The demon witch is her white moonlight

It turns out that every year on her birthday, she is not alone.

It's just that that person is far away in the sky, until today, she can gradually see her appearance clearly.

Ji Yuxuan curled her lips, folded the embroidered brocade handkerchief and put it in her bosom, then took off the extremely precious purple jade phoenix-headed golden hairpin on her head, and replaced it with the small hairpin given by Le Xiaoyi.

Borrowing the water of the cold pool to take a photo, it really looks good, the little fool has really good eyesight.

Ji Yuxuan narrowed her eyes with a smile.

She put away the letter from Le Xiaoyi, called the attendant to come over, and asked him: "How long will the Sword God Zongzong be?"

"It's still more than a month before returning to Young Palace Master." The attendant replied respectfully.

Ji Yuxuan revealed a thoughtful look on his face, and asked again: "About the Tianshan God's Tomb, did Guo Tianqin explain anything?"

"Not yet, the Interrogation Department has tortured Mr. Guo, but Mr. Guo pretended to be confused when he woke up, and he hasn't found any useful information yet." The attendant paused, and said, "Also, Mr. Guo's righteous brother, Hu Tu, the poison doctor, is causing trouble in many halls of my palace, trying to force my palace to hand over people."

"Hutu? Where is he now?" Ji Yuxuan tapped her fingertips rhythmically.

"The last time this person showed up was at Wangshanpi in Yuezhou, and he took over an external stronghold of my palace at Wangshanpi."

"The information Yuchi gave him?"

"Young Palace Master is very discerning."

"Heh." A cold light flashed in Ji Yuxuan's eyes, "If you are more arrogant, be more arrogant, Mrs. Yuchi, it won't be long before you jump around."

The attendant bowed his head and did not speak.

"Continue to let people stare at Guo Tianqin, as for Yuezhou..." Ji Yuxuan rolled her eyes, trying not to speak so selfishly, "I'll deal with it."

The attendant retreated and passed on Ji Yuxuan's order.

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bang——

Le Xiaoyi backflipped and landed, leaving two white marks on the sand with his feet.

Opposite her, Xu Yue, a male disciple dressed in white, stood on his own, holding a sword in his right hand and extending his left palm. The cold wind blew by, and the hem of his clothes fluttered. His imposing manner was comparable to that of Le Xiaoyi.

Le Xiaoyi saw sweat on his forehead, and Sixuan sword leaned to his side, observing the flaws in the opponent's moves like a torch.

After Le Xiaoyi had a bye yesterday, the second round of martial arts competition ended in one day, and half of the reference disciples failed. Now the remaining twelve contestants, except for Le Xiaoyi, have the lowest cultivation level of the sixth level of Maiyuan Realm.

Le Xiaoyi is no longer so lucky this round. Her opponent in this round is Xu Yue from the Eastern Academy. This person is on the eighth level of Yuanjing, and he has practiced an excellent palm technique. Xiaoyi fought against her for several rounds, and Xu Yue defended her tightly every time, insisting on not giving her a chance to get close.

He stood there, as if standing still, from the beginning of the competition to the present, he has not moved a step.

Le Xiaoyi looked solemn, waiting for the opportunity to move.

The disciples watching the battle outside the arena couldn't sit still for a long time, and once again they talked a lot.

"Junior Sister Yue hasn't lost yet? How long has it been?"

"Senior Brother Xu is a master at the eighth level of the Maiyuan Realm, and Junior Sister Yue is indeed only at the twelfth level of the Body Yuan Realm, so how can he compete with Senior Brother Xu?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Senior Brother Xu hasn't made a move yet, and Junior Sister Le can't break Senior Brother Xu's defense. The outcome has already been decided!"

"That's right, how could Senior Brother Xu lose to Junior Sister Yue of Body Yuan Realm!"

"..."

While there were different opinions, He Yunlu stared at the venue, clenched her sleeves tightly with both hands, and Zheng Ruoyi called her several times, but she didn't hear her.

