The people on the stage are still fighting fiercely, and the people off the stage are also thinking about their own thoughts.

For those who don't know the art of qi contemplation, this game is probably not only a test of their strength, but also their brains.

However, at this time, Su Jiu no longer had much energy to pay attention to other people.

Because it was her turn to take the stage.

At this time, the sun has gradually slanted to the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun will stretch the figures of the two people on the stage very long, Su Jiu has one hand behind his back, one hand holding a sword, his back is straight, his long body is jade, a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes are shining with a faint luster, his facial features seem to be finely carved by ghosts and axes, and there is a cold temperament on the whole body, like an immortal who has fallen from the nine heavens, which can only be viewed from a distance, not blasphemed.

The afterglow of dusk seems to be particularly partial to Su Jiu, the warm yellow light reflected on others cannot reflect its beauty, but it falls on Su Jiu, and there is a slight difference, the light sets off her already beautiful facial features even more eye-catching, as if she is a natural luminous body.

Su Jiu has such a charm, so that he can become the most eye-catching existence even if he stands there at will.

Many monks who have cultivated to the Yuan Infant have long been very indifferent to their appearance, but at this moment, it does not prevent them from appreciating this love from heaven.

And the monk in the audience who lacked concentration was even more stupid.

Even Chu Luochen's gaze became very profound.

Zhang Propanol also sighed at Su Jiu's facial features, but at the same time, he also remembered that he was in the ring.

The two raised their hands almost at the same time.

Su Jiu held the sword in her right hand and pinched her fingers with her left hand, but in an instant, her first spell had been completed, and it landed on Zhang Propanol's side in the next moment.

But after all, it was the first time to fight Su Jiu head-on, and Zhang Propanol obviously didn't expect that Su Jiu's movements would be so fast, and it could even be said that her spell had already fallen at his feet before he finished his command.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and it was also this momentary pause that made the previous achievements of his finger decision undone.

At the same time, he also began to formalize this nun who did not look very old.

Obviously, the attack that landed at his feet was deliberately missed by her.

Because he knew that a monk with such an attack speed and such an attack strength could not be so accurate.

She's giving him a chance, and she's perfecting his face.

Otherwise, he would not be like her object in the morning, who was defeated by Su Jiu's move, and he would also be beaten in embarrassment.

Su Jiu was reminding him in disguise that the speed of casting spells with her was in vain.

Zhang Propanol has always known that Su Jiu is very strong, but what Su Jiu shows next is still constantly breaking his cognition.

He thought that he was a good existence among the monks of the same level, but he was extremely embarrassed in the face of Su Jiu's every move, even if he barely caught Su Jiu's move, it was her deliberate.

In his opinion, the rhythm of this competition is completely in Su Jiu's hands.

This female cultivator is very good at calculating when fighting, not only her own moves, but also his moves, which are completely expected by her, from beginning to end, he has always been the one who is contained.

Su Jiu's movement speed was so fast that he remembered the momentary displacement she had in the morning before she defeated the enemy with one move. At the same time, I also experienced the aggrieved feeling of the same style of the person.

Hit the back, his eyes were almost completely useless, relying on his perception to judge her direction, but to make matters worse, his perception couldn't keep up with Su Jiu's movement speed.

In Zhang Bingol's opinion, Su Jiu's attacks were always unexpected. Where her next move will fall, I'm afraid only she can know.

But in fact, Su Jiu felt that she was really just attacking normally, and she didn't deliberately hide her body shape and aura.

In this way, it can only be attributed to the word "fast".

Su Jiu did release water, or a large amount of water, but she also remembered that there was no deep hatred in the ring, and there was such a thing as leaving three points of face.

So Su Jiu pondered, and after almost half a quarter of an hour, he kicked Zhang Propanol out of the ring, along with his sword......

Zhang Propanol is actually not weak among the monks of the same level, in fact, not only is it not weak, but also a little strong, his natal magic weapon is better than most monks in this session, it is a high-grade spiritual weapon, and its prototype is also a sword.

In the past, it was able to keep some leeway when fighting most monks, but today it has encountered hard stubble, which makes it feel that it has suffered a major blow.

When Zhang Propanol was kicked off the stage, he didn't get up immediately, and he didn't seem to have come back to his senses.

Until his attendant walked in front of him, "Young Master, Young Master, are you okay?"

The child's face was full of anxiety, and he looked very anxious.

Zhang Bingol shook his head and stood up.

Although that kick looked ruthless, it didn't hurt at all now, and at a glance, he knew that Su Jiu was obviously controlling his strength.

The cold white clothes approached him again, causing him to reflexively look across the road.

I saw that Su Jiu's face was still very pale, as if this competition had not affected her in any way.

But it's also true, he has always been the one who has been affected.

The propanol couldn't help but ask, "May I ask, what kind of cultivation are you?"

Su Jiu was slightly stunned for a moment, and then slowly opened his mouth, "The Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant Period." ”

Zhang Bingol suddenly laughed, "I only thought that you were in the late Yuan Infant like me, but I didn't expect to surpass me." It's just that there is still a trace of doubt in his heart, could it be that the gap in strength between the later stage and the Great Perfection is so big?

Su Jiu saw that the person was okay and left.

Only Zhang Propanol was still looking at Su Jiu's distant back, and he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, "The gap between people is really difficult to measure." ”

Xiao Tong smiled beside him and said, "The young master is extremely talented, and in more than ten years, he will definitely be able to reach the level of Su Daoyou." ”

Zhang Bingol shook his head and didn't speak, he had practiced bone observation, so he knew Su Jiu's bone age, such a genius could be said to be an existence that ordinary people could not reach.

However, he didn't talk about these things to Xiao Tong, but said lightly: "Don't say that I am extremely talented in the future." ”

Because these four words, when they were spoken in front of that person, they only felt extremely ridiculous.

Xiao Tong was puzzled, but he didn't ask, those who could do things by Zhang Propanol's side had some eyesight, and he naturally saw the depression on the young master's face.

And these are probably brought to him by the nun who left.

......

Although the two realms are separated, the speed of time in their space is still the same.

After several years of recuperation, Lan Ziyi has long recovered his body.

Yun Huanling was also completely immersed in the remote lookout.

For three years, to this day, he has spent more time at the lookout than anywhere else combined.

He just passed through the lookout without sleep, looking at the stars in the sky, and observing the stars one by one.

At this time, Lan Ziyi pushed the door in, looked at Yun Huanling's somewhat thin back, and couldn't bear to say, "The turmoil three years ago may have been just an accident." ”