Ning Xuewei originally cared about Du Feiyun, fearing that his character would change and become cruel and murderous, but she did not expect that caring too much would be overkill.
Du Feiyun's two words came out of her mouth. She also knew that she had said the wrong thing, her face became slanderous, and her red mouth moved slightly, but she did not say anything else.
After all, if it were her, she probably wouldn't have been able to find a better way at that time. In fact, if she had tried to protect herself and launched a special counterattack, she might have killed Gao Huangkui with one sword.
In comparison, Du Feiyun spared Gao Huangkui's life, which can be regarded as the most benevolent and righteous act.
Seeing Ning Xuewei's expression on her face, sighing slightly but saying no more, Du Feiyun was also moved in his heart, worried that there would be a gap between the two, so he continued: "Senior Sister Xuewei, you and I have known each other for so long, don't you still know my temper?"
Is it in character?"
"Those who show kindness to me will be repaid with springs of water, and I will even repay them with my life."
"Those who seek my life will be killed by me with all my strength, even at the risk of life and death."
"Everyone respects me a foot, and I respect others a foot. If someone doesn't offend me, I won't offend him. If someone offends me, I will make him unable to offend him again."
After saying these words, Ning Xuewei's expression softened a lot, and the mission elder also squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at Du Feiyun playfully.
"Senior Sister Xuewei, I know you are worried that I will lose my Taoist heart and go astray. Feiyun is very grateful for your concern. However, Senior Sister, there is no need to worry. Feiyun has his own sense of how to act."
After Du Feiyun explained like this, Ning Xuewei gradually felt relieved and felt a trace of guilt in her heart for no reason. She felt very ashamed that she had misunderstood Du Feiyun.
"Okay, well said." The task elder interjected at the right time, looked at Du Feiyun with admiration, and then continued: "As expected, you have sharp teeth and a lotus tongue. When you are shameless, you are very much like me.
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"..." Du Feiyun had a dark look on his face and secretly muttered in his heart: "I know you very well?"
In the past, he thought that the elders in the sect were all highly respected and dignified men. But now when he saw the unconventional behavior of the task elder, Du Feiyun realized that it was him who had made all the elders noble in his heart.
Already.
Not all powerful monks look like accomplished masters with immortal demeanor. There are also weird ones like mission elders who are willful and casual, laugh and curse, and look like old naughty boys.
It seems that a person's temperament has little to do with their strength.
"Okay, you kid, don't continue to get tired of Xuewei. I feel sore at the sight of her. You better recover your strength quickly and prepare to participate in the competition for the top ten."
"By the way, let me remind you that there are a few secretive little guys among the top ten disciples this time. You have to be careful, don't capsize the boat in the gutter."
After being reminded by the task elder, Du Feiyun quickly and respectfully thanked him, and then sat cross-legged on the stand. With the support of Ning Xuewei and others, he began to practice meditation and restore his energy.
Fortunately, when he handed over the sect's mission before, he received a generous reward from the mission elder, including hundreds of medium-grade spiritual stones, and also received many Yuanhui Dan.
Two hours passed, and after he spent three middle-grade spiritual stones and five Yuan Yuan Pills, he finally restored his full energy.
At this time, the tenth competition in the arena finally came to an end, and the tenth winner was soon decided.
Immediately afterwards, the ten winners will fight each other in pairs to determine the first to tenth place.
The competition has progressed to this point, and it is about to reach its real climax, and the most exciting duel competition is about to break out.
Although the melee competition just now was also exciting, the winners of the nine competitions all performed well in the ring. However, compared to Du Feiyun's previous performance, it was far from as thrilling as him.
Shocking.
The winners in these nine competitions were almost all overshadowed by Du Feiyun's previous performance.
On the ring, Elder Tianxing announced the names of the ten winners, and many of the outer disciples in the audience cheered, with envy and awe on their faces.
Everyone knows that next is the competition between the ten winning elite disciples. The truly exciting competition is about to come, so everyone is excited and looking forward to it.
Because Du Feiyun was the first winner, he took the lead on the stage. Under the instruction of Elder Tianxing, he randomly selected one of the nine jade tiles.
After selecting the jade plaque, Elder Tianxing read out the name on the jade plaque. The disciple whose name was read out was Du Feiyun's opponent.
"The first match will be between Li Qingluan and Du Feiyun!"
Du Feiyun stood on the ring. After hearing the results announced by Elder Tianxing, Du Feiyun was moved in his heart. Eight of the ten disciples who won this time were male disciples, and only two were female disciples.
Unexpectedly, with a casual draw, he drew one of the female disciples, Li Qingluan, as his opponent.
Wearing a green Taoist robe, Li Qingluan, tall and beautiful, slowly walked onto the ring and stood three feet away opposite Du Feiyun.
Elder Tianxing announced the start of the competition, and immediately left the ring, leaving the ring to Du Feiyun and Li Qingluan.
The two of them were three feet apart, each staring at the other, their minds tense and alert, the brilliance of Yuanli flashing between their hands, and they sacrificed their magic weapons at the same time.
Du Feiyun made sword fingers with his left hand, and held the dark red flying sword, a top-quality magic weapon, in his right hand. He looked at Li Qingluan opposite him calmly.
