"Huashen Peak, how can we know that autumn will win."
In the gentle announcement of Senior Sister Danxiafeng, Qin Gengyun slowly walked to the sidelines. Exiting with him was Zhang Ling, who was foaming at the mouth and convulsing, and was carried away by several people.
At this time, none of the outer disciples had come back to their senses.
Especially looking at Senior Brother Zhang Ling, who was originally so chic and elegant, now being carried out like a leper.
His hair was disheveled, his clothes were messy, and his whole body was dirty. How could he be described as a wretched man?
"Senior Brother Zhang, woo woo woo"
At this moment, the image of the almost invincible god in everyone's minds collapsed.
"Hey, why does this scene look familiar?"
Someone suddenly reacted:
"Well, aren't Zhou Ling'er and Xu Caihe both beaten by He Zhiqiu until their hair is disheveled and in a miserable state?"
"Who would have thought that Qiu is not only a ruthless man who destroys flowers, but also a destructive maniac who specializes in catching the most beautiful and beautiful geniuses!"
"Isn't this very similar to Ruomei? Anyone who fights Ruomei ends up in the same mess!"
"Damn it, it's true!"
There was a discussion around, and Ruomei, who was standing quietly aside, was inexplicably classified as a destructive maniac like He Zhiqiu.
Qin Gengyun walked outside the court, and Liusu greeted him with a smile:
"Brother, you are so bad and don't save anyone any face!"
Qin Gengyun patted her head: "I save face for my opponent, but my opponent will not save face for me."
Liusu looked in the direction of Ruomei with a smile: "Brother, I also think that Ruomei is very similar to you. They always make moves without leaving any room for others, but you are pretending to be stupid, and she is pretending to be cute."
At this time, Ruomei was looking towards Qin Gengyun. When she saw this, she immediately looked away. Liusu caught her and said excitedly:
"Just look, let me tell you, Ruomei is also interested in you. It turns out that only perverts attract perverts."
"If my sister-in-law comes back and sees you hooking up with another girl, I don't know what she will think, haha!"
Qin Gengyun didn't speak, just looked at Ruomei quietly.
Liusu waved her little hand in front of his eyes: "Hey, brother, aren't you? My sister-in-law has only been away for a few days. You don't really have a crush on other women, do you?"
At this time, the magic circle on the high platform was activated again, and the four names were spinning rapidly, and finally there were two left——
Lan Yin, Wu Yiren.
"Wow!"
"It's actually the two of them?"
"Needless to say, Lan Yin will definitely want to be the princess. Do you still want to be the consort?"
"Hahaha, is soft rice that delicious?"
The male disciples all laughed, even though Mo Xiaolan had already proved with her strength yesterday that she was not a softie.
But people who are jealous that he stole the princess will not care about this. It should be black, but it is still black.
"Brother Lan, let's go."
Wu Yiren affectionately pulled Mo Xiaolan to the field, which even caused a round of boos.
In broad daylight, you two are holding hands like this, do you still have any shame? Do you still have a sense of public morality?
There were sparks of jealousy in the eyes of the male disciples, and tears of envy flowed from the mouths of the female disciples.
This melon is so sweet!
Noila Mo was a little helpless and looked back at Qin Gengyun and Liusu. Liusu waved his fist at her.
Third sister, come on, don’t reveal your secret!
Walking into the field, Mo Xiaolan broke away from Wu Yiren's hand, cupped her hand and said:
"Martial Sister, although you and I are friends, the outer sect competition is not a child's play. I hope you can go all out."
Wu Yiren smiled sweetly: "Okay, Senior Brother Lan, let's have a good fight. If you can't beat me, I won't tell my father that you will be my consort."
Huh!
There was another burst of boos all around.
Tsk tsk tsk, this sour smell, are you two fighting or feeding the dogs?
Mo Xiaolan was a little helpless and couldn't help, so she could only smile and said: "In that case, sister Wu, be careful."
Wu Yiren's beautiful eyes were shining, and she was also smiling: "Senior Brother Lan, the same is true for you."
The two of them each drew out their long swords. Wu Yiren was wearing a white dress embroidered with clouds and a beaded jade hairpin, with long hair like a waterfall. She held the hilt of the sword in her slender jade hands, with a rippling smile in her eyes.
Even if she is not a princess, her appearance and temperament are enough to charm countless young talents.
The male disciples around were stunned.
"It's so beautiful."
In the midst of sighing, Wu Yiren gave a sweet scold, twisted her slender waist, and slashed out her long sword. A white dragon flew out from the tip of the sword and rushed towards Mo Xiaolan!
Liusu was surprised: "This princess has great talent!"
The last time Wu Yi and Mo Xiaolan fought, they used the Golden Dragon Art of the Western Palace.
But this time, she has integrated the Golden Dragon Art into the Taishang Ruxin Sword. The golden dragon has turned into a white dragon, with the same power, but also more agile and faster.
It is said that Her Royal Highness the Seventh Princess of the Western Dynasty has amazing talent in cultivation, and it seems that what they say is true.
It's just that Wu Yiren grew up in a greenhouse. Although his cultivation is powerful, he has never really fought with life and death, and his actions are a bit immature.
Just like now, she uses big moves as soon as she comes up, leaving no room for herself at all.
Noila Mo had figured out her move a long time ago, and she disappeared in a flash, easily dodging Bai Long's attack.
Wu Yiren became more competitive, swung his long sword, Bailong's body turned around, and jumped into the air, where Mo Xiaolan's figure happened to appear.
"Brother Lan, I caught you!"
A proud smile appeared on Wu Yiren's face. She was a princess after all. She had never lost since she was a child. Even if she faced the man she loved, she still wanted to win.
However, Mo Xiaolan's figure disappeared again, and Bailong took one bite but missed it.
The next moment, Mo Xiaolan appeared behind Wu Yiren, the tip of the sword shook, and a sword energy like a flower floated out.
Wu Yiren was startled and ran away in panic: "You do this again!"
The same was true the last time she lost to Mo Xiaolan. The opponent always refused to fight her head-on and always attacked from those annoying angles, which made her confused.
Wu Yiren had just dodged a sword qi, and another sword qi flew toward her chest. Wu Yiren's cheeks turned red:
"Brother Lan, you are so annoying!"
The disciples around him couldn't bear it anymore.
Damn it, can you still fight well?
Do you have the nerve to use this kind of fisting and promiscuity in public?
Noila Mo was startled and a little embarrassed.
As a woman, she naturally didn't think there was anything wrong with attacking Wu Yiren's chest, she just thought this angle was the most suitable.
Looking at it now, Wu Yiren misunderstood that he was flirting with her through the competition.
Alas, pretending to be a man is so difficult.
Mo Xiaolan had no choice but to swing her sword, and the sword energy that stabbed Wu Yiren's chest instead stabbed her back.
This change of move was also caught off guard. Wu Yiren hurriedly blocked it and couldn't help but blame Mo Xiaolan:
"Brother Lan, you bullied me again!"
There is no trace of the seriousness of a monk fighting in this tone, it is just flirting.
Mo Xiaolan said helplessly: "Martial sister, you can't beat me like this."
Wu Yiren's beautiful eyes flashed and she suddenly laughed: "Brother Lan, don't be too complacent. Look at me again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yiren suddenly shouted, and a powerful spiritual energy suddenly burst out from his body.
The surrounding spiritual pressure surged out, and the outer disciples' breathing was stagnant.
"Golden elixir!"
"She actually broke through to the golden elixir before the battle!"
(End of chapter)
