Yang Xian looked at Qianqiu who was walking very easily and said, "Brother Qian, you don't actually have to compete with Senior Sister Jiuyue."
Qianqiu said: "Anyway, I have nothing to do. It's better than Bai Bai."
"Didn't you say that Master Yun won't let you go up to compete this time? She just hopes to use you as a trump card, and she will show it at the Ten Martial Arts Competition." Yang Xian reminded.
When Qianqiu heard this, he smiled and said, "Lao Yang, Master Yun actually doesn't regard me as a trump card. I can only be regarded as a rare soldier at best."
"Are you saying that Master Yun wants to hide you and use your special physique to fight a surprising victory?" Yang Xian asked doubtfully.
Qianqiu nodded and said: "Lao Yang, Master Yun looks like a fairy, but he is actually shrewd. I am not the pillar of the Eastern Sect. I have senior brothers Qiluo, Senior Brother Danhua, Senior Sister Lulu and others as disciples of the sect. Appearance. Whether it is the Ten Martial Arts Competition or the sect competition this year, I will definitely not be the number one."
"Brother Qian, you can't think like this. I think Master Yun still hopes that you can become famous by then." Yang Xian judged.
Qianqiu shook his head and said, "Lao Yang, how long do you think we have been here?"
"Only a few months." Yang Xian said honestly.
Qianqiu slapped his thigh and said: "Yes, Senior Brother Qiluo and the others have been in the sect for more than ten years at most, and for two or three years at least. How can we be the number one as soon as we enter?"
"Brother Qian, what you said is correct, but I think that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Seniors always use it to surpass." Yang Xian said slowly.
Qianqiu glanced at Yang Xian suspiciously and said, "Lao Yang, when do you become so convinced, I have always felt that you are quite followed. In any case, you will always do it with the natural thoughts."
"Since I left home and became a disciple of the Oriental Sect, I have seen a lot of things along the way. Especially through my experience with you, your positive and optimistic spirit has also infected me a lot." Yang Xian looked at Qianqiu with a smile.
Qianqiu curled his lips and said: "Don't say it so disgustingly, we brothers are brothers in life and death."
"Am I talking about meat?"
"Isn't it disgusting?"
The two walked away talking and laughing.
【Oriental School · Showwood Stadium】
On the second day, without the morning practice, everyone gathered in the show.
Because today is the day for discussion between Jiuxiao Palace and the Oriental Sect.
There was a crowd of people sitting on the stage in the martial arts arena. Except for Yun Qixi, the other four masters of the Eastern Sect were all here.
Lianbo sat next to the purple wind and said, "The head of the purple wind, today is the time when you and the two friends and the friends of you and me are discussed with each other. Do you need to reorganize?"
Zifeng laughed: "You don't have to be so polite to even Taoist friends, you can do it according to the usual rules."
Immediately, she looked around and asked, "Why didn't you come today?"
As soon as Lianbo heard it, he quickly explained: "The head of Zifeng, you see my mind, and forgot to explain to you. Mrs. Yun is really unwell today, so she can't come to the discussion. But she respects her. I still sent my disciples to have a discussion.”
Zifeng nodded and said in his heart: "I heard something earlier that since Yun Qixi of the Eastern Sect visited the demon world, he couldn't stand the cold wind. Later, he lived in the mountains and stayed in seclusion. It turns out that this disease has not yet occurred. Seeing good, sighing, the result of the former generation of young genius is actually like this. "
At this time, Lianbo signaled that Xiaowu stepped forward to read the rules.
"Everyone in the same door, friends of the Jiuxiao Palace, welcome everyone to watch the comparison between Jiuxiao Palace and Oriental School. This discussion is a friendly exchange between the two factions. There must be no behavior of damage to the martial arts image. If there are intentional evils, it will be severely punished ... "Xiaowu said, he also showed some disgust. After reading such a word, he had read three three words. He had read three three words. In the year, I read the greasy taste.
"There are three rounds of competition. Each of the two sects sends three disciples to challenge. In the end, whichever disciple loses three games first will be deemed a failure." Xiao Wu finally read all the competition rules.
The disciples in the audience are divergent.
"Three disciples, aren't they a bit too few? I'd like to see a few more."
"After all, it's a competition, so it's normal to have a few less fights."
"New disciples have nothing to look at, let's take a look like this."
...
Xiaowu showed that the family was quiet and announced: "In the first game, the Oriental School sent Yanyu Hall -别 别!"
"Jiuxiao Palace sent the Earth Element Hall—Qingtian."
As soon as this statement came out, the disciples of the Oriental School were a little surprised. How could it be so coincidentally, as soon as they came out, they encountered opponents who restrained their attributes.
The disciples of the Jiuxiao Palace are naturally a lot of joy. If the two are almost the same, no matter how clever the fighting skills are, it is not a sunny day.
