A gust of wind blew away the mist, and the orange-red light shrouded the eyes again, the refreshing air was very fresh, and everything was quiet in the early morning.

"It's too much to deceive people, what is to observe the competition, and when the time comes, it will definitely propose to use martial arts to make trouble, and these turtle grandsons just don't clean up. "The hottest Zhenxuan real person in the hall of Yijian Peak roared angrily.

"Senior Brother Zhenxuan, don't be angry, could it be that my dignified Immortal Sword Academy will be afraid of his small cultivation family, it's okay if he doesn't come, and if he comes, he will lose face. "Qianxuan Zhenren is also an iron-blooded pill heart.

"I'm afraid that there is a reason for it, since they dare to provoke, they must be prepared, I am afraid that there will be variables, but if we don't accept it, we will inevitably be ridiculed by the world, so we have to take it. Jian Xuan said.

"I just don't know what they are doing, the enemy is dark and I am clear, and now I can only respond to all changes with the same. "The most stable Kun Xuan is really humane.

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The competition arena has already been full of people, and the once-in-a-century competition is coming to an end, and many people who can't get out of the retreat have also started to join in the fun.

"Why haven't you come here yet, this game is about to start. Jiang Shanhua looked anxious.

"This time, I relied on them to support me, and I was really ashamed to be a senior brother. The boss Mo Qinyu said with a look of shame.

"Yes, I didn't expect that we all failed in this competition, but the two of them advanced all the way, the little junior sister is the best qualified among us, although the cultivation time is slightly shorter, but with the red glow of the master, I will not be surprised. It's the little junior brother, I remember that he broke the record of the slowest cultivation speed in our Immortal Sword Academy, but this time he was shocked, and he defeated the world in one fell swoop, it was really ......" Breaking Dust Qi lamented

"Ao, junior brother is the slowest cultivator of our Immortal Sword Academy's cultivation speed, who was that before?" said the book curiously.

"Hey, hey, this, ahem......"

"Why don't you speak? ”

"I'm afraid!" a brain melon jumped on the head of the book, "Why do you ask so much?" Mu Ning glared.

"Oh," the book smiled wryly, just seeing the snickering of the people around him, there was a lovely confusion on his face.

On the trail, Bai Xiao walked step by step with Cangjie on his back. Drops of dew hit their faces from time to time, and the cool wind blew the long hair of the two of them, dancing in the wind.

Although there is no skin-to-skin relationship, there is only a thin layer of clothing. The body temperature of each other blends with each other, and there is an indescribable comfort.

The noisy square suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the two people who came over stupidly, and it seemed that there had never been such an intimate scene in their impressions.

Monks who have been lonely for most of their lives, they only have themselves in their lives, even if they are people from the sect, they are just a moment of cold and warmth in the long river of time, although the relationship is good, but it is not too close, too much cultivation makes them forget their feelings, maybe after hundreds of years, they will become emotionless animals.

The crowd unconsciously moved out of the way, and Bai Xiao comfortably carried the burden that would be his life's burden. If you don't care about other people's eyes, you are a blank self, how can you care about other people's words, all you care about is the opinions of your relatives.

The wind blew the hair, blew the clothes, wrinkled the acacia, blew the heart, and blew the heart-warming encounter that year and month. In this morning flying in the wind, I feel the tenderness of water in the breeze and morning light.

There are no words, no care, walking and walking out of a forest that will never wither.

"Xiao'er, Jie'er, this ......" Mu Ning sighed when passing by.

"I know!" Bai Xiao did not stop, still carrying Cangjie on his back, and his fair face was gentle, firm, and unrepentant.

The baptism of ten years, a finger of the nourishment of the fairy spirit in the time, makes the white flute at this time look elegant and ethereal. Coupled with his handsome face that is almost a rocking chair, it attracted everyone's attention for a while.

"Xiao Xiao, it looks like you're prettier, you see they're all looking at you. Cangjie quipped with a smile.

"Senior sister, you're joking, I'm a big man, what's so good-looking. Bai Xiao's face turned red.

"Giggles, every time I make a joke about you, you get shy. I didn't expect it to happen to me this time, and the worst thing I was worried about happened. ”

"Yes, I didn't expect that I would come this far, I just wanted to get your approval, but I didn't lose a single defeat. ”

"That stupid child back then has grown up, thinking about back then, you were stupid to death, you couldn't learn anything, the angry senior brother didn't teach you anymore, and I couldn't help but want to knock you on the head, but you grew up to be not your opponent even when the world laughed. If you want to deal with me, it's just handy. ”

"Senior sister, you know that I won't make a move on you. Bai Xiao said urgently.

"Xiao Xiao, you're nervous. Cangjie chuckled, "After the competition, you have to go all out, I don't want you to show mercy, because I also have to prove myself." For so many years, my parents have treated me like a child, and I want them to know that I have grown up. ”

"But, Senior Sister!"

"Nothing, promise me. ”

Bai Xiao looked at Cangjie quietly, and the face of the country and the city was even more delicate under the fiery red skirt, like a flower dancing in the air, never withering.

The years are long, and the strings of the four seasons pass through the past, like it, that's all. Look at the glass time, and bloom in a happy garden. People are like the old, time is like flowing. The thoughts that were planted for you that year sprouted in a gentle drizzle, giving birth to branches, growing leaves, branches and branches, and bearing budding hopes.

Because of his appearance, counting the years of Fangfei, Bai Xiao, who was deeply trapped in the wave of memories, was looking at Cangjie blankly. Thinking of the road I have traveled over the years, my heart is full of emotion.

Suddenly, the pain in his ear pulled him out of his memory. Cang's white hands, twisting his ears, said with a flushed face: "Damn, what are you staring at me." ”

"You're good-looking!" Bai Xiao said casually without thinking

"Touch!", Cangjie's ** kicked on his body. Bai Xiao only felt that his body flew up involuntarily, and he felt aggrieved in his heart: "What I said is the truth." ”

"You still say!" Cangjie was so red that he didn't want to make more excuses, so he stretched out his hand and made a move, and the Hongxia Sword appeared in his hand. "There's too much, let's get started!"

Saying that, Cangjie shook his wrist, conjured up sword flowers, a little white flute, and his body was in a hurry, floating like a swimming dragon, like a shock, although it was a temptation, but it was a bit of skill.

The crimson sword glow is the remnant glow of the sunset, sprinkling the brilliance of the slightest tiredness. The sword body is accompanied by gorgeous flowers, which seem to be fairy folding flowers, and it is dressed up with a reddish residual beauty.

Looking at the shadow that attacked, Bai Xiao's hand holding the hole flute was bruised, and a trace of blood bit out of the corner of his mouth at some point. Close your eyes and sigh softly.

With the force under his feet, his body flowed like a light breeze, drawing an afterimage, pointing directly at Cangjie, and unconsciously, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he thought silently in his heart, I still can't do it.

All the sword flowers disappeared, and all the sword rays pierced through Bai Xiao's body at that moment. Under a cry of exclamation, the white flute was fixed in the air, and the red sword passed through his chest.

"Xiao Xiao!" a scream, remorse, shock, and deep worry.