First, the master of Zixiao Peak, Rong Ziyan, Elder Rong, looks like a man in his twenties, has a graceful figure, and is full of charm in his bones.
The other person is Nalan Yueting, a close disciple of Rong Ziyan and the saint of Qiongling Sect.
Her long hair flows down, her white shirt is like a flower, and her long sword is stronger than snow; her skin is like gelatin, with a faint purple air flowing gently and crystal clear under her skin. Compared with her master, she is less charming and more cold and arrogant.
The deputy head of the Poison Sect made a full comment: "It is really like the wind blowing on the jade tree, and the snow wrapping the buds. Also, with a cold nature, it deserves the image of the cold and melting moon as rumored."
Gu Zuo, who was sitting at the table, felt a little strange after hearing this.
Senior Sister Yueting is as good as the rumors, but Cao Hua, the son of the deputy leader of the Poison Sect, is worse than the rumors...
Quite a difference.
"Yueting is late." Nalan Yueting bowed slightly, and then sat down with her master.
The eyes of everyone in the room were focused on the two of them.
It is no exaggeration to say that this pair of masters and disciples has conquered the country and conquered the city.
Gu Zuo glanced at his junior sister. Although Zhe Xin was also a beautiful woman, she lacked a sense of maturity. She was more like an unripe green fruit.
Not far away, Cao Hua was a little impatient. He wanted to show off his power in front of the beautiful lady.
Therefore, he simply wants to defeat the opponent and conquer the opponent through competition.
Roses and romantic colors don’t exist!
His father taught him how to chase girls, simple, rough and straight to the point!
This method of pursuing Taoist companions fits the appearance of the father and son very well.
As for the result, it is obvious.
Let alone whether he can win, there is absolutely no way he can win Nalan Yueting's heart.
The deputy leader of the Poison Sect looked at his son, his eyes full of encouragement.
Regardless of the outcome, whether he wins or loses, his correct guidance afterwards can make his son more motivated to practice.
Cao Hua finally left his seat and walked straight to the center of the hall.
He raised his hands to everyone in the Qiongling Sect and said loudly: "Poison Sect, Cao Hua, please spar with the saint girl of the Qiongling Sect!"
The rugged face was full of dignity.
This is a challenger with the belief that he must win, and he is also a fanatical pursuer.
Nalan Yueting's face remained as calm as water, unmoved.
On the contrary, the deputy sect leader of the Poison Sect waved his hand and became excited. A large number of fourth-grade spiritual stones were suspended in the air, and Bai Ze's stone skin was filled with a faint aura.
"Five hundred fourth-grade spiritual stones are considered a lucky draw. Whoever defeats my son Cao Hua can take away these spiritual stones!"
It's very encouraging, and it also affirms and encourages my son's strength.
This is the climax of the discussion session.
Ace versus Ace.
But... the sect must follow the sect's rules. Cao Hua, the holy son of Fei Du Sect, is one level lower than Nalan Yueting according to the level.
He must first defeat three Qiong Ling Sect disciples of the same level before he can qualify to compete with the Saint.
After three battles in a row, with spiritual stones and various elixirs as supplies, there was no serious loss of spiritual power.
Sparring is different from fighting to the death. After sparring is consumed, you can take pills and spirit stones, and no one will disturb you. However, fighting to the death, the enemy will not give you a chance to breathe.
Rong Ziyan smiled slightly, she certainly understood Cao Hua's purpose of challenging her disciple.
She just wanted to say that this method was stupid and would not yield any results, just like how Cao Ying couldn't catch up with her back then.
Not only did I not reflect on it, but I also passed this method on to my son.
"According to the rules, he must first defeat the three closed disciples of our sect before he can compete with Yueting." Rong Ziyan opened her red lips slightly and raised the rules.
As she spoke, she glanced at the disciples of the Qiong Ling Sect with her beautiful eyes, and then she realized that... there were only three close disciples of the Qiong Ling Sect present.
Yin Zhufeng, Gu Zuo, Bai Zhexin.
Baiyun Peak, Zhongjuiliu.
Among these three people, Bai Zhexin and Zhong Juanliu happened to be at the bottom of the list of disciples in terms of strength.
As for Gu Zuo, she, Rong Ziyan, couldn't see through it, but she could vaguely understand that this boy had a secret and was not weak.
