When a heavenly voice sounded, everyone looked behind them in unison.

A shadow slowly descending from mid-air attracted everyone's attention. The man seemed to have been hooked, and his eyes followed like a shadow, staring at the shadow, as if he was unwilling to take his eyes off him for the rest of his life. The woman's eyes looking at the figure were also full of amazement and envy, and a feeling of self-shame arose.

I saw that the figure falling from the sky was dressed in a white gauze like snow, with a pair of spotless pure white cloth shoes, and a long black and bright hair hanging down behind him like a waterfall, and a light blue butterfly-shaped hair ornament made of glass exuding a magnificent color.

And all this was so insignificant compared to her cheeks. Whether it is the fair skin that is not inferior to his clothes, or the facial features that the master of painting has drawn with all his life's painstaking efforts, there is not even the slightest flaw. In particular, the beautiful eyes that contain light that are brighter than the brightest stars in the vast heavenly river are enough to capture anyone's heart.

The appearance is as beautiful as a hibiscus out of the water, and the temperament is like a fairy.

This woman is not a bystander, she is a disciple of the Qing character generation of Pang Yun Peak, and she is also the only disciple on that lonely peak---- Qingling.

Luo Yong's eyes burst out with burning desire as he looked at Qing Ling, and the thought of taking her for himself filled his mind. Xuan Chong Zhenren was smiling, with a look of appreciation on his face.

Xuantian had also finished his week's pranayama at this moment, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw Qing Ling's figure, and a happy smile immediately bloomed on his face. There was admiration in his eyes, and there were some feelings that he didn't know very well.

Qing Ling's face was as indifferent as usual, and there was no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness on her face, as if anything that happened in this world had nothing to do with her. She walked in front of Xuan Chong Zhenren with light steps, bowed and bowed, and said, "Disciple Qingling meets the real person in charge." ”

Xuan Chong Zhenren bowed slightly, and said with a straight face: "Ling'er, the name of the person who confronted Ruyi in the Sword Trial Square is called Luo Yong, and he used a secret method to discover the secrets of our faction that cannot be passed on, so this time we must not let him leave at will." The teacher made a five-game covenant with him, and sent five disciples to compete with him, but if they couldn't defeat him, then they could only let him go. Yan'er and Tian'er failed to win the first two games, and this third game is probably not an opponent. In the fourth game, the division decided to send you to fight, do your best, you don't have to put pressure on yourself, and the teacher believes that you will be able to win with your cultivation. ”

Hearing this, Qing Ling couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Sanqingmen actually has secrets that cannot be passed on? Could it be that the secret of the divine skills of the three major town sects has been seen by him? But the real person in charge of the sect is guarding the library day and night, how can it..."

Although his heart was full of doubts, Qing Ling didn't ask, but just responded: "The disciple will definitely live up to the expectations of the real person in charge." ”

Luo Yong suddenly laughed out loud at this time, as if he regarded the conversation between Xuan Chong Zhenren and Qing Ling as a big joke.

"It's so much fun. Lao Tzu admits that this female disciple is indeed a beauty who has captivated the country and the city, and even the fairy in the painting is a little inferior. But how can strength be confused with appearance? This female disciple is just a female streamer, and she has no power to restrain the chicken. It is really unthinkable that the head of the dignified Sanqing family would make such a stupid decision! Do you think that Lao Tzu will be restrained because his opponent is a weak woman?" Rayong said in a mocking tone.

As soon as Luo Yong's words fell, he saw that many disciples looked at him with "sympathetic" eyes, and there was an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.

And when he finished saying Fang Cai's words, Zhuo Yan and Xuantian, who were familiar with Qing Ling, both had a thought in their hearts: "Dare to offend Qing Ling, but he will suffer." ”

Qing Ling turned a deaf ear to what Luo Yong said, did not give any response, and did not even look at Luo Yong directly, as if he did not exist at all.

When Luo Yong saw Qing Ling's actions, he couldn't help but feel hatred at the root of his teeth, and said in his heart: "What a cold beauty, but the more you are like this, the more interested I am in you." When I defeat you, I will humiliate you so well that you will lose face before your fellow men. ”

Qing Ling walked straight to Xuantian, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and asked with concern, "I heard Zhuo Yan say that you were injured just now, how are you?

Seeing that Qingling was worried about him, Xuantian couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart, and said apologetically: "It's just a minor injury, Uncle Shi doesn't have to worry about it." It's because my master and nephew are incompetent, and I have to get my uncle out of the mountain and get involved in this unnecessary dispute, if I can work harder when cultivating the Heart Sword, maybe..."

