Ning An'an jumped on the path down the mountain into the city, and there seemed to be ten thousand demon beasts roaring in his heart.

She admired the powerful female sword cultivator since she was a child, and after entering the sect, she entered the inner gate to cultivate with her qualifications, and she was fortunate to enter the Shaking Light Peak to practice and do things, even if she was only a handyman in name, she also gained a lot, and she was very satisfied.

Recently, she heard that there was a powerful female sword cultivator outside, whose advance speed was faster than that of these disciples of these great sects, and her strength was even more unfathomable, so she yearned for it and was very eager to inquire about more rumors. Even if it's just a passing ear addiction, I feel that those legendary deeds sound comfortable.

What she didn't expect was that this former first sword of foundation building actually came to the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and when she was a guest at their Shaking Light Peak, she heard that the steward of the deacon hall said that she wanted to arrange a residence for this person, so she grinded hard and stalked hard, and finally rushed to the head among the miscellaneous disciples in the foundation building period.

I thought that I could listen to this first sword senior exchange swordsmanship experience, talk about life insights, maybe I can learn a thing or two from other people's experience, who would have thought that the first thing to be sent to the head was......

"Bet on four thousand medium-grade spirit stones, I don't know if the predecessors are used to being big, or a Jedi fight......" Ning An'an really couldn't cry or laugh, on the way down the mountain, the face that smiled brightly like a flower kept coming to her mind, and her crisp and refreshing tone when she asked herself to participate in the gambling game.

"A person who can say with such certainty 'Of course I bet on myself to win' must be worthy of respect!" Ning An'an has a strong ability to self-brainwash, and quickly accepted the completely different image of Fu Yi from what he expected. "With strength and self-confidence, sooner or later it will be the first sword of Jindan......! Who the hell is giving the senior a war post?"

When Ning An'an ran to the city to participate in the gambling with doubts, Fu Yi had already walked around the vicinity of the residence, appreciated the natural scenery of Shaguang Peak, and thought that it was still early to compete, so she simply entered the guest house built by Zilingzhu and started the formation pranayama meditation.

Fu Yi almost didn't think about the war post, and the red and bright post swelled with gilded small words sprinkled with a whole article, which was nothing more than some polite words on the face, and the most important thing was just time and place.

The first time she received a war post was in the middle of Jindan in her previous life, because one of her subordinates was dissatisfied with her former slave girl, but now she was on an equal footing with them. The first time she received the battle post, she was so excited that she couldn't enter the cultivation all night.

The Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range didn't build any protective teleportation formations, because she was overly excited, the fight was too intense, and before she could fight for half an hour, the subordinate was dying of most of his life, and finally died of serious injuries and fell with hatred.

Later, she left the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, and she also received some battle posts one after another, but there was no novelty at that time, and she only went all out after she responded, so she didn't have any expectations.

This time, Fu Yi had some expectations in her heart, but she was not looking forward to this competition, but looking forward to a large number of spirit stones that she could get at the end.

Entering the meditation in the sparkling spirit stone fantasy, even the cultivation felt much smoother, and when he was awakened by the disciples who came to guide him at dusk, the clothes had returned to his peak state.

"The junior Wei Ming was ordered to come and take the senior to the Sword Trial Square. The young man who was sent by Lu Lingfeng looked and behaved quite respectfully, but he didn't bother to hide the contempt in his eyes, and seeing that Fu Yi was just an embarrassed cultivator wearing a second-order defensive skirt, the contempt was even more obvious.

Wei Ming was wearing a gray disciple's uniform from the outer gate, his bone age was nearly sixty, and his cultivation was only in the middle stage of foundation building. When I saw it today, I couldn't help but feel guilty in my heart, it must be an embroidered pillow if it looks so good-looking.

Seeing his contemptuous eyes that he was more and more unwilling to hide, Fu Yi exuded a wisp of coercion and shocked a few breaths, and said lightly: "Don't lose the face of your sect. ”

She has never been willing to be bullied, if it is a monk with a high level of strength, it is just a matter of despising her, a foundation building junior is so arrogant, she is unwilling to endure this breath in vain.

Wei Ming was almost out of breath by the sudden black fish aura and the slightest sword qi, and if he hadn't reacted in time, he would have knelt directly on his knees with a weak knee.

Only then did he realize that the other party was a Jindan monk, even if he was a poor cultivator, he was inferior to himself in terms of identity, and his realm and strength were too much higher than his own. "It's the juniors who are rude, and I ask the seniors not to remember the villain. ”

"You say you're a villain, what else do I care?" glanced at him, the light and pressure were not enough, and he had to get over the addiction. Wei Ming didn't dare to open his mouth to refute, nor did he dare to show the slightest disdain, and led her to the sword test square in silence all the way.

There are many large squares in the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and only the Sword Trial Square allows fighting with the same door. The entire square is covered with a protective formation, and from the first layer of Qi refining to the Jindan Consummation, there will be no fatal injuries here.

The disciples in the sect have refined the natal sword, or the natal sword has improved, they will come here to try the sword. Competing with fellow students, or challenging visitors like today, is also held in the Sword Trial Square.

The square is located in a mountain col, surrounded by green mountains and white mist, and various halls scattered in the depths of the mountain forest can be faintly seen. When he stepped into the square, he saw Lu Lingfeng standing in a ring in the center, and there were nearly 2,000 people around the ring, all of whom came to see the first closed disciple to fight against foreign sword cultivators.

"Brush the seniors, please, the juniors won't send it. Wei Ming saw Lu Lingfeng and saw that the ground was full of familiar fellow doors, and his heart immediately became a lot more confident.

Although he didn't show any more contempt, his tone of voice became proud again, and before he could reply, the others had already galloped into the extreme distance, rushing headlong into a group of gray-clothed disciples.

Fuyi pursed her lips and walked to the ring with a snort, and when she walked through the crowd to the edge of the ring, there were no distractions left in her mind, and even the bet was put behind her for the time being.

"Fellow Daoist, please join the battle. Guanlu Ling Feng's expression was really not a serious treat, but he did not show the slightest contempt on his face, which made the disciples who worshiped him in the audience even more admired.

However, Fu Yi is not a fledgling little shoot, until he passed through the formation and entered the ring, Lu Lingfeng had no intention of introducing himself at all, which showed that he still had contempt in his heart.

Lu Lingfeng just wanted to show her face in the Sword Sect as soon as possible, so that he could let out his anger for Senior Sister Yu Yao, and also let the disciples in the sect see that the sword cultivation that was rumored to be mysterious outside could not be Er'er. Fu Yi figured out his thoughts, and knew that this battle had a better chance of winning.

"Friend of the Breeze, please. ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. ”

The moment the two majestic sword qi spread out with the momentum of rushing into the sky, the aura of the ring formation suddenly lit up, and the sword qi never rushed into the sky after all, but only overflowed the wisps of the ring, shaking the onlookers back to five miles away.