The demon witch is her white moonlight

Le Xiaoyi didn't care about winning or losing. It's already pretty good to have reached this point in the Fourth Academy competition. She has given enough limelight, and she has benefited a lot just from watching other disciples compete.

If someone eavesdropped on what was going on in her mind, they might even have the thought of killing her.

The next day arrived as scheduled, Le Xiaoyi came to the Martial arts arena as usual, unexpectedly found that the number of disciples watching the battle today was nearly double that of yesterday, and the atmosphere in the arena was tense, with disciples from all schools whispering about today's match what will happen.

If you listen carefully, you will find that their words have mentioned a name that is relatively unfamiliar to the disciples of Yueqingju, and it was not until a few days ago that they gradually became familiar with it.

Le Xiaoyi.

Even the spectator area in the South Campus was crowded with many people.

Le Xiaoyi and Zuo Shixuan came together and walked into the martial arts arena side by side. Everyone outside the arena looked at her in unison. Le Xiaoyi generously responded with a smiling face, which actually restrained those unscrupulous gazes. Not a lot.

There was a chuckle in his ear, Le Xiaoyi rolled his eyes, except Zuo Shixuan, who would make fun of her so blatantly?

Zuo Shixuan smiled, and whispered close to Le Xiaoyi's ear: "Junior Sister Le, you are famous in Yueqingju, Deacon Liu will definitely let you go to the sect meeting, maybe your fame will spread to several other people. live."

Le Xiaoyi bared his teeth, wrinkled his nose, and said boldly: "What is a mere Yue Qingju, I will let the entire Sword God Sect know my name in the future!"

Her future is to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Ji Yuxuan, even if this goal seems to be a fantasy, but she is steadfast.

Her heart grows there, it has already taken root and sprouted, the future may be bumpy for her, but she will come regardless of the weather.

Le Xiaoyi smiled and said this seemingly arrogant sentence, but Zuo Shixuan saw the vast blue sea and blue sky behind her.

Surprise flashed across Zuo Shixuan's beautiful eyes, what happened to Le Xiaoyi?

Since when did Le Xiaoyi's temperament change so drastically, it would not be an exaggeration to say it was turned upside down?

When Mingming first met, Le Xiaoyi was still a timid little girl. It has only been two months, she seems to have found her lost self, and she has become more and more cheerful and reliable.

Zuo Shixuan pursed her lips and showed a slight smile, this kind of Le Xiaoyi seemed cuter.

"Then you have to work harder." She didn't say this as a perfunctory gesture because Le Xiaoyi is her cousin, but because she was convinced that Le Xiaoyi's achievements in the future would be limitless, and this girl would have A vast world of its own.

Le Xiaoyi thought that she would be ridiculed by Zuo Shixuan again, but when she heard such a sentence, she stared at Zuo Shixuan's smiling eyes for a moment.

There was an inexplicable touch in her heart that was fleeting, she quickly reacted, giggling, and whispered in Zuo Shixuan's ear: "Thank you, cousin!"

The two walked into the South Campus watching the match with laughter and noisiness. Several South Campus disciples got up and greeted Zuo Shixuan, and turned their heads to greet Le Xiaoyi, with a more sincere attitude than before.

Le Xiaoyi returned the salute one by one, saw that there were many people in the four seats, and they were discussing a lot, and after listening to a few words, they roughly understood what was going on.

Yesterday she and Zuo Shixuan fought on the sidelines. Until the end of the final competition, they had already known in advance the participating disciples who entered the top six.

Except for Le Xiaoyi, each of the east, west and north courtyards has a disciple of the [-]th floor of the Maiyuan Realm. The remaining two are Wang Ke from the West Academy and Zhou Tong from the North Academy. Both of them are masters of the [-]th floor of the Maiyuan Realm. .

Le Xiaoyi was ranked among these people, he was a real outlier, and naturally received many strange looks.

There are more disciples watching the battle today, obviously they are all here to cheer for the senior brothers and sisters who were selected in the same academy. Of course, there are also many who want to see what kind of role Le Xiaoyi is who has been rumored in the house these two days.

After the deacon of the competition supervisor arrived, the arena became quiet. After the routine announcement of the list of selected disciples, the competition began immediately: "In the first match, Luo Qingyuan from the East Court will face Qiu Yuan from the North Court!"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was in an uproar.

Le Xiaoyi also stared, and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The first match is two disciples of the twelfth floor of the Maiyuan Realm fighting for the front!

There was laughter one after another in the West Courtyard area. Luo Qingyuan fought Qiu Yuan, so among the remaining four, Mo Shu from the West Courtyard was the one with the highest cultivation level.

No matter who Mo Shu draws, the chances of winning are great, and Luo Qingyuan and Qiu Yuan are fighting against each other, and there is a high probability of losing both. No matter who loses in this competition, the other person's state will be affected, and Increase Mo Shu's chances of winning in the next competition.

So at this moment, the West Courtyard was full of cheers, as if sitting on a mountain and watching the tigers fight.

However, the reactions of the disciples in the east and north courtyards were very different. There was mourning in the north courtyard. Even Qiu Yuan gasped when he heard that his opponent was Luo Qingyuan, with a helpless wry smile on his face.

The disciples of the East Courtyard were all in a relaxed state, as if they had already anticipated the outcome of this competition.

Luo Qingyuan fluttered into the arena with her sleeves fluttering.

Le Xiaoyi blinked, thinking that this girl really has an immortal temperament, and she will break through the Bone Origin Realm in a short time, right?

Qiu Yuan was also a female disciple. After playing, she clasped her fists at Luo Qingyuan and greeted Luo Qingyuan graciously: "Please teach me, Senior Sister Luo!"

Le Xiaoyi found out that the eyes of his disciples were shining brightly.

