Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 16
Song Qingwu stopped talking. She and senior brother Jiuru had two different personalities, and their acting styles were also very different.

In this matter, no one is right or wrong, it's just that the positions and personalities are different, and the ways of thinking are different.

Jiuru wanted to say a few words, but he stopped.

Song Qingwu looked at him puzzled.

"Just let her suffer and learn a lesson."

When it's critical, he can just make a move.

As the two of them thought, Lu Qingye had already been ready to give it a try.

After a disciple was helped off the stage, she took a deep breath, picked up her sword, and walked onto the stage.

The blood on the ring hadn't dried up yet, and Zhou Yonglong, who had just won, was still enjoying the cheers from the audience when he saw Lu Qingye walking up.

Zhou Yonglong looked Lu Qingye up and down and loosened his tibia.

"You want to challenge me?"

Zhou Yonglong practiced boxing and was very big. Standing in front of Lu Qingye, he looked like a small mountain.

After guarding the arena for several consecutive games, Zhou Yonglong's body was full of evil energy at this moment.

Lu Qingye raised his hands and cupped his fists in salute.

"Junior sister Lu Qingye is so polite!"

Zhou Yonglong narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly there was a whistle from the audience.

"Okay! Zhou Yonglong! She didn't pay attention to you! A new disciple who has just started to challenge you! Isn't this a vague provocation! Teach her a lesson! Let this little junior sister know how powerful our old disciple is! In the future, no one will step on your head! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha! Zhou Yonglong, are you okay?!"

"Come on Zhou Yonglong! Punch her twice!"

"Don't! You people, why don't you know how to feel sorry for Junior Sister? Look at the delicate appearance of Junior Junior Sister, Zhou Yonglong's fist hit her body, don't you cry to death?! A bunch of rough men! Let my mother fuck! My mother makes her ass bloom !"

"Hahaha!"

The cheers from the disciples around him made Zhou Yonglong grind his teeth.

Although knowing that these people are watching the fun is not a big deal.

But he also wants to save face, okay?

Zhou Yonglong looked at Lu Qingye fiercely.

"Think about it! Senior brother, my fists don't recognize anyone!"

Lu Qingye immediately entered a state of preparation for war.

"Then the junior sister asked the senior brother for advice on two tricks!"

Seeing that the two had made up their minds, the disciple in charge immediately rang the bell and drum to start the battle.

Lu Qingye held the sword, the lively voices from the audience disappeared into her world at this moment, and she only had Zhou Yonglong in her eyes.

Although Zhou Yonglong felt that Lu Qingye was not very good, his many years of combat experience made him not underestimate the enemy.

The spiritual energy in his Dantian surged, his hands clenched into fists, and he quickly attacked Lu Qingye.

The sound of piercing air made Lu Qingye feel the pressure.

Different from what she felt when watching from the audience, at this moment she even felt that the air in front of her was torn and twisted by Zhou Yonglong's fist wind.

Spirit power emerged from Lu Qingye's feet, and he quickly avoided it.

Zhou Yonglong's first punch missed the air, and all the disciples watching immediately whistled again.

He was not disturbed by the shouts of those people and punched the air. Although it was a bit unexpected, it was expected.

If you don't even have this reaction, it would be stupid to challenge him in the ring.

He was not hit by a fist, and before Lu Qingye could heave a sigh of relief, Zhou Yonglong's second punch came one after another.

Compared with the first punch, the second punch was obviously faster, with a more tricky angle and more force.

Lu Qingye dodged again, but this time Zhou Yonglong seemed to know it in advance. The moment she turned around, he turned his feet and blocked her escape route.

"Oh!"

The spiritual powers collided together, and Lu Qingye stepped back dozens of steps. The hand that had just resisted the fist holding the sword was already cracked, and blood was gurgling down.

Lu Qingye gritted her teeth. At this moment, she felt very clearly that there was a huge difference between what was in her mind, what was watching in the audience, and what was actually fighting in the ring.

Without experience, even though he thought of all kinds of countermeasures before going on stage, when he actually got on stage, when he saw the danger approaching, his mind was blank.

Lu Qingye couldn't help but clenched his long sword tightly.

Zhou Yonglong curled his lips.

"Junior sister, you have great cultivation, but no combat experience. Your skills are also the basic combat skills of the sect. I have already memorized your every step. You are no match for me!"

Zhou Yonglong's words were straightforward, directly poking at Lu Qingye's shortcomings.

Suddenly some disciples burst into laughter.

"Isn't it true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?"

"Oh, it's not a good thing to be too impatient."

"Some of these new disciples just rely on their own talents, and forget that practicing together is not just talking on paper!"

"Let's go back and practice more!"

Jiuru stood in the crowd and looked at Lu Qingye with lowered eyes.

Lu Qingye took a deep breath.

"Also ask the brother to advise!"

Seeing Lu Qingye charging forward without retreating, the disciples in the audience shook their heads.

"Face is not earned this way."

"The little girl's family is thin-skinned, and she still refuses to admit defeat."

Under the scorching sun, Lu Qingye's nose was bruised and his face was swollen on the stage.

Zhou Yonglong wiped the corners of his mouth and bared his teeth.

"Still not admitting defeat?!"

Lu Qingye staggered a little.

She knew that now she had reached her limit.

She lost.

There is no point in continuing to fight other than overloading one's body.

Lu Qingye bent down.

"I admit defeat, thank you brother for your advice."

Zhou Yonglong, who was still gearing up, was slightly taken aback.

In fact, he was also pissed off by Lu Qingye.

Lu Qingye was indeed inexperienced, and even a little reckless.

During the fight between the two, they were almost injured all over by him.

But she is very resilient and does not complain about pain.

Hearing that Lu Qingye conceded defeat at this moment, Zhou Yonglong's anger also subsided.

Looking at Lu Qingye who was in a mess, his brain gradually realized that although Lu Qingye was miserable, after a battle, he also made a lot of progress.

This made Zhou Yonglong's teeth ache, and it was time for him to be used as a tool to improve his experience.

However, Lu Qingye's unwillingness to admit defeat also caught Zhou Yonglong's eyes.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Lu Qingye."

"Okay, Lu Qingye, right? Go back and practice hard, and when you improve, come and fight with me again! I, Zhou Yonglong, from the 32nd peak of the outer sect, remember."

Lu Qingye's eyes lit up immediately.

"Thank you, brother!"

Zhou Yonglong snorted.

"Let's go, silly, your eyes are so swollen that you can hardly see them! Don't make yourself cry when you go back!"

The laughter of the disciples watching from the audience became much quieter.

Most of them are not fools. Lu Qingye does have no experience, but judging from her qualifications and understanding, all she lacks is time.

It is not a vase with empty qualifications.

They can survive it now, but the future is hard to say.

Seeing Lu Qingye limping away, Song Qingwu touched his heavy sword.

"Senior Brother Jiuru...this Lu Qingye, his body is obviously very weak, but his strength...is not small?"

Song Qingwu felt a little strange.

"It stands to reason that physical strength also determines one's own strength and tenacity... I will have to look for another opportunity to look at it later."

To be honest, Song Qingwu had his heart set on Lu Qingye, the little girl's ruthlessness was too much to her liking.

If Lu Qingye's body muscles could be changed, and it wasn't so bad, she wouldn't mind accepting a disciple and spending a lot of money to cleanse her essence and cut her marrow.

Jiuruo on the side couldn't help but darken his face.

(End of this chapter)