Han Jiangxue appeared in the palm of his hand, and Lu Yun stood with a sword, too lazy to talk nonsense.
"slow!"
The demonic voice interrupted Lu Yun's fighting spirit. Lu Yun turned around and saw that her senior brother was surrounded by a group of women and still had time to wave to him.
"I would like to ask the second elder to check on Junior Sister Feng to make sure she has recovered."
"Lest I wait until half the time, the old disease relapses and my junior sister becomes a bully!"
Ji Hongxi, who still had lip prints on her face, was very informal, but her words made sense.
"I am okay."
After hearing this, Feng Yuyao shook her head and looked like she was fine.
But there was a dark color in those twinkling eyes, which was the annoyance of someone seeing through his mind.
Damn Ji Hongxi, damn Lu Yun, damn Wentianfeng!
"I'm not afraid that you'll be okay, I'm just afraid that you'll be brave."
"Since there is a competition, it must be fair."
"Please ask the second elder for help!"
While Ji Hongxi was still shouting, he saw someone coming from the sky, it was Duan Lang.
"Looking at the second elder's examination results, the elder must have no objections, right?"
Ji Hongxi winked at the women beside him, and immediately the women covered their faces in response.
"No objection, no objection."
"Senior Brother Ji is right, we believe in the second elder."
Many disciples did not like Lu Yun, but they also recognized the second elder and expressed their support.
"That's right, if you want to lose, let Lu Yun lose clearly."
These words were very sharp, and when Feng Yuyao heard them, her face turned pale.
"What do you two say?"
Duan Lang, who was "invited" over, looked at the two people below him speaking with a majestic and solemn expression.
"Can!"
Lu Yun temporarily sheathed her sword. In this way, Feng Yuyao could only nod her head no matter how she refused.
A spiritual energy enveloped her and roamed through her body, so overbearing that she could not move.
After thoroughly examining Feng Yuyao's body, Duanlang nodded: "The injury has healed and the state is stable. Junior Brother Feng can safely compete."
"Thank you, Second Elder."
A stiff smile appeared on Feng Yuyao's face.
Her one escape route was cut off.
But it doesn't matter, now that I have surpassed Lu Yun by two levels, it is impossible for the other party to win over me.
Regaining her strength, Feng Yuyao's aura was rising and she became confident.
Those proud eyebrows made Song Xiao's eyes flow with a hint of love, and he stepped aside.
"Junior sister Lu, I'm ready!"
Feng Yuyao made a move, and a red sword appeared in her hand.
As soon as the sword appeared, the surrounding temperature increased. If you look carefully, you can see a thin layer of flames burning on the sword, and there are phoenix patterns on the sword.
The oppressive temperature is surprising.
"This is Senior Sister Feng's sword, the Fire Phoenix."
"Yes, I heard that this sword is one of the ten most powerful swords in the Sword Tomb. It was made from the spirit bones of phoenixes in ancient times. Senior Sister Feng is really powerful."
"Isn't Lu Yun's Han Jiangxue one of the ten?"
"Even so, in terms of properties, Lu Yun's sword is suppressed by Senior Sister Feng's."
Han Jiangxue belongs to ice, while Fire Phoenix belongs to fire.
Fire defeats ice, that's a given.
What's more, Feng Yuyao's cultivation level is two steps higher than Lu Yun's.
It is almost impossible for Lu Yun to win.
None of the disciples thought highly of Lu Yun, but Ji Hongxi was the one shouting loudly, surrounded by beautiful women.
"Junior sister, come on, if you win, I'll treat you to some wine!"
These words made Lu Yun want to strike with a sword.
She is a woman, why should she drink flowery wine?
With a wave of his hand, Han Jiangxue appeared again. Lu Yun looked at Feng Yuyao in front of her, her eyes were like swords, and her face was fearless.
"please!"
As soon as the word fell, Feng Yuyao took the lead.
When the sword struck, flames rose, and the air around Lu Yun was distorted.
The scorching temperature made Lu Yun turn aside to avoid it.
A strand of hair was scattered in the air, cut off, and burned to ashes.
"Junior Sister Lu, be careful." Feng Yuyao reminded her kindly, with hidden pride deep in her eyes.
In her opinion, Lu Yun was no match for her.
If I hadn't been careless before, I wouldn't have let Lu Yun take the opportunity to get the spiritual fruit.
This time, she will prove her strength!
The fire phoenix kept rising, and the sword technique used by Feng Yuyao was the Blue Wind Sword Technique.
Under the most basic sword technique, the strong wind danced, fueling the fire.
The cry of the phoenix could be heard faintly in my ears.
The red flames soared into the sky with majestic momentum. Feng Yuyao's every move seemed to be imprinted from the sword formula, without any mistakes.
On the other hand, Lu Yun seemed to be having a hard time coping.
Lu Yun's sword moves opened and closed, and the cold air on the snow in Hanjiang spread under her feet under the influence of the blue wind.
She also used the Blue Wind Sword Technique.
"Hey, this Lu Yun doesn't think he can win over Senior Sister Feng with the same moves."
In the eyes of some people, Lu Yun's behavior is asking for trouble.
"Hmph, I think she's just not good at academics and doesn't know anything else."
One of the disciples ridiculed Lu Yun, his whole body was agitated, and he turned around to see Ji Hongxi staring at him with a smile not far away.
That smiling devil!
The disciple trembled and did not dare to talk nonsense.
On the stage, Lu Yun, who looked suppressed, was actually at ease.
Feng Yuyao's sword moves were precise and error-free, but she didn't have her own understanding and just followed the path of her predecessors.
If the wind hadn't helped the fire, her sword moves might not have been as powerful as they looked.
Lu Yun held a sword flower on her arm.
The three-foot long sword thrust out diagonally and fell along Feng Yuyao's side.
The cold air condensed in the air and actually froze part of the flames.
Although the ice melted quickly and Feng Yuyao also fought back, it seemed that Lu Yun's counterattack failed.
The disciple may not be able to see the way.
But the broken waves in the sky can be seen clearly.
The chill on Lu Yun's sword was building up and had not reached its peak yet.
The snow-white sword blade flashed with cold light, and as soon as the sword was raised, a strong wind suddenly rose.
In the swaying light of the fire, the sky... snow fell.
"Snowing?"
Exclaimed.
It's April in this world, where does the snow come from?
"It's Lu Yun!"
Someone saw the key.
Lu Yun's sword suddenly moved a little faster. The sword lights overlapped intensively, and the swords struck Feng Yuyao without any gaps.
If the storm doesn't stop.
"What a move to carry us through the wind and rain!"
Every disciple knows the Wild Wind Sword Technique, but not every disciple can use it as majesticly as Lu Yun.
"No, it's the wind and snow."
Ji Hongxi, who was watching the battle, had left the warren at some point.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a certain second junior brother leave quietly.
He looked at the dazzling Lu Yun on the stage and raised his lips.
The victory or defeat has been decided, it's just that these fools can't see it yet.
His little junior sister's understanding, in Master's words, ranks among the top three in the Hidden Sword Sect over the past nine hundred years.
And he always felt that the master was a little more modest.
Is Feng Yuyao a genius?
Haha, his junior sister is the real genius in this Hidden Sword Sect!
On the stage, Feng Yuyao felt the pressure best than others.
