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Outside the square, the Sixth Young Master's hands were tightly clamped by Lao Yuan, who was raging with energy all over his body. The energy in his body was blocked in his meridians, making him extremely painful.
His eyes were wide open, and the canthus was about to burst. The black gold machete that was tightly entangled with the rope behind him began to shake violently with the drive of his mind.
Everyone around looked shocked when they saw this, and stepped back. There was no one within a few feet of him.
The old Heavenly Master in front of the Taoist temple was also a little out of breath at this time, looking at the blurry figure in the center of the snow cyclone with a complicated expression.
At the center of the cyclone, Xie Xiangcai held the wooden sword tightly in his palm. Every time he breathed out, the water vapor instantly turned into ice beads and fell to the ground, crisp and broken.
Xie Xiangcai still made no move.
Not far away, Shen Lianxue's hand holding the Snow Spirit Sword trembled slightly, and her delicate body staggered two steps back.
She raised a palm and wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead caused by over-instilling the original power.
Shen Lianxue suddenly became a little uneasy. She had poured most of her original energy into the snow cyclone, so why didn't she seriously injure Xie Xiangcai inside?
Outside the square, the Sixth Young Master suddenly stepped on the ground with his foot, causing the top of the mountain to tremble.
An instant later, the life-size machete whizzed, flying across the air and bringing up a black light. Just when the blade was about to slash at Lao Yuan, a sword aura rose out of thin air from the wind and snow cyclone.
There was only one sword energy, but this one made the whistling wind and snow hovering over the square suddenly become extremely silent.
The Sixth Young Master, who wanted to give Lao Yuan a heavy blow at the expense of his inner strength, suddenly stopped the offensive he was preparing. His eyes looked at the circular square in front of the Taoist Temple in surprise, and there was a huge green light in the sky.
The green light changed color in an instant and turned into a deep red color. At the same time, the temperature of the mountain suddenly increased, and the snow and wind cyclone that trapped the young man was quickly dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the other end of the square, Shen Lianxue, who was fully controlling the wind and snow cyclone, turned extremely pale in an instant. There was a "click" and a small crack appeared in the round jade pendant hanging under the hilt of the Snow Spirit Sword.
When Shen Lianxue saw the jade pendant shattered, her face became even more ugly. The pure original power condensed on the Snow Spirit Sword was rapidly dissipating.
The red light hovering in the whirlwind of wind and snow suddenly stagnated for a moment. In an instant, a wooden sword filled with flames rose into the sky. As the sword rotated, the fire waves spread out, and accurately shot into every two gusts of wind and snow. In the gap of strength.
In just a few breaths, the fire wave destroyed the cyclone like a torrent.
The wooden sword was inserted into a lighthouse not far away from the square with a "boring" sound. All the wind and snow energy above the square, together with the cold wind outside the mountain, disappeared.
The moment the cyclone dissipated, a young man in a green and white gown rose up from the ground and flew into the air, swooping down like an eagle, heading straight for Shen Lianxue on the other side of the square.
"Bang——"
Xie Xiangcai bent his palms into claws and came to Shen Lianxue with a crisp sonic boom.
Shen Lianxue, who was already in a weak state, had no time to react. Just as she was about to raise the Snow Spirit Sword to block the attack, Xie Xiangcai's palm was already slapping towards her chest.
The energy flowed down the five roots in Xie Xiangcai's Dantian to his right arm. However, before the energy arrived, his palm had already touched Shen Lianxue's chest.
Shen Lianxue's body suddenly stiffened, and instantly her cheeks turned red and she screamed.
Xie Xiangcai's expression suddenly froze, as if he realized something, he quickly withdrew his palm, stepped back quickly, his cheeks turned red and he forced away most of the energy gathered in his right arm.
"Ah - Xie Xiangcai - you gangster -"
Shen Lianxue slammed the Snow Spirit Sword in her hand to the ground, covered her pretty face with her two jade hands and screamed sharply.