Qingtian clasped her clothes tightly, walked to the middle of the martial arts arena, and cupped her fists at Bie Ling opposite: "Fellow Taoist, please."
Don't zero a little bit of gift, saying, "Please."
With a loud noise, don't pull out the long whip around your waist to throw it towards the sky.
"Okay!" There was a burst of cheers from the sidelines.
"Let's not forget that Junior Sister Ling is handsome!"
"This posture is great at first glance!"
Most of the people who cheered were male disciples who admired Bieling, and they praised Bieling without any effort at this time.
When Qingtian heard this, he smiled charmingly and said, "Fellow Taoist, you have many admirers."
Bie Ling said expressionlessly: "Fellow Taoist's appearance is not bad either."
Qingtian pulled out his protective sword and gave Bie Ling a common move for high-level magicians: "Old Technique - Swing!"
The sword picked up the stone bricks on the martial arts field. As soon as the stone bricks hit the air, they immediately cracked and scattered into scattered stones.
Bie Ling glanced at it, turned sideways, and used his long whip to draw a water shield: "Water method - water shield!"
The scattered stones instantly penetrated Bie Ling's water shield, but the stones that passed through the water shield lost much power and fell down.
"It turns out he is a high-level magician." Qingtian said as he watched Bie Ling's moves, thinking, "At the same time, a high-level magician, I have a sure chance of victory."
Qing Tian was not happy for long, and suddenly felt that his hands were no longer in command.
At this time, someone in the audience had already exclaimed: "When did Bie Ling call out the spirit beast?"
Only then did Qingtian look back and saw that his hands were tied up by a ball of blue stuff.
"This is my first time fighting side by side, please give me some advice." Bie Ling said to a ball of blue.
Zifeng, who was sitting on the stage, saw this scene and said: "The third-level spiritual beast - the water mist ghost?"
Lian Bo also saw the blue mass behind Qingtian's body, smiled slightly, and said to himself: "Junior Sister Yun, this apprentice also has some abilities. He cooperated with the spirit beast very well in the first battle."
The Water Mist Ghost is a blue solidified spirit beast that is good at hiding itself in the water. Its body is blue, but it can become transparent. Although the water mist ghost has a special ability that is close to invisibility, its spiritual power is not high.
Just now when Bieling was using the water shield, he asked the water mist ghost to come out of the contract talisman.
With the splashing of scattered stones, the water mist ghost that turned into a transparent color had quietly sneaked behind Qingtian.
Qingtian saw Bie Ling's whip coming from the front, but his arm was held by the water mist ghost. He quickly let go of the sword and kicked Bie Ling's whip with his feet.
When the Water Mist Ghost saw that his contract partner had been temporarily repelled, he increased his efforts and trapped Qingtian with all his strength.
Qingtian recited the incantation, and then said: "Come out, little stinky bird, how long do you want to see me bullied?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the contract talisman deep in the sunny contract pool lit up, and a huge three-winged bird appeared in the sky.
"Level 3 spirit beast - three-winged bird." Someone in the audience recognized this slightly strange spirit beast.
"Peck it!" Sunny shouted.
Upon hearing this, the three-winged bird immediately swooped down.
The water mist ghost's spiritual power is lower than that of ordinary third-level spiritual beasts. When he saw that he was about to be attacked, he thought about retreating.
Bieling jumped back to the ground, and the water mist ghost also came back and stood beside Bieling.
Qingtian escaped, and the three-winged bird also stood next to Qingtian, with three wings, protecting Qingtian.
Bie Ling looked at it and said, "I didn't expect that you also contracted a spiritual beast."
"We are all cultivators. Isn't it normal to contract a spiritual beast?" Qingtian replied with a smile.
"The speed of the three-winged bird is its advantage. Water Mist Ghost, you should pay attention to changing colors and moving as much as possible to make the three-winged bird lose its attack target." Bie Ling said to the Water Mist Ghost through the contract talisman.
"Farewell sister, I'm not that stupid and won't fight head-on." Water Mist Ghost replied.
Bieliang smiled, whipped his whip again, and said, "Then let's go together! Let them see our true strength!"
Zifeng saw the fight between the two on the stage, and then noticed Bie Ling's true cultivation.
"Fellow Daoist Lian, there are so many new disciples recruited by your Eastern sect this year, so many magicians?" Zifeng said in surprise.
Lian Bo looked at Yu Wenhua and Huangfu Qingyu who were standing next to the martial arts field, and said with a smile: "The talent is still inferior to that of Jiuxiao Palace. Master Zifeng has good training and teaches his disciples so well. I, Dongfang It’s beyond our reach.”
The disciples around him couldn't help laughing when they heard Lian Bo's words.
There is no trace of humility in these words, but more of elation.
