"Under the third elder's sect, Bai Ying, Jin Danqi, is willing to fight."
Li Ting looked at the woman who was speaking, and his heart moved slightly. This woman named Bai Ying was the person he saw that day, burning the ghost's things. He looked sideways without leaving a trace, but the ghost didn't react at all. .
Also, no matter what the relationship was during life, ghosts will only react to the things they are obsessed with after death.
This woman was the apprentice of the third elder. Thinking of this, Li Ting naturally looked at Shang Shui, but Shang Shui's expression was as gentle and calm as ever, with no change.
Once the two of them stood on the stage, the competition began directly.
Bai Jiao's magical weapon is somewhat special. It is a golden iron arrow, and its usage is different from ordinary weapons. This arrow is like a short spear in his hand, it can pierce and pick, and it is very difficult to deal with.
The path of the golden short arrow was very strange, and it was quite difficult for Bai Ying to deal with it at first. However, after the two of them fought for a long time, they gradually became even.
Bai Ying's movement skills are very unique. The sword move of Zhengling Sect's inner sect is called "Three Mountains and Four Rivers". Each elder has a subtly different understanding and emphasis on it. Among them, the disciples of the third elder Shang Shui are very familiar with it. The breaking of water spirit energy has been studied, and the body technique also pays attention to the "water" nature, which is soft and restrained. It is especially good at adapting to changes in sword movements.
In addition, Bai Ying's magic power was obviously higher than that of Bai Jiao, so he gained the upper hand more and more. After an hour, Bai Jiao realized that he was unbeatable. He withdrew his golden arrow and retreated to the outside of the stage. He said with a smile: "Junior Sister Bai." That’s awesome, I’ll admit defeat.”
Bai Ying's face was gentle and he nodded.
Others may not have looked carefully, but Li Ting's eyes were always on Bai Ying. Even after the competition was over, he kept paying attention to her expression until she nodded with Bai Jiao.
There is a strange feeling, which can be called a "subtle sense of familiarity" if you think about it carefully. These two people may know each other... Li Ting's eyes glanced at Bai Jiao lightly. They both had the surname Bai. Could it be that they were related to each other?
The woman was slender and had an extraordinary temperament. She looked like a fairy when she stood on the stage, which was incompatible with the ghost shrouded in thick fog beside her. Li Ting put his hand on the cloth bag and thought calmly.
The world of cultivating immortals is beautiful, but if you make mistakes, you will be in two different worlds.
"Disciple of the Master of the Yaya Sect, Yu Li." After Bai Jiao went down, a woman in a yellow shirt walked onto the stone platform holding a silver sword.
oh? Another familiar person, Li Ting thought as he looked at Yu Li.
She is the eldest disciple of Qiao Xinzhi, the leader of the Eight-eye Sect, and she trusts Jin Chaojiu very much. There is no Xian Sect dirty talk between the senior brothers and sisters. Because of this, he quite likes this girl.
During those years of communicating with Yayamen, I felt a sense of envy when I saw her quietly following Jin Chaojiu and learning things. Yayamen were united and simple, which is quite rare in the world of immortality. If she hadn't lost Xuanyuan Bow, she would have been there long ago. More than Zhengling Sect.
But that's fine, Xizhou's cultivation resources are limited, and being stronger also means a more dangerous struggle.
At this moment, he has no self-consciousness as a disciple of the Zhengling Sect. He doesn't even care if the sect is humiliated. He has done everything he should do in his previous life. When he was cultivating immortality, everything in the Zhengling Sect was important. If he stopped cultivating, it would be all Little things.
Yu Li didn't say much, but when the "string sound" moved, the mana flowed through the tip of the sword in an instant, pointing directly at Bai Ying. She looked cold, but her moves were fierce and fast, and Bai Ying had to be guided by her.
During the fight, Yu Li stabbed Bai Ying with a sword, as fast as lightning. Seeing Bai Ying duck sideways, she swept the opponent's waist with her thin sword.
The most time-saving way to deal with this move is to jump up quickly, but no one dares to jump in front of the Yayamen disciples if their strength is about the same.
Mid-air is the hardest place to avoid. At this time, if the enemy picks up the sword, he will basically be split in half. The swordsmanship of Yayamon especially pays attention to speed and agility. It can be said that the opponent wants you to jump. As long as you jump in the air, you have lost, and it is a miserable defeat.
Of course Bai Ying knew about this, but Yu Li's sword was too fast, and he couldn't avoid it without jumping.
She would not bet on whether Yu Li would be merciful after leaping, so she tried her best to move back, but Yu Li's sword was too fast, and the tip of the sword passed through her waist, leaving a blood line.
She turned over and backed away, and when the tip of the sword was about to stab out, Yu Li's sword was already placed across her neck.
