Holding the sword and holding the sister away

It has been a month since Fu Yan left Bai Yueli's yard last time, and she couldn't help being a little stunned at this moment.

Seemingly aware of her gaze, Bai Yueli in front of her suddenly turned her head to look at Fu Yan. For some reason, Fu Yan averted her gaze a little guilty.

Maybe it's because she took Bai Yueli's jade slip, and after a month passed, she still didn't have any clue about knowing the sword, so she felt a little guilty for no reason.

Seeing Bai Yueli looking over, Tong Zhen couldn't help but smiled in a friendly manner, and then pulled Fu Yan to chase after her. She looked at Bai Yueli with a smile and said, "Hello, Senior Sister Bai!"

Fu Yan felt a little embarrassed, she wanted to slow down and let Bai Yueli who was in front of her leave first, but she didn't want Tong Zhen to just drag her under her nose.

"Senior Sister Bai." Fu Yan could only greet politely.

Tong Zhen is a familiar child at heart. Seeing that Bai Yueli didn't look impatient, she hurriedly asked, "Senior Sister Bai, this is the first time we are participating in the ranking contest of the inner sect, can you tell us Can you tell me the specific situation?"

Hearing this, Bai Yueli took the first look at Fuyan, but quickly averted her gaze. Seeing Tong Zhen's curious baby, she could only briefly explain some basic rules.

The ranking competition of the inner sect of the Water Lingzong is held once a year. Before the competition starts, the elders will divide all the inner disciples into ten groups, and then each group will compete again. Each person can accumulate one point for each victory. , There are no points for a loss. There are five rounds in the preliminary round. After this, each group will have the highest point. Basically, the top ten in the final ranking will be ten of them. Of course, it is not ruled out that there will be dark horses breaking in.

The subsequent rankings are also calculated based on points, and the finals of the top [-] are also separated from the finals. That is to say, in the preliminary round, if the points are not enough for the top [-], it is very likely that they will not be able to participate in the finals of the top [-].

After listening, Fu Yan couldn't help sighing: "If ordinary disciples meet brothers and sisters who want to be in the top [-] consecutively, wouldn't it mean that the points will never be raised?"

Bai Yueli looked back at her: "Of course the elders won't put all the strong ones in one group. The opponents in the next group are all determined by lottery. During the process of cultivation, sometimes luck is also a kind of strength."

"It's so complicated!" Tong Zhen was confused when he heard it, but now he felt his head was getting bigger.

How to relieve worries, only delicious chicken drumsticks!

Then, under the somewhat surprised gazes of Fu Yan and Bai Yueli, Tong Zhen took out a chicken leg from her storage spirit ring on her own, and ate it a little aggrieved.

Fu Yan: "..."

"I'm sorry, thank you Senior Sister Bai for telling us the rules, then we'll go there first." Fu Yan smiled a little embarrassingly, and hurriedly dragged Tong Zhen to the Zhengfeng Competition Dojo.

Bai Yueli didn't continue to say anything, but still walked with the sword in a leisurely manner.

When Fu Yan and Fu Yan came to Zhengfeng's competition dojo, they were slightly shocked by the scene in front of them. They saw that the competition dojo was already crowded with people. From a distance, they could only see people of different heights. One's little head.

"There are so many people!" Tong Zhen held up her chicken leg, so surprised that she forgot to eat it.

Fu Yan nodded, but soon felt relieved: "Today's ranking competition, not only all the inner disciples came to participate, but Zuo Feng's outer disciples also came to watch the excitement, and there were also many elders."

After the words fell, Tong Zhen who was on the side came back to her senses. She quickly took a bite of the chicken leg, and replied vaguely: "Yes, let's find a place to sit."

Fu Yan didn't refuse, and soon the two of them found an empty place in the crowded dojo.

This year's ranking competition finally officially started when the sun was on the top of the pole. I saw the elder of the inner sect slowly walking up to the dojo and flying to the center, signaling all the disciples to calm down, and then slowly said: "First of all, welcome to all disciples!" Come to participate in the ranking competition of the inner sect, one year has passed, I believe that everyone's cultivation base will not stagnate, it is time to show your strongest strength..."

The great elder of the inner sect looked like an ordinary grandfather in his fifties and sixties, and his face looked very amiable, but his voice was obviously not loud, but it spread steadily and powerfully to everyone present. in the ears.

This kind of strength will not be lower than that of the late stage of the Dao.

"The rules of this year's ranking competition are still the same as in previous years. I won't go into details one by one. Newly promoted inner disciples can ask their brothers and sisters in the same sect. Okay, old man, I will stop talking nonsense."

