Dong Yiyi stood at the edge of the competition stage, her eyes lowered and her eyelids lowered. Her opponent had been knocked off the stage by her a second ago and was now landing in the open space of the main peak hall.
The white-clothed female cultivator's reaction was indifferent. She just held her black sword with both hands left and right, and her eyes were reflected on the sword.
She is reminding herself and seeing herself clearly.
"People should not be careless, for fear of accidents..."
"Who would have thought that one of my shoes would be stepped on by a physical cultivator in a sect competition."
Dong Yiyi let out a long sigh. The white sock of her left foot touched the ground, and her right single shoe was slightly flat when she stepped on it. She looked at the entire competition stage again and couldn't find the shoe.
She reluctantly walked to the edge of the competition arena again and looked down. She really couldn't remember where she had thrown her shoes during the fight.
Dong Yiyi simply kneaded the sword and took off the other shoe for stability. He held it in his hand, stepped on the shoe with a pair of white socks, and flew towards the main peak hall.
The wind was blowing, and at this time, the competition stage was full of disciples from the same sect who were fighting. She slowed down slightly, and at a glance she could analyze the skills and body techniques this person used, and which elder he studied under.
She has kept all the public inheritance of the Shifang Sect in mind, and she also has the advantages and disadvantages as well as the appropriate time and environment for their use.
She knew in her heart that she was smart, otherwise she would not have spent her free time searching for the formation known as the Master of All Arts to kill time.
I like formations.
Thinking of this, she knelt down, gently touched the sword under her feet with her hand without shoes, and said softly: "Good boy, my only way is the sword, and you are my only choice." .”
The Zhenxuan Sword is a middle-grade magic weapon. It does not give birth to a sword spirit, nor does it open up spiritual wisdom. This is more like a ritual that sword cultivators perform for their sword wives.
After slowing down and walking for a long time, Dong Yiyi saw a familiar figure in the air outside a competition stage. This person was watching the battle.
The gray linen clothes are Liu Yunqing.
"Huh? Why is Senior Brother here? The opponent he just swept past is a disciple of Spirit Beast Peak. With his strength, he should have finished the competition early. Who is here to watch the battle?"
Dong Yiyi stepped forward with his sword and stopped beside Liu Yunqing.
Liu Yunqing seemed to feel something, and turned to look at the person coming, slightly surprised: "Junior Sister Dong? Are you finished? I remember your opponent is Xiao Xiao, the top disciple of Ti Peak, right? That guy is made of steel and iron, and he has a very bad temper. Difficult.”
Dong Yiyi met his eyes and explained politely: "The competition is over, Xiao Xiao is indeed difficult to deal with."
After hearing the light tone of the white-clothed female cultivator, Liu Yunqing naturally knew that her junior sister Dong from Sword Peak had won. She couldn't help but curl her lips and smiled with sincere joy:
"Junior sister Dong is indeed the best of our Sword Peak. She defeated the top disciple of the Body Peak in the first round. She really helped us deal with a strong opponent."
After saying this, his eyes subconsciously fell on the female cultivator's hands. In one hand he saw the gleaming black sword he was familiar with, and in the other hand...a black-soled white shoe.
"Uh... Junior Sister Dong, the shoes in your hand..." Liu Yunqing hesitated before speaking, his eyes moved to Dong Yiyi's feet, and sure enough, there was a pair of white socks stepping on the sword.
She didn't wear shoes? ! Where are her shoes?
"What's going on???" This was the first time Liu Yunqing saw a swordsman who could knock off a shoe in a fight. The main reason was that he had never met an opponent who could attack shoes.
Dong Yiyi was not embarrassed at all. He twitched the corner of his mouth quite easily and explained: "It's Xiao Xiao. He must have learned something from the little elder of Ti Feng. On this competition stage, he has been using his attacks. The body skills on the lower body struggled with me, and even... stepped on my feet."
"To be precise, I first stepped on my feet, then used my physical skills to remain immobile like a mountain, and then used Mount Tai to cover me. With this set of body skills, it was almost difficult for me to use the complete sword skills in the close combat with him. Their little elder is really powerful."
Liu Yunqing's eyes lit up when he heard this movement method that he had never seen before.
Liu·Hai Zhan·The Man with the Sword·Yunqing.
Dong Yiyi felt the man's sudden excitement from the sidelines, and couldn't help but look elsewhere, finally landing on the competition stage where Liu Yunqing was watching the battle.
There are several figures on this competition stage, including two people and three beasts.
Wearing a short coat, revealing fair and slender limbs, is a well-known disciple of Spirit Beast Peak, Three Dog Xue Yunxi.
This man is as slender as a malnourished boy, but he has the ability to train three wind dogs. The official name of the wind dog is Shanhui. It is said that it is a descendant of the ancient divine dog. It looks like a dog but has a human face. It is good at casting and smiles when it sees people.
Now the competition ground is filled with weird laughter, one falling and one rising, and three rising sounds are annoying.
The other one is Zhang Yunsheng, a disciple of the family who is dressed in brocade clothes and jade robes and behaves dignifiedly.
Zhang Yunsheng was holding a gray brush in her hand at this moment. After carefully distinguishing the lines on the pen barrel, she could recognize that it was a shrunken iron whisk that she usually hung in her arm.
Dong Yiyi did not turn his head and watched the competition between the two seriously. From time to time, he analyzed in his mind the function of the yellow talisman thrown by Zhang Yunsheng, and guessed which of the five elements the lines painted on the yellow talisman in her palm belonged to.
The female cultivator in white suddenly spoke at a moment and asked lightly: "Senior Brother Liu... I remember that in the first round of the last competition, your cultivation level seemed to be a whole level higher than the opponent you met. After the competition early, you returned to Jianfeng to prepare for training. It’s the second round of the sect competition, why did you stay to watch Senior Sister Zhang’s fighting process this time?”
Dong Yiyi had been puzzled for a long time. She always felt that there were some subtle changes between them, Senior Brother Liu from Jianfeng, and his rumored old enemy, Senior Sister Fu Fengzhang.
She couldn't explain this change clearly, but she knew it was definitely not the atmosphere that ordinary disciples should have between fellow disciples or between opponents.
Like two pieces of duckweed in a clear water, entangled...
There was also the matter of the two of them exchanging their consciousnesses before. How could the two of them exchange their consciousnesses? Divine consciousness requires very high physical adaptation. How could the two of them exchange their spiritual consciousness? Even if it’s an accident, it shouldn’t be...
Dong·Emotional fool·Yiyi.
Liu Yunqing was stunned after hearing Dong Yiyi's question, and his breathing inadvertently became a little faster. No one noticed except himself.
He thought quickly and didn't lie. He replied from the bottom of his heart: "Yeah. It's because of the trip to Zhongdu. During the fight with the demon cultivator, I accidentally discovered that Zhang Yunsheng had been hiding her strength during the fights with me. I guess It only took four levels of cultivation."
At the mention of this, the stern swordsman frowned, took a deep breath, exhaled it, shook his head slightly and said:
"If I hadn't observed her talisman skills in advance, I would have never been confident in facing her. In the past, the winning rate in fights was 50-50. If she showed her true strength this time, the two of us would probably be 40-60."
The gray-robed swordsman added: "I am the fourth and she is the sixth."
