After rebirth, the big sister tore up the script

"It's feasible," Shi Xing looked at Feng Yuewan with a hint of admiration, "Physical cultivation is divided into body refining state, split body state, condensed body state, combined body state, and nirvana state. It is said that a body repairer who has reached the nirvana state is invulnerable to fire and water, and I have never heard of any body cultivation that has reached this level."

Fengyue Wan blinked, and took out the Piying that gave Xie Mianzhi an important blow: "Then look, what is the level of physical cultivation that can be stabbed by this sword?"

Shi Xing is a serious swordsman, Su Qingchuan is a swordsman, both of them are attracted by Piying's smooth lines and sharp thin blade.

"Friend Feng Dao, this is a good sword, where did you get it?"

Feng Yuewan was a little embarrassed: "My natal sword, isn't it good?"

Shi Xing quickly calmed down: "The sword is a good sword, but if you are stabbed by this sword, it also depends on the strength of the sword user, how much force is used, at what angle, and which part of the stab."

"Oh……"

Feng Yuewan couldn't remember the situation at that time at all, so she couldn't guess what kind of cultivation level Xie Mianzhi was in.

Yan Rongyu: "Why don't you tell me who the person you injured is, maybe we know?"

Fengyue Wan shook her head: "I don't know his name."

How could she tell them that she had fought against Xie Mianzhi.

Ying Wuchen teased Feng Yuewan: "Senior Sister, they are finished, and Zen Master Miaohui won."

In fact, as Miduan was hit by Zen Master Miaohui's Buddhist pestle, the outcome of this match was basically announced.

Fengyue Wan was a little ashamed, she came to watch the game, and she forgot the surrounding environment when talking to people.

If it was normal, Shi Xing would definitely remind her, but now because of the sea of ​​consciousness barrier, the voice that would be heard at any time suddenly disappeared, and she was a little unaccustomed to it.

"Senior sister, let's go."

Fengyue regained her composure, and during her absence, the four of them had already walked away, some distance away from her.

Shi Xing's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Why are you all gone?" Feng Yuewan asked as she looked at the monks who left in twos and threes.

Shi Xing: "Due to the serious damage to the venue, the Nascent Soul competition is suspended."

Seeing Fengyuewan's surprised expression, Su Qingchuan said, "You are rare and strange": "Normal, high-level monks are very destructive, and the fighting time is still long. Otherwise, why do you think there are only twenty or so Nascent Soul monks participating, and the half-month schedule can be so full?"

Feng Yuewan looked at the familiar scenery: "Are we going to... Liuzhuo Peak?"

"Didn't you even look at the roster? Your junior brother is going to be in the ring soon."

Fengyue Wan hurriedly took out the roster, and sure enough, Ying Wuchen's show was coming soon.

"Why so fast?"

"There are many factors," said Shi Xing, who has participated in the Xianmen Grand Competition many times. "In the final analysis, it is nothing more than the good and the bad of the foundation-building monks. In order to take shortcuts, some monks with some financial resources rely too much on pills and elixir to advance, and their foundations are not stable."

Feng Yuewan nodded, and then said to Wuchen: "Little brother, you can just practice at your usual level of cultivation, you don't have to get a good ranking, our master doesn't value it."

She even felt that Zhong Limo didn't want the Zongmen to be famous at all.

"Senior sister, I know."

"Also, you don't need to be nervous when you are in the arena for the first time. You are already in the late stage of foundation building, and you haven't used any bad methods to improve your cultivation. What you lack is nothing more than some actual combat experience. Just come steadily."

Ying Wuchen hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "Senior Sister..."

"Ok?"

"Why do I feel like you are more nervous than me?"

When Ying Wuchen said this, Su Qingchuan couldn't help laughing first, and Yan Rong and He Shixing couldn't help laughing either.

For the first time, Fengyue Wan felt that the majesty of the senior sister was completely lost in front of Ying Wuchen.

"It's almost time for you, hurry up and get ready!"

When Ying Wuchen arrived at the preparation area next to the ring, Su Qingchuan laughed wantonly, causing the surrounding monks to look at him frequently.

"Master Jinglousu?!"

Someone recognized Su Qingchuan's identity and exclaimed in a low voice.

One person was recognized, and then Yan Rong and He Shixing were also recognized one after another.

"When did you wake up?"

"How long does it take for the world of cultivating immortals to wake up?"

"Isn't he useless?"

"Keep your voice down! Even if he is abolished, he is still a Nascent Soul cultivator, and we cannot compare..."

Some monks who knew the inside story were discussing in low voices, and most of the discussions centered on Shi Xing.

"These people are disgusting."

Shi Xing's face was still gentle: "Whatever they talk about, as they themselves said, even if my Shi Xing's cultivation goes backwards, they are not comparable to them."

His words did not deliberately lower his voice, even a cultivator who established the foundation could hear it if he listened carefully.

Feeling ashamed by the inner monk: "So what, we still have hope to advance, you can only be a Nascent Soul for the rest of your life! Nascent Soul cultivator has more than a thousand lifespan, and you have passed more than half of it, hahahaha!"

A rattan suddenly sprang out from the ground, and directly shook the monk: "It's really embarrassing, who do you think can no longer advance!"

Xie Nanxing covered his face and stood up: "You @#￥%&*..."

Fengyue Wan listened to his unbearable words, and pulled out another cane.

This time, Xie Nanxing took precautions and hid.

"Fellow Daoist," Yan Rongyu stood in front of Feng Yuewan, "Private fighting is prohibited during the competition..."

Feng Yuewan withdrew her hand bitterly: "You are lucky! Don't fall into the hands of me and my junior brother, otherwise you will have no chance to abstain!"

Xie Nanxing saw Fengyue Wan was awakened by Shi Xing, Su Qingchuan and Yan Rongyu were placed behind him in a protective posture, and a malicious smile flashed in his eyes: "Let me just say, it seems that you have subdued all three of them..."

When the surrounding monks saw how the three of them were protecting Feng Yuewan, and then saw Feng Yuewan's beautiful face, what they were thinking was betrayed by their own expressions.

Shi Xing's expression changed, and the coercion of the Nascent Soul stage suppressed all the monks: "Put away all your dirty thoughts!"

Yan Rong was stunned.

He hadn't woken up like this for a long time.

Su Qingchuan was also taken aback for a moment, but soon laughed.

He knew that even if Shi Xing seemed to become peaceful, even if he put on Yan Rong and that gentle mask, he was still a dignified person.

As long as there is an opportunity, they will return to the time they are familiar with.

Is it her?
The monks around here couldn't move under Shi Xing's coercion.

"I want to report that you are not allowed to shoot other monks during the Grand Competition. Shi Xing committed a foul and must be removed!" Xie Nanxing yelled.

Yan Rong and his brows frowned, trying to persuade Shi Xing to put down his coercion.

Su Qingchuan is a bastard, he said with a smirk: "I'm sorry, all the foundation establishment juniors, you should also know that Shi Xing is injured. After the injury, his coercion has become very unstable. Just wait a moment, and he will be able to control it later."

All the foundation-building monks: Who are you lying to!

Under the coercion of Shi Xing, they almost collapsed.

Until Ying Wuchen's voice sounded: "Senior sister, I won!"

Thanks to Φ§Φ, Tinglan Tingyu for the recommendation