Lu Leyao wanted to cheer up and go on stage, but he took back his steps and couldn't help complaining: "Temu is so fast, isn't it embarrassing?"
This person, who was in the early stage of Jindan cultivation, wears a flying fairy bun with a purple cloud gold headdress, a green waist skirt and green boots, and green boots on the waistband decorated with the same purple cloud gold ornaments.
Fiery red lips, heroic appearance.
"Is this Qiu Xueping?"
Lu Leyao was very surprised at the other party's changes.
After more than a hundred years, it is possible for dynasties to change, let alone people.
The two people on the stage saluted each other and started fighting.
Qiu Xueping was holding a glittering golden dragon sword that was unexplained. She drew the sword so fast that the naked eye could not catch it. Liang Zi turned around and held a dark blue long sword, which was also tricky and weird in swordsmanship.
There is a fifteen-place difference between the two in the rankings of combat strength, and it seems that Qiu Xueping is weaker.
The combat power rankings are sometimes fictitious and real, and we can only learn from one or two.
Lu Leyao didn't take this opportunity to go up. The fat vine was so anxious that the vines stretched out and wrapped around the pillar, trying to drag the owner up.
With an eager look on his face and blazing desire in his eyes, he came up and said: "Junior Sister Qiu has a beautiful face, and I have a heart of pity and pity for her. I can't bear to hurt Junior Sister, so why don't I just admit defeat and retreat?"
And every thrust of the sword brings out a big wave of spiritual energy storm,
Do you think the two of them are weak?
Qiu Xueping did not change at all, she was quite calm and collected.
"Lu Leyao, why do I feel that Qiu Xueping's tactics are so familiar, and there is an urge to beat her up?"
At the beginning, Lu Leyao could still joke with his friends? He smiled with big dimples.
There was something about that expression that was hard to describe in words.
Just like Murong Zhan and Lu Leyao.
Facing the enthusiasm of her classmates, Qiu Xueping looked calm, but the suspicious blush at the base of her ears had given her away.
However, Qiu Xueping's body technique is a bit like Yao Jiao Kongbi's, light and elegant, combined with her sword techniques, her lethality is astonishing.
I don’t know why, but I came on stage from behind.
"See what I do?"
The talkative person thinks he is chic and romantic
The silver-like wax spear head was too confident, and within ten moves, the sword in his hand cut Qiu Xueping into two pieces horizontally.
Some people still have broken voices in their hearts.
How could the male cultivator endure such ruthlessness? He held his sword and came forward.
This is luck, which can also be said to be a type of strength.
Let Qiu Xueping free her hands
With just one punch on his chest, the greasy male cultivator was about to fall off the fighting platform like a kite with its string cut off. Qiu Xueping's movements were like a ghost, and she quickly approached and pulled him back.
This gap in the combat power rankings may sometimes be due to strength, or more likely to luck.
The tenth monk is getting stronger and stronger, and his strength is at the peak of the middle stage of the golden elixir. Qiu Xueping relied on her superb swordsmanship and countless talismans to endure it.
He placed the long sword in his hand horizontally in front of him, making a fighting posture, and at the same time said slowly: "Get out without fighting! Don't waste time."
"Don't make trouble! Do you know about Landlords? Three people play cards, two against one."
The third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth monks are all male monks.
Having a green face and curling one's lips is like throwing rotten eggs.
Many people don't understand what Lu Leyao does, including her friends.
Everyone except Lu Leyao was shocked, including Mini Qianyu.
Two people of equal strength were fighting each other to the death, and only one could advance.
The injury was extremely serious.
There were a few people present who could compete with them. Unfortunately, these two people were killed together, while the other two weak ones met together. The novices fought each other and succeeded in advancing to the next level.
This, this, this, seems a bit familiar, but I won't admit it.
"Qianyu, your illusion."
There was another series of critical blows, hitting non-fatal parts of the body, and his face was covered with all-round care.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."
The two of them started fighting from the ground, and then gradually leaped into the air. Liang Zi turned and kicked his feet quickly. The way he got up was a bit like Lai Yunzong in the martial arts world of Zhonghua. He used the force between his two feet to fly up and down, and his speed was extremely astonishing.
The chanting continued for five minutes and did not stop until the second disciple came on stage.
He took back the vines and wrapped them around his hands, then shaped the following crows into mini crows the size of oranges.
There is also the non-stop Qian Yu, the crow's wings are stretched out, trying to fly people away with one wing.
Don't wait for dirty words to come out of his mouth.
Lu Leyao was very sure. Just when he spoke like this, he received several glances, all of them were Jindan Nascent Soul cultivators.
No matter how exciting it was, the winner was determined in the end. In the 100th round, Qiu Xueping used the high-level magic weapon Red Wind Bell to launch a wave of spiritual attacks, causing her opponent to fly up and kick him off the platform.
The golden elixirs competed with each other, and it was extremely difficult for the disciples in the Qi training stage to capture their regular movements. All they could hear was the sound of weapons clashing.
The person who came up was also a male cultivator. His ranking on the combat power rankings was one position higher than Qiu Xueping's, at number 284.
Just looking straight at the stage.
Qiu Xueping threw out the sword in her hand, and the divine sword flew out and stood in the wind shining with bright golden light.
The salute was done in one go.
He also pretended to be cool and flipped up his hair. His greasy look made all the female cultivators, including Lu Leyao, feel disgusted.
Looks like trash, looks like shit, disgusting.
"It's okay if you don't understand. It's not easy for women no matter where they are. Although I can't help each other and love each other like sisters, I can still be beautiful as an adult without harming my own interests."
Qian Yu said she didn't understand, and Pang Teng also looked confused.
In the eyes of ordinary disciples, such a fight is not as destructive as Lu Leyao and Ji Qing's, but it is also quite exciting and lively.
Before Master Yuanying could make any move, he jumped up and kicked the person off the stage.
Quite crisp and neat.
Qian Yu couldn't understand Lu Leyao. What was the difference between men and women in this person's brain circuit?
In his opinion, in the face of interests, there is only the difference between the living and the dead, and there is no distinction between men and women.
"Okay..." All the disciples in the audience shouted, each one louder than the other.
Everything was quiet and quiet.
If you can't express the words of surrender, how can you say such a tragic word?
As the male cultivators who took the stage behind him became stronger and stronger, Lu Leyao's expression became more and more solemn, and his aura was no less impressive than that of several ice-faced cultivators in his class.
Until Qiu Xueping asked Chai Qian to be taken away, the battle continued as night fell, with countless disciples already on and off the stage.
"Are you angry? It's because those male cultivators started fighting Qiu Xueping." Qian Yu asked firmly.
Lu Leyao replied: "There are only living and dead people in this world. How could I be angry about this? You got it wrong."