After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Li Juan threw away the black chess in his hand: "You woke up a lot faster than I thought, saving me a lot of effort."

"In that case, in a few days, pack up and go to Kunshan."

Qiao Wan was stunned: "So fast?"

Li Juing said in a deep voice, "Enough."

Before he finished speaking, Dao Dahong's figure suddenly floated down from the window. Wang Ruyi stood upside down and applauded: "Good job!!"

Li Bing didn't even look at it, and calmly picked up a black chess, which hit Wang Ruyi's forehead.

Wang Ruyi covered his forehead and complained in a whimpering voice, "Uncle Li, you are too inhumane."

"Qiao Qiao, are you going to take me back to Kunshan this time?" Wang Ruyi sat up straight, straightening her hair.

After leaving Jiuyue Mountain, Wang Ruyi followed "Lu Cixian" to Buping Academy, and stayed in Buping Academy for the time being.

Li Juing smiled: "Follow, what can you do?"

"Uncle Li, you don't understand," the female corpse sat up with a serious expression, "Friend Chu once told me."

"The best way to deal with a **** is to be more **** than her."

Forgot to mention, since the hot spring, Wang Ruyi and Chu Tongzheng have established a magical friendship, and they have kept in touch until now.

Li Ju:  …

The ignorant steel stupid straight man, his eyebrows twitched slightly, this is indeed a very simple and rude wisdom.

"Take me." The female corpse blinked and pinched her voice softly, "Brother Cixian?"

The boy's cold face flushed slightly.

"..."

The ignorant steel stupid straight man Li Ju, his brows twitched again, and he let out a low cough.

"When you go, I have something to tell you."

Qiao Wan immediately saluted: "Senior, please speak."

"For your own sake, you can't have a conflict with Zhou Yan now." Li Juan's expression was indifferent, "Zhou Yan is your master, what kind of character he is, you must know in your heart, this person is indecisive, and if you want to deal with him, it's still those four Words, attack the heart first."

"I need you to pretend to reconcile with him and help me find something."

One hundred and twentieth floor.

Soon.

Breathing heavily, she leaned the sword in her hand against the tree, and Qiao Wan took out the jade card in her arms again, her **** fingers, and opened the Kunshan "Forum" tremblingly, and glanced at it.

The Xiao family moved much faster than she imagined.

Although I haven't seen Weibo public opinion, I know the importance of people's fear and the importance of three people becoming a tiger. At the beginning of three quarters, the trend of public opinion on this jade card began to be one-sided, and it was obviously the result of someone participating.

——Although Mu Daoyou is "touching porcelain", it is an irrefutable fact that Qiao Wan wants to kill her fellow senior sister in the secret realm. Mu Daoyou's friends are worried about her safety, and I think this is also understandable. Common sense.

These kinds of remarks, in the middle of the field, each play a big stick, and act as a rationale, and they just turn the wind in a different direction.

He has never experienced Weibo tearing up the sinister waste in the world, Bai Long holding a jade slip, poached eggs with tears in his eyes.

How is this good? ! qaq

However, this discussion went on and on, and under the guidance of people with intentions, the focus was finally shifted to "Whether Qiao Wan can successfully mark 220 within three days".

——Don’t say this, Qiao Wan went to climb the tower to climb the tower, right? 220 Can she hit it?

——Although the inner sect disciples don’t often go to the White Pagoda, these 200 and later are the world of the inner sect, and these inner sect brothers and sisters are not so easy to deal with.

- 220? It is estimated that Qiao will have to go home after reaching the 180th floor late.

Um……

After pondering for a while, Qiao Wan did not intend to act rashly for the time being, and decided to go to the cafeteria to have a meal first.

Although her traffic is quite high, Qiao Wan scratched her head, but it has not reached the point where everyone in Kunshan pays attention. In short, let the public opinion ferment for a while.

In the Baita, he abused or was abused for a whole day, knowing that his physical and mental strength had reached the limit, he casually re-bandaged the wound, called Shang Jun Caiwei and Gan Nan, and rushed to the dining hall without stopping.

As a result, he ran into Qi Feidao and Fang Lingqing as soon as he arrived at the cafeteria.

"Hey, that's not it." Holding a plate of rice, Fang Lingqing was stunned for a moment, then stopped subconsciously.

Qi Fei said, "That's not what?"

Fang Lingqing: "Isn't that...that Qiao Wan?"

Qi Feidao's footsteps also stopped, and he glanced in the direction of Fang Lingqing.

The girl had already walked away, her head was shiny, her face was splashed with blood that had not been wiped clean, she was wearing a pink gauze skirt, and her face was fierce.

The man was wearing straw sandals, and the corners of his lips were raised.

Eh, this Demon Territory Princess really has a bit of personality.

...

Qiao Wan, who was eating, didn't know it, and without a teacher, Xiao Huan, who had played with the "control evaluation" method for a while, was leaning on the soft couch and asked with a smile, "Is it all cleaned up?"

Jun Caiwei didn't eat, he just drank, raised his head and took a sip of wine, the man raised his eyes slightly, and clicked on the jade slip on the dining table: "You pay attention, I think the Xiao family may start in this area. "

Qiao Wan blankly pulled a bowl of rice, chewed it, and made a gesture.

