"You, how can you do this?" Zhan Hong realized after tears, and really wanted to clap his hands with everyone, but he was unguarded, and a slightly angry voice sounded.

Looking back with Jia Jia, it was a female cultivator with a lovely appearance of the thirteenth layer of Qi cultivation, looking at the clapping hands of everyone around her, she couldn't help but say angrily.

Zhan Hong snorted disdainfully in tears, she really wanted to speak, but she didn't want Jia Jia to speak one step ahead of him, she said: "If you don't like Lin Qingyan, you don't like it, since she has shown her defeat, why do you have to pretend to be sorry? Who is this deceiving?"

"Not bad!" Zhan Hongxian hurriedly added, "If we want to pretend to be sorry, then we also want her to have that capital." But it's a pity, she Lin Qing said, I can't look down on Zhan Hong's tears!" Zhan Hongxian said, her chin was raised, compared to the cute female cultivator who was both embarrassed and a little lacking in confidence, she was really full of aura.

The female cultivator opened her mouth and looked at Jia Jia and Zhan Honghong, but in the end she didn't say anything, and left the sight of the two of them stupidly.

The two smiled at each other, and then looked at the stage. After a while, the situation had been reversed, and Lin Qingyan and her Wind Beast circled around the monks on the fighting platform, throwing out the blood-devouring beads, thunder charms and other items that had appeared before from time to time, which could be described as full of momentum.

And the other sword cultivator standing on the stage held the sword in his hand as always, but his eyes were clear, and his swordsmanship made it not messy. Although it is controlled everywhere, there is no gap in the sword domain under that sword.

This kind of heart, this kind of swordsmanship, is that Jia Jia couldn't help but nod and sigh secretly when she saw it. Compared with Lin Qingyan, she was obviously more optimistic about this monk.

"No arrogance, no impatience. Good swordsmanship!" Jia Jia Zheng nodded secretly. A male voice commenting on the head and feet sounded in Jia Jia's ears at this time.

Jia Jia looked at the man who spoke. But it's a male cultivator with an ordinary face. It's just that this view is very similar to my own.

The monk looked back with a sense of perceiving. Facing Jia Jia's eyes, he hurriedly saluted: "It turns out that it is a fairy! ”

The sound of talking here successfully attracted Zhan Hong's attention, but when he saw Zhan Hong's tears, he seemed to look over, and when his eyes touched the monk, he "hissed" and said, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?"

The monk smiled and shook his head, but his expression did not show any humility. He only said: "There are hundreds of thousands of Kunlun monks, how can the fairy have seen them one by one, not to mention, a certain is just an ordinary monk." ”

"Oh, that's it!" Zhan Hong nodded at him with tears, "It's rude!"

"It doesn't matter. The monk smiled and looked back at Shang Jia's slightly puzzled gaze, and couldn't help chuckling: "Why does the fairy look down like this?" he said, touching his face, and said, "I still have self-knowledge in this face. Not to mention the side, the fairy is facing his master and brother every day. You're not going to be interested in my face?"

"Daoyou is a second person!" Jia Jia smiled, "This kind of temperament that is not shocked is different from others!"

The monk smiled, but this smile was indifferent, and there was a faint embarrassment in it.

As if to break the awkward atmosphere now, the monk rolled his eyes, looked at the crowd in a circle in the distance, and pulled at Jiajia's clothes, "Which one is the fairy more favorable?"

"I don't bet!" Jia Jia glanced at the crowd over there, then withdrew her gaze and continued to look at the stage.

The ordinary-looking monk touched his nose, looked at Jiajia, saw that she looked focused, and then looked at Zhan Hong's tears, which had successfully been sucked away, and quietly retreated into the crowd.

With such an unrecognizable appearance, it was soon difficult to find him in the crowd.

It seems to have reconciled Jia Jia's conjecture, the sword cultivator on the fighting platform, although it looks very passive, is unexpectedly calm, no matter how many strange magic weapons Lin Qingyan makes, although he is a little dangerous, but he can always turn the danger into a disaster, and he can't help but make the monk who was a little unoptimistic about him gradually look at him.

And Lin Qingyan, who was originally powerful and had endless magic weapons, said that although people couldn't figure out how many things she still had in her hands, it was obvious that compared to the monk, her spiritual power was a little insufficient. No matter what the result of this competition will be, I believe that the strength of that sword cultivator is definitely not low in everyone's hearts.

Jia Jia thought about it, looked at the rostrum, but happened to see Song Wufang nodding slightly in the direction of the sword cultivator, presumably, he was also extremely optimistic about this sword cultivator!

The sword cultivator also saw that Lin Qingyan was already at the end of the crossbow, and took advantage of the past move, and said softly: "Fairy, you admit defeat! If not, my next move will be the strongest move in the sword technique, presumably the fairy will not be able to get hurt at that time!"

He originally had good intentions, but unexpectedly, Lin Qingyan snorted coldly: "If you don't want to cultivate at home, you dare to persuade me to stop?"

