Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 2222
Long Fei understood Taoist Huoyun very well. In his world, all the outstanding students from all over the country were recruited away by one book.

One school is awesome, and the remaining two schools are not so good.

Shushan is the first copy of this Shuzhou, and Qingcheng has gradually become the second copy.

Those with qualifications, of course, choose Shushan.

He said to Huoyun Taoistly, "My wife is alone, you seem to have three competitions?"

Daoist Huoyun said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, we have a disciple in Qingcheng, who just broke through the Void Realm, and can fight against Shushan. With your wife, we can win Shushan in just two matches."

Long Fei shook his head and said, "No, it's too risky."

Taoist Huoyun frowned and said, "What do you mean by Fellow Daoist? Are you worried about your wife?"

Long Fei said, "I'm not worried about my wife, I'm worried about you as a disciple. We must win, otherwise the compensation for the victims will be much less."

Daoist Huoyun caressed his beard and said, "Fellow Taoist, don't think too much. Although my disciple is not famous, he can be regarded as a famous young disciple in Shushan. If she wants to fight, she will win!"

As he spoke, he clapped his hands and asked someone to call this disciple up.

After a while, a woman in white clothes came in from outside the main hall. She was bathed in the sun, appearing in front of everyone like a fairy in white clothes descending to the mortal world.

She had black hair hanging down her waist, not a trace of vulgarity, and bowed gracefully to Taoist Huoyun, "Suzhen pays homage to Master."

"Suzhen?"

Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya looked at this woman in shock.

Taoist Huoyun smiled and introduced, "Suzhen, come and meet your senior sister from the same sect. With her help this time, our Qingcheng faction will definitely win!"

The woman looked at Wang Xiaoya, and Wang Xiaoya's big eyes also looked at her.

When it comes to appearance and temperament, the two are comparable.

It's just that this woman looks more classical, like a woman from a landscape painting.

"Suzhen pays respects to Senior Sister!"

The woman saluted Wang Xiaoya.

Wang Xiaoya asked curiously, "Is your surname Bai?"

The woman raised her eyebrows and looked at her, nodded and said, "That's right, does Senior Sister know me?"

Wang Xiaoya smiled and shook her head, "I didn't know each other before, but now I do."

She went over and grabbed Bai Suzhen's arm, let her turn around and said, "Not bad, not bad, prettier than the Bai Suzhen I've heard before."

Bai Suzhen stared at Wang Xiaoya and smiled dryly, not knowing why she was surprised.

Long Fei coughed dryly, signaling Wang Xiaoya to calm down.

The world is so big, everything is a coincidence.

It would be a wonderful thing if Xu Xian popped up.

Wang Xiaoya knew she had lost her composure, so she quickly let go of Bai Suzhen and said, "Junior Sister Bai, I just came here to get close to you, don't mind it!"

Bai Suzhen smiled and said, "Where is the senior sister, I feel very kind when I see you."

Everyone in the hall smiled.

Dao Huoyun said humanely, "Okay, from now on, we will all be our own people, so there is no need to be so polite. It's getting late, let's go out and fight Shushan together!"

A group of elders stood up one after another with solemn faces.

Although Wang Xiaoya joined, the expressions on everyone's faces were still not relaxed.

In the sky outside, streaks of sword light streaked across the sky, like a streak of rainbow light streaking across the sky.

One by one, the young monks walked with their swords, drew an arc from the air, and landed on the lake one after another.

These monks, with handsome features and handsome figures, are all like dragons and phoenixes, young heroes.

He was dressed in blue, with gold trim on the collar.

A jade belt is wrapped around the waist and a jade crown is worn on the head.

Compared with them, the casual cultivators and ordinary people around seemed much shabby.

When everyone saw them, they applauded and applauded.

The move just now flew down, the speed did not change, but it was able to fall calmly.

This level of mastery of flying swords is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.

"I invite the elders!"

