Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 6 The Battle Begins

Han Jiangxue appeared in the palm of his hand, and Lu Yun stood holding a sword, too lazy to talk nonsense.

"slow!"

The bewitching voice interrupted Lu Yun's fighting spirit. Lu Yun turned her head and saw her senior brother surrounded by a group of women, who still had time to wave to herself.

"I would like to ask the Second Elder to check on Junior Sister Feng's condition to make sure she has recovered."

"In order not to wait until half of the old disease relapses, I will become a bully of my junior sister!"

Ji Hongxi, who still had lip marks on her face, was very rude, but what she said made sense.

"I'm ok."

Hearing this, Feng Yuyao shook her head, as if I was fine.

But there was a dark color in that flickering gaze, which was the chagrin of being seen through.

Damn Ji Hongxi, damn Lu Yun, damn Wen Tianfeng!
"I'm not afraid that you're fine, but I'm afraid that you'll be brave."

"Since there is a competition, it must be fair."

"Also ask the second elder to help!"

Ji Hongxi was still shouting, when he saw a person approaching in the air, it was Duanlang.

"If you want to come to the second elder's inspection results, the big guy must have no objections, right?"

Ji Hongxi winked at the women beside her, and immediately, those women covered their faces in response.

"No comment no comment."

"Senior brother Ji is right, we trust the second elder."

Many disciples didn't like Lu Yun, but they also recognized that the second elder expressed their support.

"That's right, if you want to lose, you have to let Lu Yun lose clearly."

These words were very sharp, and in Feng Yuyao's ears, her face turned pale.

"What do you two say?"

Duanlang, who was "invited" over, watched the two people below speak with a dignified expression.

"Can!"

Lu Yun withdrew the sword temporarily, so Feng Yuyao could only nod her head no matter how she refused.

A wave of spiritual energy enveloped her, wandering through her body, making her unable to move so domineeringly.

After thoroughly checking Feng Yuyao's body, Duanlang nodded: "The injury is healed, and the realm is stable. Nephew Feng can rest assured to compete."

"Thank you, Second Elder."

A stiff smile appeared on Feng Yuyao's face.

One of her escape routes was cut off.

But it doesn't matter, now that I have suppressed Lu Yun's two realms, it is impossible for the other party to win me.

After regaining her strength, Feng Yuyao's aura was rising, and she became more confident.

Those proud eyebrows made Song Xiao's eyes glow with a little love, and he stepped aside.

"Junior Sister Lu, I'm ready!"

Feng Yuyao made a move, and a scarlet sword appeared in her hand.

As soon as the sword appeared, the surrounding temperature rose. If you look carefully, you can see a thin layer of flames burning on the sword, and there are phoenix patterns on the sword.

The excruciating temperature is surprising.

"This is Senior Sister Feng's saber Fire Phoenix."

"Yes, I heard that this sword is one of the ten most powerful swords in the Sword Tomb. It was forged from the spiritual bone of a phoenix in ancient times. Senior Sister Feng is really powerful."

"Isn't Lu Yun's Han Jiangxue one of the ten?"

"Even so, Lu Yun's sword was suppressed by Senior Sister Feng's in terms of attributes."

Hanjiangxue belongs to ice, while Huofenghuang belongs to fire.

Huo Kebing, this is a matter of course.

What's more, Feng Yuyao's cultivation base is two small steps higher than Lu Yun's.

It is almost impossible for Lu Yun to win.

None of the disciples liked Lu Yun very well, but Ji Hongxi was the only one who shouted loudly, surrounded by beauties.

"Junior Sister, come on, if you win, I invite you to drink flower wine!"

These words made Lu Yun want to strike with a sword.

She is a woman, what kind of flower wine does she drink!
With a wave of hands, Han Jiangxue came out again, Lu Yun looked at Feng Yuyao in front of her, her gaze was like a sword, and her face was fearless.

"Please!"

After the word fell, Feng Yuyao took the lead.

With a stab of a sword, flames rose, and even the air around Lu Yun was distorted.

The scorching temperature made Lu Yun turn sideways to avoid it.

A strand of hair was scattered in the air, chopped off, and burned to ashes.

"Junior Sister Lu, be careful." Feng Yuyao, who kindly reminded her, had hidden pride deep in her eyes.

In her opinion, Lu Yun is not her opponent at all.

If he hadn't been careless before, he wouldn't have allowed Lu Yun to take the opportunity to get the spiritual fruit.

This time, she will prove her strength!

The fire phoenix kept going, and the sword formula used by Feng Yuyao was exactly the Cangfeng sword formula.

Under the most basic sword art, the wind danced, fueling the fire.

A phoenix crowing could be heard faintly beside his ears.

The red flames shot up into the sky with majestic momentum. Feng Yuyao's every move seemed to be rubbed out of the sword formula without any mistakes.

On the other hand, Lu Yun seemed to be having a hard time coping.

Lu Yun opened and closed her sword moves, and the cold air on the cold river and snow spread under her feet under the influence of the blue wind.

She also used the Blue Wind Sword Art.

"Hey, this Lu Yun doesn't think that she can win Senior Sister Feng with the same moves as Senior Sister Feng."

In some people's eyes, Lu Yun's behavior is just asking for trouble.

"Hmph, I think she is not good at learning, she doesn't know anything else."

Some disciples ridiculed Lu Yun, his whole body trembled, and when he turned his head, he saw Ji Hongxi staring at him with a smile not far away.

That smiling devil!

The disciple trembled and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

On the stage, Lu Yun, who seemed to be suppressed, was actually able to handle it with ease.

Feng Yuyao's sword moves are precise and without mistakes, but she doesn't have her own understanding, she just follows the path of her predecessors.

If it wasn't for the wind to help the fire, her sword move might not be as powerful as it seems.

Lu Yun held a sword flower.

The three-foot long sword thrust out obliquely and fell along Feng Yuyao's side.

The cold air condensed in the air, freezing part of the flames.

Although the ice melted quickly and Feng Yuyao also counterattacked, it seemed that Lu Yun's counterattack failed.

Disciples may not see the way.

But the broken waves in the sky can be seen clearly.

The chill on Lu Yun's sword was accumulating, but it hadn't reached its peak yet.

On the snow-white sword blade, there was a cold light shining, and when the sword was raised, a strong wind suddenly rose.

In the flames flickering, the sky... snow fell.

"Snowing?"

Exclamation sounded.

Now it's April in the world, where does the snow come from?

"It's Lu Yun!"

Someone saw the key.

Lu Yun's sword suddenly moved a little faster, and the sword lights overlapped densely, attacking Feng Yuyao without gaps.

If the wind and rain don't stop.

"It's a good trick to carry the wind and rain!"

Every disciple knows the Blast Wind Sword Jue, but not every disciple can use it as powerfully as Lu Yun.

"No, it's wind and snow."

Ji Hongxi, who was watching the battle, had already left among those Yingyingyanyans at some point.

From the corner of the eye, I saw a certain second junior brother leaving quietly.

He looked at the dazzling Lu Yun on the stage and raised his lips.

The outcome has been decided, it's just that these fools still can't see it.

His junior sister's comprehension, in the words of the master, is that the Tibetan Sword Sect has been ranked among the top three in the past 900 years.

And he always felt that Master was a little more modest.

Is Feng Yuyao a genius?

Hehe, his little junior sister is the real genius in this hidden sword sect!
On the stage, compared to others, Feng Yuyao, who was in it, could feel the pressure best.

(End of this chapter)