"The 560th Eighth Ranking Contest of the Inner Sect of Water Lingzong has officially started!"

As the voice of the great elder fell, all the disciples present quickly cheered, and everyone's eyes were full of enthusiasm. After all, many disciples practiced hard for a year just to shine in this competition.

"Hey, Fu Yan, how many names are you planning to hit?" Tong Zhen, who was next to the elder in the field, said the last words, and finally finished eating her chicken legs. She wiped her hands and mouth with a handkerchief, curious asked Fu Yan.

Fu Yan: "..." The tone seemed to say that she could call as many names as she wanted.

In fact, Fu Yan still has a certain understanding of her own strength. She can only break into the top [-] if she dies. If she successfully broke through to the middle stage of the consecration a few days ago, she should be able to break into the top [-].

As for the top ten or top twenty, Fu Yan felt that there should be no hope if his cultivation base was not in the late stage of consecration.

"I don't know, I should be able to enter the top [-]." Fu Yan thought for a while, and replied somewhat casually.

After wiping her little hands, Tong Zhen looked full and satisfied, and then nodded: "Then I will enter the top [-] too!"

Speaking, the deacons and elders on the other side of the field seemed to be preparing to announce the grouping situation. Tong Zhen stretched her neck and looked over, and then looked worried.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yan asked her.

Tong Zhen then looked back at her, and said, "Don't put us in a group, I don't want to meet you on the stage."

What Fu Yan said was a little funny, and he couldn't help asking: "Why, even if we meet, we will try our best to compare."

"No, no, no!" Tong Zhen shook her head hastily, and then said helplessly, "Fu Yan, your swordsmanship is too powerful, I'm sure I can't beat you."

"..."

Fu Yan wanted to say that she was not sure that Tong Zhen's physical body's terrifying power would be able to break through her defenses. If they really matched up, winning or losing could be said to be a [-]-[-] split.

Thinking of this, just when Fu Yan was about to say something, he heard someone shout: "The group list has been released, and you can check it in your identity wooden board."

In an instant, all the inner disciples present lowered their heads and released their spiritual energy to check the group list.

"Great!" Tong Zhen on the side was suddenly full of excitement, and quickly raised her eyes to look at Fu Yan and said, "We are not together, I was divided into six groups, and Fu Yan, you are in the eighth group."

Fu Yan nodded without paying attention. After briefly looking at all the groups, she found it a little funny. Just like what Bai Yueli said just now, the deacons and elders were indeed divided fairly.

For the top [-] in the previous session, each group could be divided into two people. According to the ranking, the strength of the ten groups will not differ too much from high to low.

Just when Fu Yan was about to put down her wooden identity card, Tong Zhen who was at the side suddenly said in surprise, "Fu Yan, Elder Sister Bai Yueli is in a group with you!!"

Hearing this, Fu Yan couldn't help being slightly taken aback, she just glanced at the list roughly, and didn't pay too much attention to it, but now that she heard Tong Zhen's reminder, she realized that Bai Yueli's name really appeared in the eighth group.

In fact, there are more than 100 people in each group, and there are five rounds of competitions, and each round has more than a dozen games, so even if they are assigned to a group, it does not mean that they will hit each other [-]% of the time.

However, if she really met Bai Yueli, Fu Yan knew that she would definitely not be able to win, but she also wanted to know how many tricks she could survive in Bai Yueli's hands with her current strength.

There is a kind of wishing to be able to match up, but not wishing to be matched up, Fu Yan doesn't know what state of mind she is in now.

"Okay, the grouping is over, I believe everyone has found their own group, then everyone should go to the dojo of their own group quickly, the ranking contest will start soon."

In the center of the huge dojo, the gentle voice of the Great Elder came again, and when he finished speaking, the surrounding crowd began to move in twos and threes.

"Then I'll go to the sixth group first!" Tong Zhen also stood up from her seat, greeted Fu Yan, and was about to turn around and leave.

Fu Yan nodded, she is going to the eighth group too.

The dojo of the eighth group is on the far right of the square. When Fu Yan hurried over, the place was already crowded, and the audience stands outside were even full.

Just when Fu Yan was still wondering why there were so many people here, she saw Bai Yueli walking towards this side slowly, and everyone was attracted for a while.

"Ahh!! I finally saw Senior Sister Bai, look quickly, Senior Sister Bai is so beautiful, woohoo!"

"Although the other groups also have wonderful battles, I still want to watch Senior Sister Bai's group. Tell me, will Senior Sister Bai still be the number one in the inner sect this year?"

