At this moment, Sang Luo looked at Chu Yanshu and suddenly felt that he was much taller and more handsome.
When Lu Changsheng and Lin Qinghan came with their swords, they saw Zhang Jianting running away with his sword.
Lu Changsheng frowned,
"Why did the ranking drop so much in the blink of an eye? Why was he running?"
Lin Qinghan had no expression on his face, his eyes swept over the pillar in the center of the square, already looking for someone to compete with.
"Maybe he feels shameless."
In such a short period of time, he had lost two games. If he could just draw his sword and commit suicide, why would he practice swordsmanship?
Lu Changsheng felt puzzled when he heard this.
"He's shameless too."
Shameless, why are you afraid of being shameless?
Lin Qinghan has already set his sights on Chu Yanshu next to Sang Luo. He is the second place?
Seeing his expression, Sang Luo moved forward two steps and stood in front of Chu Yanshu, glaring at Lin Qinghan.
"Do you dare to hit him?"
Just catch them, Xuanyuan Zong, and gather them together, right?
Lin Qinghan didn't want to go against Xuanyuan Sect. After all, he owed Sang Luo so many favors. But who made Xuanyuan Sect rank first in points with Kunwu Sword Sect? Of course he would subconsciously look for people from Xuanyuan Sect.
But looking at Sang Luo at this moment, he coughed unnaturally, turned around and flew up to the martial arts stage to find Ji Qingfeng.
Sang Luo: "..."
This person is so annoying, that’s the arena she wants to fight in!
Lu Changsheng had no intention of confronting Sang Luo. He smiled at her and turned around to beat someone else.
In this small competition on the Heavenly Ranking, sword cultivators have an absolute advantage. Kunwu Sword Sect is still leading in points ranking. Xuanyuan Sect is all tough, so how can it be compared to other sects that are easy to bully?
His fighting skills against Xuanyuan Sect were enough for him to win two or three games.
Chu Yanshu lowered his head and looked at Sang Luo,
"What are you going to do next?"
Sang Luo raised her chin,
"Didn't you say that Ji Qingfeng was very strong before? He's just as good at it now, let's see!"
She also wanted to see what it would be like for the first person in the Dao Sect of the Golden Core Stage to meet a genius that the Kunwu Sword Sect had not seen in thousands of years.
Chu Yanshu looked at the two people fighting against each other on the martial arts stage and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Who do you think will win?"
Sang Luo's eyebrows raised slightly,
"Lin Qinghan."
Lin Qinghan was almost invincible at the same level. No matter how strong Ji Qingfeng was, he was only at the peak of the Golden Core. How could he be Lin Qinghan's opponent?
As Chu Yanshu spoke, he suddenly laughed in a low voice. The breeze blew by, lifting the broken hair on the young man's forehead, revealing his casual eyebrows. He looked at Sang Luo with interest,
"A bet?"
Sang Luo tilted his head,
"What to bet on?"
Chu Yanshu took out a jade pendant and spoke softly with a slightly raised tone,
"If you win, I'll give you the jade pendant. If I win, you'll buy me a sachet."
According to the rules of the world, men give jade pendants as a token of love.
The same goes for a woman giving a sachet.
Sang Luo also understood this meaning. She raised her eyes to look at Chu Yanshu, her long eyelashes as thick and curled as crow feathers trembled a few times, and then she showed a bright smile,
"good."
For a moment, the smile in Chu Yanshu's eyes deepened.
On the martial arts stage, Lin Qinghan was dressed in the blue fairy robe of the Kunwu Sword Sect, holding the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand, and a cold air lingered around his body.
Opposite him was a light goose-yellow fairy robe, but it was Ji Qingfeng who was as warm as the spring sun.
Ji Qingfeng summoned the Shaoyang Sword and said politely,
"please."
The next moment he finished speaking, Lin Qinghan headed towards Ji Qingfeng carrying the biting frost and snow.
This sword seems to have the intention of cutting the sky and splitting the earth.