Qingying was ridiculed by Yan Ting, and immediately froze. He paused for a moment before coughing: "Since the girl admits that she is being laughed at, there is no need to laugh her teeth off as compensation. The time for a stick of incense should have passed. Senior, please make a fair decision."
The last sentence was naturally said to Lu Buping. Yan Ting was secretly annoyed and snorted: "How can it be so fast? In my opinion, half of the incense has not even been burned."
Qingying just smiled faintly, and then heard Lu Buping said in a loud voice: "Okay, everyone, please stop, this scene is over."
Qingying got what he wanted, and he also yelled to stop. Zhuer and the other three people immediately sheathed their swords and retreated. Although their expressions were calm, there was a slight sweat on their red faces. It was obvious that this battle had consumed a lot of energy.
Cai Luoxia has just passed her fifties, and her internal strength is at its peak. She is not too tired after this battle. It's just that she, a dignified elder, was unable to defeat a few twenty-eight-year-old girls. At the moment, she felt ashamed and stood there dumbly without saying a word.
Lu Buping saw this and said harmoniously: "Come back, baby. As the saying goes, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, so why not give the little babies a chance to show their abilities."
After all, Cai Luoxia has gone through many vicissitudes for a long time, and she can be said to be clear at one point. She finally returned the sword to its sheath and quietly retreated.
Lu Buping glanced at Zhu'er and the other three, and nodded slowly: "The girls do have some tricks, but after this fight, they all seem to be very tired, so should we change to three more for the next one?" "
Qingying smiled slightly and said: "I understand the kindness of my predecessors, little girl, but if it is so tiring, what is the use of us sisters rehearsing this devilish hell formation? In short, there is no need to change people, but I don't know which of your friends Are you here to teach me again?"
Mu Yun had made up his mind and was about to accept the challenge. At this moment, he saw Lei Heng stepping forward with raised eyebrows and angrily saying: "As long as we get out of your sword formation unscathed, we will be considered as ours." Winning, is that what you mean?”
Qingying nodded and said: "That's true. I just made it clear, but this friend didn't hear it clearly?"
Lei Heng snorted coldly and said: "I heard you clearly enough, but I still want to ask about the details. What does 'unscathed' mean? Is it okay as long as there is no blood?"
Qingying felt puzzled, lowered his eyebrows and said in deep thought: "The martial arts competition is always done to the point, why do you have to see blood? This friend's anger is too strong."
Lei Heng said solemnly: "You can't lose even if you lose a hair. I just trimmed it yesterday. Who will be responsible if it falls out?"
The clear shadow froze, and could only say patiently: "Of course it doesn't count if it falls naturally, but if it is chipped off, that's a different matter."
Lei Heng frowned and said, "That won't work. My hair is very brittle. A small breeze can carry away a large piece of it. What if I can't tell you clearly?"
Qingying was secretly worried, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, let's take the edge of the blade as the bottom line. Will my friend be satisfied with this?"
Lei Heng still shook his head and said disapprovingly: "My clothes and shoes are all cheap. If I get too strong, I might tear them apart myself. How can that be counted?"
Seeing Lei Heng obsessing over the minutiae, Qingying could not help but feel angry. She immediately said with a serious look on her face: "According to my friend's wishes, is it necessary to see blood? My friend is not afraid of regrets?"
Lei Heng stepped forward and stood still, and responded with enthusiasm: "That's right, if you don't see blood, you can't be considered a loser. This is the rule."
Everyone had already heard the meaning of Lei Heng's words, and they would probably use the Great Golden Bell's body-protecting magic to shoulder the sword's edge. He had used this move when he faced Qiu Bosong at Chaotian Palace that day. Although it was a surprise, it was not a good idea after all.
Yan Ting didn't expect that Lei Heng would jump out to steal the limelight. She was hesitating whether to stop him verbally, but she heard Qingying sneer and say: "In this case, we sisters will learn from our friends' clever tricks."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhuer and the other three people had already surrounded her like lightning. The long sword in his hand rippled with green rainbows, and it still attacked Lei Heng's neck, chest, and knees in three directions: up, middle, and down.
Lei Heng showed no sign of weakness, and with a roar, he struck Zhu'er's sword edge with his right fist, and slashed Qi'er's sword spine with his left palm. At the same time, he slammed out like a cannonball, completely ignoring Wu'er's sword edge.
Mu Yun had previously learned Lei Heng's Great Golden Bell body-protecting magical skill. At that time, he had trained hard for ten years and used the Cloud-Breaking Stone-Piercing Technique, which was specialized in overcoming the inner family's strong energy, but it only knocked Lei Heng unconscious.
The internal strength of Zhu'er and the other three people is far inferior, and the sword is not a magic weapon. It depends on whether Lei Heng can win in a dangerous situation this time.
The pines and cypresses are deep, and the bamboo buildings are hidden. Although there are no birds singing, there are snakes hissing and insects chirping.
Under the strange scenery, as the creaking sound of footsteps approached, a slender figure came into view from afar. There was hesitation on the pink and jade face. She walked to the door alone, but she hesitated and was speechless for a long time.
Just when the visitor was filled with anxiety, he suddenly heard a voice sighing and laughing from inside the door: "Hey, you little brat, why are you still standing there even though you're here? Could it be that you've been out for half a year and can't even speak?"
The visitor immediately felt relieved, and after calming down, he said respectfully: "Lei'er saw that there was no lamp in Master's room, and was worried that you had already taken a rest, so she didn't dare to disturb you without permission. Master, please forgive me for being disrespectful."
The voice inside the door paused for a moment, and then said with satisfaction: "Yes, it seems that Fan Fei has indeed taught you a lot of formal etiquette, but now that you know that your master has not slept, why don't you come in quickly and reply?"
"Lei'er" stuck out the tip of her tongue, obeyed, then opened the door and walked in. In a blink of an eye, the lights flickered, and a stunning beauty appeared in front of her eyes.
But seeing her wearing a strange and gorgeous seven-color dress, tightly wrapped around her exquisite and proud body, with no shoes and socks underneath the silk Hunan skirt, her white feet made people's hearts beat instantly.
Her eyebrows are like spring mountains, and her eyes are full of autumn water. Although she looks almost thirty years old, she still looks very charming and charming. The only flaw is that her hair has turned silver-white and is hanging casually on her shoulders, which is somewhat eye-catching.
"Lei'er" was speechless when she saw this. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and chuckled, "No wonder Master refuses to light the lamp. It turns out it's because he hasn't combed his hair yet. How about I help you?"
The beauty in colorful clothes didn't feel embarrassed at all. She sat down and said casually: "It's already getting late, so there's no need to waste any extra time. I'll save all the other courtesy. Just sit back and answer me obediently."
"Lei'er" hit a soft spot and had no choice but to sit down on the opposite side as ordered. The beauty in colorful clothes was silent for a moment, pointed to the teapot on the table and said, "I thought you really learned etiquette, but why don't you have any eyesight?"
"Lei'er" felt relieved, but said deliberately on her face: "Lei'er is planning to make tea for Master, but didn't you say that I'm not allowed to be attentive?"
The beauty in colorful clothes rolled her eyes at "Lei'er" and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense to me, huh... I deliberately lost half of you to Fan Fei just to steal his excellent tea-making skills. If you dare to put on a show for your master, please be careful about your family's service."