"It's definitely possible. Besides Senior Sister Bai, who can take the first place? My good friend is actually in the eighth group. I wonder if he can make a move against Senior Sister Bai."

"It's hard to say, after all, Senior Brother Yu Heng's strength is not simple."

"..."

The chattering noises all around gave Fu Yan a headache, no wonder there are so many people here, and their feelings are all directed at Bai Yueli.

"All eight groups of disciples come to me to draw lots." A deacon elder on the stage suddenly raised his voice.

Fu Yan didn't care too much, so she went directly to line up, there were only about [-] people in one group, and it was her turn soon, so she casually reached into the cardboard box and took out a piece of paper, and then quickly went to side.

Open the note, and the four characters "No. 37" are impressively written on it.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the lottery was drawn, a series of loud bells rang again on the entire Zhengfeng Mountain, and the next second everyone heard the voice of the Great Elder: "The inner sect ranking competition has officially begun."

The competition was decided through lottery drawing within each group. As soon as Fu Yan sat down at the place where the disciples were resting, he saw that the deacon elder on the platform had already drawn two numbers.

At the same time, other groups on the side also started the first competition of today's ranking competition, and the voices of the deacons and elders also rang out in the dojo.

"A group, number 33 vs. number 65!"

"Group two, No. 27 vs. No. 81!"

"..."

"The first match of the first round of the eight groups, No. 49 vs. No. [-]!"

……

Soon Fu Yan saw two inner disciples walking up to the competition stage beside him. After saluting each other, they took up their weapons one after another. In the blink of an eye, the fight had already reached a fever pitch. , everyone around watched with gusto.

After watching for a while, Fu Yan was able to guess the outcome of the competition, so she withdrew her gaze, but halfway, her gaze landed on Bai Yueli on the right by accident. .

I don't know what number she is, Fu Yan thought.

Today's Bai Yueli finally didn't wear all white, but like all the inner disciples, she put on the light blue costume of the sect disciples, but she didn't lose her glamorous temperament in the slightest.

Sure enough, a person's temperament is really innate.

As if aware of the gaze on her, Bai Yueli over there suddenly looked sideways, just in time to bump into Fu Yan's gaze that was unprepared in time.

Fu Yan was stunned for a moment, nodded her head quickly, and quickly averted her gaze. It was very embarrassing to peek at being caught on the spot.

"No. 49 wins, one point!"

Fortunately, the competition on the platform at this time has already been decided, which has attracted the attention of most people, and the ending is not as Fu Yan expected.

After a few more competitions, Fu Yan finally heard his own number.

"Sixth match, No. 37 vs. No. 52!"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Yan got up slowly, and she carried her Linglong Broken Sword, and walked up to the competition stage in front of her step by step. After a breath, her opponent also stood opposite.

He is a disciple who was consecrated in the middle stage.

"No. 52 Lin Zhong, please advise." He first raised his hand to salute Fu Yan.

Fu Yan raised her hand in return: "No. 37 Fu Yan, please advise."

Lin Zhong was a knife repairer, and as soon as the two of them finished saluting, she quickly raised her long knife and killed Fu Yan directly.

Fu Yan didn't have any carelessness, and directly used her Wind Shadow Step to sweep back, and quickly opened the distance between the two of them completely.

Although Fu Yan's cultivation was one level lower than his own, Lin Zhong didn't want to take chances. After all, he couldn't even beat Zhou Zhenlie, let alone facing Fu Yan who really shattered Zhou Zhenlie's sea of ​​energy.

Seeing that Fu Yan dodged his own blow easily, Lin Zhong could only quickly use his most powerful blow: "The Flame Red Knife!"

In an instant, the long knife in Lin Zhong's hand seemed to ignite spontaneously, and a raging flame burst out, and the burning air seemed to be deformed. He held the long knife so tightly, and the true essence in his body also exploded quickly. When it opened, the whole figure approached Fu Yan in front of him.

Lin Zhong's slash was fierce and coupled with the fact that he exploded his true energy to increase his speed, Fu Yan naturally had no reason to continue to dodge. She also quickly turned the Linglong Broken Sword in her hand backhanded, and jumped directly into the Flame long knife.

In an instant, there was an extremely huge air flow in the air, and the true essence in Fu Yan's body rushed out again, and Lin Zhong suddenly felt a huge pressure coming, and when he reacted, his own blade flame had instantly collapsed.

