Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Hundreds of flying swords turned into streams of light and stabbed down. Guo Yue's eyes widened and he shouted, and a protective light appeared on his hard body.
The sound of ding ding ding kept ringing, and the flying sword quickly pierced the light curtain. Guo Yue screamed and squatted down with his head in his hands.
The remaining ninety or so flying swords suddenly stopped a few inches above his head.
Zhao Zhen stood not far away, standing like a mountain, and said calmly:
"Senior Brother Guo, do you want to continue?"
Guo Yue waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, Junior Brother Zhao, I admit defeat!"
Although he had a strong body, he had no confidence that he could stop the "Hundred Swords Formation" which was famous for its killing power.
"Senior Brother Zhao is so strong!!"
"We didn't even use puppets, we just used the sword formation to win!"
"I suddenly felt that Senior Brother Zhao is so handsome!"
The female disciples who had just shouted how powerful Zhang Ling was were now impressed by Zhao Zhen's charisma.
Jian Yue on the stage smiled at Zheng Shengmo again:
"Master Zheng, your disciple has indeed won, congratulations."
Zheng Shengmo was startled and said quickly: "Thank you very much."
Shi Shuhong and Wei Shouyuan's expressions turned ugly again. Ye Xiyue was so cold and arrogant that few people had ever seen her smile, but today she smiled twice at Zheng Shengmo.
Could it be that Fatty Zheng actually got there first?
In this way, not only did he get Ye Xiyue's body, but he also got the help of the top-grade innate spiritual roots. Wouldn't he be able to advance to the realm of divine transformation soon? !
Deep jealousy and resentment surged in their hearts.
No, Zheng Shengmo must not be allowed to successfully break through to become a god!
Jian Yue sneered in her heart, Ye Xiyue, you see, I made these three old perverts suspicious of each other with a little trick.
Your immortal body is controlled in every way, how can I, the demon child, be as free and unrestrained as I am?
Tantai Mingyue suddenly said: "Xiyue, you have changed a lot recently."
Jian Yue regained her coolness: "Maybe the injury has not healed yet."
Tantai Mingyue looked at her and said nothing.
The five peak masters each had their own thoughts and concerns, but Chun Ningzhi, who was standing behind Zheng Shengmo, was filled with joy.
Xiyue is so enthusiastic about my master, must it be because of me, right?
Could it be that Xiyue finally understood what I meant but was too embarrassed to express it clearly, so she wanted Master to agree to the matter between me and her?
The more Chun Ningzhi thought about it, the happier she became, looking at Ye Xiyue tenderly.
Junior sister Xiyue, you are so stupid, why don't you tell me your feelings directly?
"This man is so powerful, Senior Brother Lan, can you beat him?"
Under the stage, a group of female disciples were cheering. Wu Yiren was not that infatuated. There were many masters in the West Palace. She had seen them since she was a child and was not surprised by this. At this time, she was curiously asking Mo Xiaolan.
Mo Xiaolan said: "This Senior Brother Zhao's sword formation is pretty good."
But Daoyou Biqiu is much worse.
Mo Xiaolan remembered that she had seen the sword formation used by Qiu Zhihe. Even if it was the "Hundred Swords Formation", its power was not the same as that of Zhao Zhen.
I have all seen a banquet between Manchu and Han Dynasties. Now when I look at an ordinary braised pork knuckle, I naturally feel nothing.
Wu Yiren stared at him: "What's so good? If you meet him, you must win, otherwise I will ignore you!"
Noila Mo was surprised: "Why?"
"because."
Wu Yiren opened his eyes wide, but could not continue speaking.
You can't say that if you want to be a prince-in-law, you can't be too weak, right?
"Martial Sister, it seems it's your turn to play."
Liusu in front turned around and said.
"ah?"
Wu Yiren was stunned and immediately reacted:
"Oh, yes, it's my turn. It's all your fault that everyone has forgotten about it!"
After saying that, he glared at Noila Mo coquettishly, and then jumped into the field.