These disciples stepped on the water and clasped their fists towards the sky.

Behind them there is a crane, a pair of golden-winged carvings, and a peacock coming in parallel, with an old man sitting on each of them.

They fell together and stood under the pavilion on the lake.

An elder with a beard and beard looked dissatisfied and shouted, "What the hell is the Qingcheng faction doing? I don't understand the etiquette at all. Our guests have arrived, but their masters have disappeared."

A man with the appearance of a monk had a face like a bitter bamboo, with an extremely bitter complexion, he put his hands together and said Amitabha, "Junior Brother, don't yell, you've lost our dignity in Mount Shu. The Qingcheng sect probably huddled on the mountain and dared not come." Let's stay calm, they are the ones who should be worried at this time."

Beside him was a monk disciple, whose expression was completely opposite to his, with a look of laughing and joking.

An elder dressed as a man stroked his long beard and sat down under the gazebo.

As soon as the monk and the bearded man sat down with him, Taoist Huoyun's voice came from a distance, "Brother Li, I haven't seen you in 500 years, why are you still so hot-tempered!"

He brought Long Fei and his party over, flung up his robe, and strutting past with his hands behind his back.

The bearded man jumped up depressed and said, "You red-faced old monster is not doing well, and you blame me for being short-tempered?"

The Taoists and monks beside him were quite polite, and they saluted with Taoist Huoyun and his party one after another.

Taoist Huoyun and all the elders returned the salute one after another.

Bai Suzhen secretly introduced to Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya from behind, "These are the twelve disciples of Master Changmei, the patriarch of Shushan. The leader is Xuanzhenzi, the head of the twelve disciples of Changmei. Toutuo, the smiling face is his disciple, Monk Yixiao. This bearded man is Li Yuanhua, the fourth elder bearded fairy, with a very hot temper and a loud voice."

The big men talk about theirs in the front, and the disciples talk about their own in the back.

Shushan disciples looked dumbfounded at Bai Suzhen and Wang Xiaoya, and they all teased a young disciple.

This young disciple has handsome features and a heroic spirit.

He is handsome, doesn't talk much, and keeps his eyes on Bai Suzhen.

Long Fei scanned these disciples, and found a female disciple standing in front of him, who should be the main force of Shushan's competition.

Her brows are like swords, with some sharpness.

His face was covered with hoarfrost, and his expression was cold.

But with a good face, she is considered a cold beauty.

Long Fei originally thought that Shushan was a group of elites this time, who would have thought that he would be so contemptuous of the Qingcheng faction.

There are probably only two or three players who can play on the court.

These old men exchanged pleasantries in front of them.

Li Yuanhua, the bearded fairy, was short-tempered, and he shouted anxiously, "Okay, can everyone stop wasting effort? Hurry up and compete, the competition is over, so I can replace the plaque for the Qingcheng faction."

Taoist Huoyun frowned, "What plaque?"

With a shake of his hand, Ranxian took out a mahogany plaque from the ring.

The plaque was hot-plated with gold, and it said, "Qingcheng Gate of the Shushan School" in six characters.

Taoist Huoyun's face became redder with anger, and he said rudely to Fairy Ran, "Li Yuanhua, you are too deceitful. The outcome of this competition is unknown. You climbed so high, be careful not to fall and die."

Li Yuanhua stared at the disciple behind Taoist Huoyun and laughed, "Red-faced old monster, don't rush to get angry. I'm just telling the truth, why are you excited. Look at these disciples of yours, which one can resist my Shushan disciple? Not to mention disciples, but you old fellows, who would dare to make a few tricks with me, Beard Immortal? If any of you can defeat me, I will eat this plaque in front of you."

The elders of the Qingcheng faction all took a step angrily, but they couldn't help but shrink back.

Who is Li Yuanhua, there is a famous sword fairy in Shuzhou.

The cultivation base has broken through the Mahayana realm, how can they be compared.

(End of this chapter)