Rong Ziyan had contact with Gu Zuo. Gu Zuo once asked her for help, but he was rejected.
Cao Hua looked around, looked down upon the heroes, and shouted: "Then follow the rules, who will come?"
As he spoke, his spiritual power was already flowing, and the star map appeared behind him, and he could vaguely see a giant black python with its bloody mouth open.
Gu Zuo narrowed his eyes slightly, and the knowledge of "Star Atlas" emerged from his mind.
Star Map, Ghost Rock Python!
The star map constructed with the spiritual beast and the ghost rock python as a reference is infinitely powerful, swift as thunder, pregnant with strange poisons, and all poisons are invincible.
Cao Hua's intention is very clear, who from the Qiong Ling Sect will fight.
But right now, there are only three close disciples here, so there is almost no choice.
Gu Zuo covered his chest and coughed several times, his face slumped, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
What does this mean? It's obvious. We were seriously injured during the sparring session just now, and we won't be able to recover for ten or eight days.
Do you insist on me? We specialize in heresy, but you, Cao Hua, have the nerve to name an injured and inferior spiritual practitioner and challenge me?
Besides, I'm sorry for you, but I won't fight you either.
Gu Zuo guessed that if Cao Hua wins any one, he will be qualified to challenge the saint. After all, among the closed disciples, there are not those who are strong on the surface, so there is no point in challenging more.
As expected, Duan Feng took the initiative to speak: "Several closed disciples of my Qiong Ling Sect were unable to attend this tea party due to personal matters. As the deputy sect master, I will temporarily change the rules. You only need to win one person to win the challenge.
qualifications."
When Cao Hua heard this, he was even more overjoyed. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Deputy Sect Leader Duan!"
at this time.
Under pressure, Zhong Juanliu from Baiyunfeng took the initiative to stand up. He was Gou Ming's junior brother, and he was the one who stood out this time.
Bai Zhexin is a woman, a junior sister, and is not suitable for the sparring session with Cao Hua.
Gu Zuo, who had been seriously injured, was also unfit to fight.
Therefore, he alone is the most suitable.
Zhong Juanliu is a male, majoring in Tianyun Lu, but his demeanor and personality tend to be yin, he speaks softly, and he is a bit of a hypocrite.
In addition, his handsome face is full of the word "send", I'm afraid many of Longyang's best eccentrics like him.
Of course, his own orientation is normal, he just looks like a victim.
He walked slowly to the center of the hall and looked at Cao Hua.
The images of the two are worlds apart.
Gu Zuo had the mentality of watching a drama, enjoying the shoulder and back massage from his junior sister, while eating the delicious food on the table, coughing a few times from time to time, and vomiting blood to show that he was injured.
Just after swallowing a mouthful of spiritual beast meat, a series of voices rang in his mind.
"If you win against him, I will promise you what I did last time."
The voice was serious, but inevitably had a sense of temptation. This was the voice transmitted from Rong Ziyan, the master of Zixiao Peak.
Gu Zuo frowned and turned to look at Rong Ziyan.
"Why does the opponent think he has the ability to defeat Cao Hua?"
"Did she see something wrong?"
"Why do you want to block this yourself? Hasn't Senior Sister Yueting already constructed a star map? She even suppressed her own cultivation and failed to break through for the Tiandao Conference. Why should she be afraid of this mere Cao Hua?"
Questions were flying around in Gu Zuo's mind.
Rong Ziyan's voice sounded again: "There is something wrong with Ting'er's spirit beast refining core. Her current combat effectiveness is no more than one in ten. With her character, she must be serious in the competition. Even if she can win against Cao Hua, she will have to pay a certain amount."
If you pay the price for her, I will allow you to go to the Red Blood Spirit Vine Pond alone."
Gu Zuo became sad.
The biggest question is still why Rong Ziyan thinks she can beat Cao Hua.
Has your true identity been found out?
Now the other party takes the initiative to transmit the sound due to his high level of cultivation. It is a one-way transmission, so he can only listen but cannot ask questions.
After weighing it again and again, Gu Zuo finally chose to get up.
Five hundred and fourth grade spiritual stones, the qualification to enter the Red Blood Spirit Vine Pond alone.
It was already worth it, so he took action.
At most, some of the trump cards will be exposed, but with Cao Hua's level, he can't be forced to use his ultimate move.