The progress of the ghost spirit is very smooth, but the temperature of the room drops again and again, if there is no Nirvana Orb in the body, ordinary people, here is really unbearable.

The ghost in the spirit period has changed in appearance, it is still a bare braincase, and the originally blank face has an extra pair of big watery eyes.

The form is a little more flexible, it looks particularly cute, the temperature of the body, the cold and biting, in the end it is still a yin spirit.

Li Xiaoyi stretched out his hand and stroked it on its bare head, and the ghost's mood was particularly high, because there was an extra pair of eyes that could observe everything around him.

Originally, it only relied on the breath of divine consciousness to explore everything in the outside world, and its big eyes blinked with great curiosity, and it was overjoyed.

There was a sudden knock on the door, Li Xiaoyi turned his head, and the ghost spirit also turned his head.

Li Xiaoyi raised his hand to remove the ban on shielding the breath, stepped forward to open the door, and the ghosts followed suit.

He laughed, and the ghost blinked with joy.

Li Xiaoyi looked at it, it blinked and stared at Li Xiaoyi, its big eyes crooked, as if laughing.

Li Xiaoyi's face stiffened, it reluctantly shrank into the square treasure mirror, and Li Xiaoyi stepped forward to open the door.

The person who came was Li Xi, and I saw him raise his hand and clench his fist and said, "Uncle Xiao, Uncle Dao Ping'er has arrived, are you going to pick it up?"

"Dao Ping'er?" Li Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, he had heard Daojing Zhenren mention it before.

Because of the matter of White Bone Mountain, all major sects will send disciples to Shu Mountain again, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.

But why isn't it Cuiweifeng's Dao Junzhen, but Dao Ping'er, who is extremely incompatible with himself?

Suddenly, he had a big head, hesitated for a while, but agreed to go, but he was a little apprehensive in his heart.

The people who came to the Shushan Sword Sect today were not only Kunlun, but the other sects also arrived one after another.

From afar, Li Xiaoyi saw his senior sister, so he had to step forward to salute.

Dao Ping'er looked at Li Xiaoyi with a smile on her face, and said with a grudge on Kunlun Mountain: "I heard that at the sword test meeting, you fought for a lot of face for Kunlun. ”

"It's just a matter of duty, but the senior sister came so quickly. Li Xiaoyi replied in a good manner.

Dao Ping'er walked in front, and Li Xiaoyi followed behind.

"Why, don't you dare to see me?" Dao Ping'er's eyes flowed, a black Taoist uniform fluctuated slightly, Li Xiaoyi was stunned, not because of any amorous style.

It's a matter of attitude at hand, Kunlun is the earth, and the Shushan Sword Sect is the sky, this difference is a bit big.

Li Xiaoyi looked at the person in front of her suspiciously, and then looked at the person accompanying her, reacted very quickly, and did not talk again.

All the way to the residence, the leading elder of Shushan retired, and as expected, Dao Ping'er's expression changed back to the one Li Xiaoyi knew before.

Squinting at Li Xiaoyi, the smile on Dao Ping'er's face did not disappear: "It's not bad, Xiuwei has taken another step, if you can enter the top six, the previous things, let's write them off." ”

Li Xiaoyi didn't dare to say much, it wasn't Kunlun in front of him, Murong Yunyan was not there, it was always right to be respectful.

It was noisy outside, and Dao Ping'er raised her head: "It's Yueling's game, right?"

Li Xiaoyi agreed, and Dao Ping'er turned to look at him and said, "Apprentice competition, how can you not go as a master?"

"It just so happens that I still have a game, so I'll accompany my sister to see it!"

As they spoke, the two walked towards the open-air square of the Shushan Sword Sect, followed by the disciples of the Kunlun Sect.

Along the way, all the disciples of various sects encountered, as long as they saw Li Xiaoyi, if they met a snake and scorpion, they were far away, either detouring or stopping to the side, and there were many discussions.

The disciples who had already participated in the sword trial meeting had long been accustomed to it and didn't care about it, and all the people who had just come to the sect gradually discovered that the problem was wrong.

Because all the spearheads of the problem are pointed at the little uncle of his own division.

It wasn't until the Kunlun disciples, who had good deeds, were at the back of the team and carefully explained their doubts, that everyone was suddenly stunned, and their eyes at Li Xiaoyi changed again.

"What a smiling Yama, dare to blacken my Kunlun's reputation so much, if you let me know which king and eight lambs it is, see that I don't abolish him. ”

Listening to the words in his ear, the nearby disciples all nodded approvingly, Li Xiaoyi glanced at his senior sister, and his heart was inexplicably empty.

Dao Ping'er's attitude towards him has changed, to be honest, he is a little uncomfortable, in other words, he doesn't understand a little, whether it is Dao Lin or Dao Ping'er.

When he was in Kunlun Mountain, these two people gave him the feeling that one was scheming, not good to say, and even a little sinister and sinister.

However, since leaving Kunlun, the changes in his heart have been turned upside down.

Not only is it for the sect, but also the way of dealing with problems, as well as the way of treating things and the appearance, the image of a faction of dignity is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Looking at the current Dao Ping'er, the same is true, although there is still an image of a little woman who is extremely protective of her shortcomings, but among the sects, there is no doubt that it is all based on the premise that the interests of the sect are above all else.

