"It's the confusing sound! Sure enough, even monks in the Concentration Realm will be swayed by the confusing sound without knowing it!"
Qingyun sighed secretly.
After the slight tremor took less than half a breath, Qin Yun's pupils became quiet again, and even he himself didn't realize what happened.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Dan Chen's calm face was calm and calm, as if a storm was about to come. His eyes were silent, like a sharp sword, staring closely at Qin Yun's waistband.
"Um?"
Following the opponent's gaze downward, Qin Yun suddenly realized that his right hand had been pressed on the hilt of the sword at some point, and the undetectable hum of the sword seemed to roar with hidden reluctance!
Not to mention Qin Yun's own confusion, except for a few people in the venue, almost everyone was confused.
Being able to become a genius disciple of Jian Qingfeng, he cannot be a stupid person. He quickly figured out the key. When he understood, the eyes he looked at Long Fushi quickly became solemn.
"No wonder you dare to speak arrogantly, you really have some tricks."
Yes, the art of speaking the law is too ancient and powerful. It is even rumored that this art is an immortal art that can only be practiced after returning to the spirit, and cannot be used in the fairyland.
His mind must have been affected by this woman's words or some secret technique, and he dispersed the attack on his own.
It's just that if the other party is also a high-level monk who cultivates spiritual consciousness, if a mere Yuan Hua realm junior can also influence him, Qin Yun will have to be cautious.
At this time, Dan Chen remained silent. He just looked deeply at Long Fushi behind Qingyun, and then left without making another move. He seemed not to want to wade into this muddy water.
What returned his gaze was a pair of equally unpredictable and beautiful eyes.
"Essentially, there is no inevitable causal relationship between arrogance and means. But if my relatives and friends are bullied, then I must stand up."
Long Fushi used a smile and sharp words to scratch Qin Yun's remaining face, then gently patted Qingyun's shoulder to signal him to put down his weapon, and then stepped back from his not-so-burly body. And out.
Her figure is quite slender, and she has an indescribable tenderness and beauty. She can easily make the opposite sex feel pity from the bottom of her heart with every smile.
But the more she behaved like this, the calmer Qin Yun became, and he felt more and more that the strange power similar to the words he spoke just now was most likely hidden in the other party's voice.
However, the reason why he was able to detect it so keenly was because of Dan Chen's talisman. This was also one of the reasons that made him feel aggrieved.
"Composing a poem..."
Qingyun didn't understand what Long Fushi wanted to do, so he couldn't help but call out.
"Don't you want to see me take part in the competition?"
This was a confusing sound that resounded directly in Qingyun's heart, and only he could hear it.
"Um?"
Before he could react in shock, Long Fushi's magical and sweet voice continued:
"It's useless to talk too much. I know that Jingdong Tianlong composes poems and asks fellow Taoist Qingxu Tian for advice!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
Watching Long Fushi walking towards the school so decisively, the young master never expected that someone as delicate as her would actually give him a big surprise in this way.
Similarly, Qin Yun also did not expect that the woman named Long Fu Shi would personally declare war on their dignified Qingxu Tian disciples.
"This woman is only at the seventh or eighth level of the Yuanhua Realm. Although she can barely be considered a genius in Kyushu, her aura alone is not very strong. Could it be that she wants to delay time and wait for the seniors from Zhijing Cave Heaven to come and suppress the battle? ? Or is it that she has confidence in her own 'secret method' to win?"
With lightning flashing in his mind, Qin Yun quickly denied his conjecture.
Because there are many high-level monks hidden in many places around, whether in the stands or on the periphery, most of them are people who know Jingdongtian.
These powerful men watching overtly and covertly are nothing more than goddesses who want to peek into their future.
And although the evil succubus Qinglian is called a follower of Long Fu Shi, if she really has any background in the sect, the monks should have come forward long before the conflict intensified, and they would never wait until Now.
"What? Qinglian is still at the ninth level of the Yuanhua Realm, and the cultivators still bully the younger ones. The little girl is only at the seventh level of the Yuanhua Realm, and the Taoist friends of Qingxutian are scared of the stage?"
As soon as these words came out, Qin Yun raised his sword eyebrows fiercely, feeling angry and angry in his heart, and said to himself:
"This woman is so scheming."
Let's not talk about whether they could stand up for what happened before, but now they are actually being kicked in the face by a Yuan Hua realm junior.
Qin Yun knew very well that Long Fushi's words had directly blocked their escape route, and they had to fight. Moreover, monks above the concentration level could not be allowed to take action. Otherwise, Qingxu Tian's "despicability" of using the big to bully the small and defeating the small with more would be confirmed. act.
At this time, He Bai and Yao Pofeng also came to Qingyun. The second young master put his hands on his hips, put his head close to Qingyun's ear, and asked in a low voice:
"Brother Yun, which song is Sister Long singing this from?"
"Hey, it seems that Fu Shi really wants to stand up for Mengxun and A-Lian."
Qingyun shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Ah? Yun Lang, Sister Fu Shi...can she do it?"
The little fox stammered.
At this time, Alian had already taken advantage of the crowd to put on a mask and hairpin to cover up her evil aura again.
After knowing each other for so long, she had never seen Long Fushi take action. Even Qingyun himself thought that Long Fushi might not be as good at fighting as Yao Mengxun.
