Ling Guyue and Zuo Bingjun came to the martial arts field.
Jin Tao and Jin Lang were doing some cleaning. They had pulled out all the weeds in the martial arts arena, and there was not even a trace of dust on the small stools they were wiping.
"Senior Brother Zuo, Senior Sister Ling, do you need to use the martial arts field?"
Gu Yue was not used to it for a moment. He had always been a junior sister, and it felt quite good to be called senior sister for the first time.
As a senior sister for the first time, should I give you some kind of greeting gift?
Thinking about it, she dug into the storage space and took out a few stacks of basic talisman seals she had drawn before, "Come on, come on, come on, take the meeting gift that senior sister gave you, take it and play with it."
Jin Tao and Jin Lang swallowed their saliva and even wiped their hands on their clothes before taking it seriously.
"Thank you, senior sister." They thanked her hurriedly.
And when they heard that Ling Guyue and Zuo Bingjun were going to compete, the two brothers were even more reluctant to leave and said they wanted to stay as spectators.
Ling Guyue had nothing to be embarrassed about.
Not only was he not embarrassed, he was also very happy to let them stay.
"After you finish reading it later, if you have any comments or suggestions, be sure to mention them to me."
Jin Tao and Jin Lang agreed, but what opinions could they actually have? They themselves are half-baked, they just want to observe and learn.
The public martial arts field is very large, big enough for them to cast spells and do whatever they want.
Zuo Bingjun took out a small wooden sword from the storage space and said, "Little junior sister, I can't bully you, so I'll use this to compete with you."
"Okay, third senior brother, use this first. If you really can't resist it later, you can change to your own natal sword."
Zuo Bingjun just thought Ling Gu Yue was joking. He had already stabilized his cultivation in the golden elixir stage, and he had gained a little from going out to practice this time. Maybe he would reach the middle golden elixir stage in time.
Smiling silently, he still chose to use this small wooden sword.
Regarding this, Ling Guyue knew that he would not change his sword, and he would naturally change it when he suffered.
"Third Senior Brother, I'm here, let's see what's going on."
Ling Gu Yue moved flexibly and attacked Zuo Bingjun. Zuo Bingjun didn't take it seriously at this time. He just thought he was playing with his junior sister and parried Ling Gu Yue's moves with ease.
Unexpectedly, Ling Gu Yue's moves suddenly became very fierce, and her fists were full of wind.
This was a bit overwhelming for Mr. Zuo-Han, who only used a small wooden sword.
Junior sister, is this really just the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building? Why is the strength of this fist almost as strong as that of the second senior brother? Oh my God, why do monsters always appear in this sect?
Does she still need to change her natal sword in front of her junior sister?
Zuo Bingjun gritted his teeth and continued to support himself with the small wooden sword. He couldn't change it. He definitely couldn't change it. There were two junior brothers watching next to him. It would be a shame if he changed it now.
He is in the golden elixir stage, and the junior sister is only in the middle stage of foundation building.
Ling Guyue knew that he was a bit concerned about face, and quickly advised: "Third senior brother, change your sword. I am going to use a big move later. It is a special move taught by my master. If you don't change your sword, I'm afraid you will bear it." Can’t live.”
Saying this, it gave Zuo Bingjun a step down.
The special moves taught by the Immortal Lord, it wouldn't be shameful to exchange them for the Life Sword.
Zuo Bingjun smiled gratefully at Ling Gu Yue and felt that this junior sister was so considerate.
After he changed his natal sword, Ling Gu Yue also showed her true strength to fight him one on one.
Those powerful moves really made Zuo Bingjun a little unable to resist. Is this physical training? Is he so much stronger than a sword cultivator like him?
After the fight, Zuo Bingjun fell into deep thought.
(End of chapter)
