peak of qi refining, Jinshui Twin Spirit Root, and disciples of Infinite Peak.

The other one was a little familiar, it was Liu Qingqing, who had been to the Infinite Hall with him, refining qi at the ninth level. And it is also a single spirit root of the fire system, a disciple of Flawless Peak.

This is a bit scary, he relied on the experience of his previous life, plus a lot of resources, to soar all the way to the eighth layer.

And this woman named Liu Qingqing is one level higher than him!

Xiao Yu finally paid some attention to these two people. One peak, three levels higher than him, and one cultivation speed faster than him.

Regarding the strength of the three of them, the disciples have different opinions, and some are optimistic about Chen Wenhao, who is the strongest. Some are optimistic about Liu Qingqing, who is twelve years old. Some people say that Uncle Xiao Yu is a ruthless person, and he never makes a second move if he can solve it with one move.

But some people retorted that although Xiao Yu was strong, he met two stronger ones. The gap in cultivation is not made up by strength.

Some people also sneered, what if the cultivation is high, it's not that Uncle Xiao hasn't fought before, and the ten layers of qi refining are all picked up, isn't it.

Regardless of the noisy square.

In front of the hall stands

Yu Chuyang looked at his closed disciple, that's right, Liu Qingqing is Yu Chuyang's closed disciple.

Although she didn't learn the flawless secret scriptures that she was good at, for the sake of her own disciple, she also searched for a long time before she found the phoenix fire magic technique that Liu Qingqing was now cultivating.

Watching the two people below come to the stage, Yu Chuyang squinted his eyes, glanced at Qingyue with a smile, and said, "Senior sister, tell me about these two little guys, who can win?"

"Xiao Yu!" he didn't reply.

Belch!

Can we continue talking?

"Why?"

"Intuition!"

"But my intuition is Liu Qingqing. ”

“......”

Then you still ask! The Endless Sect Master on the side heard the awkward conversation between the two, and his face was a little ugly.

There is another one below, a disciple of his Infinite Peak.

In the ring

Liu Qingqing is a little taller than Xiao Yu, dressed in a fiery red feather coat, with snow-like skin, eyebrows and apricot eyes, red lips slightly open, a pretty nose, and a fading immature melon seed face.

On one side, the fire system spiritual power is surging, and on the other hand, the cold wind is cold, and the two are far away.

"Senior brother, please!"

As soon as the words fell, a fiery red spirit sword, with brilliant fire feathers, flowed gracefully in mid-air. A little spark scattered, but it exploded next to Xiao Yu, like a flower blooming on the other side, with a dead silence.

Xiao Yu frantically urged the spiritual power in his body, and in the cold wind, the snowflakes suddenly came, with destruction, and fell on the top of Liu Qingqing's head.

From the outside, the entire ring formed a distinct scene, with a rolling heat wave and a cold wind.

The two are competing with spiritual power. At the moment, it seems to be evenly matched.

At the intersection of fire and ice, sparks and snowflakes dissolve each other, regenerate, and dissolve again.

It's not a way to go on like this, Xiao Yu looked at Liu Qingqing, who was complacent, and his mind turned sharply. If you continue like this, you will have to suffer sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yu suddenly changed his technique, and a snow-white spirit sword burst out, and then in mid-air, one into two, two into three.

The three spirit swords that also exude a cold aura are divided into three ways, and they go straight to Liu Qingqing's upper, middle and lower three ways.

Seeing this, Liu Qingqing hurriedly summoned the fiery red spirit sword that stopped in mid-air and attacked Xiao Yu with the same move.

Facing the fiery red spirit sword that shot at him, Xiao Yu raised his left hand, which was in the shape of a claw, and his spiritual power converged, and he grabbed it fiercely towards the fiery red sword body.