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Outside the square, Lao Yuan looked at the changes in the square with eyes full of shock. When he saw Xie Xiangcai's disrespectful behavior towards Shen Lianxue before, his face was even more shocked. The aura of the Six Realms no longer covered up and soared into the sky.
However, just when he was about to take a step forward and reach Xie Xiangcai, the Sixth Young Master behind him had already made some movement. He held the huge handle of the black gold machete with one hand and slammed the machete towards Lao Yuan's back.
"boom--"
There was a dull sound, and Lao Yuan gasped in pain, and his body hit a small mountain peak not far away.
The small mountain peak collapsed suddenly, burying Lao Yuan's body in the rubble.
Shen Lianxue bit her lips tightly, her eyes red.
At this time, she felt extremely wronged, but because of her face, she did not cry "Wow" in front of everyone.
She stamped her feet vigorously, squatted down and picked up the Snow Spirit Sword from the ground. However, before she could stand up completely, her legs felt numb and weak, and then she fell to the ground.
Finally, Shen Liexue, the eldest lady who had never been wronged at home, buried her head in her knees and sobbed softly.
Xie Xiangcai stood there helplessly, looking at Shen Lianxue who was sitting on the ground, and then at the silent crowd under the stage.
Finally, someone recovered and exclaimed.
"Damn it, the eighth young master of Qingmeng City defeated the eldest lady of the Shen family... no... Mr. Shen?"
"The Eighth Young Master only used a wooden sword to defeat the entire attack of the Snow Spirit Sword?"
"This... Eighth Young Master beat me... to tears?"
Under the square, everyone looked at each other and looked at each other, obviously not expecting that the eighth son of Qingmeng City was so great.
In the Lotus Taoist Temple, the three elders of the Dzogchen Realm who were guarding Hu Jie were all looking at the scene in the pool with disbelief. Only Hu Jie had a look of "it should be taken for granted" on his face.
His expression was leisurely, but in fact he just breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Taking advantage of the interval when he lay down on the ground, he used a thousand-mile voice transmission to praise the Seventh Young Master, "Good boy" in his ear while he was drinking and having fun.
A bolder elder in the Taoist temple stepped forward, bowed to Hu Jie, held a whisk in his hand and hung his beard in his arm, and said respectfully, "I don't understand, I hope you, senior." explain."
The white-haired boy stretched out and waved to the three elders, motioning for them to come closer.
The three of them stepped forward respectfully. The white-haired boy took off his shoes without saying a word and knocked the three of them on the back of their heads in turn, making them dizzy and dizzy.
"You three have the nerve to claim to be the successor elders of the third generation on Yishan Mountain? Do you still swear that you are the purest monks in Daqing? Of course you don't even understand this truth?"
The three elders didn't know why, but Hu Jie stood up lazily.
He let down his long hair and looked out the window at the sea of clouds that was gradually dispersing.
"No, no, it's Xiaoyao..."
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After Shen Liangxue sobbed for a long time, she raised her head again. The hair on her forehead was wet with tears, and it was all stuck around her eyes and nose.
She looked resentfully at the young man not far in front of her, stood up with her hands on the ground, and rushed out of the square and down the hill without looking back.
Among the ruined peaks not far away, Lao Yuan, who was buried deep in the rubble, shouted "Miss", and his body flew out with a "swish", and fell back to the original place in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
Shen Lianxue, who had just reached the halfway point, paused, turned around suddenly, and rushed towards the dusty Lao Yuan. She punched out suddenly and landed heavily on the opponent's chest.
Lao Yuan was unprepared. He grunted again and flew away in the same direction. He barely stopped after passing a few feet away.
Xie Xiangcai stood on the square and let out a long breath.
Outside the square, the Sixth Young Master waved his hand vigorously towards Xie Xiangcai and hit the black gold machete. The young man's attention was immediately attracted.
Immediately afterwards, the Sixth Young Master pulled a cloth bag from his waist and threw it forcefully to Xie Xiangcai.
Only then did Prime Minister Xie smell the medicinal fragrance emanating from it. He pulled open the rope that tied the two ends and saw three dark red pills in the bag.