Le Xiaoyi turned a deaf ear to the noise outside the arena, she clasped the scabbard in her right hand, and simply closed her eyes.

There was another sigh outside the arena, some said that she was playing tricks, some persuaded her to surrender voluntarily, amidst the chaotic noise, Le Xiaoyi moved his ears and heard a slight sound.

That was the sound of loose sand under Xu Yue's feet.

The moment she closed her eyes, Xu Yue finally made a move.

The figure was as fast as lightning, and it was close in an instant, and the gentle wind of the palm was blowing towards his face, but there was a monstrous fighting spirit hidden in the seemingly soft moves.

Le Xiaoyi frowned slightly, and then let go.

The moment the slap touched his forehead, Le Xiaoyi leaned back and avoided the slap dangerously. Before Xu Yue's second move came, Le Xiaoyi took advantage of the situation and turned around, forcing Xu Yue with a sweeping leg. Leaving the ground, Xu Yue's second palm had reached Le Xiaoyi's heavenly spirit.

Le Xiaoyi pinned the scabbard to Xu Yue's wrist, removed the palm from the side, and then punched with his left hand, hitting Xu Yue's jaw.

Xu Yue withdrew his right hand in time, and blocked Le Xiaoyi's fist with the side wall of the scabbard.

Just hearing the sound of a dong, the two retreated in the air, Xu Yue retreated three steps, Le Xiaoyi retreated seven steps in a row.

The spectator disciple who was making sarcastic remarks outside the arena shut up again. Le Xiaoyi fought Xu Yue head-on, and she suffered a bit from a head-to-head encounter, but her moves, reaction speed and coping strategies were all impeccable.

Xu Yue who fought against Le Xiaoyi was actually not easy. At first, like those people outside the field, he thought he had picked up a soft persimmon. Maybe capsized in the gutter.

Many disciples at the Maiyuan Realm also thought they could not reach Le Xiaoyi's level. The Maiyuan Realm disciples who had fought against Xu Yue before but were quickly defeated saw Le Xiaoyi getting more courageous in battle, and felt even more uneasy. taste.

It would be fine if Le Xiaoyi was a talented person with extremely high cultivation base, they could still blame their inferior skills on the other party's cultivation talent, but she only had a cultivation base of the body element state, which made them most excited Embarrassed.

The moment Le Xiaoyi landed, she jumped out again, as if she didn't feel tired at all, she looked at all directions, listened to all directions, and slapped Xu Yue head-on with a majestic palm.

A look of confusion appeared in Xu Yue's eyes. Le Xiaoyi's moves were full of loopholes. Although they were fast, they couldn't break through his defenses. Not only that, they could be countered by surprise, so what's the point of her doing this?

Can't attack for a long time, have you started to be impetuous?

There was also an uproar outside the arena, those West Court disciples who were waiting to see Le Xiaoyi's jokes began to gear up, and they cheered when Xu Yue defeated Le Xiaoyi.

Xu Yue struck back with a palm, unexpectedly, Le Xiaoyi suddenly changed his attack the moment he struck out.

Lifting the scabbard from bottom to top, it precisely squeezed in from the weakest point of the palm, and cut off his posture with a squeak.

Xu Yue was taken aback, and wanted to get away, but it was too late.

Le Xiaoyi's sword was extremely fast, and hit Xu Yue's palm with a thud, a sharp sword energy burst out, cutting a bloody hole in his palm.

The sword is not out of the sheath, where does the sword energy come from?

Has Junior Sister Le already practiced to the realm of free-spirited swordsmanship?

Xu Yue groaned, stepped back several steps, Le Xiaoyi's sword strike came again, Xu Yue's defense was broken by Le Xiaoyi just now, he didn't dare to fight, but was forced by Le Xiaoyi to retreat again a few steps.

"Senior brother Xu, accept it!"

With a twist of his wrist, Le Xiaoyi retracted his sword and stood up.

There was a dead silence outside.

Xu Yue was stunned for a moment before suddenly realizing that he had already stepped out of the arena with one foot.