In the face of this absolute strength, conspiracies are all paper tigers.

There are still two days, and now her energy must be focused on how to hit 220.

220 No matter how difficult it is, can Meng Canglang, Xie Xingzhi and Baishanhu be cruel? The combat power of these three people can be ranked after the 220th floor, not to mention the demon emperor whose combat power has broken through the ceiling of the White Tower. She has fought against each other, and she is not afraid at all!

Putting down his rice bowl, he picked up the sword on the table, and went again in a hurry.

Gan Nan looked worried: "Is your little sister okay? I'm always a little worried."

Jun Caiwei waved her hand: "Don't worry."

Mei Yuanbai, Su Buhuo's daughter.

Jun Caiwei sneered in her heart, what else is there to worry about?

For the next two days, Qiao Wan's back was raging with flames, the trumpet hurried day and night, and the tuba aggressively drove all the way through, without falling over a round.

【Fuck me! Fellow Daoists, Qiao Wan has won 20 consecutive victories! 】

【Thirty consecutive victories! 】

[Forty consecutive victories! 】

Affected by this passionate fighting spirit, Gan Nan hesitated for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves and threw himself into the arduous struggle of climbing the tower.

Everyone in Kunshan stretched their necks, waiting for Qiao Wan to fall from the White Pagoda. In sharp contrast, her fellow senior sister Mu Xiaoxiao stopped at more than 60. layer, it is difficult to go any further.

In the quiet room, the real person Xuanzhong glanced at Jianxian sitting beside him with a smile: "Does the real person think Qiao Wan can score 220?"

Zhou Yan lowered his eyebrows: "Wan'er is my apprentice, and I have done my best to reach the 200th floor. After that, there will be real disciples Gong Yuanfan, Elder Xuantong's disciple Wen Xiaowei, and Miao Xing's disciple, waiting for the elites from the inner sect to take over. , Wan'er is young and has little experience."

Joe late she...

The real Yuqing frowned, and there was not much expression on his face.

Compared with Xiaoxiao, it is still too extreme.

"According to what the real person means, is it that you can't hit this 220?" Xuanzhong real person smiled, "It's hard to say, after all, a young man is passionate about fighting, so he might get 220 if he fights."

After drinking a sip of tea, the real person Xuanzhong handed out an invitation: "I wonder if the real person would like to go to the White Pagoda with me?"

Zhou Yan was silent for a moment, then stood up, "Alright."

To be honest, he didn't believe that Qiao Wan could hit 220.

In this crucial arena match, a lot of people came to the scene, and a group of Kunshan disciples who were too idle spontaneously gathered on Bikong Island, waiting for the result of this match.

Besides Zhou Yan, there were also Mu Xiaoxiao.

As soon as she saw Zhou Yan, the girl bowed and saluted, softly calling out, "Master."

After seeing the real person Xuanzhong beside Zhou Yan: "Real person."

The real person Xuanzhong smiled kindly: "Smile, I haven't seen you for a few days, but I look a little more beautiful than before. How is your cultivation? Is there anything you don't understand?"

Mu Xiaoxiao shook his head.

Xuanzhong Zhenren nodded: "Your junior sister is now in her 40s, and she has already formed the elixir, and they have gone out of the same door. Xiaoxiao, you have to learn more from your junior sister."

The old man laughed teasingly: "Also, after next year, you will be 55 years old? You are already a big girl, why do you still love to haunt your master like a little girl?"

Mu Xiaoxiao paused for half a second before realizing that the real person in front of Xuanzhong meant that she put all her energy into dressing up.

He couldn't help but look a little uneasy, and looked at Zhou Yan subconsciously.

Zhou Yan looked straight ahead, didn't look here, just raised his hand slightly: "Xiaoxiao, come to me."

Only then did Mu Xiaoxiao walk over nervously, and the skirt swept across the ground like a new blooming peach.

"Master, Junior Sister Wan'er..."

Zhenzhen Xuanzhong glanced and smiled: "What? Are you worried about your junior sister?"

"I'm just worried about Junior Sister Wan'er's safety." Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously murmured twice: "It's fine if you win, if you lose..."

Zhenzhen Xuanzhong stroked his beard, smiled meaningfully, and blinked, "Don't worry, and take a good look at your junior sister's performance."

Qiao Wan, whether she can hit 220 is still unknown.

Sensing the movement of the wheelchair behind him, Zhenzhen Xuanzhong didn't turn his head back and said with a smile, "Master Ma, you are here too."

The answer was a low male voice: "I have seen the real person Xuanzhong."

After taking his seat, Ma Huaizhen turned his attention to the field.

In this match, Qiao Wan's opponent was coincidentally Weng Hui.

The young senior brother saluted with a warm smile, "Fellow Daoist Qiao, we meet again."

Looking at the girl in front of him, Weng Hui still felt a little emotional.

At the bottom of the Changhong Cliff, the image of this girl slaughtering Keats with blood on her face is still vivid in my mind. I didn't expect that after a few months of hard work, she had already completed the pill and stood in front of him openly.

