Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 59 Let me see your sharpness

Both Lin Qingyue and Lin Zhixing had ugly faces. If the real Linghua insisted on insulting Ling Yanfeng, they would not mind drawing their swords and making gestures with the real Linghua.

Although the two of them may not be able to win against Linghua Daoist, they may not lose either.In the final analysis, the real Linghua is the head of the sect based on his face. In terms of cultivation and strength, he is not much stronger than Lin Qingyue in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

However, if there is a commotion at such a time, it is inevitable to be scolded by the real person Yinyue and the peak master of the creation peak who lead the team.

"Brother, your Liufeng Sword is useless, I'm here..." Lin Zhixing turned his head and said to Lin Qingyue, on the other side of them, Master Yinyue stood up slowly.

"Master Linghua, although Xuanwei didn't come this time, he is not here, and his disciple is protected by me, Yinyue. Are you bullying Ling Yanfeng's disciple in front of me, do you want to fight me?" At some point, a Guqin was already floating in front of Yinyue, with his long sleeves rolled up by him, and his slender fingers resting on the strings.

Yinyue is serious, but if Master Linghua dares to say a bad word, the zither will play.

"Realist Yinyue..." Lin Qingyue and Lin Zhixing did not expect that Master Yinyue would come forward to defend them at this time. Daoist Yinyue rarely shows up in the sect. Although they have been in the sect for a long time, they have never seen Yinyue. Yuezhen several times.

Both of them also got up from their seats, holding the hilts of their swords, ready to strike at any time.

Master Linghua looked at the three people in front of him, they all looked like they were going to fight her, and their expressions became very ugly.

"Yinyue, don't go too far! During the group youth meeting, you and Chang Qing are not allowed to make a move. Don't forget this promise!"

She was just telling the truth, did that little girl from Ling Yanfeng really win over Zhou Xiaoyu from Yujianmen?As far as these three Zixiao sects are going to attack her, the head of Bishuitian, the people of Zixiao sect are really very problematic!

"But I also said that if you bully the disciples of the Zixiao Sect, don't blame me for taking action. Master Linghua, it's you who should not go too far."

While Daoist Yinyue was speaking, she turned her head to look at Fuling's situation, the little girl was covered in blood, she seemed to have little strength, and she was about to lose her strength.

But how could Fu Ling, who was able to defeat the monster that made so many disciples of Zixiao sect helpless, lose so easily.

It doesn't matter if there are nine opponents, there is only one sword cultivator in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and she is definitely not an invincible opponent.

"Reverend Linghua, if Fuling wins, you should prepare to apologize to the two senior brothers." Yin Yue said to Reverend Linghua after withdrawing her gaze.

Although Daoist Linghua didn't show it on the face, he sneered in his heart, can Fuling win?What to win?

Originally, her strength was not as good as her opponent's, and she suffered such a serious injury. It would be fine to change to an arrogant opponent, but her opponent Zhou Xiaoyu had already participated in the Ultramarine Conference for the fourth time, and it was also her last time. She will never let herself stop in the first round.

"The winner is definitely Zhou Xiaoyu." Master Linghua gritted his teeth.

But at this time on the ring, Fu Ling used all of her spiritual power to gather on the tip of the sword.

"Xue Che, let me see how sharp you are." Fu Ling swung her sword forward, and her figure was suddenly as fast as a breeze, and she came to Zhou Xiaoyu in an instant.

Zhou Xiaoyu's sword was also approaching Fuling, and her sword pointed at Fuling's shoulder again. Seeing the wound on Fuling's shoulder, she subconsciously deflected her sword and stabbed at the uninjured place.

But in just this moment, Xueche had already reached Zhou Xiaoyu's waist, and Zhou Xiaoyu immediately concentrated all his spiritual power on his waist to defend against Xueche's attack.

But Xueche has turned to Zhou Xiaoyu's wrist spontaneously, a little bit of frost condensed on the snow-white sword, and the bone-chilling coldness made Zhou Xiaoyu's wrist tremble. After Zhou Xiaoyu looked down at her wrist, she A big gash had been opened on his wrist, and his hand was completely exhausted.

Fu Ling took the opportunity to fly Zhou Xiaoyu's sword.

The sword landed with a crisp sound, announcing the result of the competition.

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at her knocked-off sword, and still couldn't react. Compared with Fu Ling's injury, the injury on her wrist was nothing, but she didn't hold her own sword...

It's not that Zhou Xiaoyu never lost his sword in previous battles, but at that time, he just had to pull out the spare sword from the storage bag.

But here is a ring competition, all she can use is one weapon, and she can no longer take anything out of the storage bag.

She didn't realize it until now, it turned out that in the competition between her and Fu Ling's two sword cultivators, to win it was not only about beating the opponent until they couldn't get up, but also the possibility of losing her own sword.

This is a fact that she never thought of but Fu Ling noticed from the very beginning.

Fuling is different from her, Fuling probably never thought of letting her sword out of her hand, no matter in the arena or at other times.

Zhou Xiaoyu didn't think there was anything wrong with a sword cultivator like herself, but a sword cultivator like Fu Ling who was so obsessed with a sword was probably more like a real sword cultivator than her.

"I lost, you and your sword are very powerful." Zhou Xiaoyu didn't make any excuses, and simply admitted defeat.

"Xiaoyu won the prize. If it wasn't for the competition in the ring, I would definitely have died under Xiaoyu's sword. It was because Xiaoyu hesitated just now because he was worried about my injury that he gave me an opportunity."

Fuling fell down slowly while talking, Xueche quickly flew behind Fuling to support Fuling, so that Fuling didn't fall to the ground.

"But I'm still not reconciled to losing to you," Zhou Xiaoyu bit her lip, her eyes moistened unknowingly, she didn't want to cry, but she just couldn't help it, "Fu Ling, I will come again in three years, when When you compete with me again, I will definitely win you!"

"I am ten years older than you, and my cultivation base is also higher than yours. I am your senior in the way of swordsmanship. I will always beat you in the future, and I will never give you a chance to win against me!"

Putting her hands on the ground, Fu Ling raised her head to look at Zhou Xiaoyu, and smiled, "I won't lose either. Sooner or later my cultivation will catch up with you."

Zhou Xiaoyu left with reluctance and regret, while Jie Nian, who had already finished the first round, jumped onto the ring to support Fu Ling, and asked, "Little benefactor, are you okay?"

After being supported by Jie Nian, Fu Ling took a few pills from the storage bag and took them. After taking a breath, she felt that the spiritual energy in her body began to recover slowly, and the bleeding wound gradually stopped. Blood.

"Master, can you help me get off the ring? It doesn't seem good for me to sit here and affect other people's competition." Fu Ling asked Jie Wan.

Hearing this, Jiejian couldn't help saying: "Amitabha."

"Aren't the little benefactors worried about their own injuries? At this time, they are still worried about affecting other people's competitions." This little benefactor really has more Buddha nature than him.

　Thank you YS. for your reward~

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