As soon as the words fell, a tall woman in red stepped forward, she was equipped with a nine-ring knife around her waist, when she walked, the iron ring hit the blade, making a clanging sound, the tip of the knife was flat, not protruding forward, the handle was slightly thinner and more curved, it was hard to imagine that a woman would choose a big knife as a weapon.

When the woman approached, everyone saw her appearance clearly, with snowy skin and red lips, black hair raised high with red ribbons, eyebrows like distant mountains, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, but her eyes were extremely cold, and there were tear moles under her eyes.

"Weichen, knock on Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live. ”

She knelt down on one knee, neither humble nor arrogant.

When they saw the faces of the people who came, everyone was in an uproar.

I knew that Weichen, the national teacher, was Tu Qianqiu, the only daughter of the General's Mansion, but I didn't expect that after going out to experience a year, my temperament would change so much.

Tu Qianqiu was in Beijing in his early years, and he was notorious, his face was full of cosmetics, and his taste in dress was also touching. Therefore, everyone rumored that she looked like no salt, and she made a lot of jokes because she was infatuated with the prince.

When I saw it today, it was ......

Li Hengyu's face did not change, and he still had a smiling face, as if he had never seen Tu Qianqiu before.

"Please, please. The emperor liked this girl very much, and he couldn't suppress his smile.

"Master. Wei Chen saw the old man in black robe, and walked to his side with respect.

The national teacher nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the Kunlun people, swept away the dust, and said: "The old man doesn't dare to exaggerate, Weichen is a mortal, and he must not be comparable to the foundation building. ”

The emperor was happy to see this, and added: "For the sake of fairness, Kunlun disciples don't use magic weapons, immortal weapons, only mortal iron, how about it?"

Bai Xiuxiu and Mo Yang glanced at each other, only the two of them had not yet built a foundation.

Tu Qianqiu pursed his lips, and his eyes kept falling on Bai Xiuxiu.

She was a killer in her previous life, and once she failed her mission and traveled to another world. The predecessor made a lot of chicken feathers that made her unable to deal with herself in Shengjing, she was good at killing, but the house fight was really out of range.

Fortunately, with the help of the national teacher, he was able to temporarily get rid of the complicated situation.

The black-robed old man seemed to know a little about her origins, and he was not surprised by her fighting skills, and also told her that there were immortal cultivators in this world. She didn't have a spiritual root, so the old man found another way for her......

And the old man only asked himself to promise him three conditions.

Now the first one is to let Kunlun lose its reputation.

Looking at Bai Xiuxiu's face, she was in a trance, wasn't this her partner in her previous life?

Tu Qianqiu's gaze was undisguised, and Bai Xiuxiu was a little apprehensive in her heart.

In addition to the fact that his physical fitness is slightly higher than that of mortals and he knows some spells, there is actually no reborn change during the Qi refining period. Although this national teacher is a mortal, he knows very well the level of the immortal cultivation realm.

She is not good at fighting with people, and when she has to fight with people, it has always been the twenty-four spirit swords that help.

The spell passed down by the Three Seconds Mountain Man is also a group attack, and the damage range is huge, so it is really not suitable to use it in this situation.

"......" Bai Xiuxiu's lips opened slightly, and just as she was about to speak, Mo Shuiyang patted her shoulder and stopped in front of her.

The young man smiled at her and said angrily: "Senior sister, don't rob me, give me a chance to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." ”

Li Xuanyuan was really difficult to do between his master and his father, he knew that Bai Xiuxiu was not good at fighting, and when he saw that Tu Qianqiu intended to learn from Bai Xiuxiu, he really sweated.

He saw Tu Qianqiu when he was young, that girl was like a nymphomaniac, pestering her eldest brother every day, and even peeking in the bath, but now that she is seeing each other, it seems to be a different person, which makes him even more wary of this national teacher.

"Shuiyang's junior brother is the latest to get started, and it's just right to learn from Weichen. Li Xuanyuan hurriedly spoke.

The emperor glanced faintly at his once favorite son, after seeking immortals, has he forgotten which family he is?

But just a glance, he regained his kind smile and said: "Weichen is outstanding, no wonder the little fairy chief has a heart of pity and pity." ”

Ling Xiao was sipping melon seeds on the side, looking at all the beings at this banquet with different expressions, and they had ghosts in their hearts.

It was the national teacher who looked at himself from beginning to end, and he couldn't say anything malice, but it made Ling Xiao feel goosebumps all over his body.

How to say, it's like looking at an object, and you are determined to get it.

Yu Lingji was Tie Hanhan, and he also whispered to Mo Yang, asking him to pay attention to the severity and not hurt Miss Weichen.

Ink Yang Wan'er whispered: "Senior brother, I'm afraid it's not me who should pay attention to the severity." ”

Although he is a disciple of Miao Miaofeng, and his ancestor is Bai Shanyue, who was famous thousands of years ago, his own master, surnamed Ling Mingxiao, has always believed in the free growth of disciples, and has never explained to him a single move.

The only thing that has been said is a very abstract sentence: raise the sword, cultivate the mind, and cultivate the heart.

Ink Yang has been on the mountain for a year, and only "Kunlun Basic Sword Spectrum" is practiced every day, oh, and Shuoyue, who steals the spirit of the fish.

Tu Qianqiu clenched his fists and bowed, and Mo Yang nodded slightly.

In the next second, the nine-ring knife broke through the air, and Ink Yang took a step back, and his heart was shocked. The sound of the nine rings jingling seemed to echo in his ears, and suddenly, the knife slashed at his waist again.

Rao knows that the opponent cannot be underestimated, but it is hard to imagine that a woman can use a knife as a weapon so well.

The big opening and closing, it is natural.

Through the red clothes, Mo Yang saw the beautiful and strong muscles on the woman's arms, which must have been tempered to forge such a good body.

Among mortals, it is also the level of a martial arts grandmaster.

"Senior brother, take the sword. Li Xuanyuan said, throwing the sword drawn from the guard's waist.

In the round just now, everyone saw the level of Tu Qianqiu's sword, and the ink was defenseless and difficult to parry.

"Thank you, brother. Ink Yang took the sword, and the corners of his lips hooked, "Please release me from the blacklist." ”

Li Xuanyuan had a black face, and slandered in his heart: Then you have to wait until you win.

Tu Qianqiu's moves are neat, every attack is just right, she retracts and releases, but it seems to be at ease. On the other hand, ink yang blindly dodges.

However, the two are also a draw.

The rest of the audience didn't notice it, thinking that Mo Shuiyang was humbling Tu Qianqiu. Only Ink Yang knew that his movements were stiff several times, and he couldn't step on his feet at all, as if time on his feet had been stopped.

He couldn't find a chance to fight back, and he had already struggled to dodge.

It's weird.

"Yangyang, if you lose, you have to go back and clean up Miaomiao Peak. Ling Xiao threw out the Spirit Sword Fruit and smashed it into the joint of Ink Yang.

Ink Yang was in pain, his legs were loose, as if he had broken free from some shackles, and by chance, he actually avoided Tu Qianqiu's knife.

I saw Tu Qianqiu's suspicious face, looking at Ling Xiao who suddenly made a move.

"Yangyang, it looks like you're going to clean up Miaomiao Peak. Ling Xiao shrugged his shoulders, and his lips opened slightly, "This kid is only 14 years old, and it's not beautiful to kill red eyes." ”

She has been observing the duel between the two, and the strangeness of Ink Yang, she also has insight.

If the other party has been prepared, why should he continue with them?