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Thinking of Du Feiyun's shocking performance when he defeated Gao Huangkui, thinking of the scene where he was respected and awed by countless outer disciples, and then looking at the miserable appearance of him being surrounded in front of him, Li Qingluan suddenly felt infinite pride and ambition in his heart.
"Even if you, Du Feiyun, possess extraordinary skills, you can shock everyone on the stage with one move. However, your Taoism is shallow and your Taoism is not strong. You are so easily deceived by me, and you fall into trouble by underestimating the enemy."
"Now I want to let countless outer disciples see with their own eyes that I, a female monk, can trample you so-called genius monks under my feet, take off your glorious coat in front of everyone, and make you look ugly!"
Looking at the endlessly tumbling and astonishingly powerful colorful silk ribbons and the sky-wide golden sword light, Li Qingluan's eyes flashed with a look of contempt and he whispered.
Unexpectedly, just as she finished speaking, she could only hear exclamations from under the ring.
She was keenly aware of something bad and realized something was going to happen, so she subconsciously ran away, but it was too late.
She took half a step back, but was forced to stop. Her body stood frozen on the spot, with a look of shock and disbelief on her pretty face.
Because, on her shoulder, there was a long sword with cold light shining close to her white neck. Her waist was also supported by a big hand, unable to move at all.
"You just said you wanted to take off my clothes?"
A joking voice sounded in Li Qingluan's ears, and the hot air blew out to harass her earlobes, causing goosebumps to appear on her arms and making her feel confused.
This was clearly Du Feiyun's voice, and he was behind me, close to me. In an instant, Li Qingluan discovered this situation.
With surprise and doubt in his heart, Li Qingluan almost didn't even have to think about it. He subconsciously turned his left hand and brought up a golden brilliance and patted it behind him.
Du Feiyun was right behind her. At such a close distance, she believed that Du Feiyun would never be able to resist the sudden attack. After all, the palm sword in her left hand was a high-grade magic weapon and was her biggest trump card.
He has made countless meritorious deeds.
However, what disappointed her was that the moment she flipped her left hand over and slapped it backwards, she felt a numbness in her left shoulder, and then heard a crisp click, and then she lost control of her left arm.
Immediately afterwards, a big hand instantly clamped her left wrist like an iron pliers, and she subconsciously loosened her fingers, unable to move.
With a slight "ding-dong" sound, a three-inch long golden sword fell from Li Qingluan's hand and fell on the ring.
The joints of his left arm were removed by Du Feiyun, and the cold touch of the sword was still felt on his neck. Li Qingluan knew that he would never have a chance to make a comeback, so he lost to him, and he couldn't help but feel angry and depressed.
Under the ring, countless outer sect disciples were watching, and they were still exclaiming at first. Later, when they saw Du Feiyun clinging to Li Qingluan's back, with one hand on her waist, many male disciples couldn't help but feel angry, secretly scolding Du Feiyun for being shameless and lustful,
He even took advantage of the opportunity to eat tofu.
However, at this moment, when the dazzling golden sword fell to the ground from the sleeve of Li Qingluan's robe, everyone suddenly realized.
Li Qingluan, who knew he had lost the game, reluctantly accepted the reality. The anger in his eyes quickly disappeared, his expression returned to calm, and he announced that he had given up.
Then, Du Feiyun took two steps back and withdrew the long sword placed on her neck.
Li Qingluan turned around and looked at Du Feiyun with a complicated expression, his lips pursed slightly, and finally he couldn't help but ask: "How did you do that?"
Du Feiyun smiled but did not answer, but looked at Li Qingluan to signal him to remove the flying colorful silk ribbons. The colorful silk ribbons gradually stopped under the control of her mind, and the golden sword light dispersed in the sky, only to see a dark red magic sword floating in the air.
in the air.
Seeing this scene, Li Qingluan suddenly turned his head and suddenly realized what he was seeing when he saw a long steel sword in Du Feiyun's hand.
It turned out that just now she thought she had trapped Du Feiyun with the two unique moves of Dragon Flying and Phoenix Wu, but she didn't expect that she only trapped Du Feiyun's magical weapon, the Flying Sword.
Du Feiyun unexpectedly took advantage of her relaxation to show up with superb movement skills, shot behind her, took out an ordinary stainless steel sword and restrained her.
After thinking about it for a while, Li Qingluan understood the general details, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then said: "Junior brother Du really has unique skills. Qingluan is convinced that he lost. Congratulations."
Later, Li Qingluan recalled the golden sword and colorful silk ribbon with his mind, and walked down the ring calmly.
Seeing that the winner was decided, Elder Tianxing stepped onto the ring again and announced the result.
At this point, Du Feiyun has successfully been promoted to the top five, and he still needs at least three competitions to compete for the first place.
Du Feiyun won again, and countless outer disciples under the ring were talking about it again. They all looked at him in awe, with a lot of envy in their hearts.
Arriving at the stand, Du Feiyun saw Lin Yin and several female disciples looking at him strangely. Even the mission elders narrowed their eyes with a hint of teasing smile, but Ning Xuewei was the only one who took the hint.
His face was turned away, with a calm look on his face.