In an instant, the power of Fu Yan's sword hit Lin Zhong directly, and he quickly fell backwards, and the next moment he fell heavily on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Beads of sweat slowly slid off his forehead, Lin Zhong was a little helpless, he couldn't even catch the opponent's sword.

"Sixth game, 37 wins, one point!"

As the deacon elder's voice came to mind, the result of this competition had already come to an end, and such a quick battle aroused everyone's incredulity.

"It's too fast. They didn't take a few breaths before they came on stage, and the winner has already been announced!"

"What, the sixth round is over? I just went to the latrine, and the two rounds are gone?"

"Who is this junior sister? She only has the cultivation level of the early stage of consecration, but she can defeat Lin Zhong in the middle stage of consecration with one sword?"

"Junior Sister Fuyan, haven't you heard of what happened a month ago? It was she who shattered Zhou Zhenlie's sea of ​​energy in one fell swoop in the life-and-death challenge! Lin Zhong's strength is even inferior to Zhou Zhenlie's. It's not obvious Yes."

"It turned out to be her, and I didn't go to see it at the time."

"I feel that this Fu Yan might be a dark horse this year. How many do you think she can break into?"

"It's hard to say, but the top [-] is definitely fine. As for whether she can make it into the top [-], it depends on her subsequent strength."

"..."

Following the discussion on the audience stage, Fu Yan on the competition stage had already put away the Linglong Broken Sword, walked down slowly, and then returned to her seat to sit down.

The next match was also a competition between two new disciples who were in the early stage of consecration. Not only was this kind of competition not worth watching, but it would not end so soon, so everyone turned their attention to the competition between other groups.

"Look at the sixth group. That junior sister is actually comparable to Li Yanwei, who is ranked No. 90 and eighth. She seems to be a freshman this year. The people in this class are too perverted. They are all dark horses. Do you want us?" The old man survived!"

At this moment, Fu Yan suddenly heard an unbelievable voice from behind her. After she stopped the man's words, she couldn't help but looked towards the sixth group curiously.

Soon, she saw a familiar figure.

On the competition stage of the sixth group, Tong Zhen was fighting with a man. She seemed to be unlucky, and met Li Yanwei, who was ranked No.90.

How to put it, Tong Zhen can be regarded as the first friend he met in the inner sect of the Water Ling Sect. Fu Yan naturally hoped that Tong Zhen could win, so he raised his eyes and stared carefully at the competition of the sixth group.

At this time, Tong Zhen had already fought with the opponent for four or five moves, but he still did not fall into a disadvantage. The competition would be over soon, but he didn't expect to kick a hard iron board.

This Junior Sister Tong Zhen looked timid, but she didn't expect to be the hidden master, and his attack couldn't break through her defense at all.

"Junior Sister Tong is really powerful." Li Yanwei couldn't help but smile wryly. If this continues, he will soon be at a disadvantage. At this time, he has to show his strongest strength.

Hearing this, Tong Zhen in front of him looked at him in confusion, as if he hadn't noticed the situation of this competition.

Tong Zhen really didn't have any idea. After all, Li Yanwei was the one who attacked her since she came to power. She could only resist and defend passively. She didn't dare to take it lightly.

After hearing Li Yanwei's voice, Tong Zhen immediately looked at him aggrieved, thinking, can't you slow down?The attacks were always one after another, without giving her a chance to breathe.

Li Yanwei "..."

He seemed to have understood the meaning expressed in Tong Zhen's eyes, and he, who was always well-bred, wanted to yell loudly: Why are you still wronged!Shouldn't I be the one who should be wronged! !

Of course, Li Yanwei would not really yell, he could only swallow it in his stomach.

Li Yanwei is also ranked in the top [-]. A freshman disciple can be comparable to him, and he only has the cultivation level in the early stage of consecration. Naturally, it has attracted countless attentions at this time.

After a pause, Li Yanwei held his spear tightly in everyone's sight, and directly attacked Tong Zhen on the opposite side again.

Tong Zhen's lightness kung fu is not good, she doesn't have any speed to speak of, so naturally it is impossible to dodge, she can only stretch out her hand, trying to fight with her own strength.

Sure enough, the next situation was still the same as before. Li Yanwei still couldn't break Tong Zhen's defense, and naturally it was impossible to hurt him.

At this moment, Li Yanwei was about to take a step back with his gun, and then used his most powerful burst gun, but suddenly found that Tong Zhen, who was facing him this time, was holding the end of his spear tightly, as if he didn't want to take it easy It means to let go.

He couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and after quickly reacting, Li Yanwei was holding the tail of the spear, ready to draw it back with his own power of true energy, but...the spear in his hand didn't move at all.

