There are rays of light rising all over the sky, scattering into five kinds of beautiful colors.

There are bursts of fragrant wind and wonderful fairy music. Several soft lotus sedans automatically follow the wind and slowly fall from the blue sky.

The talisman beads have changed from the original (?o?) to the current o_o ….

She has seen scenes like this too many times in the past few days in Taixuan Sword Sect. Every time she visits a sect, it will be staged.

At first she would appreciate and be curious, but later she became immune.

I just don’t know which sect I am arriving at this time, but the scene looks quite big. Even the head of Taixuan Sword Sect went to greet him personally.

Fu Zhu's residence is on the edge of a mountain cliff. The scenery is very good. When he opens the window, the mountain flowers outside are gorgeous. Looking down, he can also see the scene below. The soft sedan landed on the ground, the gauze floated, and several fairies in skirts walked out.

Wearing a crown and colorful clothes, she looks gorgeous.

"These are the people from Miaoyin Pavilion. They are all music cultivators."

The sudden sound startled Fu Zhu. She moved her hands very quickly and subconsciously closed the window with a bang.

"Miss Fu Zhu," a slightly nervous voice came from outside the window, "can you open the window first?"

The voice seemed familiar to Fu Zhu. He opened the window and looked around. There was a young man in white lying on the window. His body was pressed tightly against the window, like a four-legged gecko, which was very unsightly.

There was a huge cliff outside. If he had been unprepared and the window was violently shaken, he might have fallen down.

"Why are you here?" Fu Zhu gave way, and the boy turned over and jumped into the window.

He patted his chest and said, "It was so dangerous! I almost fell down just now."

Fu Zhu rolled his eyes. Who told him to lie on someone else's window? If there was such a wide road outside, he had to go to the edge of the cliff.

Zhao Zhiying said: "It took me a lot of effort to find out that Miss Fu Zhu lives here."

From the beginning of the preparation for the trial meeting, he looked through the lists of various sects and finally found Fu Zhu's name among tens of thousands of names.

He said in surprise: "I didn't expect that Miss Fu Zhu is actually a disciple of the Sword Sect, and she is from the same lineage as our Taixuan Sword Sect. It's such a fate."

"But why didn't Miss Fu Zhu participate in the Immortal Sect Competition in the past? Miss Fu Zhu's swordsmanship is so superb. If she participated, she would definitely get a good ranking."

Zhao Zhiying was chattering very verbosely, and Fu Zhu interrupted him, "Why did you come to see me?"

Only then did Zhao Zhiying remember what he was here for. He rummaged through his arms and took out a few fruits. He smiled brightly and said, "These are the fruits from our Queyue Mountain. I picked a few and gave them to Miss Fu Zhu to taste."

One taste.”

In the palm of the young man's hand lay several golden fruits, the size of pearls, full and bright in color, and they looked delicious.

Fu Zhu took two, biting the fruit, and asked vaguely: "You said they are all from Miaoyin Pavilion? Are you very familiar with Miaoyin Pavilion?"

Zhao Zhiying also came to the window, looked at the fairies on the mountain with colorful skirts fluttering below, and introduced them like treasures: "Miaoyin Pavilion is a rare sect in the world of cultivation that only accepts sound, and the female fairies in it are unparalleled in appearance.

The male monks are also very handsome, so naturally everyone pays more attention to them."

Most of the male disciples of their sect were attracted by Fairy Miaoyin Pavilion, and they would usually discuss which fairy had better appearance and higher cultivation level. Zhao Zhiying would sometimes be dragged into a discussion, going back and forth to discuss the comparison between Miaoyin Pavilion and Fairy Miaoyin Pavilion.

Other sects are more familiar.

"The one at the front is the Young Pavilion Master of Miaoyin Pavilion, Fairy Guangzhu. She is not very young, but she has already reached the perfection of Golden Elixir. It is said that she is only one step away from breaking through to the Nascent Soul. She is a very strong enemy.

."

