Master, there’s something wrong with the way she looks at me.

"Why do you need to explain it to others when you act all your life?"

This sentence is domineering.

Ning Qingxue gently muttered the words Ling Qingchen said, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but show a light smile.

This rebel has poor qualifications and a very good spirit.

In the future, I can't say, I can really climb to the top of that avenue.

"The great competition of the sect continues today.

Please go to the lottery office to draw lots. A

proud and upright figure, stepping on a flying sword, stood with his hands in his hands.

Standing on a high place, he announced with an indifferent face.

The person who spoke was none other than the current head of the Qingyun Sect, Ye Xingjian.

"Let's go draw lots!" Ning

Qingxue waved her hand and said.

"Hmm.

Ling Qingchen and Luo Ji both nodded.

Afterwards, they went to their respective draw locations.

"Have you heard, have you heard?

What the waste wood of Qingchen Peak drew today is the Broken Wave Fist Mo Yu.

"Is it Mo Yu, the disciple of Elder Taishang who is rumored to be able to break the waves with one punch?"

"Yes, it's him, it seems that today's Qingchen Peak waste materials are probably more auspicious."

Senior Brother Mo's Broken Wave Fist is not in vain.

Ling Qingchen: "What's

the matter

with the luck of the "......"? How did you get the opponents who were drawn

more famous than the other? Yesterday the Jedi Spear God is breaking the wave fist again today

? Why didn't anyone? Isn't

my hundred-step flying sword yesterday handsome?

It seems that I still have to do it myself to promote myself.

After getting his number, Ling Qingchen came to a ring under the leadership of the staff.

On the ring, there was already a man with an inch head.

The expression on his face was very lazy.

It's as if nothing in this world can attract his attention.

He has strong muscles and a pair of gloves on his hands.

It's a bit of a boxing champion.

"Qingyun Sword God is clear of dust.

Ling Qingchen appeared in white, and the long sword in his hand flicked lightly.

The expression on his face was full of indifference.

A dusty and elegant temperament is revealed from its body.

In a pair of eyes as vast as the starry sky, the sword light surged, as if it contained infinite sword intent, extremely sharp.

There is quite a hint of the style of a contemporary sword fairy.

Coupled with Ling Qingchen's handsome and perfect face, it couldn't help but cause many female disciples in the audience to scream again and again.

Ning Qingxue: "...... this

rebel, can he really pretend?

Yesterday, he was resigned, asking himself if he could withdraw from the competition.

Is the Qingyun Sword God up today?"

Don't say something that is false or exaggerated.

Ning Qingxue glanced at the many female disciples in the audience whose eyes were shining.

A chill couldn't help but appear in his eyes, and he looked at Ling Qingchen coldly and said.

This rebel has attracted the attention of so many female disciples, it is really hateful!

Ling Qingchen: "......" "Qingchen Peak, Qingyun Sword God Ling Qingchen

.

Ling Qingchen groaned.

Ning Qingxue

: "...... can you have a face

?" Still Qingyun Sword God? I don't even dare to call myself Qingyun Sword God, but you claim

to be up?

Mo Yu: "...... this junior brother, you can pretend to be extraordinary?"

"Taishangfeng, Mo Yu."

Mo Yu said in a flat tone.

"The game is on. Accompanied

by Ning Qingxue's order.

Mo Yu's expression also began to become solemn.

Although Ling Qingchen still looks light and breezy on the surface.

But from Ling Qingchen, he felt a trace of an unusual aura.

That's the breath that a monk who doesn't belong to this realm.

"One hand breaks the sky, and the other sword dances the sky.

Dugu Nine Swords.

Ling Qingchen said softly.

The sound of sword roars echoed around Ling Qingchen's body.

As Ling Qingchen's words fell, the phantom of the Nine Sword Techniques appeared in the air.

"Normalize.

Ling Qingchen flicked his fingers, and the nine sword shadows in the air suddenly condensed and turned into a sharp long sword.

"Hmmm. A

crack sounded.

The long sword suddenly turned into a swimming dragon and slammed towards Mo Yu.

"Broken Wave Fist.

Mo Yu let out a low roar.

The Dao Dao fist shadow was swung out by Mo Yu.

Every fist shadow has the ability to break the waves and split the mountain.

Full of power and momentum.

There is a sense of shock as if a rock is falling.

The moment the fist shadow touched Ling Qingchen's long sword.

A hint of shock suddenly flashed in Mo Yu's eyes.

"Sword intent, you actually comprehended the sword intent?"

No matter how strong the power contained in the fist shadow was.

Facing the invincible sword intent.

It still looks so pale and weak.

The shadow of the Dao Dao fist suddenly seemed like a soap bubble.

Break at the touch of a button.

Mo Yu's figure took several steps backwards before he blocked Ling Qingchen's sword intent.

"Senior brother, genius.

In the realm of Jindan, he has comprehended the extraordinary sword intent.

The senior brother bowed to the wind.

Mo Yu arched his hand at Ling Qingchen, and then walked out of the ring very open-mindedly.

Like the Jedi Spear God Ding Dang, his fist is also at the point of momentum.

It's still far from the point where it is intended.

Unless his cultivation is done, he can crush Ling Qingchen and reach the Yuan Infant Realm.

Otherwise, with everyone at the same level, there was no way for him to be able to resist Ling Qingchen's sword intent.

As for fighting each other's defensive magic weapons, he was not so naïve, he felt that he could fight Ling Qingchen.

Although he was a disciple of Elder Taishang, what he ate was only part of Yifeng's resources.

And Ling Qingchen, what he eats, that is a whole peak of resources.

"Master, the disciple has won again.

Seeing that Mo Yu actually admitted defeat so open-mindedly, Ling Qingchen's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of joy.

Mo Yu's strength is much stronger than yesterday's Ding Dang.

If he really wanted to fight, Ling Qingchen was really a little panicked that he would be defeated.

After all, apart from sword intent, he has no stunt that he can master.

"Well, then,

are you going to make a request to the teacher again?" Ning

Qingxue asked with a calm face.

But in my heart, I was already a deer bumping into each other, and I was very nervous.

I gave him another chance to make a request.

This time, he should have been able to grasp it, right

? Don't give the opportunity to be useless!"

"Ah? If you win this time, can you make a request?"

Hearing Ning Qingxue's words, Ling Qingchen's eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of incredulity.

"Nature is true.

When did the teacher deceive you?"

Ning Qingxue nodded calmly.

"A gentleman's word?" Ling

Qingchen said tentatively.

"Horses are hard to chase.

Ning Qingxue replied with a firm face.

"Okay, back to the master, the disciple is still the same as yesterday's request.

Ling Qingchen nodded firmly.

Ning

Qingxue: "??? "Are you really not going to seize the opportunity?"

"Yesterday's request, what kind of request?"

Ning Qingxue pretended not to know and asked.

One more chance to change your mind.

This time, you should know what I mean, right?