Qing Ling interrupted Xuantian's self-blame, and comforted him warmly: "In just a few days, I have made a small achievement in practicing the Heart Sword, in other words, it will be difficult for me to do it, you are already very good." The opponent's skills are profound, even if your Uncle Yan is tired of coping, what's wrong with losing to him? ”

Xuantian nodded again and again, his eyes were slightly red, and the ordinary words in Qing Ling's mouth could touch his heartstrings every time, making him moved.

A shallow smile appeared on the corner of Qing Ling's mouth, and in the eyes of everyone, it seemed to be the most beautiful scenery they had ever seen in their lives, which deeply shocked their hearts. Some of the male disciples were even more stupid, standing in place like a wooden sculpture, and at this moment in their hearts they were all infinitely jealous of Xuantian.

When Zhuo Yan saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Xuantian is really a lucky star, Qingling, a person who has never 'eaten fireworks in the world', will have a good impression of him." I've known Qingling for seventeen years, and she never seems to smile at me like that. ”

Luo Yong also saw Qing Ling's actions in his eyes, and felt even more resentful in his heart: "She actually favored the kid who became a defeated general under Lao Tzu, isn't this an insult to me." ”

Thinking of this, Luo Yong's face turned cold, and he drank to Yan Ruyi, who was still confronting him, in a deep voice: "Since you have lost the ability to compete with Lao Tzu, you will quickly get out of the way and replace that beauty to fight with Lao Tzu." ”

Yan Ruyi smiled slightly when he heard this, and said: "Who told Your Excellency that I have lost the strength to resist? Since I have not yet admitted defeat, then Your Excellency's opponent is still me. ”

"It's just the end of the crossbow, what are the powerful tricks, all the tricks will come out, don't waste Lao Tzu's time for no reason. Rayong said disdainfully.

Although Yan Rufang's meridians were injured, it did not affect the practice of qi luck for the time being, and at this moment, he condensed the only remaining true qi in his body, and was only bent on depleting Luo Yong's physical and spiritual power as much as possible, so that Qing Ling would not fall into a bitter battle after he entered the field.

"One last resort, I hope it will have some effect. Yan Ruyi prayed secretly in his heart.

"Plum blossoms play with light and shadow. ”

As soon as the timbre turns, the artistic conception changes again.

At the end of winter, it is called the remnant of winter.

As spring approaches, the weather gets colder.

On top of the plum tree, the plum blossoms are in full bloom, so gorgeous that people can't take their eyes off it when they see it.

The rivers are frozen, the grass and trees are frosty, the heavens and the earth are solemn, and everything is dull.

In such a harsh environment, the plum blossoms have never changed their proud nature, and they are still full of vitality and vitality, and they are not succumbed to adversity.

The whole world is turbid, I am alone, and everyone in the world is drunk and I am sober.

The waves of qi were surging like the tide of the sea, and the overwhelming blades of qi rushed towards Rayong, this momentum was more than a step stronger than the previous two pieces, and it was difficult for anyone to imagine that such a method was performed by a person whose meridians had been wounded.

Yan Ruyi's eyes burst out with an indomitable and resolute light at this moment, and the wounds in the depths of the meridians could not stop his will to defeat the enemy at all.

That sharp gaze actually made Luo Yong feel a little touched, and he saw that the ghost-headed long knife named "Yellow Spring" in his hand was inserted into the ground beside him, and said loudly: "Good generals don't bully and hurt soldiers, if I use the power of 'Yellow Spring' to deal with you, even if I win, I will definitely be despised by others." In this case, Lao Tzu will compete with you for cultivation, so that you will lose convincingly. ”

With that, Luo Yong pushed his palms forward, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly rushed out without reservation, turning into a stream of turquoise light more than two zhang wide, facing the countless sonic qi blades that attacked.

But I could smell a series of crisp explosions in the air, and the sonic qi blades were all shattered by the turquoise light flow like a bamboo, and the momentum was fierce and went straight to Yan Ruyi. It has the potential to be devastating.

Yan Ruyi's face turned pale when he saw this, and he immediately tried the last trace of true qi left in the dantian, and played the last five notes of the song.

Although it was only five sound blades, the power carried on them was not as good as usual, and as the sound blades broke through the air, waves of thrilling turmoil arose in the void.