Li Qingluan was born in a famous family, and her temperament is elegant and refined. In addition, she has a beautiful face, and her eyes are wandering. She is very lovable. She has a high reputation among the outer disciples, and is very popular and favored by the male disciples.
At this time, seeing Li Qingluan fighting against Du Feiyun, many male disciples were worried about her, fearing that Du Feiyun would once again use his special skills to destroy the flower like he did just now.
Du Feiyun, dressed in a green Taoist robe, stood on the stage with his feet unsteady, holding a sword in his right hand and pointing obliquely at the ground. The breeze blew the sleeves of his robe and fluttered. He looked quite like a swordsman.
Li Qingluan, who was opposite, stared at Du Feiyun, suddenly pursed his cherry lips, and revealed a faint smile, which was as heart-warming as the spring breeze blowing on his face.
Her pair of dark eyes stared at Du Feiyun, she bent down slightly to salute, and a gentle and friendly voice sounded: "Junior Brother Du, Qingluan knows that his strength is low and he is also a prostitute. I hope Junior Brother Du will show mercy later."
, pity is the only one."
Such a beautiful woman in her youth, with such a humble attitude, people couldn't help but feel good about her. Du Feiyun also smiled slightly, returned the favor and said softly: "Senior Sister Li is too modest."
As for the pity that Li Qingluan said? Oh! Only you can believe it.
Du Feiyun will not be easily fooled by Li Qingluan. A disciple who can win out of a melee of more than thirty disciples, even a female disciple, has unique skills and cannot be underestimated.
At least, he will not underestimate the enemy at all, even if he is facing a seemingly weak woman like Li Qingluan.
After the two of them bowed to each other modestly, they sacrificed their magic weapons, activated their magic skills, and launched an attack on each other.
However, the two of them fought three moves in a row, but they were all just tests. After all, the ten disciples who have won now are basically monks in the late stage of Qi refining, and the difference in strength is not big.
Li Qingluan's magic weapon is a high-grade magic weapon, a colorful silk ribbon that is two feet long.
Under the control of her mind, the silk ribbon flew swiftly and elegantly, sometimes lashing like a whip, sometimes stabbing straight like a sharp sword, and sometimes turning into a rope entanglement, which was extremely changeable.
Du Feiyun was also walking on Cloud Steps, dodging her attacks nimbly, using Qingfeng Fuyun Sword Technique, controlling the flying sword to fly up and down, and stabbing out from time to time.
The two tested each other for a quarter of an hour. Seeing that Du Feiyun still dodged unhurriedly and only counterattacked with the Qingfeng Fuyun sword technique, Li Qingluan gradually became bolder and his moves and spells became more and more powerful.
"Long Fei!" Li Qingluan screamed, and his jade hand moved continuously. The colorful silk silk suddenly seemed like a dragon flying around the world, carrying an indomitable awe-inspiring power, bursting with brilliant golden brilliance, and swept towards Du Feiyun.
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The three-foot space around him was completely enveloped by the golden brilliance emitted by the colorful silk ribbons. Du Feiyun had nowhere to hide. He simply took mysterious steps and jumped back and forth on the spot to dodge. At the same time, the magic sword he held in his right hand erupted with a red sword light.
, intending to break through the sweeping package of colorful silk.
Unexpectedly, the seven-colored silk ribbon was very tenacious. It swept forward and was very agile. Under the protection of the golden light, Du Feiyun could not break through its defense.
Seeing Du Feiyun being surrounded by this move, and gradually being entangled by the colorful silk ribbons, Li Qingluan's eyes flashed with joy, secretly thinking that Du Feiyun was indeed paralyzed by her previous temptation, and now he was trapped in a tight siege.
The next moment, she shouted coldly, her delicate jade hands moved repeatedly, and the golden brilliance all over her body skyrocketed again.
"Feng Wu!"
As she finished speaking, the colorful silk ribbons that swept across the sky like a dragon suddenly writhed violently and erupted into thousands of bright golden sword lights, completely covering Du Feiyun.
In the golden light and shadow that filled the sky, bursts of tinkling explosions were suddenly heard. Countless crimson sword lights and golden sword lights clashed together, exploding sharp fragments of Yuan Power, flying in all directions.
A shock wave visible to the naked eye erupted in the golden light and shadow, sweeping across the arena within a hundred feet in an instant. The onlookers' minds were swaying for a moment, and they were dazzled by the breathtaking magic moves in front of them.
However, many people, including Ning Xuewei, were looking at the large dazzling golden light with worried expressions. Their hearts were extremely anxious, but they could never see Du Feiyun's figure.
Seeing Du Feiyun trapped in a tight siege and trapped by her unique move, Li Qingluan's mouth suddenly showed a disdainful sneer, and then he flashed and rushed towards the golden light.
At the same time, her left hand was tucked into the sleeve of her robe, and a small golden sword was flashing in her palm, extremely sharp and ready to go.
Even if Du Feiyun breaks out of the siege of Feng Wu, she must be in a hurry. As long as she takes the opportunity to shoot out the palm sword in her left hand, no matter how capable Du Feiyun is, she will definitely be defeated.
When he thought of this, Li Qingluan felt calm in his heart, as if he had already seen the scene of Du Feiyun's miserable defeat.
