"That's someone from Lei Yin Pavilion." A slightly thick female voice came in, and Mo Zhiyu and Luo Bingqian both looked over and saw Cheng Qixue.

She surprisingly didn't look like a local tyrant today, but wore a white dress with silver dark lines, and she looked a little unrefined.

"Miss Cheng, why are you here?" Mo Zhiyu asked with some surprise, "Still like this...... Sure enough, people rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold! ”

"It's just the clothes of the master, they like this kind of tone, especially suitable for pretending to be a god G." Cheng Qixue looked helpless, then looked at the young man holding the sword who was about to walk away, and said,

"That's the grandson of the master of the Layin Pavilion Sect, named 'Mo Ziyan'. Like the guy without face, he is called the 'Four Great Princes' together with Luo Yiheng of the Sword Heng Sect and Sheng Dongxing of the Jiuzhi Sect. Oh, what a mess of titles. Cheng Qixue seems to be shameless at the mention of shamelessness, and she will be angry when she says anything.

Luo Bingqian was surprised: "The four princes, so small? ”

Cheng Qixue chuckled and said, "That title is all selected as a talented and famous heir of the great sect, and it has no gold content. ”

These words frightened Luo Bingqian for a moment, and looked at Mo Zhiyu with a look of loss of values. Mo Zhi laughed, "talented and famous heirs" have no gold content, so what is the gold content, the Cheng family's thousand pure gold?

But Mo Zhiyu didn't want to continue the topic, and asked directly: "With such a sword momentum at such a young age, he should have some achievements in the Eastern Continent." ”

But Cheng Qixue shook his head and replied to him: "No." Cheng Qixue saw that the two of them looked surprised, and she didn't want to sell Guan Zi anymore, so she continued:

"Because this Mo Shao Sect Master is said to be a miracle as soon as he was born, he began to retreat and practice at the age of three, and he was in retreat for ten years, and he only came out a few days ago. But the fact that he was able to be recognized by the Holy Soldier 'Sealing the Frost Sword' already shows his strength, and he is probably a dark horse in this sword conference. It's a worthy bet. ”

"The gamble has begun?" Mo Zhiyu looked at her with wide eyes, "Isn't the list of contestants announced tomorrow?" ”

"Yes, it's announced tomorrow, but as a bookmaker, I need to investigate to determine the odds." Cheng Qixue said very professionally. This also shows that the big boss of this gambling game must be the Cheng family, and he really deserves to be the leading boss of the businessman.

Then Mo Zhiyu looked at Cheng Qixue's dress again, and suddenly had a guess in his mind: "Miss Cheng, you came here, you won't just investigate and find out, right?" ”

"Yes, there's still a problem, I need to set a group." Cheng Qixue said indifferently, and at the same time expressed deep helplessness, "If it weren't for the fact that my old man made a deal with the master, I wouldn't have bothered to come, and I would still be wearing this tasteless clothes." ”

Mo Zhiyu guessed correctly, because he knew from Wuyan that Cheng Qixue was only twenty-five years old, and he was already in the late stage of the Phantom Yuan Realm, and according to the rules, he should have participated in the Sword Discussion Conference. It's just that he didn't know which party Cheng Qixue represented to participate, so he asked directly: "Miss Cheng, may I ask, where did you study?" ”

"You don't even recognize this dress?" Cheng Qixue pointed to her clothes and laughed, "Cloud Gate, except for Cloud Gate, who would be so S-baggy?" Although I think Jian Hengzong's clothes are also quite S-packed. ”

Mo Zhi laughed, he couldn't understand Miss Cheng's aesthetics. Is it true that the more tyrants are better-looking, and the smaller and fresher the more S bags?

Then Mo Zhiyu found that Cheng Qixue looked at herself and Luo Bingqian with a businessman-like shrewd look, Mo Zhiyu remembered that the last time she showed this look, she said that she wanted to do business with him, didn't she think of this? As soon as he wanted to find an excuse to slip away, Cheng Qixue spoke:

"Second Brother Mo, I was deceived by you so hard, I actually arrived in the Phantom Yuan Realm, according to my shameless temperament, I will definitely sign up for you." Then she smiled at Luo Bingqian again, like a wolf grandmother seeing Little Red Riding Hood, "Little girl, you also participated in the Sword Conference, right?" ”

Mo Zhiyu was about to veto, but the honest and kind 'Little Red Riding Hood' Luo Bingqian next to him nodded sincerely.

Cheng Qixue suddenly laughed: "Very good, since everyone is their own person, we must work hard to enter the finals!" ”

Mo Zhiyu laughed unnaturally: "Miss Cheng, this is a major matter for the master!" ”

"Of course, it won't delay the big thing." Cheng Qixue admired Mo Zhiyu's cleverness, "Just tell me if you can beat it." Second Brother Mo, you must be a dark horse~" Then Cheng Qixue waved her hand in a dashing manner, turned around with a smile.

Luo Bingqian, who was dazed, looked at Mo Zhiyu: "Senior brother, what did she, her, and she say?" ”

Mo Zhiyu sighed and patted her little head and said, "She's just having a nervous time." ”

Luo Bingqian blinked cutely and let out an "oh".

On the first day of the competition, only the rankings will be drawn, and the competition notice will be sent to all participants in the evening. Therefore, after Mo Zhiyu and Luo Bingqian and the other Heavenly Sword Mountain disciples finished the test, they returned to the courtyard arranged by the Sword Heng Sect to rest, waiting for the announcement of the competition in the evening.

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Night. A scream pierced the sky, and with a "tearing" sound, the broken Luo skirt was casually discarded on the bluestone paved mountain road.

The unclothed girl tugged at the last of the fabric on her body, and cowered against the trunk of the big tree behind her, but she was surrounded by these strong men, and she could not retreat.

The men let out a "hey" sound, like the low howl of a wolf hunting. They were getting closer, and she was scared, and the tears couldn't stop flowing, wetting the makeup on her face, but she couldn't do anything.

These people, who were still famous disciples a few minutes ago, promised to help her brother prepare the elixir for the competition. But in the blink of an eye, they tore off the camouflage of human skin and turned into jackals.

"Come on!" The man at the head didn't care about the girl's crying at all, and pounced on it, pressing the girl to the trunk of the tree, his tongue was like gluttony, and he was hungry and thirsty to **** the delicate skin, and he couldn't wait to tear up the last obstructive clothes on the girl's body in the next second, so as to vent the ** that had long been unbearable.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed, and the man standing at the end of the crowd let out a scream, and he completely disappeared.

"What people!" The rest of the men immediately didn't care about the "good thing" and drew their knives one after another. They shone the torches in their hands forward, but found that they could not illuminate the dark shadow. And their companions, no, the corpses of their companions, have now become skinny, as if all the blood on their bodies has been drained in an instant, and only the last shriveled skin remains!

"This, this ......" They are all disciples of the Sword Heng Sect, with Yuan Force, and they have also dealt with several people from the Evil Sect and the Hongtian Sect. However, they had never seen such an evil sect's exercises, and they were so frightened that they choked their throats and couldn't say a word.

From a jackal to a puppy in an instant.

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