These two people are not the first real people of the four peaks of Kunlun, they are enough to convince people, and the word Kunlun is deeply imprinted in their gestures at all times.

"The internal fighting stops in Kunlun Mountain, and the external is the unity of everyone. Murong Yunyan was not wrong about this.

Li Xiaoyi, who was thinking wildly, had unconsciously led everyone to the edge of the No. 4 ring, and further inside, he saw Daojing and others.

The two first real people of Kunlun, their eyes intersected, and there was not much nonsense, they looked at the ring together, and the disciples of Kunlun behind them were thunderous with joy, and they quickly integrated into the game.

The words "Kunlun!" resounded almost throughout the fourth ring.

Just when everyone looked sideways at Kunlun's side, bursts of cold and frozen air suddenly rushed towards the opponent like a sea tide.

"The sword intent is like a tide, flowing endlessly!" is what it means, Li Xiaoyi's voice was not loud, but she was heard by Dao Ping'er, and she smiled proudly.

"If the cultivation realm talks about the first way of the sword, the first thing that will come to mind is the premier Shushan Sword Sect, the world is stupid, saying that they are short-sighted, and I also think so. ”

Dao Ping'er's voice was not loud, but it was not small, which caused many people to turn their heads and look at her strangely.

She continued indifferently: "Thousands of years ago, Kunlun still had four sword intent true skills, which were famous all over the world, and their swords were even on Shu Mountain, which was dominated by sword cultivation. ”

Daojing Zhenren smiled at the corner of his mouth and didn't speak, as if he acquiesced to Dao Ping'er's statement, but Li Xiaoyi said a little strangely: "The four sword intent true recipes have all been lost?"

Dao Ping'er sighed, and didn't say much, but changed her words and said, "Do you know that a sword is rolling Longbi?"

The judge of Shushan not far away turned his eyes and glared at Dao Ping'er aggressively, but her momentum changed and she glared back without letting go.

The judge elder of Shushan turned pale, and his face stiffened again, while Dao Ping'er sneered, his momentum was like a sword, faintly arguing, and the edge gradually attracted the attention of everyone on the cloud platform.

"The woman in the ring is your junior sister's disciple, right?" said Mr. Miaoke with a smile.

Dao Lin, who was sitting next to him, smiled wryly: "It is the disciple of the senior sister who made Mr. smile." ”

"Mochizuki Peak, ah......" Mr. Miaoke sighed.

Dao Lin took a deep look, this Tiangua Zi, who is known as sitting alone in the mountain gate, can know the affairs of the world, and heard the latter sigh and said: "It's a pity......"

Comprehending the real person, there was a heavy cold snort suddenly, and Dao Lin couldn't hear it, but his eyes flickered faintly, and his hands unconsciously clenched his fists, a little pale......

On the ring, as if the sword intent of the tide was undulating, vertical and horizontal, Chen Yueling's posture was floating in the air, like stepping on the waves, the sword blade pointed out, and the waves were surging and suppressed on the opponent.

"With such a kendo attainment, I'm afraid that the Heavenly Desolate Gate is more than auspicious this time. ”

"Not really, there may be some unique work at the bottom of the box in the Heavenly Desolate Gate, just like a Jedi counterattack like the smiling Yama, maybe. ”

Just as this person's voice fell, Dao Ping'er suddenly said in a loud voice: "The light of rice grains also dares to compete with Haoyue, kick her down for me!"

The people on the other side of the Tianhuang Gate were already black-faced, but after listening to Dao Ping'er's words at this time, due to her real realm, they dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, their faces were flushed, and the momentum in the ring suddenly changed.

I saw that the cold and frozen air that was originally crisscrossing the ring suddenly stagnated and stopped, Li Xiaoyi's pupils shrank, and the disciple of the Heavenly Desolate Sect thought that he had breathlessness, but he didn't expect that there were flowers falling in the sky.

Not red, not green, no delicate color, no charm of flowers, more is a trace of ice-colored lotus flowers that are not warm, but freeze people's hearts.

The petals spread lightly, a lotus fell quietly, slowly and slowly, everyone thought it was amazing, a sword turned into a lotus, or with sword intent to transform into shape, is it really a sword intent into shape?

Can you have such a kendo talent in the agile period? On the cloud platform, Enlightenment and Enlightenment glanced at each other, and they both saw a little surprise in each other's eyes.

The Tianyun Gate within the Six Sects, the Yunye Zhenren who is in charge of teaching the real people, is also well-known in the world for his attainments in the way of the sword, and I saw that his face changed: "It seems that there is a shadow of a sword shadow." ”

"The true technique of the four styles of sword intent is not necessarily lost. Mr. Miao Ke said on the side.

Dao Lin smiled and said nothing.

On the ring, the ice lotus had already opened, and wherever the sword intent went, it was invincible, and the disciples of the Heavenly Desolate Sect had not yet reacted, and with two muffled snorts, their bodies flew out.

Chen Yueling did not mean to chase and fight, she collected her sword and dissolved the ice lotus sword intent, and in the steaming white air, her body fell to the ground like a heavenly maiden in the mortal realm.

Looking at the disciples of the Heavenly Desolate Sect again, like a kite with a broken string, when they were about to fall to the ground, they were caught by the disciples of their own sect.

The Judge Elder of Shushan flew into the ring, and said in a loud voice: "Kunlun, Chen Yueling wins!"