"The twelve fairies behind her correspond to the twelfth month of the year. They are also the twelve guardians of Miaoyin Pavilion. They are all monks in the golden elixir realm and are very powerful."

"As for the male monks of Miaoyin Pavilion..." Zhao Zhiying scratched his head in embarrassment, "We at Queyue Mountain have rarely discussed this, so we don't know much about it."

Fu Zhu glanced at Zhao Zhiying thoughtfully. Although he didn't say anything, Zhao Zhiying felt like a light on his back.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he is really not the kind of superficial person who only pays attention to the appearance of female cultivators. He does not like to discuss the appearance of female cultivators behind his back on weekdays. It is the junior nephew in the sect who insists on dragging him along to comment.

The fairy is the best in appearance.

Zhao Zhiying hesitated to defend himself, but Fu Zhu had already retracted his gaze and asked calmly, "What state are you in now?"

She couldn't clearly see Zhao Zhiying's level, which meant he was higher than her. But by how much higher, Fu Zhu didn't know.

Zhao Zhiying said "ah" and whispered: "The golden elixir has reached perfection."

The sound was like a mosquito or a fly, as if it was something very embarrassing. He had just reached the Dzogchen state, and his state was not yet very stable.

In front of Miss Fu Zhu, he always felt that the Golden Elixir Dzogchen was not enough to look at and could not withstand a few of her swords.

Fu Zhu thought to herself that she had underestimated Zhao Zhiying too much before. The eighteen-year-old Jindan Dzogchen was a rare existence in the entire world of cultivation.

"You shouldn't be joining the kendo group, right?" Fu Zhu asked him, tilting her head.

She remembered that Zhao Zhiying was not a swordsman.

Zhao Zhiying nodded and said in a regretful tone, "It's really a great regret in life that I can't fight against Miss Fu Zhu."

Fu Zhu: "..." It's endless.

He is a perfect golden elixir, so how can he have the nerve to say this?

"Fortunately, the battle between the Jindan group and the Swordsman group is staggered. I can still go watch the competition and cheer for Miss Fu Zhu!"

...

"Aren't you going to cheer for your Taixuan Sword Sect?" Fu Zhu thought about the Taixuan Sword Sect disciple who had been the leader for three consecutive terms and said, "I will definitely go up against your Taixuan Sword Sect Jin Mingyun.

."

Zhao Zhiying blinked twice, as if he had never thought about this situation. There was a conflict between heaven and man in his heart, making it difficult to make a choice.

Jin Mingyun is the most talented swordsman in their Taixuan Sword Sect. His Taixuan swordsmanship has already reached the advanced level, and he has been the leader for three consecutive times, and no one can defeat him.

Although Miss Fu Zhu is superb in swordsmanship, Zhao Zhiying doesn't think she can defeat Jin Mingyun. But Miss Fu Zhu is an extremely arrogant swordsman. If he bluntly said that she couldn't beat Jin Mingyun, she would definitely fall out.

Zhao Zhiying struggled for a while and said: "Miss Fu Zhu will definitely get the top three."

Fu Zhu glanced at him sideways, "What are the top three? The one our Sword Sect wants is naturally the leader!"

Zhao Zhiying: "..."

Sure enough, one cannot expect Miss Fu Zhu to be modest.

Zhao Zhiying only felt a little headache. He was afraid that she would force him to ask who was more powerful, her or Jin Mingyun, so he excused himself: "I suddenly remembered that Master still has something to ask me to do. I will come to visit Miss Fu Zhu next time."

"Wait..." Fu Zhu called to him.

Zhao Zhiying paused and turned around stiffly, "Is there anything else that Miss Fu Zhu can do?"

Fu Zhu raised the mountain fruit in her hand and asked, "Have you washed the fruit you gave me?"

"Of course I've washed it!" Zhao Zhiying insisted.

If he says he hasn't washed it, Miss Fu Zhu will chop him with a sword, right?

He had just picked the berries from the tree, and he never thought of washing them first... But he definitely couldn't admit this.

Fu Zhu looked at him suspiciously, but didn't see anything strange. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go."
Chapter completed!