After hearing her words, everyone present was shocked.
Qingyin faintly swept the expressions of everyone, and prayed in her heart: Master, you must bless me, don’t lose! The disciple doesn’t want to lose your old man’s face.
"Qingyin, found it!" Xiaobao shouted in his pocket with ecstasy.
Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief and took out the book flying from her pocket that was flying with a sword.
I don’t care what others think. I open the book in front of everyone, observe ten lines, and remember a hundred words in my heart.
Soon, she had already remembered the important formula of sword control in her mind.
"Let's come here!" Qingyin stuffed the book into her pocket, raised her chin arrogantly, and looked at Zhu Lan with surprise in her eyes.
Seeing Zhu Lan looking at her dementedly, Qingyin smiled faintly: "Zhu Lan, remember! If you lose, you must apologize to Changshan, Xiaoqi!"
"Hmph! Why, why do you want me to apologize?" Zhu Lan gritted her teeth and retorted, her mind changed, and she burst into laughter. "Besides, why do you think I will lose? What if the person who loses is you?"
"Will we see you later if you lose, you will find out!" Qingyin glanced at her and silently read the sword-controlling formula in the book.
However, after reading the mantra, the iron sword on the ground did not move at all.
"Haha! Fei Qingyin, you will definitely lose!" Zhu Lan laughed wildly, completely forgot that his master was still beside him.
When she found out, she saw her master Qin Qi staring at him coldly, with a look of regret in her eyes.
Zhu Lan's face turned pale and she clenched her fists hard.
She silently recited the mantra.
Soon, the wooden sword on the ground slowly rose up.
Seeing this scene, everyone was surprised.
Among this group of disciples, Zhu Lan, Banxia and others are new disciples. Although they have been here for many days, they only started to get involved in the sword flying course yesterday.
Unexpectedly, in just two days, Zhu Lan was able to control the wooden sword. This was already a very high understanding for a newcomer.
Qin Qi looked at Zhu Lan in surprise, but looked at her with some admiration.
Seeing everyone looking at him in surprise, Zhu Lan snorted arrogantly and jumped onto the wooden sword.
My body shook slightly for a few times, and soon, I maintained balance.
This sword-controlling technique was the result of her practiced one night when there was no one around last night, so that she could deliberately show off her skills in front of everyone today.
Qingyin frowned and looked up at Zhu Lan, who was three meters away from the ground.
This feeling of looking at people makes her feel uncomfortable.
This time, Qingyin focused on the iron sword weighing thirty kilograms on the ground, and silently recited the mantra again.
Seeing her movements, Banxia, who was standing beside her, couldn't help but feel a little worried, "Qingyin, let's change to another sword! The one you chose cannot be controlled without a year of practice."
Qingyin muttered the formula in her mouth, and soon the iron sword moved slightly.
This time, a lot of sweat gathered on her forehead.
Xiaobao was nestled in his pocket, and he was sweating for Qingyin hand after hand.
She wanted to help Qingyin, but she had no way to help.
After all, it is impossible for her to understand the sword-controlling technique of Penglai Immortal Island.
Just as Xiaobao was thinking, the iron sword on the ground actually moved slowly, leaving the ground little by little, and finally stopped at Qingyin's waist-length position.
"Ah! She can actually control an iron sword? This is really incredible!"