A few inconspicuous stones lay quietly on the ground, with only a slight color difference between them.
The most important one was stepped on by Dong Yiyi. Then her foot was stepped on by this body cultivator.
Let you step on my toes... It's troublesome to compete with physical practitioners, and it's even more unbearable to compete with physical practitioners who don't respect martial ethics.
Weren't we all just idiots in the past? How come we have learned this now?
Dong Yiyi didn't plan to use all her strength now. The competition had just begun. The sword cultivator's trump card was the ultimate skill that best displayed her strength. These side tricks were all tricks.
Everyone despises those who use tricks in battle.
The formation under her feet lit up, Dong Yiyi turned around, led the person away with her sword, and the wind of the sword blew past her sideways cheek.
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In the main hall.
"Hey, this Xiao Xiao is going too far. Why is he using his physical strength to step on other people's toes?"
"That's what they teach at Ti Feng! The new little elder has taught these honest and honest boys to become slippery big fat loaches!"
"The stepping on the feet was unexpected. This can be regarded as exploiting the shortcomings of our body skills."
The elders of Jianfeng didn't care at all that their words were heard by the group of people from Tifeng next door. They even wished they had a reason to draw swords with them in the main hall.
"Um……"
Liu·She fear·Long-term isolation at home·Wenqiu.
As the master of Sword Peak, he really wanted to avoid attending the sect competition, but this time, Gu Chentong had turned into the image of a child these days, bent on bullying these nephews who were of a different generation than him.
That day, I was still in the cave, washing and rinsing my baby Wen Qiujian.
"Senior brother! The sect competition is the day after tomorrow! Remember to leave the seclusion and perform your duties as the chief supervisor of Jianfeng!"
Liu Wenqiu froze on the spot, barely holding his treasure Wenqiu Jian, and without opening the door, he directly sent a message to Gu Chentong outside the door, saying: "Do I still need to go? You are out of quarantine this year.
In our generation, what can you do for me?"
Gu Chentong stood at the door and refused decisively without thinking: "Brother, if you open the door and look at me, you will know that I am now in the shape of a child!"
Liu asked the Qiuzhai family eagerly, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with the child? You just turned into a child because of your cultivation, and your mind is quite childish and innocent. It's not like you are really a child? Our Shifang Sect can save Kufeng except
That little girl doll, how could she be a real child?"
"If you become the chief supervisor of the Jianfeng competition, the other elders will definitely not say anything!"
Liu Wenqiu held the sword in his arms, sat cross-legged on the ground, and leaned back against the gable wall.
According to the character of Junior Brother Gu, he should usually obey his advice, but unexpectedly, Gu Chentong completely put an end to his house plan.
"But senior brother, I signed up for the sect competition this time, and I have to go up there to play with swords! I have planned some time to bully these nephews! Let them not take me to play normally! This time I met
No one can escape if they fall in love with me, they all have to be taught a lesson by me!"
"..."
Liu Wenqiu: Who would have thought that I would still have a childish junior brother when I am a thousand years old?
Thinking of this, Liu Wenqiu, who was sitting in his seat, raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows. His eyes were full of sorrow, and the colorful water mirrors in the hall made his eyes hurt.
After vaguely listening to the words of several elders from his own peak, Liu Wenqiu also pointed out the picture of Dong Yiyi on a water mirror, "How can a physical practitioner do something like stepping on the feet..."
Liu Wenqiu was stunned, and so were the other elders watching this scene.
In the picture...
Dong Yiyi actually stepped on the sole of his big body??? And he stood upright with one leg, stepped on his abdomen with the other foot, and pointed the sword diagonally at the ground.
"Hmm... Good fight. In swordsmanship, those who are not strong will not be able to withstand the wind and frost. This Dong Yiyi has a sword edge, so even if she encounters an opponent with a higher level of cultivation than her, she is still capable of fighting."
Liu Wenqiu is still very satisfied with this disciple of his Jianfeng. His direct disciple Liu Yunqing was injured a few days ago. This disciple actually managed Jianfeng in an orderly manner after being appointed by him.
"Ahem, that's not right, Lao Liu, your name is Dong Yunyi, my little disciple. You are really deaf to what's happening outside the window, and you only focus on cultivating the way to heaven."
Meng Lingshi was sitting next to Liu Wenqiu. The table in front of him was filled with various kinds of preserved fruits. He held a piece of dried fruit in his hand and had just swallowed half of it.
Liu Wenqiu looked at Meng Lingshi in shock when he heard this, and asked: "No, Lao Meng, you accept him as a disciple, what should I do then???"
Meng Lingshi stuffed the dried fruit into his mouth and chewed it leisurely. After swallowing, he glanced sideways at Liu Wenqiu: "What are you going to do? You don't care about Jianfeng, what are you going to do?"
What do I have to do? You have been the master of Sword Peak for eight hundred years, can you still handle things now?"
After saying that, he stuffed another small, watery fruit into his mouth, and even Liu Wenqiu could feel the fresh spiritual power of the spiritual fruit emanating from the man's mouth.
"In my cultivation journey, I am increasingly unable to control myself from avoiding people. It's not like you don't know that I will probably be in seclusion for a long time soon."
"I used to have Qing'er manage it for me as senior brother. Now I intend to let him go to the Western Region after the competition. This Sword Peak must be managed by someone. Dong Yunyi, I am also optimistic about it among the disciples.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be allowed to take care of Jianfeng’s ups and downs.”
Liu Wenqiu's tone was a little melancholy. Now that Meng Lingshi had taken over his "disciple" with a sword, it was a done deal, and there was nothing he could do.
"You want Yun Qing to go to the Western Regions? I also want Yun Yi to go to the Western Regions after the competition."
Hearing the sound, the old man in a brocade robe immediately sat across from the two of them, opening his mouth and laughing: "Hahahaha, our brothers are really lucky. I am also planning to let our family Xiao Sheng go to the Western Regions, that area
The scenery of the desert in autumn is rare in the world!"
"Hahahahahahahaha" After saying this, the Fu Feng Peak Master laughed to himself for a long time before stopping.
"..."
The barrier rose silently.
"Okay, don't hide it anymore. Save a few sets of keys to the secret realm. Let the children go together and you can take care of them." The peak master of Spirit Beast Peak has long been aware of the movements of these people. I don't know.
When did he come forward holding the big cock in his arms?
Liu Wenqiu had no intention of hiding it, and said bluntly: "Three sets."
A short elder from Ti Feng suddenly came out from beside him and replied with a playful smile: "You should ask Senior Brother Qiu how much he has saved. That's what I'm doing."
This man's name is Hou Kong. He is the incarnation of a monkey born in the Demon-Suppressing Temple in the Western Region. He came to the Southern Region to become the young elder of the Shifang Mentifeng.
The surname of the master of Fu Feng Peak is Ying, and his magical weapon is the Xiaowo Brush. After becoming a god, he changed his name to Ying Xiaowo.
I laughed and held out four fingers: "Four sets?"
The peak master of Spirit Beast Peak didn't have any special reaction when he heard this, and then said: It's your Fu Feng family that has a great cause, but I'm playing two different tricks.
The last few people looked at Meng Lingshi at the same time. The leader was spitting out the core and preparing to take a bite of the newly taken out big spiritual fruit.
"..."
"It all depends on what I do. I have the Northern White Duck Fruit, half a piece of low-grade spirit stone and ten. If you want to eat it, buy it yourself."