His injured palm was still bleeding, and there were red marks drop by drop on the sand outside the circle drawn by Xuan He.

"Xu is convinced." Xu Yue sighed, he was really a fearsome young man.

Le Xiaoyi smiled, and said modestly: "I took a chance. If life and death were to be fought, I would definitely not be the opponent of Senior Brother Xu. If I have the opportunity to compete with Senior Brother Xu in the future, I hope Senior Brother Xu will not hesitate to teach me."

What Le Xiaoyi said was the truth, just now when Xu Yue stopped on the way, he really considered that if he broke the game forcefully, both of them might lose. Le Xiaoyi took advantage of this opportunity.

However, even if Xu Yue didn't stop, it's still unknown who will win.

Le Xiaoyi gave Xu Yue a good step, and he smiled at Le Xiaoyi, dispelling the frustration in his heart that the other party was careless and failed.

The deacon's eyes lingered on Le Xiaoyi's figure for a few breaths, then he retracted and announced loudly: "The winner is Le Xiaoyi of the Southern Court!"

He Yunlu breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately put the heart in her throat into her stomach, but before the corners of her mouth could smile, bitterness flowed out of her eyes.

Le Xiaoyi came out of the arena, and unexpectedly saw that there were more people in the field watching the match in the South Court.

"Senior Sister Zuo!" Le Xiaoyi laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, trotted over, and clapped Zuo Shixuan's hands to celebrate his victory without any danger.

"Look at you, how old you are, you are not stable at all." Zuo Shixuan smiled, "Deacon Liu will definitely give you a small fire every day, and the sword energy has been used to perfection."

Le Xiaoyi's eyes were full of undisguised pride: "That's right, my master, of course you have to give me a small fire!" He said it with confidence.

"Don't be complacent!" Zuo Shixuan poked Le Xiaoyi's forehead, "Look at who are the rest on the field now?"

Le Xiaoyi turned around and looked towards the arena as he said. The next match has already started. The two sides are the masters of the East and West Schools, and the senior sister of the East School.

Le Xiaoyi was taken aback, and said in surprise: "Is this Senior Sister Luo Qingyuan particularly powerful? I haven't seen her make a move in the past few days, and she wins without a fight every time."

Zuo Shixuan laughed when she heard the words, and took a look at Le Xiaoyi: "You'd better pray that you don't meet her in the next round, Luo Qingyuan is not only formidable, this woman has practiced the Heart-Worshiping Sword Art to the fifth level, you must know that when she was born Even Shao Yu dare not challenge her, she deserves No.1 in the Eastern Academy."

Le Xiaoyi looked surprised, and asked Zuo Shixuan again: "Then if Senior Sister Zuo fights her, who will win more?"

As soon as these words came out, Le Xiaoyi got a beautiful roll of eyes. How could such a question be asked in front of people?

But Zuo Shixuan and Le Xiaoyi have a close relationship, obviously they don't care about such small things, and they don't shy away from confessing their shortcomings, and they answer truthfully: "If I fight her, the odds of winning are [-] to [-], and she is seven to three."

"Oh." Le Xiaoyi opened his mouth wide, feeling a tinge of fear in his heart.

In addition to Luo Qingyuan from the East Campus, there are two disciples on the twelfth floor of the Maiyuan Realm remaining in the arena. One is Mo Shu, a male disciple from the West Campus, and the other is Qiu Yuan from the North Campus. After the winner is decided today, the cultivation bases left must be above the tenth level of the Maiyuan Realm.

Although Le Xiaoyi was lucky enough to win today, tomorrow's strong enemy will be even more difficult to deal with, so the situation is not optimistic.

"Don't worry." Zuo Shixuan patted her on the shoulder with a gentle smile, "You have already qualified for the fourth round of martial arts competition, even if you fail tomorrow, it will be an honor to lose."

Le Xiaoyi: "..." She didn't feel comforted at all, but could hear a bit of gloating from Zuo Shixuan's tone.