In the first session, it was a competition with other nuns.

The winner is the only one, stay and change for the other two.

Soon it was Chang Hotaru's turn, and there was no nervousness on her face, and she smiled politely at the face of the demon cultivator opposite.

The female cultivator on the opposite side stiffened her face and only nodded, it seemed that she was from Changgemen.

Although the monks at this stage of their life have not yet possessed the natal magic weapon. The monk used to use the sword, but if there were other weapons at hand, they could also use it.

At this time, both of them were using swords.

At the sound of an order, the two sides fought together.

The female cultivator on the opposite side was menacing, raising her sword and flying up, Chang Yingying also slightly restrained the smile on her face, not afraid to greet her.

When fighting back and forth, the arena is still relatively quiet. It's not like the male cultivator's side, it's very lively.

At this moment, all I could hear was the sound of the two swords colliding.

The opponent's sword blade was extremely fast, and the illusory afterimage seemed to carve white flowers on the field.

Hotaru spun around in it to dodge.

The sword in her hand reddened slightly, and her wrist flipped and danced, forming the same sword surface barrier, and defusing the attack in reverse. Immediately, the hilt of the sword was retracted, and the spiritual power of the two fingers of the left hand condensed, and the tip of the sword was lightly touched, and the edge of the sword tip was sharpened to the extreme.

Under the sun, a dazzling point of light burns.

The blade of the sword broke through the face, piercing the barrier built by the female cultivator of the Changge Sect with the reaction of the water system's spiritual power.

Seeing Chang Yingying's fiery red sword blade breaking through her face, the female cultivator of the Changge Sect shrank slightly.

She turned, and then met her sword with both hands, but the flames on the tip of Chang Ying's sword seemed to be alive, burning along the surface of her sword.

The firelight licked the hilt of the sword, her face changed, and she couldn't help but subconsciously let go.

Seeing this, Chang Yingying hurriedly raised her foot and kicked the opponent's sword that fell in the air away.

The sword that burned with flames was like a streamer, and it was inserted into the pillar railing next to the test bench. Splash a piece of debris.

Immediately, several of her sword shadows attacked towards the female cultivator of the Changge Sect.

Rushing towards the other party, the female cultivator of the Changge Sect raised her hand to block it, but she couldn't resist Chang Yingying, who was flying in the air and was under the tip of the sword.

Her hands supported the barrier, but gradually she was unable to do so, she gritted her teeth and suppressed the fishy sweetness that had surged up due to the suppression of her spiritual power, and finally pushed forward fiercely, and then staggered backwards.

There was a fine layer of sweat on Chang Hotaru's forehead, and her hair flew in the air, piercing the barrier.

Flew down to the stage, the sword against the opponent's throat.

The female cultivator of the Changge Sect was still strained at the moment, as if she was not admitting defeat, but she didn't struggle anymore, and only lowered her eyes to look at the small corner of her sleeve robe that had just been burned.

The judging monk who sat a little higher looked at Chang Yingying's gaze, and then glanced at the female cultivator of Changge Gate.

The end of the game was quickly finalized.

Shen Xunyi looked at Chang Yingying, she remembered that the heroine was the twin spirit roots of fire and earth, judging from the fight just now.

The fire spirit root seems to be the heroine's attack direction.

After Chang Yingying won, she smiled slightly.

Some of the male cultivators in the field showed joy on their faces.

Shen Xunyi watched her slowly descend along the ladder of the competition platform and talk to the few disciples who came up.

I don't know if it's an illusion, she always feels as if Chang Yingying seems to be enduring some pain.

Chang Yingying tensed her body slightly, and said a few words to the senior brothers and brothers in front of her.

However, the feeling in her chest became more and more obvious, and she looked at the few people in front of her, and the figures gradually became a little confused.

"Senior Sister Chang, are you hurt?"

One of the disciples noticed her strangeness.

Chang Yingying shook her head vigorously, and she smiled intently, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired." ”

Another disciple listened, "Ah, then let's not delay Senior Sister, Senior Sister, let's go and sit over there for a while, and after the competition is over, you will have to compete again!"

As he spoke, a few people made way in turn.

Chang Yingying pulled out a smile, "Thank you." ”

Shen Xunyi watched Chang Yingying walk towards this seat, and she turned her head to scan the surroundings.

There are only a few empty seats.

Chang Hotaru pursed her lips, holding the sword that had not been withdrawn in one hand, and hiding it in the wide sleeve robe with the other.

Her palms were drenched in sweat, and she held an elixir in it.

However, she had just finished the competition, and many people around her were watching her, which made her unable to hide her eyes.

Chang Yingying walked to the seating platform, and there were not many seats in the small session, there were disciples of their Luoqiu Mountain, and there were also disciples of other sects.

Chang Hotaru saw an empty seat and hurried over there.

However, as soon as she approached, a sword was placed on top of it.

She turned her head suspiciously, and the female cultivator sitting next to the vacant seat smiled brightly, she was their disciple of Luoqiu Mountain.

"I'm sorry, Senior Sister Firefly, this is Senior Sister Rong's position. ”

Chang Yingying followed her gaze and looked over, at the stairs that came to the stage at this time, even if she was wearing a quiet cyan uniform, she couldn't hide the bright and charming beauty of the female cultivator who was standing.

Rong Pei.

Chang Ying pursed her lips, suppressed the discomfort in her chest, and the tip of her sword slightly pressed against the ground to borrow strength.

"Senior Sister He, can I rest for a while, when Senior Sister Rong comes back, I will let her be. ”

The senior sister surnamed He wrinkled her eyebrows, as if she had been thinking for a while.

She looked up at Chang Hotaru's pale face and thin sweat.

In the end, he shook his head, "Hey, Senior Sister Firefly, it's not that Senior Sister won't let you, Senior Sister Rong is the person who pays the most attention to these." Where she sits, if you do, she'll be unhappy. ”

"Whoa—she's seen it. ”

Shen Xunyi was not far from this vacant seat, and she heard this.

I couldn't help but look up at the stage.

The so-called Senior Sister Rong on the stage did look at Chang Yingying's side.

The displeasure in Yaoyao's eyes was not hidden.

The female disciple next to Shen Xunyi was so angry that she kept scolding.

"Senior Sister Rong is really, and she deliberately embarrassed Senior Sister Firefly!

Shen Xunyi turned her head and picked up her words, "Why 'again'?"

The nun gave her a disdainful look.

Suddenly his eyes widened, "Hey, you didn't belong to our Luoqiu Mountain, I was wrong just now, your robe is really like ours!"

Shen Xunyi: ...... Excuse me, she will definitely change it when she goes back.

"Then it's understandable that you don't know this, it's not because of Senior Brother Xie Fan. ”

"Xie Fan?", Shen Xunyi repeated, she saw the female cultivator's expression, and quickly added, "Xie Fan, I know. ”

The female cultivator retracted her gaze, "Because Senior Sister Rong Pei likes Senior Brother Xie Fan." ”

Shen Xunyi was stunned, and she looked up at the competition table again.

Why didn't I see that the female cultivator didn't like Chang Yingying as a rival in love.

The female cultivator next to her was still chattering, Shen Xunyi turned around to look at Chang Yingying, but found that she was still standing in place and did not move.

However, at this moment, Chang Yingying didn't want to move, but for a while, she didn't dare to move.

The feeling of suffocation in his chest was already accompanied by a fine pinprick pain.