The girl's body is firm, her eyes are clear, and there is not a trace of excess fat on her body. This is obviously a warrior who is ready to go.

Not a monk, but a warrior, a pure warrior.

Jun Caiwei stood under the ring and watched: "This battle is the first battle for Brother Niu to return to Kunshan in the true sense. You must win a little bit and fight a beautiful turnaround."

Gan Nan was still a little uneasy.

It was Weng Hui who made the move first, and the young man whispered, "Offended."

Be the first to attack!

Qiao Wan immediately greeted her without fear!

Don't look at Weng Hui's warm and jade-like appearance, he actually used a big sword.

As for Qiao Wan, she was empty-handed.

empty handed?

The Kunshan disciples were all stunned.

Before confronting Weng Hui, Qiao Wan knew in her heart that her sword, which she used to work together, and the sword she used to meet Weng Hui would have a very miserable ending without thinking.

So this time, she's going to use her hands.

Qiao Wan's head began to spin rapidly. She helped her set up an evaluation unit during the fight with Xie Xingzhi at the Three Teachings Dharma Conference, thank you.

A conservative estimate, assuming 1 Xie Xingzhi = 3 Weng Hui.

She can beat Xie Xingzhi back half a zhang with one palm.

Then, she can beat Weng back 1.5 feet with one palm, which is about 4.995 meters.

Well, that's enough.

The big blade was extremely sharp, and the girl stepped back half a step, but she met her bare hands with a pair of fleshy palms!

boom!

A muffled sound.

It turned out to be unscathed, and a pair of fleshy palms pushed the sharp edge of the blade away. With a twist of the wrist, the backhand firmly grasped the back of the blade in the palm of his hand.

As soon as they fought, Weng Hui secretly cried out in his heart.

I don't know what number of paths Qiao Wan was using, her figure was drifting, her palm was strange, the knife was like a bull in the sea, and she couldn't lift the slightest wave. He couldn't pull it out, he couldn't cut it, and he was in a dilemma of being unable to advance or retreat.

Qiao Wan, she... retains her strength?

A bold guess slowly came to mind, and for a while, Weng Hui was stunned by the guess and was slightly absent-minded.

From the first floor all the way to the 220th floor, in just three days, the physical strength and energy that must be spent during this period are unimaginable by others. If they are in such a high-intensity battle, they can still retain their strength to deal with him.

Qiao Wan, is she hanging up? ! !

Everyone is a monk, and the Kunshan disciples in the audience obviously also thought of this, and a question appeared in their minds at the same time.

Qiao Wan...Is it made of iron? !

Obviously, no, although it is an individual cultivation, forging her body to the extreme, the girl is still a body of flesh and blood.

"Zhenzhen, you have a good apprentice."

Zhou Yan was startled.

He never thought that Qiao Wan would be able to hit the 220th floor, but now the young girl in the ring and Weng Hui of Jindan period actually fought on a par.

Under the arena, everyone can't stop watching.

Is this still Joe late?

Is this still the waste Qiao Wan who went through the back door? !

Compared with the embarrassing and narrow victory in the battle under the Changhong Cliff, the girl's shot is obviously more neat, her moves are open and close, and she has a little more calmness and calmness.

The two of them on the stage were about to become two intertwined afterimages.

Facing the strange gazes from time to time around, Mu Xiaoxiao tightened her skirt and looked at Qiao Wan with complicated eyes.

Up to now, she didn't know how she felt about Qiao Wan.

The girl thought helplessly.

She envied her, longed to be her, and envied her, and secretly despised her in her heart.

Catching Weng Hui's dazed moment, Qiao Wan immediately took a few steps forward.

Although the girl is slender, these few steps are like the overturning of Mount Tai.

At this moment, Qiao Wan moved again! Hit the back of the knife with a backhand!

when!

The energy penetrated all the way along the back of the knife into the handle, and then to the skin.

Weng Hui only felt that most of his body suddenly became numb, and a strong force mixed with a little thunder and lightning rushed towards him like a mountain and a sea.

Qiao Wan quickly took advantage of the situation, turned around, and took out the knife!

Sword One Quick Kill! !

The movement of the golden blade breaking through the air sounded!

The broad-mouthed knife stuck close to the handsome face of the young man, and was deeply inserted into the lacquer pillar of the arena behind him.

The entire White Pagoda was deadly silent for a second, and in an instant, there was an uproar, because this game didn't last for a quarter of an hour.

"How is it?" On the stand, Zhenzhen Xuanzhong adjusted to a more comfortable posture, sat firmly, and smiled at Mu Xiao.

"Are you still worried about your junior sister's safety?"

In an instant, Mu Xiaoxiao's face was ashen.

However, there was no joy in victory as everyone imagined. Although he won, Qiao Wan was still thinking about another thing.

Retracting the knife, Qiao Wan looked at the man in the white robe in a daze in the arena. His eyes touched Zhou Yan's cold eyes, and he paused slightly, feeling a little hesitant and swaying in his heart.

Could it be that...she really wants to pretend to reconcile with Zhou Yan and deceive his feelings as Senior Li said?