After the sound of nature sounded, everyone looked behind them at the same time.

A beautiful figure slowly descending from the air attracted everyone's eyes. The man seemed to be caught by the soul, his eyes followed him like a shadow, staring at the beautiful figure, as if he would never want to turn his eyes away from him for the rest of his life. The woman's eyes when she looked at the figure were also full of surprise and envy, and a feeling of self-satisfaction arose.

I saw the beautiful figure falling from the sky wearing a white gauze dress as white as snow, wearing a pair of spotless pure white cloth shoes, and a long black and shiny hair hanging behind me like a waterfall. The light blue butterfly-shaped hair accessories made of glass exuded a magnificent color.

All of this is so insignificant compared to her cheeks. Whether it is the fair skin that is not inferior to his clothes, or the facial features that are depicted by the master of painting, they cannot find even a slight flaw. Especially the beautiful eyes that contain light that is more dazzling than the brightest stars in the vast sky, which can capture anyone's heart.

She has a beautiful appearance like a lotus from the water, and her temperament is as unparalleled as a fairy.

This woman is not someone else, she is a disciple of the Qing generation of Yunfeng, and is also the only disciple on the lonely peak - Qingling.

Luo Yong looked at Qingling's eyes and burst out with a scorching fire of desire, and the thought of taking her for himself filled his mind. Xuan Chong Zhenren stroked his beard and smiled, and his face was full of admiration.

Xuantian had already finished his breathing adjustment for a week. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qingling's figure, and a happy smile immediately appeared on his face. There was admiration in his eyes, and there were some feelings that he himself was not very clear about.

Qingling's face was as indifferent as usual, and she could not find any joy, anger, sorrow, or joy on her face, as if anything that happened in this world had nothing to do with her. She walked to Xuan Chong Zhenren with light steps, bowed and bowed, and said, "Disciple Qingling greeted the head Zhenren."

Xuan Chong Zhenren nodded slightly and said seriously: "Ling'er, the person who confronts Ruyi in the Sword Test Square is called Luo Yong. He used secret techniques to find out the secrets that cannot be spread outside of my sect, so he must not let him leave at will this time. The master made a five-game agreement with him and sent five disciples to compete with him. If he could not defeat him, he could only let him leave. Yan'er and Tian'er failed to win the first two games, and Ruyi was probably not an opponent in the third game. In the fourth game, the master decided to send you to the battle, and do his best. There is no need to put pressure on himself. I believe that you will definitely win with your cultivation."

Qingling couldn't help but think in his heart: "There is a secret that cannot be circulated in the Sanqing Sect? Could it be that he has seen the secrets of the three major magical skills of the town sects? But the head of the sect is guarding by the library day and night, how could it be..."

Although he was full of doubts in his heart, Qingling did not ask, but just replied: "I will definitely live up to the true desire of the head of the sect."

Luo Yong suddenly burst into laughter at this moment, as if he regarded the conversation between Xuan Chong Zhenren and Qing Ling as a huge joke.

"It's so interesting. I admit that this female disciple is indeed a beautiful woman who is fascinating to the world, and even the fairy in the painting is a bit inferior. But how can strength be confused with appearance? This female disciple is just a woman, without the power to tie a chicken. It's really unexpected that the dignified Sanqing leader would make such a stupid decision! Do you think I will surrender because my opponent is a weak woman?" Luo Yong said in a sarcastic tone.

As soon as Luo Yong finished speaking, he saw many disciples looking at him with "sympathy" eyes, and a feeling of inexplicable uneasiness arose in his heart.

After he finished speaking just now, Zhuo Yan and Xuan Tian, ​​who were familiar with Qingling, both had an idea in their hearts: "I dare to offend Qingling, but he will suffer."

Qingling turned a deaf ear to what Luo Yong said, did not respond, and did not even look at Luo Yong directly, as if he did not exist at all.

When Luo Yong saw Qingling's actions, he couldn't help but feel hatred and said to himself: "What a cold beauty, but the more you do this, I will be more interested in you. When I defeat you, I will definitely humiliate you well and make you lose all your face in front of your classmates."

Qingling walked straight to Xuantian sitting cross-legged on the ground and asked with concern: "I heard from Zhuo Yan that you were injured just now, how about it? Did you hurt the vital points?"

