Chapter 191: Disciple of the Buddha-figure, what is wrong
"Please advise the little master. Wang Anran said respectfully, with a smile in his eyebrows, and the indescribable breeze and moon were chic and wanton, which attracted countless women to show obsession.
"Are you a Fa cultivator?" Yu Qinghuan wondered.
Wang Anran nodded and replied, "Single-line Lei Linggen, which is consistent with the little ancestor." ”
Yu Qinghuan nodded casually and said, "Oh, I'm a sword cultivator." ”
The smile on Wang Anran's face froze, looking at the immature girl in front of him, he smiled helplessly, he seemed to be in too much of a hurry.
"Little Master, please. "Politely waved his hand.
Yu Qinghuan was not polite, the man in front of her was three ranks higher than her, and he was by no means the two empty guys in front of her, so she didn't dare to despise it at all, and even had to show her true skills to have a chance to win.
The wooden sword in his hand pointed directly at Wang Anran, his footsteps moved slightly, and he appeared in front of the man in the blink of an eye, the man was slightly startled by the girl's speed, but he quickly reacted and dodged sideways.
The two went back and forth several times, but Yu Qinghuan still couldn't catch Wang Anran's sleeve, and even the wound didn't leave on Wang Anran's body.
"Little Master, speed alone can't win me. ”
"Oh. ”
In the next second, the sword in his hand changed in vain, and a huge sword shadow shrouded Wang Anran, like a sword array in Vietnam, but it was different, more powerful, and each sword had a faint thunder meaning.
I don't know why, Wang Anran actually found that his thunder spell was faintly suppressed.
Wang Anran frowned and stared at Yu Qinghuan, what was going on? Could it be that the little ancestor's thunder spirit root was even purer than his heavenly spirit root?
"Wang Anran, don't underestimate me. ”
The abrupt voice woke up Wang Anran, and when he came back to his senses, the sword array had tightly surrounded him, and the range was rapidly shrinking.
After coming back to his senses, Wang Anran smiled lightly, and the powerful thunder instantly blocked the sword array, forming a confrontation situation.
"Little Master, you are a cultivator of the tenth level of Qi cultivation, if you compete in spiritual power, you will lose. Wang Anran shook a purple fan in his hand, and his momentum was extraordinary.
Yu Qinghuan took a look, she had been learning kendo for too short a time, and she had not comprehended her kendo so far, if she wanted to win against Wang Anran with kendo alone, it would be too difficult.
If you rely on Lei Linggen, who has practiced since childhood, there is still hope, but what if you win like that?
Yu Qinghuan glanced at Gao Tai's cold and indifferent master, and flattened his mouth. She is a sword cultivator, and she won by spells, so what is it, and with the character of the master, she may be punished again.
"I throw in the towel. ”
Yuqing happily admitted defeat.
But the people in the audience made a fuss, and they all looked at Yu Qinghuan in disbelief.
One person finally couldn't help but scold, "If you don't fight, you will retreat, what kind of sword cultivator are you?"
"Knowing that you can't do it, even if there is a huge disparity in strength, you have to do your best, this is sword cultivation!"
"Born with a sword bone, such a great talent, it's a waste on you......"
"She's only nine years old, why are you so harsh?"
......
Whether it's belittlement, or comfort, or finding a reason for her. This made it difficult for Yu Qinghuan to accept.
The immature voice resounded throughout the square, "Jian Xiu is not a fool, why should he be sent to death." ”
As soon as these words came out, those who were already dissatisfied were even more dissatisfied, and they accused Yu Qinghuan more harshly, as if they wanted to drown the immature girl on the stage with saliva.
Even Yu Qinghuan, who had no heart and no lungs, faced such a scene, his eyes were slightly red, his fists were clenched, and he stood there stubbornly, accepting everyone's spit.
"Who gave you the guts?"
The cold voice did not contain a trace of emotion, but it carried a faint killing intent, and the cold and bone-chilling voice echoed in everyone's ears, and everyone was trembling, and their whole bodies were cold.
In the center of the square, a tall man stood in front of the girl, dressed in white and ethereal, the breeze blew, and the corners of his clothes waved, which made it even more cold.
"The disciple of the deity, one did not kill anyone, and the other did not insult others, what is wrong?"
Everyone didn't dare to come out, even Zijing and the others didn't dare to speak, and they all looked at the angry ancestor in shock.
I haven't seen my ancestor get angry for many years, and the last time I got angry seemed to be because other sects insulted the Shangqing Sect, and then what was the result...... It seems to have been destroyed.
Zi Jing's face turned pale when he thought of this, his ancestor had cultivated himself for many years, and they had all forgotten how ruthless the ancestor was.
A sword made of cold ice pointed at the man with a pale face, "The deity is a little lonely, and I don't know that I know that I can't do it, and the ant shaking the tree is the sword cultivation." ”
When the words fell, the man shook again, and he didn't dare to raise his head at all, prostrate on the ground and put his head on the ground and trembled.
"Come, teach the deity, what is sword cultivation!"
The last sentence surged away with endless killing intent.
"You, you are the supreme of kendo, and the disciple is not qualified...... Disciple knows his mistake!" The man trembled, if he wasn't afraid that he would die even worse after fainting, he would have fainted a long time ago.
Feng Qing's sharp eyes swept around, and the people who felt shrunk coldly said coldly, "Disciples of the deity, only the deity in the world is qualified to educate, and next time, don't blame the deity's subordinates for being ruthless......"
Since Yu Qinghuan appeared in Fengqing, he has been looking at Fengqing with admiration, and his ignorant mind burst out.
Shizun can be regarded as the only man in the world who stands up to the sky......
Feng Qing lowered his head and looked at the disciple in a trance, and with a wave of his hand, the two of them had already landed on the high platform, looking down at the beings below.
"Zijing, continue. ”
A cold voice interrupted Zijing's musings.
Zi Jing came back to his senses, glanced at the disciple with a complicated expression, and said in a deep voice, "King Anran, the leader of the Qi Refining Period." The competition during the foundation building period will be held tomorrow, and all the sects and factions who have come from afar will rest today, and it is good to have fun with the guests......"
The last sentence, Zi Jing said meaningfully, everyone present was an old fox, and naturally understood that Zi Jing was warning them, if there was a next time, I am afraid that the Shangqing Sect of the first sect would not be so resigned.
But even if Zijing didn't warn, they wouldn't dare. Today has offended the first master, and even offended the first master in the future......
Thinking of the stupid thing he had done, the faces of the people who spoke out just now turned pale.
At this time, Feng Qing had already returned to Yunshu Hall with Yu Qing Huan, Yu Qing Huan was standing outside the hall and squatting there, while Feng Qing was sitting in the hall and drinking tea.
"Master, when is the punishment?"
Listening to his apprentice not asking the reason for the punishment, Feng Qing's face was a little better.
"Early in the morning. ”
Hearing this, Yu Qinghuan's face turned pale, and then he hung his head lonely, looking pitiful.
"Since you know what is wrong, then you willingly accept the punishment. Feng Qing said in a deep voice.
Yu Qinghuan said, "Master, the disciple is not displeased, today's competition is intended to be honed, but there is no need to compete with Wang Anran, so the disciple decided not to waste time and admit defeat directly." ”