"Sister, she is very strong."
But at this time, a delicate voice came from behind He Bai.
"Qingdi? You mean..."
He Bai looked at Long Qingdi who suddenly made a sound in surprise. At the same time, Qin Yun also chuckled and then said:
"Long Dao is friendly and courageous. Indeed, it is useless to say more. Then...Liang Yi, it is up to you to discuss things with Long Dao and settle this matter."
"yes!"
The person who answered with cupped fists was an inconspicuous young man among the disciples of Qingxu Tian.
The man was wearing the standard uniform of a sect disciple, and his appearance was ordinary, with medium-sized eyes, medium-thin and medium-thick lips, and a nose that was neither flat nor straight. He really looked like the kind of person who would blink if he was in a crowd. The appearance of a stone sinking into the sea.
But just like Qin Yun, the radiant sword at his waist made his identity as a swordsman blind.
Moreover, this man is a little different from ordinary swordsmen. His sword has no scabbard.
I don't know if it's because the sword is too long to be sheathed, or if it's because his understanding of the art of swordsmanship has returned to his original nature.
"mean!"
Seeing this, Yao Pofeng spat fiercely in the direction where Qin Yun was standing, and even the young master's pupils shrank slightly.
The unformed but looming pressure of divine consciousness, and the powerful aura of half-stepping into the high level, are clearly the ninth level of the Yuanhua Realm, which is almost the same as Alian!
Yes, Qin Yun actually sent a top genius with the cultivation level of the ninth level of the Yuanhua Realm to "compete" with Long Fushi, who only had the seventh level of the Yuanhua Realm!
There is an old saying: "Nine levels of Yuanshen, one level is one Jiazi", which is used to describe the long time it takes to reach the nine-level small realm of Yuanhua.
Because although the life span of ordinary Yuan Hua realm monks can reach five hundred years, nine Jiazi has exceeded the upper limit of five hundred years.
This means that many monks will not be able to reach the ninth level of Yuan Hua even if their longevity is exhausted, and the condensation of each layer of Yuan Shen's afterbirth requires a huge amount of mana and countless resources.
Therefore, a large number of monks today will choose to try to break through around the third to sixth levels of Yuanhua.
Of course, the longer the time spent in the "infancy", the stronger the soul will be after breaking through to the state of concentration.
On the contrary, the sooner a breakthrough is made, even if it is successful by chance, the soul will become correspondingly weaker, and at the same time it will greatly hinder the monk's future promotion path.
Any young monk who can condense the soul's afterbirth to six levels or above is basically a genius in the sect. As for the nine-level soul transformation, he is a genius among geniuses with great perseverance and perseverance.
Among them, Dan Lin, the last of the Five Qingxu Sons, is the most outstanding representative.
It’s just that, in this Yuan Hua realm, which is jokingly called the “cocooning realm”, once you break through the ninth level, you will be very successful, but if you have to accept the death of the truth, you will definitely not do what you can...
Come to think of it, there aren't that many small secret realms with ancient spiritual energy in this world for low-level monks to wander around like a crucian carp crossing a river.
But having said that, this young man with an ordinary appearance may not be as good as the Danlin monster he once was, but his level of the ninth level of Yuan Hua is not compromised at all.
Although Yan Nanzhi won the battle with Alian, in the eyes of onlookers, he was actually bullying the small as Long Fushi said.
Therefore, Qin Yun knew that if he sent high-level monks to fight against him again, Qingxutian's face would be completely lost.
But since the opponent has the courage to call for battle, if they lose once, the sect's majesty will be wiped out.
Especially since he finally seized the opportunity to overpower Dan Chen and occupy the leadership, he must establish his own prestige and promote his majesty of Jian Qingfeng, and there must be no mistakes!
As a result, Qin Yun thought of sending a monk at the ninth level of the Yuanhua Realm to fight, just as a side kick to ensure a sure victory.
There is no complete fairness in this world, and the cultivation world has always followed the law of the weak and the strong. Therefore, except for Yao Pofeng who deliberately made his contemptuous noises louder, there were no particularly harsh comments in other places.
"Writing poems... is very strong?"
Long Fushi was the first to return to school, leaving everyone with the back of a woman as strong as a pine, who would rather break than bend.
But for some reason, Qingyun suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
It was as if he had never understood this delicate girl except for enjoying the other person's dedication and care.
When did she break through to the seventh level of Yuanhua Realm?
How far has her alchemy skills grown?
How can she defeat the powerful disciples of Qingxu Tian on the opposite side?
Many questions floated in my mind. In a trance, memories and back figures were intertwined. The dew on the white roses and black roses was falling, and Qingyun's nose was also a little sore.
Yes, it was the same for me back then.
It wasn't until the black gauze figure completely disappeared from heaven and earth that he realized what kind of pain and madness the four words haunting and dreaming described.
Even if she dreams back countless midnights and fills the endless sea of longing with tears, she can only get a few words about her past from others.
Just as he never knew that Xiao Luoyi was still a person who cherished flowers and loved them, Qingyun also knew for the first time that Long Fushi was not a weak woman without the power to restrain a chicken.
Ding Ding~: I’m really busy this year, so I can only update when I have time. I’m extremely sorry~
