Raising Evil Spirits

"That means don't overprotect? But the family's side..." Qiao Qingyu looked worried.

"It's okay, you can come if you want to come. Tianzun's status is very good. You can't expect to get ahead and no one cares. Some disturbances are considered healthy." I laughed. Too low-key is not a good thing, too high-key is to find death , So the identity of Tianzun disciple is the most appropriate.

Qiao Qingyu nodded, discussed some details with me, and then hurriedly left the big sword field. After all, he was going to inform Yuanci to come, and he also needed to get active.

When Mu Li saw Xing'er coming out, he quickly came over, and took Xing'er to the back of the temporarily settled disciple, and immediately arranged the game.

"The thirty-two candidates for the seed players have been selected in advance by the major sword courts. Now the list has been submitted to the internal, and now the competition is competing for the final thirty-two places. This is the Heavenly Sword Fairy of this year's Little Sword Club. The list of sword fields is up." Mu Li smiled.

"Oh...Is it possible to participate in the competition now?" Xing'er was eager to try, after all, she was already a disciple of the Returning One Realm now, she was just suppressed in the True Profound Realm.

"Of course there is no problem. Because of the disciple's injury and recovery, each matchup is flexible and changeable. If Nephew Ding is ready, then let's start. This time the disciple against you in the first match is better than you It’s a bit late to get started, but the strength is good. The swordsmanship is very outstanding, so Master Ding needs to be careful.” After Mu Li finished, he motioned his disciple to lead Xing'er to the competition venue.

After handing over the proposal for competition preparation, I quickly got an answer. The competition system is indeed flexible and changeable. After all, even in the big sword field, there are dozens of games, so the time to rotate on stage is not that generous.

The disciple who came to the stage was about fourteen or five years old, carrying an immortal sword, and looking very generous, and he already had the cultivation base of the True Profound Realm. It was the same as the cultivation base Xing'er showed now, with such extraordinary appearance. With the applause of the disciples, there were even female celestial beings in the audience discussing the young heroes.

Fortunately, watching this scene, I have not yet played, and I am already a little bit ashamed. After all, I can understand what she thinks easily. Of course, I don’t think it is necessary to comfort her. This kind of thing is not done by comfort. Only by truly regaining her youth can she restore her confidence.

Sure enough, when the two sides appeared on the stage, although the strength of the two sides were equal, the huge difference in appearance still attracted a large number of ridicules. Fortunately, they looked too old-fashioned.

"Isn't it? It's too exaggerated to let an old woman come to the game!"

"Hehe, won't it be a hundred-year repeater?"

"It's possible, this is how old you are, and you are not afraid that your old bones will collapse."

"Hahaha...interesting, this is simply a dispute between old and new."

"This is too cheap, Junior Brother Yang, he didn't dare to start with a beautiful one. Now let him deal with this old guy, I think something is going to happen!"

A young rich and powerful, and a young and old woman, everyone feels that fortunately, she must be lost, so it is inevitable that she is not optimistic about her.

"No, no, maybe Junior Brother Yang not only took special care of his junior sisters one by one, but also likes to take care of the older ones?"

"Yes, yes, no, maybe he eats all ages."

"Oh, look at this old woman who has put on makeup. Maybe she knows that she is facing Junior Brother Yang? Isn't it a hit?"

The young man surnamed Yang gradually turned to him when he heard the ridicule around him. He couldn't help but feel angry. After a sneer, he was very rude and transmitted the sound directly to Xing'er's ears: "Mother, did you admit defeat by yourself, or I interrupt Your bones, send you down?"

Fortunately, she was stunned, and then her body was trembling obviously from anger. Who knew that she was actually a 13-year-old girl? It is indeed too much to hurt self-esteem so much.

"I don't know what I love, it's you who should end up!" Xing'er gritted his teeth.

To Xing'er directly, the boy was just a sneer in return, but these words also made everyone guess some clues, but the boy was thick-skinned, but planned to remain calm.

The referee lowered his eyebrows, and then said: "No voice transmission, no talking, one more time, it is considered abstention!"

The boy shrugged, and then simply drew his sword.

After the referee gave an order, his eyebrows were twisted, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he instantly spotted Xing'er's body that was pierced by some vulnerable parts!

Fortunately, she was also angry, and I didn't give her any restrictions, so she was relieved to make a bold move, and the Toujin Sword was immediately lit, with a crisp sound, the young man and the sword directly blasted off!

As if the powerful giant was thrown directly outside, the young man surnamed Yang was covered in blood and lay on the ground. It is estimated that the three souls had lost two, and the whole person was lying on the ground and twitching as if he was about to return his soul to his hometown at any time.

A group of sword masters rushed over to help him, either inputting mana, or rushing to feed Jin Dan, panicking.

Mu Li was also dumbfounded. This was too exaggerated because he couldn't handle half of the trick.

A group of female fairies seemed to have just come over, screaming to check the state of the teenager.

Fortunately, she stood on the court with her eyebrows down. Obviously everyone was calm. No one dared to say what she was like for a while. After all, the strength was there, and sometimes it was more useful than all the persuasion that wasted saliva.

"Ding Ruoxing! Victory!" The referee immediately announced the result of the game, and a group of immortals could only watch Xing'er breathe a sigh of relief and prepare to leave.

"Wait!"

However, at this moment, a swordsman suddenly flew into the field and stopped Xing'er loudly.

"Huh?" The referee was surprised, and the vocal swordsman was one of the swordsmen who had just raised the young man surnamed Yang.

He looked at Xing'er and shouted coldly and sternly: "Over the years, the Little Sword Society has selected my disciple of the right age under the age of 18 from the Heavenly Sword Immortal Clan to compete with the Sword Immortal under Heaven! But when did he change his original intention? I selected a disciple of such an age to participate in! And he was so vicious that he hurt my disciple Yang Jian?"

A group of female fairies saw that their sweetheart was beaten into blood. At this moment, when they saw someone supporting the scene, they immediately began to chirping. The cursing was as bad as it was.

Fortunately, staring at the left and right, she was obviously shocked by the battle, and quickly said to me, "Master...Is the disciple getting serious? What can I do? Should I give Brother Yang Jian? An apology?"

"But for a little punishment, what apology?" I asked back.

Fortunately, for a while, a group of girls were at a loss for what to do, but at this time, a group of girls had seen the seriously injured Yang Jian, and flew up to the stage filled with outrage, their swords were all out of their sheaths, and they all had a posture of revenge for their husband.

"Old bastard! Do you dare to hurt our brother Yang!"