"you lose."
Li Ting looked at Bai Ying's clenched fist and felt something in his heart. This girl was not a good-natured girl either. She was already injured in the end, but she still wanted to secretly draw the sword. She was quite ruthless.
Seeing Yu Li indicating that there was no need to rest, a young man with a gentle temperament walked up to the stone platform and said, "Disciple of the great elder of the Zhengling Sect, Ji Wangwen, cultivated in the golden elixir stage."
Yu Li nodded, slightly but seriously.
His sword moves are extremely upright, which is in line with the name of "Three Mountains and Four Rivers". The magic power flows as thick as a mountain, and the edge of the sword is like water, cold and light. When fighting with Yu Li's sword, it is really good-looking and on par with him. . Seeing this, everyone in the Zhengling Sect had a little expectation in their eyes.
Li Ting shook his head. This Yu Li is the eldest disciple of the sect master. Her strength and status are only lower than that of Jin Chaojiu. Although she is only at the Golden Core stage, she may not be weaker than Lan Xi, who is at the Dao Core stage. Ji Wangwen is inferior after all. point.
This junior brother is so honest, he looks gentle and gentle, but his attack style is more rigid than Mo Xingyu's.
He watched Ji Xiangwen move too slowly, and then Yu Li immediately found the wrong spot. Her sword was as slippery as a silver fish, and she chased along the wrong spot, making it impossible to catch or avoid it. There was a dazzling moment. After the attack, Ji Xiangwen's upright sword moves seemed slow, and he soon fell behind.
The Great Elder Yi Suning frowned, obviously seeing the shortcomings of his apprentice.
Too upright.
A burst of mana surged, twisting the figures of the two people on the stone platform. After the dust settled, Yu Li sheathed her sword with her backhand, while Ji Xiangwen stood on the edge of the stone platform, with a line of blood on his chest, obviously injured.
His face looked a little ugly, and he smiled reluctantly, and said directly: "I lost." After saying that, he didn't say much and walked off the stage, which seemed a bit upright.
The people of the Zhengling Sect are a little silent. Ji Wangwen can be regarded as the strongest in the Golden Core Stage, but he still lost to Yu Li. If he loses two games in a row, there is really no need to compete. The Zhengling Sect will lose all face. .
Li Ting's expression was indifferent, and he just silently took a note to write down the victory or defeat just now.
In a moment of oppressive silence, Yu Li sat cross-legged on the stone platform, absorbing spiritual energy and adjusting her magic power as if no one else was around.
The people of the Zhengrei Sect looked at the beautiful woman sitting on the stone platform, and their expressions were not very good. Many people even wondered whether Yayamon, who was born in the Orion group, was already stronger than the Zhengrei Sect, but this was obviously This is something that the Zhengling Sect, which relies on its own foundation, cannot accept.
Silence is the best escape, so those who move stand out.
A young man in blue moved. He jumped onto the stage neatly and said: "I am a disciple of the second elder of the Zhengling Sect, Mo Xingyu, who has cultivated in the golden elixir stage."
His response broke the silence, but many felt it was just a reprieve.
His family knew his own affairs, and although he was also in the Golden Core stage, Mo Xingyu's magic power was weaker than Ji Wangwen's.
Sect leader Yin Qi didn't say a word, and for a moment it was hard to guess what he was thinking. Yue Siyuan's temperament was still cold, but there was a little warmth in his eyes, obviously wishing his apprentice well.
But other than that, most of his fellow disciples had doubts in their eyes, no dissatisfaction, no jealousy, just the most ordinary doubts without any emotional color.
This kind of doubt is reasonable, but it seems a little cold at this moment when Mo Xingyu steps forward.
Chen Yaoyao looked around, a little annoyed appearing in her almond-shaped eyes. She mustered up the courage to shout, "Brother, come on!" She wasn't indifferent, but she looked childish.
Look, this is the fairy family.
Yu Li stood up and said: "Please." She had obviously adjusted her breath and was ready to fight.
Mo Xingyu nodded seriously, said "Yes", and then attacked Yu Li.
His swordsmanship is very stable, and although his speed is not as fast as Yu Li's, his reaction is extremely fast. He can block every move, and he can even find time to use his strong magic power to force Yu Li back a few steps.
The eyes of the Zhengling Sect people gradually changed, and a look of surprise appeared on Yu Li's face, as if she didn't expect that Mo Xingyu's style seemed so inconsistent with his temperament.
How could a seemingly cheerful and steady person be as defensive as a daughter's house, watertight?
If Li Ting knew her thoughts like this, he would probably laugh out loud. Mo Xingyu's defensive habits were trained by him himself, how could it be possible for others to easily find loopholes.