Zuo Shixuan also whispered: "Senior Sister Qiu is going to compete with Sister Luo, some people have watched this competition!"

Le Xiaoyi smiled knowingly, Luo Qingyuan didn't make a move a few days ago, no wonder the disciples watching the battle were suddenly excited.

Luo Qingyuan replied: "Junior Sister, please." His voice was cold, like a cold spring above nine heavens, and Le Xiaoyi shivered Lingling.

The deacon said "The competition begins", Qiu Yuan responded and rushed towards Luo Qingyuan.

Her weapon is a pair of short knives, her movements are extremely fast, she passed several feet in a flash, and when she reached Luo Qingyuan, the two blades were unsheathed and wiped towards Luo Qingyuan's neck.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Qiu Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

She suddenly changed her move, double knives overlapped, with one hand guarding the front door, and the other protecting her chest.

In the next moment, the sharp sword energy rushed towards the face, striking on the two knives, Qiu Yuan's arms trembled, and the whole person flew upside down. When he landed, he stabbed the ground with the two knives, and pulled out two white marks. Hold on tight.

Luo Qingyuan's sword was still unsheathed, and she didn't even change her standing posture.

In the eyes of many onlookers, Luo Qingyuan didn't do anything at all, but Qiu Yuan's attack was swift and fierce, but when he came in front of Luo Qingyuan, he changed his own move, and was caught by someone who didn't know where. The stock pushed back.

Amidst the laughter in the west courtyard, Mo Shu clenched his fists in shock.

Wang Ke and Zhou Tong looked at each other from afar, their eyes filled with joy.

Meeting anyone is better than meeting Luo Qingyuan.

Le Xiaoyi straightened his back suddenly, with a look of shock on his face.

"How is it? Isn't it amazing?" Zuo Shixuan smiled beside Le Xiaoyi.

Le Xiaoyi clicked his lips and sighed: "Senior Sister Luo's sword intent is too pure, it comes from the heart, like an arm."

She had to admit that Luo Qingyuan is indeed a very powerful sword repairer with a clear sword heart. She wondered if she could be as calm as Luo Qingyuan if she replaced the sword, and finally came to the conclusion helplessly, most likely she still needs some time. .

Qiu Yuan turned over and stood up, breathing quickly and shaking off the dust on her arms. Fortunately, she just changed her move in time, otherwise she would have been defeated now.

It's been a long time since we saw each other, and Luo Qingyuan's strength has made a qualitative leap again?

Qiu Yuan was shocked. She heard that Luo Qingyuan had been favored by the elders of the inner sect. Once Luo Qingyuan broke through the bone yuan realm and entered the inner sect, she would immediately become the elder's direct disciple.

Such an opportunity is a rare opportunity for many outer sect disciples of the Sword God Sect.

Is this the difference between a real genius and an ordinary mortal?

Qiu Yuan took a deep breath and clenched the handle of the knife again.

She calmed down, forgot herself, and completely sank her consciousness into the two swords.

Luo Qingyuan's eyes changed slightly, the surprise was fleeting, and then turned into a little bit of fighting spirit, and a spark of a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After a glance, it's all the same.

The disciples outside the arena, regardless of gender, were amazed and fell into an indescribable obsession and madness.

"Senior Sister Luo! Senior Sister Luo!" Some male disciples stood up and called loudly, while some female disciples covered their faces and screamed.

Le Xiaoyi, who is sober while everyone is drunk, grinned inexplicably. Beautiful women are really scary, especially for a cold beauty like Luo Qingyuan who doesn't like to laugh. Magical effect.

This is not the first time she has seen this kind of madness. Every time Ji Yuxuan appears in front of everyone, the eyes of those Jianghu people are more fiery than these young disciples, but because of their status and face, they will suppress this kind of madness in their eyes , pretending not to care.

Le Xiaoyi gets angry when he thinks of this, but Ji Yuxuan is still very flamboyant, and the peach blossoms he provokes are getting stronger and stronger.

She secretly clenched her little fists, and she had to hurry up and practice hard. The apprentices who coveted Ji Yuxuan, come and beat one, and two for a pair!

Just when Le Xiaoyi was thinking wildly, the battle situation on the field changed again.

Qiu Yuan jumped up holding the knife, and rushed to Luo Qingyuan again.

Intangible sword energy gathered around Luo Qingyuan's body, and as Qiu Yuan approached, the sword energy shot out.

Qiu Yuan didn't get hit like before. She closed her eyes and moved her body at will. Her keen perception caught the oncoming sword energy. She raised the knife to block it. For a moment, the shadow of the sword flew, and her two knives danced flawlessly. .

The sound of ding ding ding metal and iron clashing could be heard endlessly, and Qiu Yuan approached Luo Qingyuan step by step against the invisible sword rain.

The disciples on the sidelines held their breath and did not blink their eyes. They seemed to be more nervous than the two on the field.

At a certain moment, Qiu Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, and the two knives seemed to have their own consciousness, and flew out in a circle, passing across the sky at an extremely tricky angle, and flew directly through the rain curtain, towards Luo Qingyuan.

Luo Qingyuan finally moved, she twirled the scabbard with her right hand, there were two bangs, the scimitar flew back the same way, Qiu Yuan started with both knives, but was frostbitten by the true energy attached to the knives.

She staggered back a few steps, stared blankly at the flushed palms, and sighed helplessly: "I lost."

Not only did Luo Qingyuan reach the fifth level of Wenxin Sword Art, but even her internal strength became cold. At this time, Qiu Yuan's hands were numb from the cold, she lost consciousness, and could no longer fight.

From the beginning to the end, Luo Qingyuan only made three moves.

They are both on the twelfth level of the Maiyuan Realm, and only after they have really mastered it can they know what it means to have people beyond people and heaven beyond the sky.