"Disciple, I don't dare!" Zhu Lan shivered in fright and stared at the ground with her eyes lowered.
"Don't you dare? Why don't you dare?" Qin Xian was very disappointed with Zhu Lan.
Qingyin came over, looked at Qin Zhen and smiled slightly, "Brother Qin Zhen, Qingyin knows that Penglai disciples cannot fight! And Qingyin doesn't want to participate in such a boring competition. But Zhulan keeps putting pressure, and I don't want to lose me.
Master’s face. So, I decided to accept her challenge! I also ask you to be a notary public!”
"This... is not good!" Qin Xian seemed a little embarrassed.
"For the sake of Master and my reputation, I have decided!" Qingyin knew what Qin Geng was going to say.
The mission of Penglai disciples is to cultivate immortality and Taoism and save the common people.
If someone fights in private, it violates the basic common sense of new disciples, and will be expelled from Penglai once discovered.
Qin Xian twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and said secretly: He actually brought out the reputation of the Huanlian God. Even if he wanted to disagree, he couldn't do it.
"In that case! Let's compete!" He finally nodded in agreement.
The content of the competition begins.
Naturally, according to Zhulan's request, he competed in sword flying skills.
At this moment, Qingyin and Zhulan stood in front of rows of flying vessels.
Sword flying is not just about swords, but also other utensils, such as gourds, flutes, whisks, etc.
In the world of immortal cultivators, everything is vast, but every task in the world can be controlled by plants and trees.
Of course, to operate these, you must know how to operate them.
Zhu Lan cast a cold glance at Qingyin and picked a wooden sword among the utensils first.
Seeing that his apprentice had been chosen, Qin Xian reminded Qingyin, who was still in a daze, "Miss Qingyin, it's your turn!"
Qingyin pursed her lower lip, and patted the little treasure in her pocket intentionally or unintentionally with her little hand, "How is it? Did you find it?"
Xiaobao searched around in the space of the bracelet, "I'm not looking for it!"
She remembered that Qingyin threw a book about sword flying to her yesterday. She didn't pay attention at the time and stuffed it directly into the space.
I didn't expect that yesterday's unintentional act could help Qingyin.
"Miss Qingyin?" Qin Xian reminded him, secretly wondering if she had ever learned the art of sword control.
If that were the case, this duel would obviously be detrimental to her.
At Qin Xian's urging, Qingyin strode to the rows of flying vessels and picked up a real long sword.
Seeing that she picked a real sword, and it was the heaviest among all the weapons of the sect, Zhu Lan laughed coldly: "Fei Qingyin, I can tell at a glance that you have never learned the art of sword control! Otherwise, how could you do it?
Choose an iron sword weighing thirty kilograms?"
Qingyin glanced at her, raised the corners of her lips and said disapprovingly: "I really haven't learned the art of sword control, so what!"
Zhu Lan originally wanted to blow her up, but she didn't want Qingyin to really admit that she had never learned sword control. This made her surprised and secretly happy.
On the side, Qin Xian was even more shocked and stepped forward to stop him: "Miss Qingyin, you have never learned the art of sword control, how can you compete in this competition? I now declare that this competition..."
"Brother Qin Zhi, you don't need to persuade me. I have decided on this competition." Qingyin's attitude was very determined: "Although I haven't learned the sword-controlling skills yet, I am just improvising, and I am not bad at learning and selling them now!"
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When she said this, she raised her chin and her voice was clear and firm.