Du Feiyun was a little puzzled. As soon as he walked up to the stands and was about to sit down and adjust his breath to recuperate, he saw Lin Yin winking at her playfully and asked in a low voice: "Junior Brother Feiyun, why did you keep touching Li Qingluan just now?"
What about your waist? I didn’t expect that you, who are usually so serious, could actually do things like eating human tofu in public, tsk tsk..."
"Ahem..." Lin Yin's sudden words almost made Du Feiyun choke, and his expression became weird. He turned to look at the mission elder, and saw that the old man had a smile of appreciation.
, and raised his eyebrows jokingly.
Turning his head to look at Ning Xuewei, he saw that she continued to look away, pretending to be indifferent. However, when she felt Du Feiyun's gaze coming towards her, she snorted imperceptibly.
"Uh..." Looking around, Du Feiyun found that Ning Xuewei, several female disciples, and the task elders seemed to have misunderstood him, and he was a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he felt that it would be better not to explain, so as not to overestimate him.
Hei, he simply took out the Yuan Recovery Pill and the Spiritual Stone and began to restore his Yuan Power.
On the arena, the next competition continues. The remaining nine disciples draw lots one after another and fight against each other.
Each of the ten disciples will go up on stage to draw lots once, and whoever the opponent draws will be tested against them.
After such a round, each of the ten disciples will compete twice. At that time, they will be ranked according to the number of wins, and the disciples with overlapping rankings will compete against each other.
Fortunately, the second disciple who took the stage to draw lots did not draw Du Feiyun, so he had a chance to breathe and seize the time to restore his energy.
On the ring, two disciples were fighting fiercely. The swords, sword shadows, magic halos, and Yuanli brilliance were splashing and flying, and the powerful shock wave swept across the entire ring like a hurricane.
The outer disciples in the audience were all staring at the competition on the stage, and when they saw something exciting, they would cheer for the disciples on the stage from time to time.
After three consecutive competitions, more than an hour had passed. Du Feiyun finally restored the lost energy, and then he opened his eyes and watched the battle on the ring.
The two outer disciples fighting in the ring are both at the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage. They both possess high-grade or mid-grade magic weapons, so the fight is very exciting.
However, Du Feiyun lost interest after watching it for a while. After all, although the fight between the two disciples seemed exciting, there was nothing surprising to him.
Immediately, he secretly observed the other victorious outer disciples and speculated and analyzed their situations.
Not long after, the two disciples on the stage unleashed their final tricks and fought fiercely. When the light and shadow in the sky dispersed, the winner was decided.
Immediately afterwards, another female disciple stepped onto the stage to draw lots. The female disciple drew a male disciple named Chu Yun. After Elder Tianxing announced the start of the competition, the two began to fight.
From the moment Chu Yun stepped onto the ring, Du Feiyun's eyes fell on him, and he secretly pondered in his heart. He could feel that this Chu Yun's strength had reached the ninth level of Qi refining, and his Yuanli aura was extremely sharp.
, the whole person is like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge clearly visible.
However, after Chu Yun stepped onto the ring and started fighting with his opponent's female disciple, Du Feiyun discovered that he seemed to be fighting very steadily, never making rash advances, and always using the Liuyun Sect's basic spells to defend against the enemy.
The female disciple tested him for a while, and the two sides fought for hundreds of rounds, but still could not decide the winner, and the energy was also consumed a lot. Therefore, the female disciple gritted her teeth and made up her mind to release a powerful trick in the hope that
Can turn the tide of the battle.
Unexpectedly, Chu Yun still defended and counterattacked in an orderly manner, showing no signs of panic and showing a sense of ease.
Du Feiyun narrowed his eyes slightly, staring closely at Chu Yun's moves and movements, as well as the body movements and footwork between flashes, and gradually saw some clues. He found that Chu Yun's basic skills were very solid, and Liu Yun
The sect's outer sect's magic practice is extremely proficient and can be called a master.
"Senior Sister Xuewei, who is this Chu Yun?"
Keenly aware that Chu Yun was not simple, Du Feiyun turned around and asked Ning Xuewei. Ning Xuewei seemed to be no longer angry with him, and after a brief pause, she explained Chu Yun's basic situation to Du Feiyun.
This Chu Yun is about in his early twenties and has been in the industry for six years. He once participated in a three-year competition and performed very well, but in the end he was knocked off the stage by a group of people in the melee.
This person was only in the late stage of physical training when he entered the school. After three years of hard training in the sect, he actually reached the late stage of qi refining. He is truly extremely talented.
In the last three-year competition, he was unfortunately eliminated. This time, his strength went even further, reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining, and finally successfully promoted to the top ten.
Ning Xuewei had just finished introducing Du Feiyun when she saw that the winner was already decided in the arena. After all, the female disciple failed to move Chu Yun even a bit. Instead, due to lack of energy, she was stabbed by Chu Yun's sword and gave up on the spot.
Du Feiyun's eyes flashed when he saw that Chu Yun had never used any special moves from beginning to end, and only used Liuyun Sect's outer sect skills to successfully defeat his opponent.
He knew that this Chu Yun was probably his strongest opponent for the first place.