Without thinking, he stuffed the three pills into his mouth and swallowed them wholeheartedly. Feeling the gentle power flowing through his meridians, most of the blood on his cheeks recovered.
Just as Prime Minister Xie was about to step out of the square, a sudden sound of breaking wind sounded, and a seven-foot-tall man over fifty years old appeared on the square, standing behind the young man.
Everyone looked at the man who stepped onto the square. After a moment of recognition, their faces all changed.
The Sixth Young Master's eyes turned cold when he saw this, but he did not move.
Xie Xiangcai turned around and looked at the man in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of uneasiness crept into his heart.
The man took a step forward, his energy leaking out, and he silently hit Xie Xiangcai's chest.
Only then did Xie Xiang realize it. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the light cyan crisscrossed them to form a layer of tough gauze.
The energy came in an instant, and Xie Xiangcai groaned. He felt the energy and blood surge in his internal organs, and he took five hard steps back before he stopped.
The man waved his sleeves and stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a sneer, "I, Qi Mao, would like to ask the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City for advice. What is the so-called transcendence method?"
Xie Xiangcai looked solemn. After pondering for a moment, he raised his hands to Qi Mao and said, "Senior Qi, I have already competed for one round and need to rest. How about you find another opponent?"
Under the square, those who knew Qi Mao well could not help but feel sorry for Xie Xiangcai in their hearts.
This Qimao has been famous in the Qingshizhou area for a long time, and entered the fifth realm many years ago.
No one expected that this old guy who had been famous for a long time would have the nerve to forcibly suppress his inner strength and come to participate in this king-conferring meeting with the cultivation of the Four Realms of Great Perfection.
The Sixth Young Master's expression was extremely cold, and he had obviously heard of Qi Mao's name before.
Seeing that Qi Mao had not spoken a word, Prime Minister Xie turned around and headed out of the square.
Qi Mao sneered, his tone full of ridicule.
"Eighth Young Master, don't pretend to be confused while pretending to understand. The Snow Spirit Sword in the hands of Mr. Shen, who you fought with before, is clear to everyone here. It's enough to see through it without saying anything. Is it possible that the Immortal Sect of the Immortal Immortal of Qingmeng City in Qingmeng City knows the truth clearly? Would your disciple be proud of defeating a female streamer? Or is the reputation of your Immortal lineage just so... despicable?"
Qi Mao made it particularly clear about the word despicable.
Xie Xiangcai paused in his steps and slowly clenched his fists.
He turned around and looked at Qi Mao without saying a word.
Qi Mao took advantage of the victory and pursued, "Eighth Young Master, can't you calm down? If you think what I said is wrong, then take your sword back and let me see whether you are a rat who only knows how to beat women, or a real man who is really capable." .”
Xie Xiangcai's face was gloomy, and veins popped out on his fists.
Although he has never met his master and does not know what kind of person he is, from the Northern Territory to Dongfeng City, he was escorted by his eldest brother and his second brother; in Dongfeng City for so long, it was his seventh brother who took care of him; the sword in his hand, It was taught to me by my fifth senior brother; I was accompanied by my sixth senior brother on the journey of thousands of miles to Mount Yi.
Now that Qi Mao is insulting the lineage of Immortal Immortals, he is hitting his senior brothers in the face, Xie Xiangcai in the face, and even his master who is thousands of miles away!
It's tolerable, but it's intolerable!
Qi Mao looked at Xie Xiangcai's increasingly gloomy expression, knowing in his heart that his "rude words" had an effect.
The corners of his mouth widened further, and the contempt in his heart grew stronger.
Sure enough, the young man just couldn't keep his temper. How about a few insults?
If you lose your life in martial arts because of face, isn't it like picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon?
Since the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City came to our door regardless of life and death, he would just accept it with a smile!
Xie Xiangcai stepped forward and came to the center of the square again. He no longer bent down to salute, but straightened his back and spoke as loudly as the breeze.
"Xie Xiangcai, a disciple of Qingmeng City's Immortal Immortal Seat, please give me some advice from Senior Qi!"
