Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

Yun Ci and others were all injured to varying degrees, and after they came out, they were all taken back for treatment by their elders.

Strangely enough, everyone in Jiangshan Juanli recovered after being injured, but only Yun Ci and others were injured and came out still injured.

After removing the ice from the wound, the demonic energy that originally burned the wound had disappeared.

Elder Cao was slightly stunned, and he searched for Yun Ci for a week, but found no trace of demonic energy.

Yun Ci was also surprised. He only said that the demonic energy was a deception in the Jiangshan volume, so he ended the chapter and stopped talking about the demonic energy.

"Has Elder Cao ever heard of Yu Xianzi? Who is he?"

"She..." Elder Cao bandaged Yun Ci's wound and sighed, "She is the first sect master on Kunlun Mountain. She can open up heaven and earth with one sword. She is the only person who has half-stepped to enlightenment before your master in the world of immortality."

The road to enlightenment for monks is particularly bumpy, and Yu Xianzi is one of them. He has single-handedly launched a three-thousand-year road to immortality for the world of immortality.

One sword is of unparalleled magnificence, and one sword can open the door to heaven for a monk.

"Your master, before he became the leader of the righteous path, she was the leader. It was only with her guidance that he became the current Changning Immortal."

"I see."

"It's just a pity that he suddenly died while crossing the ladder to heaven a thousand years ago." Elder Cao sighed.

Yu Xianzi achieved enlightenment and crossed the ladder to heaven. Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Yu Xianzi suddenly died and even her sword disappeared without a trace.

No one knew what happened, and no one knew what she was witnessing.

"I heard that the monks also looked for her sword after that, but unfortunately no one found it."

Yun Ci was curious: "What's the name of his sword?"

Sword cultivators will find their own natal sword on the road of practice.

Leaving aside Yun Ci, Wen Yinzhi and others, their goal is to be among the top ten after the sect competition and enter the Kunlun Mountain Sword Tomb to search for the sword.

Almost all swordsmen have their own swords. They are swordsmaniacs and swordsmaniacs, and they have ranked among the swordsmen.

Apart from the long-lost Biluo Huangquan swords and the uncontrollable Wangchuan Luoshui swords, the only ones on the list that are famous and have been born are Changning sword and Yantu's Qingxiao sword.

It is rumored that there are Wangqing Sword and Bahuang Sword in the Kunlun Mountain Sword Tomb, but no one can find them.

"Her sword is named... Falling Rain."

Yanqu frowned and replied, "What a strange name."

Elder Cao raised his head and slapped Yan Qu on the head: "The day after tomorrow is your individual competition, you all fight well for me. If you disgrace the sect in the first round, I will test the medicine on you when I return to the sect!"

Several people shrank their necks and nodded.

So much so that on the second day, everyone stayed behind closed doors and practiced hard in their rooms.

The Alchemy Cultivator disciples heard the sound of explosions one after another, while the Sword Cultivator disciples all swung their swords countless times a day under Yun Ci's gaze, using Xuantian Sect's sword techniques thousands of times.

The individual competition points are randomly drawn to determine the opponent, followed by Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Pill, and Nascent Soul. Secondly, it is divided into five categories: sword, array, elixir, weapon, and beast control.

The first is theory and discussion. To put it simply, this assessment is that the elders pose questions and the disciples answer. After that came the arena fight, with the top ten disciples from the previous round of assessment each occupying one arena.

The scores of the two are jointly decided by the elders. The top ten swordsmen will enter the sword tomb, and the other four will each have other rewards.

Among the disciples, only the top five sects are in the Yuanying realm, and Xi Xingyuan is a talisman cultivator, and the beast master Zhong Changxu is a beast master, so there are only three people in the Yuanying realm sword cultivator competition.

The chief of the Chiri Sect, named Jipeng, wields a heavy sword with wide range of moves.

The three of them drew lots to determine the order. Wen Yinzhi came first, Jipeng came second, and Yunci came third.

The elder's questions were quite formal. They only asked what path to practice, what is the path, and how to attain enlightenment.

The other two people also answered quite satisfactorily.

When asked, Zhiyunci replied: "The way I cultivate lies in my heart and not in others. My heart is my sword. Where the way is, how I explore does not lie in others. I am me, and the way is me. , the enlightenment belongs to me, not to others.”

These words can be said to be very rebellious.

All he had to do was say "none of your business" in front of everyone.

But many years later, when Yun Ci walked up the ladder to heaven and attained enlightenment, everyone remembered this passage in a daze, and they were shocked to realize that her arrogance had already begun at this time.

Of course, this is all for later.

But now that these shocking words came out, all the elders were dumbfounded and whispered: Are all these people who cultivate the ruthless way so crazy?

