In an instant, half of Jiang Chumiao's cheeks were swollen.

"Tsk, Fei Dazhuang, you still have this bull temper, look at it, this good beauty, it's so broken. Yan Panya covered her mouth and chuckled.

Fei Dazhuang was annoyed, picked up Jiang Chumiao's collar and tore it off.

Jiang Chumiao struck a backhand, and a sword blade slashed, and half of Fei Dazhuang's ear flew out.

This time the screams were louder.

Jiang Chumiao took advantage of Fei Dazhuang's pain, and hurriedly got up and stumbled into the stream to help the seriously injured Mu Shengxun.

"Senior Brother Mu, wake up!"

Mu Shengxun opened his eyes with difficulty, and the spiritual power on the Liucang Sword tightly held in his hand began to flow.

"Haha, since you have a concubine, then Benjun will definitely fulfill you. Sending you on your way. Lu Yinghong condensed his palm, and a spiritual trick was about to be struck.

The next moment, Yan Panya hurriedly stopped and said, "Lord Qingmian, why don't you talk nonsense, you promised me to keep people." ”

"When did Benjun promise you, give Benjun a dodge, otherwise even you will die!"

Yan Panya was startled, and hurriedly retreated, but said, "Wouldn't it be cheaper for them to let them die like this?"

The spirit trick in Lu Yihong's hand was about to be released, and he said, "What else do you want to say?"

Yan Panya glanced at the stream with some jealousy, and said, "Look at these two, don't they look like those dog men and women who depend on each other for life and death in the play?"

Lu Yinghong looked over, Jiang Chumiao dragged Mu Shengxun with difficulty, constantly inputting spiritual power into his hands, his face was miserable, and there were tears on half of his intact face, which did look so pitiful.

"Death is a cheap thing to do with such a dog man and woman. But if you want this female cultivator to watch this kid suffer with her own eyes, and then reward her to Fei Dazhuang to ravage, wouldn't it be ten thousand times more torturous than letting her die.

As for Mu Shengxun......"

Yan Panya poked her head over and whispered in Lu Yihong's ear.

Lu Yihong's eyes suddenly lit up: "Sure enough, it is the most poisonous woman's heart." ”

"Lord Green-faced just promised to spare his life and hand him over to me. ”

"Okay!" Lu Yihong responded without saying a word.

......

At the Tianchuhui competition, another round of competition by Jindan Monk ended, and now there are only more than forty people left.

The previous competitions were particularly intense, and the Beiyuan organizers decided to suspend the competition for a few days to let them recuperate as much as possible in order to make the final competition exciting.

The Jindan competition was suspended, but the comparison test table was still lively.

Because the top 100 monks who had practiced Qi and built the foundation before performed well, Tianchuhui also held a large-scale ceremony to accept disciples.

Among them, what excited the monks present was the arrival of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch of Dongling and announced that he would choose his twelfth disciple.

"Where is Senior Brother Mu?"

Zhao Miaoxuan on the viewing platform asked.

Zhao Yuanlang, who was half-leaning and half-leaning beside her, crossed Erlang's legs, said, "What, do you still want to ask him to come out to see such a bustle?"

"No, Senior Brother Mu has not recovered from his serious injuries, why does his master want to accept apprentices at such a time?"

Zhao Miaoxuan was quite angry and said: "Is it difficult to achieve it because Senior Brother Mu lost the competition, how will others think of him in the future?"

"Hey, it seems that it is not a bad thing that I failed to become the apprentice of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch in the first place. ”

Otherwise, with his temperament, I'm afraid he would have been hit a long time ago.

The more Zhao Miaoxuan thought about it, the more angry she became, and said, "I don't want to look at it anymore, I'll go find my senior sister." ”

"You go, then I'll go and see my Zhaozhao. ”

Zhao Miaoxuan suddenly picked a look: "Your Zhaozhao, do you want to be faced, brother?"

"How do you speak, see if I can't kill you!" As soon as Zhao Yuanlang's fan closed, he knocked it over, which frightened Zhao Miaoxuan and hurriedly ran away.

Zhao Yuanlang chased after him reluctantly.

The two hundred Qi Cultivators and Zhuji on the test platform stood straight, and they looked at the high-level cultivator at the front of the viewing platform, the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch, expectantly.

It is said that this Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch is the leading sword cultivator of the Cangjian Sect, and the eleven personal disciples under him are all famous sword cultivators in Tianchu, and their achievements are all talked about by the Dongling monks.

Of course, among these low-level cultivators, the one who listened to it the most was the Flowing Sky Sword Monarch.

It is said that the young man became famous, and he was extremely talented, and when he practiced qi, he was able to challenge the foundation building monk by leapfrogging, and his combat power was extraordinary, which was amazing.

Not to mention the distance, let's just say that the recent competition between him and the Unity Sword Monarch, they all saw it in their eyes, and they were shocked by the super strong sword intent, and it is still unforgettable.

For example, today, when the Dust Spirit Monarch accepted disciples again, they only felt that they were only one step away from such a majestic day.

Tianchen Lingjun didn't say anything, his eyes swept across the audience solemnly, and he quickly pointed to a Qi cultivation disciple and said, "It's just you." ”

The disciple who was ordered was suddenly stunned, and his face turned red after reacting in the middle of the ring, but he held back his excitement and saluted stiffly: "Disciple Cangjian Sect is returning from the exhibition, thanks to the favor of Lingjun." ”

Tianchen Lingjun looked at Zhan Bugui, and felt that the appearance of this black-clothed young man was somewhat similar to Mu Shengxun at the beginning, when he was accepted as an apprentice, he was also so cold, but at that time he didn't know that he was the Tianchen Lingjun of the Cangjian Sect.

And it is rare for this disciple in front of him to be able to maintain his composure in the face of such a huge opportunity.

"Good. From now on, you will be the twelfth disciple of this monarch. The name Zhanbugui will be the unreachable legend of Tianchu's new generation in the future. The voice of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch resounded throughout the competition platform.

Zhan Bugui stiffened his neck, walked forward in countless envious eyes, and was awarded a personal disciple token by Tianchen Lingjun, and was also tested on the spiritual root on the spot. When the crimson light of the Heavenly Fire Spirit Root shone out of the Spirit Jade, he saw the satisfaction in the eyes of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch.

"Okay, good, worthy of being the apprentice of this gentleman. "The words of the Heavenly Dust Spirit Monarch doubled Zhan Bugui's confidence.

......

Bang!

Mu Shengxun was once again smashed to the ground.

Lu Yihong looked at the Liucang Sword inserted in his abdomen and frowned. He didn't expect that he was dying, this kid could still hurt him with a sword, and he really succeeded in hurting him.

"Lord Qingmian, you, are you okay?" Yan Panya exclaimed in surprise, looking at him with some fear.

Lu Yihong snorted coldly, clinging to the Liucang Sword, and slowly pulled it out of his body.

The next moment, he used all his spiritual power to destroy the Liucang Sword.

The spiritual power flowed on the Liucang Sword, Mu Shengxun struggled to stand up, he looked at the Liucang Sword with red eyes, his heart throbbed for a while, and the hand pressed on the ground was deeply embedded in the ground.

Half-loud, Lu Yihong was a little embarrassed, this heavenly sword was even more difficult to break than he imagined, he spent all his spiritual power, and he couldn't even bend it.

He couldn't help but withdraw his hand, and walked over with his sword with an expressionless face, and when he raised his hand, a blood mist splashed.

Mu Shengxun snorted, his face was bruised and protruding, and the spiritual veins of his hands were broken by Shengsheng.

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