That sword cultivator was furious at the moment, and he was even more ruthless, a sword attacked Lin Qingyan, Lin Qingyan took a few steps back, but his eyes squinted at that sword cultivator at this time, it seemed to be an instinct, sensing the danger coming. Jian Xiu hurriedly put away his sword and retreated, but it was still a step too late, and Lin Qingyan suddenly popped out three ordinary-looking iron pills from his hand.

Lin Qingyan's eyes, Jia Jia, who had exchanged hands with her a few times, could of course notice it, and when she was shocked, she couldn't help but exclaim "not good", but it was already too late.

Although he didn't know what this iron pill was, looking at the power of the iron pill's explosion, Jia Jia couldn't help but be shocked, and the dust on the fighting platform was flying, even if his eyesight was good, he couldn't see clearly what happened to the sword cultivator who received three iron pills from the dust flying high.

Only faintly, Song Wufang's voice seemed to be heard in his ears: "How can she have ......?"

However, after all, the aftermath of the explosion was too loud, and even if Jia Jia tried to prick up her ears, she couldn't hear anything from it.

After the flying dust.

The figure on the fighting platform gradually flashed, and the original two people and one beast turned into three people at some point, and the wind beast was also affected in the explosion, and only part of the body of the wind beast could be seen on the fighting platform, and the rest was gone.

Treat his own spirit beast, Lin Qingyan has always been like this, it was originally only a treasure hunting mouse, but now this wind beast, Jia Jia only felt a cold from the soles of his feet to his heart. Lin Qingyan said that even if he didn't cherish such great blessings and didn't cherish his spirit beasts, there would still be countless spirit beasts flocking to him, and he was really favored by God.

Lin Qingyan's face turned a little pale, and the sword cultivator who couldn't afford to the ground over there was obviously injured internally, but seeing that he was sane and clear, he shouldn't have ruined his cultivation path like the previous ones.

And the monk standing between Lin Qingyan and the sword cultivator was the white-faced and bearded Ming Dao elder Yin Feng, who was rumored to be the master of Shen Liguang, the first seat of Ming Zhaofeng, so it should be in the same vein as Lin Qingyan.

Jia Jia looked this Ming Dao elder up and down, resident in Luojianya, Gu Lang invited this person, now, can it be regarded as a shot?

Jia Jia's gaze slowly moved down from his face to his hand, but he saw that he was holding two iron balls between his right hand with his cuffs, and his expression was solemn.

"Who are you?" Lin Qingyan frowned and asked, "Even if you are an elder in the sect, you can't interfere in the affairs of my Dharma Fighting Platform!"

"Yin Feng!" Elder Mingdao said lightly, "Go back and ask Shen Liguang on behalf of the old man, once the old man has been in retreat for many years, his new apprentice who is not a good disciple doesn't know who the old man is?"

Although the voice was faint, it used the Kunlun secret technique to resound throughout the Tibetan Sword Blade, and everyone was surprised, they really didn't expect that it would be him who stopped it.

Only then did he reveal his identity, and two foundation building monks struggled out of the crowd and fell to the ground: "Disciple see Master!"

Lin Qingyan swept her eyes, and she could already see that these two were Miao Ruoyao and Tang An, and from her perspective, she could also see the corners of Miao Ruoyao's lips hooked lightly and Tang An's appearance of glaring at her.

Lin Qingyan pursed her lips, and several thoughts flashed through her mind for a while, but in the end, she still froze into the face of the master, bent down slightly, bent her feet, and saluted with some difficulty: "Disciple see master!"

Yin Feng saw her unwillingness, the unwillingness of a small foundation building monk, he still wouldn't take it seriously, no matter how much he jumped left and right, it would be difficult to jump to affect his status, so he said in a deep voice: "How can this kind of thing be used on the fighting platform, and the fighting method below must not be used again!"

"Back to Shigong, it's gone!" Lin Qingyan's appearance was also faint, with obvious perfunctory.

Hearing that she said no, maybe it was out of instinct, Jia Jia let out a long sigh of relief, and then looked in the direction of the fighting platform, but she didn't know what the final result of this fighting would be.

Yin Feng looked at Mei Qihe and the other four people on the fighting platform, all looked here, coughed lightly, and said, "You ...... this fighting method."

Before the words fell, Lin Qingyan raised his head suddenly, staring at Yin Feng coldly: "The Kunlun Gate rules don't say that this thing is not allowed to be used when fighting the law, and the disciple has not committed a foul, so he will never admit defeat!"

Yin Feng opened his mouth, only to find out that it was true. Although she made a shocking move, she really did not violate the door rules, and when he opened his mouth, didn't he force his disciples to admit defeat? Regardless of whether this person was from his line or not, he couldn't stand up when he said it, and he couldn't help but feel a little difficult.

Yin Feng's difficulty, the sword cultivator also saw it in his eyes, and suddenly spoke up at this time: "Thank you for saving me." This fairy is right, the door rules do not stipulate this, my skills are not as good as others, I admit defeat!" The sword Xiu stood up as he spoke, looked at Lin Qingyan and said: "Fairy, I admit this game." May the fairy always be blessed and lucky!" )

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