Seeing that Qingling was actually worried about him, Xuan Tian couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart, and said apologetically: "It's just a minor injury. Uncle Master doesn't have to worry about it. It's because of his incompetence, and he will also implicate his uncle coming out of the mountain and get involved in this unnecessary dispute. If I could work harder while practicing the Heart Sword, maybe..."

Qingling interrupted Xuantian's self-blame and comforted him warmly: "I have achieved some success in practicing the Heart Sword in just a few days. If it were me, I would have been unable to do it. You are already very outstanding. The opponent's skill is profound, and even if you, Master Yan, are tired of dealing with it. What's wrong with losing to him? Let's leave it to me next, and you can heal your wounds with peace of mind."

Xuantian nodded repeatedly, his eyes were slightly red, and Qingling's ordinary words could touch his heartstrings every time, touching him.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Qingling's mouth. In the eyes of everyone, it seemed to be the most beautiful scenery they had seen in their lives, deeply shocking their hearts. Some male disciples were even more obsessed with it, standing there like a wooden sculpture. At this moment, they were full of infinite jealousy for Xuantian.

When Zhuo Yan saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh: "Xuan Tian is really a lucky star. Qingling, a person who has never been 'in the world', will have a good impression of him. I have known Qingling for seventeen years, and she seems to have never smiled like this at me."

Luo Yong also took Qingling's actions into his eyes, and felt even more angry: "She actually favored the boy who became my defeated general. Isn't this a humiliation to me?"

Thinking of this, Luo Yong's face turned cold and shouted in a deep voice to Yan Ru, who was still confronting him: "Since you have lost the ability to compete with me, please quickly get out of here and change to that beauty to fight me."

Yan Ruyi smiled slightly when she heard this and said, "Who told you that I have lost the power to compete? Since you have not yet admitted defeat, your opponent will still be me. The song has not ended and the people will not disperse."

"It's just the end of the power. If you have any powerful tricks, please use them all. Don't waste my time for no reason." Luo Yong said disdainfully.

Although Yan Ruyi's meridians were damaged, they did not affect the qi movement for the time being. At this moment, she condensed the only remaining true energy in her body, and focused on trying her best to consume Luo Yong's physical and spiritual power, so that Qingling would not fall into a hard battle after she came on the court.

"I hope it will have some effect after the last try." Yan Ru prayed secretly in her heart.

"Three plum blossoms make light and shadow."

As the tone changes, the artistic conception changes again.

At the end of winter, it is called the end of winter.

As spring approaches, the weather becomes colder and colder.

Above the plum trees, plum blossoms are blooming, so gorgeous that they cannot be seen without looking away.

The rivers are frozen, the grass and trees are frost, the heaven and earth are solemn, and all things are drowsy.

In such a harsh environment, the plum blossoms never change their pride, and are still full of vitality and vitality, without being blamed for adversity.

The whole world is turbid and I am clear, and the whole world is drunk and I am awake.

The air waves were surging like the sea tide, and the overwhelming Qi blades rushed towards Luo Yong. This momentum was more than stronger than the previous two songs, and no one could imagine that this method was used by a person with a trauma of meridians.

Yan Ruyi's eyes burst out with an unyielding light of perseverance. The trauma deep in the meridians could not stop his will to defeat the enemy.

The sharp gaze made Luo Yong feel a touch. He saw him stabbing the ghost-headed sword named "Huangquan" in his hand on the ground beside him, and said loudly: "Good generals will not bully wounded soldiers. If I use the power of "Huangquan" to deal with you, even if I win, I will definitely be despised. Since that's the case, I will compete with you for your cultivation and make you convinced."

After saying that, Luo Yong pushed forward with his palms, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly rushed out without reservation, turning into a stream of green light that was more than two meters wide, facing countless sound wave blades that were coming.

But I could hear a series of crisp explosions in the air, and the sound wave blades were all broken by the green light flowing like a bamboo shoot, and they rushed straight towards Yan Ruyi. They were quite powerful.

Yan Ruyi's face turned shaking when she saw this, and immediately tried all the last trace of true energy left in her dantian, and played the last five notes of the song.

Although it was only five sound blades, the power carried on it was not as good as usual. As the sound blade broke through the air, waves of thrilling turmoil arose in the void.
Chapter completed!