Chapter 213 Hongying

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The time of a stick of incense.

Lingchu's heart moved slightly. There was a big problem here.

Above the cloud, someone also raised this issue.

"Senior Brother Yunlan, if you set the time limit for burning a stick of incense like this, it seems there will be a big problem." Zhenjun Jingxi's flawless white hands lightly tapped the blood-colored jade bracelet on her wrist, and the eyebrow feather belt looked like smoke in the distant mountains. With a hint of doubt.

"Indeed, if there is a disciple who deliberately delays the competition until the time of a stick of incense, then he will pass directly." As these words were spoken on the wrinkled face of Lord Aoki, there were even more wrinkles on his face.

True Lord Yunlan smiled casually, took out a bunch of crystal clear purple grapes from his sleeve, and ate them one by one. The grapes were very sweet, and the sweet Lord Yunlan narrowed his eyes comfortably, "That's not it. fine."

True Lord Yunlan's words made both True Lord Jingxi and True Lord Aoki fall into deeper doubts.

"To delay the time of a stick of incense, either, that disciple is really capable and can delay the time of a stick of incense. His fighting ability may not be strong, but he is a good escapist, so it would be good to go to that ancient battlefield, or, Is it really a good thing if a friend deliberately betrays someone and gets a quota? If he is not good at fighting or escaping, then why go to the ancient battlefield and seek death? If a disciple like this comes, he will be provoked. The elders of our sect are unhappy and looked down upon by our fellow disciples. Secondly, we can also see the flaws in our character. Thirdly, going to the ancient battlefield is in vain. I can only say that such a disciple can only be described as stupid. ." Zhenjun Yunlan said while eating the grapes in his hands. When he finished speaking, the grapes in his hands were just finished, without any delay.

"So, as long as some disciples are not deliberately acting for show and can hide a stick of incense with their own skills, I can consider him to be capable. If it is for show," True Lord Yunlan took out another moist and pink peach from his sleeve as he spoke. .

With a click, Lord Yunlan took a bite, and a faint fragrance overflowed.

"Besides, you have to trust your juniors."

After hearing these words, the doubts and worries on the faces of Zhenxi Zhenjun and Aoki Zhenjun were gone. Listening to the sound of gnawing peaches, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

On the Taoist stage.

Lingchu also noticed the time problem and turned to look at the other disciples. Apparently, many disciples had a look of surprise on their faces. However, Lingchu raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't think so in his heart.

Although this method of delaying time seems very tempting.

However, Lingchu didn't bother to do this. She had stayed in the underground arena for more than a year, and it was not in vain. She was not afraid of this third round of fighting. On the contrary, she was a little eager to try.

Lingchu thought about it, maybe it was because she had been fighting for more than a year. For more than a year, there had been fights every day. Now that they suddenly stopped fighting, she still missed it a little.

What's more, Lingchu raised his head slightly and looked at the clouds in the distance that seemed to cover most of the Dao Zhengtai.

Up there, there are still three Nascent Soul Masters watching, and below, on every stage, there are also Jindan Masters watching.

The sound of bamboo chimes sounded.

As Lingchu thought, at the beginning, most of the disciples would choose to wait and see, but as expected, not many people started.

"Hahaha! Come on!" A hearty and bold laughter rang out. A woman in red, carrying a tall sword, walked towards one of the arenas with bold strides. Every step, she stepped on the In the void, it was as if there were steps under your feet, stepping on them very tightly.

Lingchu's eyes fell on the face of the senior sister who had established the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. This senior sister was petite and had a baby face. She looked fair and tender, but she was carrying a sword that was taller than her. The murderous look on his face and his eagerness to try.

A large knife, with a phoenix spreading its wings at the end. In the mouth of the phoenix, there is a string of red tassels hanging with red beads. A faint red light flows on the blade, revealing a vague pressure.

It seems that this big knife should be very simple.

The first one to step onto the ring was the baby-faced senior sister who was carrying a sword. She thrust the sword into the ring with a phoenix bead in her hand. The ring made of indestructible lapis lazuli suddenly cracked into a gap. In the gap, there was still a faint light of fire flowing. .

If this is a blow to the monk's body,

The disciples on the Dao Zhengtai, ""

Lingchu opened his eyes slightly. This senior sister, whom Lingchu knew, was also included in the information given by Yu Xiaoxiao. It was still listed on the second page. Among the disciples of Neishan Foundation Establishment Dzogchen, she was a top-ranked disciple.

Her name is Hongying. No one knows the surname of Senior Sister Hongying. Maybe she is Hong.

Senior Sister Hongying was picked up by True Monarch Jie Kuang of Doutian Peak. She came to Sanqing Dao Sect when she was still a baby. I heard that when True Monarch Jie Kuang picked up Senior Sister Hongying with the phoenix bead-bearing sword, It was held in Senior Sister Hongying's arms.

This senior sister Hongying has good sword skills. I heard that she can cut mountains and rivers with her sword skills. She is also a body-refining monk with great strength and infinite strength.

He is a combative monk who can fight well.

The baby-faced swordsman monk Hongying raised her head and glanced sideways at the disciples below. Her red clothes were blown by the wind, her ink hair was flying, and she looked heroic.

However, all the disciples looked at each other, and for a while, no disciple came up.

"Come on, come on! Why are you just standing there stupidly!" After waiting on the ring for a while, no disciple came up to challenge. Senior Sister Hongying suddenly raised her eyebrows and shouted downwards.

His eyes moved around the faces of the disciples for a while, and finally fell on the face of one of them, "You, you, you, yes, it's you, Feng Qianshan, come up quickly, I've wanted to fight you for a long time. .”

Feng Qianshan, a disciple of Turtle Elephant Peak, is also a well-known figure among the disciples of Foundation Establishment Dzogchen. His native skills are superb and his defensive power is extremely outstanding. No one can match him among the disciples of Foundation Establishment.

One is outstanding in swordsmanship, and the other is outstanding in defense.

It would be really interesting if they got into a fight.

Lingchu looked over curiously. Feng Qianshan had a delicate face and a smile on his lips. He looked very good-tempered. When he saw Hongying pointing at him, his eyebrows raised. He moved slightly, the smile on his lips widened a little, and without saying anything, he flew up.

In fact, this is a battle for quotas. For other disciples, it is a dream come true. But for a disciple of the Foundation Establishment, fighting against another disciple of the Foundation Establishment, But it is an unwise choice.

Originally, each occupied a ring, and the chance of success in defending the ring was almost 100%. If there was a fight between Foundation Establishment Dzogchen Perfectionists, and one party was injured, the subsequent defense would be much more difficult.

However, as a disciple of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, a monk who is only one step away from the real Jindan, naturally there is no way to say that he is timid when being pointed at and named.

Unexpectedly, the first battle of the third round of the defense battle was a strong fight between the monks who established the Great Perfection of Foundation.