Of course it only got a middling score.

The Taoist examination is over, and the square has transformed into a ten-sided arena.

The arena match has begun.

Among the five disciples of Song Mingfeng, only Lu Lingyou is a Qi refiner. Standing on the ring, she looks like a soft persimmon compared to other tall people. She looks soft and easy to control.

In fact, they all thought so. When the competition started, there were no challengers in other arenas, and a disciple jumped in front of Lu Lingyou.

Mingxi and others pulled Yun Ci to the front to cheer for their junior sister.

Yun Ci was also stuffed with a handful of flowers that came from nowhere, and was held by Yan Qu's hand and swung wildly above his head.

Lu Lingyou caught a glimpse of a flower sprouting from the corner of his head.

The two of them saluted each other. The other was a disciple of Kunlun Mountain, and each of them was holding an ordinary iron sword.

Defending the arena is actually very tiring, as your own spiritual energy is consumed while your opponent always has sufficient spiritual energy, so you have to arrange your own spiritual energy in each game.

Lu Lingyou was the first to take the lead. He stabbed directly at the opponent's bottom plate with one move. The opponent ducked and blocked with his sword. Lu Lingyou used the technique and raised his sword to fly away the opponent's sword. He slashed horizontally with the sword and the sword wind swept him off the ring.

It's the first form of Song Mingfeng's sword technique, and the breeze is coming slowly.

Lu Lingyou looked at Yun Ci with bright eyes. In the audience, Yun Ci was held by Yan Qu's hand and shook wildly. The flower in his hand couldn't bear it, and the petals fell, as if to celebrate Lu Lingyou's good start.

Yun Ci raised his eyes in the rain of flowers and saw Lu Lingyou looking over, smiling slightly, like a plum blossom suddenly blooming in the cold winter.

Encouraged, Lu Lingyou killed even more fiercely.

Yun Ci, who originally wanted to remind her to take a rest, just shut up.

If you pick off your opponent once, you are lucky; if you pick off your opponent countless times, you are no longer a soft persimmon.

After all the challengers saw that Lu Lingyou was not as weak as he seemed, no one came up to challenge him.

After a while, the defenders in other arenas changed several times, and she turned out to be the most laid-back.

Yanqu swayed even more happily, but the flower in Yun Ci's hand had long been destroyed by Yanqu, leaving only leaves.

She couldn't hold back: "Junior sister has already reached the top ten, and the foundation building competition is about to begin. Don't you save some energy?"

Yan Qu said nonchalantly: "It's okay! I'll be a fisherman!" He had already thought about it. He would wait until everyone in the ring was good enough to challenge the top ten.

Yunci:? What a new idea. Who taught him the bad idea? !

He turned his disapproving eyes to the other two unsuspecting juniors, who were met with baffled expressions.

Yan Qu didn't care, he was still very excited: "Sister, wait, wait for us to enter the Sword Tomb together! Later, you have to cheer for me like you are now!" After saying that, he gave Yun Ci a bouquet of brand new flowers.

Lu Lingyou had already come down and stood beside Yun Ci obediently, also receiving a bouquet of flowers.

The next step is to build the foundation. The three of them from Mingxi are now in the great perfection of foundation building. Except for Yanqu, Mingxi and Jianghua are on the guarding side. Among the ten people, there are five disciples from Kunlun Mountain.

I definitely don't know how to fight in my own ring, so the Kunlun Mountain disciples all went up to challenge the other five people. If Kunlun Mountain lost the ring, other disciples would step forward to get it back.

There are swordsmen in Kunlun Mountain, and Ming Xi and Jiang Hua are fighting one after another, both of them already showing signs of exhaustion.

Yanqu found an opportunity, rushed to a ring, and slashed at the opponent with a sword. The majestic spiritual energy turned into a sea of ​​fire, burning fiercely on the square-inch ring. The opponent happened to be the wind spirit root, which could only help the burning.

The opponent had no choice but to fight in the air, consuming more spiritual energy, but Yan Qu found a flaw and kicked him off the ring.

This sea of ​​fire provided Mingxi and others with an idea, a spiritual thing. Suddenly there was wind and rain on the ten arenas, and all those who came to challenge gave up unless they were Xiangke Linggen.

It turned out that some challengers were eliminated by accident.

The three of them also successfully held their own in the arena, except for Mingxi Jianghua who was so tired that he could hardly lift his sword. Only Yanqu was full of energy and the golden seal between his eyebrows was shining.

A defensive match actually broke him out.

When the five of them found a place to guard Yan Qu through the thunder tribulation and watch his golden elixir form, the Nascent Soul's arena match had already arrived in the square.

The three chiefs are finally facing each other.