As soon as Wu Yiren appeared on the stage, the discussion was even louder than that of Zhang Ling and Zhao Zhen.
"Is this the seventh princess of the Western Dynasty?"
"The Western Dynasty captured Xiyue Peak's third senior sister, how dare she stay in Zhenyang Sect?"
"Si Minglan killed her eldest brother. Speaking of which, Zhenyang Sect is in the wrong. Why can't she stay here?"
"It is said that the Western Dynasty has collected many ancient techniques. If you can win the favor of the Seventh Princess, joining the Western Dynasty as a consort would be a good choice."
This time, many male disciples cast strange glances at Wu Yiren.
The three major sects of the Western Dynasty and the Eastern Xiu Dynasty coexisted, and there were countless ancient techniques and rare treasures in the palace.
If you could marry this seventh princess, you would have a lot of cultivation resources at your disposal, and you would avoid a hundred years of detours. Wouldn't it be better than struggling to become an inner disciple in the Zhenyang Sect and then have a bright future?
Many people are already secretly thinking about Wu Yiren.
Standing opposite Wu Yiren at this time was Zhuang Jin, a disciple of Jietian Peak.
This person was also a well-known casual cultivator before joining the Zhenyang Sect, and he had reached the peak of foundation building.
He smiled at Wu Yiren and cupped his hands: "I have met Her Highness the Princess. My name is Zhuang Jin. I have heard for a long time that Her Highness the Princess is beautiful and beautiful, and her cultivation is profound. The sight of her today is far beyond imagination. I am willing to pass the advice to Her Highness to help her sharpen her spear and move forward! But please don’t forget me, Princess.”
He did not call "junior sister" but "your highness" instead, and even said without hesitation that he was willing to let Wu Yiren win.
This is no longer a fight, it's just the princess recruiting her consort.
"This Zhuang Jin is so cunning! He actually got the first step!"
There were also many male disciples who had the same thoughts. Seeing Zhuang Jin blatantly trying to please Wu Yiren, these people couldn't help but stamp their feet and shout that they were a step too late.
"OK!"
Wu Yiren drew out his sword and winked at Mo Xiaolan proudly.
You see, there are so many men who like me, why don’t you hurry up?
Noila Mo was smiling and as calm as water.
Wu Yiren snorted, waved his hand and slashed towards Zhuang Jin with several sword beams.
The two quickly fought together, but Zhuang Jin was obviously letting off steam, and was beaten back by Wu Yiren. In the end, the long sword in his hand was chopped off by a sword, and he surrendered:
"Her Royal Highness Princess has great magical power, Zhuang Jin admires her."
After saying that, he whispered to Wu Yiren: "Your Highness, I was unclear about a few things just now. Is it convenient for you to confirm your experience with me tonight?"
Wu Yiren ignored him at all, turned around and walked back to Mo Xiaolan, smiling sweetly:
"Senior Brother Lan, there were a few things I didn't understand just now. Can you confirm your experience with me later?"
Zhuang Jin stared at this scene blankly, remembering that his performance just now was like a clown, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a pop, and was quickly carried down by several disciples from Huashen Peak.
The other male disciples who were thinking of being a "consort" also stared at Noila Mo.
Damn it, this guy actually got the upper hand!
Noila Mo sighed in her heart and said gently to Wu Yiren: "Okay, Junior Sister Wu, I also want to confirm it with you."
When Wu Yiren heard that he agreed in front of so many people, she felt ashamed and happy in her heart, and she said in a sweet voice:
"Who wants to confirm with you? You are a scumbag!"
But the smile on his face could not be suppressed.
Liusu quietly gave a thumbs up to Noila Mo.
Third sister, you are still the best, both men and women are welcome!
In the fourth game, it was Qin Gengyun’s turn.
He strode onto the field with a gentle smile on his face.
Xia Qinglian looked at him steadily, her heartbeat quickened, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
My husband's cultivation has improved again.
Soon, Xia Qinglian's smile disappeared.
Qin Gengyun's opponent is a female disciple.
A charming female disciple.
(End of chapter)
