Chapter 7: The unexpected advancement

Xie Lingyu stood at the door and bowed to Xia Xijin and the others.

"President Xia, elders, I wonder if Xia Siqin of the Sect can still come on the court to fight?"

Xia Siqin's opponent today happened to be their Nanxing Immortal Sect, so he came over to confirm.

He glimpsed the movement inside and was secretly happy. It seemed that he could not fight anymore, haha.

Xia Xijin and the elders did not expect him to come, and he could see Xia Siqin's ugly appearance. That's not bad!

The elders lined up to form a human-shaped screen that blocked his sight.

Xia Xijin was calm and replied with a smile: "I have to worry about Taoist Xie, and Siqin is not seriously injured, and she will be on stage later."

Xie Lingyu smiled politely, "That's good, there is still half a stick of incense before the competition begins, and I hope Xia Xiaoyou will appear on time."

"must."

Xia Xijin and the elders all beat the villain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Hey, a hypocrite, what are you showing off!

Xie Lingyu was as he walked. As long as he won this game, they could squeeze one more person into the top eight, with eight accounting for three, second only to the Fushen Sect, and they had light on their faces.

After seeing off the spectator, Xia Xijin turned around and said anxiously: "Go and invite the leader of the Witch clan."

Elder Ming replied, "I'll go now." With a swish, he disappeared from the spot.

***

In the dream.

Xia Siqin fell asleep while comprehending the ninth stance. It was not that she was sleepy, but that she was dragged into her dream.

"The central idea is not to let go of everything, but to integrate all the moves in your mind!" She saw through the guide's prank.

The guide spread out and floated in the air, and a sentence floated out: "It seems that you are not a fool. Good, you pass the assessment, and let you see the real ninth style."

The eight styles are united, which means the ninth style is the great perfect circle.

A villain dances from the first style to the eighth style, light as a swallow, the sword body and the villain turn into one, shuttle like a swift, ripples appearing as he steps by, walking on the waves

.

After the dance, the villain collected his sword and entered the tenth stance, and the wind was calm.

Xia Siqin stood straight, closed her eyes, and in her ears, the sound of waves and seagulls echoed rhythmically.

The spiritual power in the body flowed with the rhythm, and the thin spiritual power became more and more, and the blood began to boil.

A breath of air was like a shaking Coke was about to break through the bottle cap and pour out.

The guide was floating up and down, and it was so excited, "It's amazing! It's more sensible than that old man, hehe~"

Besides the dream, Elder Ming has invited the leader of the Witch Clan back.

After Wu Jiusi greeted everyone, he took the pulse for Xia Siqin.

As soon as she got up, she suddenly opened her eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, the airflow shook Wu Jiusi.

Everyone was shocked.

Xia Siqin's whole body is now like boiling boiling water, one word to describe it, hot!

Immediately afterwards, she saw a group of big men surrounding the house, and she almost went upstairs to the wall.

Damn, what's going on?!

***

The time for half an incense stick has come.

On the martial arts competition stage, the disciples of the Nanxing Immortal Sect were extremely excited.

The benefits of winning without fighting finally fell on him.

Elder Poison was not present and no one announced the record.

Xie Lingyu and the heads of other sects said: "Please give me a testimony. This is the victory of my sect's disciples."

The elder of the North Pole Pavilion hummed, "I am not a referee, I can't do it."

Although the top eight wants to go to the Demon Realm to die, even a disciple cannot enter the top eight, which will make others laugh at. Beiji Pavilion also wants to protect a disciple from entering. The ranking does not need to be too high, and it is enough to be ranked eighth.

Xie Lingyu wanted to squeeze out their Beiji Pavilion, but there was no door!

The elder of the Qixian Sect stroked his beard and watched the fun because his eldest disciple was already firmly ranked fifth and could not be squeezed out no matter how hard he squeezed.

Xie Lingyu was afraid that the night would be long and dreams would be too long, so he stood up and announced, but before he could say anything, a strong wind blew on the competition stage.

The disciples in the audience raised their heads one after another.

"Ah, what's it?"

"Wow, it's raining plum blossoms, it's so beautiful!"

The contestants from the Nanxing Immortal Sect were alert and held the sword in their hands in front of their chests.

A pink figure flew from a distance, and there were colorful figures behind her, very fast. They crossed the pink and headed straight to the viewing platform.

Xia Siqin stepped on the petals and fell down, landing steadily in front of the contestants of the Nanxing Immortal Sect.

"Wow, it's the senior sister!"

"Ahhh, Senior Sister is so beautiful! She's so handsome!"

The purple light was like an arrow, and a cluster of thrusts beside the competition platform. The Poison Elder appeared, "The time is just right, and the competition begins."

The white light stinged the eyes of Xie Lingyu and others. They narrowed slightly, and when they opened it again, Xia Xijin was more in the main position in the middle.

Xie Lingyu cursed in her heart: Damn it!

The gray light landed casually in a corner of the venue. Wu Jiusi was quite interested in Xia Siqin. The audience who came halfway was surrounded by fans.

"Senior, why are you here? Haven't you never attended the martial arts competition?"

"Senior, do you still have the pill you gave me last time?"

"Senior, are you here to watch the senior sister's competition?"

The talk of Wu Jiusi was a headache. He should have been on the watch stage, and he chose to come to the audience only after he was thrusting his head!

He showed a charming smile and pressed his index finger on his lips, "Shh, can you watch the game quietly?"

The smile hit the critical hit, the junior sisters couldn't resist it and were all dizzy. Whatever he said was what he said, let's take a closer look.

"Have you made a breakthrough?"

"Ah? Didn't you just break through the first level of foundation building? You broke through the second level so quickly?"

"It should be more than the second level. I am at the second level and I can no longer see my senior sister's cultivation."

"Wow, senior sister is really awesome."

On stage.

Xia Siqin bowed and said, "Junior brother, please give me some advice."

The opponent was stunned by her appearance method, and his hands and feet were not smooth. The sword he held slammed and hit his forehead. He rubbed his forehead in a hurry and then gave him a gift.

"Sister Xia, please give me some advice."

Xie Lingyu pressed her black bitter face and pressed her undulating chest, secretly rubbing her heart against her own disciples.

Xia Siqin pulled out a branch from her sleeve and used it as a weapon.

She did not have her own sword, so she could only pick a branch as a sword, but she didn't know that this branch was also a top-grade magic weapon.

In the starting position, the branches are vertically upward, pointing to the sky.

He raised his heel and jumped up in conjunction with the Yiyun Step.

The junior brother of Nanxing Immortal Sect immediately pushed the sword body horizontally to block the tip of the branch.

The water circle was stirred up when the branches touched the sword body.

There is a sound of water.

The younger brother suddenly saw his sword bent.

Suddenly stunned.

Xia Siqin curled the corners of her mouth, stabbed the branch under the sword, then raised it up, pushed the sword away, and punched it, hitting the junior brother in the abdomen.

The fist has no spiritual power to support it, which will cause little harm to the junior brother, and at most it will shock people.

The junior brother kicked Xia Siqin down the plate with his feet, and she gently turned sideways and hid to the side.

The junior brother split the horse and sat on the ground.

Xia Siqin wanted to applaud him, a very powerful dancer.

The junior brother was not finished, leaning his body slanted to the ground, rotating his feet clockwise, supporting the ground with his left hand, and jumping up.

In order to avoid spinning kicks, Xia Siqin retreated to the edge of the competition platform, and she could knock her down with just one impact.

The junior brother saw the opportunity and accumulated strength and rushed forward.

How many levels have our senior sister entered?
Chapter completed!