Li Yanwei, who felt like he couldn't draw his weapon back: "..."

However, at the next moment, he wished he could kill him head-on. Li Yanwei suddenly felt that the spear in his hand was picked up by the opponent. He didn't let go, so he followed the spear directly, and was lifted from the competition stage by Tong Zhen .

At this moment, Tong Zhen on the competition stage was holding the end of the long spear, and lifted up a man with a gun for them, and hung it firmly in the air.

Li Yanwei: "..." Who am I?where am I?

Fu Yan who witnessed everything: "..."

All the audiences present turned their gazes over: "..."

In an instant, except for the sound of fighting from other teams, there was complete silence, and almost everyone stared at the competition stage with their eyes wide open.

Although Fu Yan had seen the scene of Tong Zhen throwing the giant saber-toothed crocodile with one hand, she couldn't help being slightly surprised again by this scene.

It's fine to lift a grown man, but the opponent's strength is one level higher than his own, so the nature is different, and he still uses the weapon that the opponent is most familiar with.

After the silence, everyone in the peripheral audience quickly began to discuss.

"Oh my god, I'm not mistaken, this junior sister used Li Yanwei's long spear to lift him up in the air."

"This world is so unreal. This girl obviously looks stupid and cute. Why did she make a move... It's different from what I thought?"

"I wonder if I am delusional!"

"You didn't see it, it's true, and don't you feel it? There is no spiritual power fluctuation around this little junior sister, this..."

"What? You mean she hasn't used her true energy yet, it's just...just relying on her own physical strength?"

"It seems... that's it!"

"Mom, what kind of perverted physique is this? I'm afraid she is the biggest dark horse in this ranking competition. I almost knelt down!"

"Suddenly feel sympathy for Li Yanwei..."

"..."

When everyone was talking about her actions, Tong Zhen didn't care too much, she just wanted to let Li Yanwei take a break, and stop attacking herself like this before, she couldn't care less.

"I surrender!"

Just when Tong Zhen had some free time, she suddenly heard a voice coming through the air above her head.

After finishing speaking, the man immediately let go of his weapon and spear, and jumped down steadily from above.

"The fifth game of the six groups, number 22 wins, one point!"

It wasn't until the elder deacon's voice was heard next to his ear that Tong Zhen, who was still holding a spear, came back to his senses leisurely, and immediately looked at Li Yanwei on the opposite side with a puzzled expression: "Oh, that's not right, isn't the game still in progress? Is it over? Why... why did you suddenly admit defeat?"

If it wasn't obvious that this girl really lacked a tendon, Li Yan would be furious and pull her to die together.

But looking at the innocent face of the other party, Li Yanwei felt that if he got angry, he would punch Mianmian with a punch, which was useless at all, that's all, although he still has backhands that are useless, but today it is true that his skills are not as good as others up.

"Can you return the spear to me?" Li Yanwei could only look up at her and said.

Tong Zhen was startled, and then realized that the weapon was still in her hand, and immediately handed it over with some embarrassment: "Sorry, sorry, your long gun."

Li Yanwei reached out to take the spear, then turned and left the competition stage without turning his head, leaving only Tong Zhen who didn't understand how he suddenly won.

Fu Yan, who watched this competition, had the urge to help her forehead. She really couldn't figure out what kind of family could raise such a treasure as Tong Zhen.

Fu Yan suddenly became curious about Tong Zhen's life experience.

The morning competition was over, and everyone seemed to be a little unsatisfied, but it was only a two-hour break at noon, and the afternoon competition kicked off again.

Fuyan had only participated in one morning's kung fu, and Bai Yueli beside her hadn't been there yet, but everyone was not in a hurry. After all, a ranking competition usually takes seven or eight days, and sometimes it takes ten days It is also commonplace.

After returning from lunch, Fu Yan just sat down to watch a match, when he heard the voice of the deacon elder on the field again: "The eighth match of the eighth group, No. 16 vs. No. 41!"

The next moment, Fu Yan saw Bai Yueli on the right get up and slowly walk up to the competition stage on the right. She is No.16.

"Ahh! Senior Sister Bai is finally on the stage, who is her opponent?"

"No, it's hard to look forward to Senior Sister Bai's first competition. The opponent is only a disciple in the middle stage of consecration, so is it still necessary to fight?"

"What's the rush? This ranking competition has just started, and the powerful ones will definitely not collide with each other so soon."

"That's right, it's all about warming up, and it's worth waiting for the finals."

As various voices came from behind, Fu Yan saw that the two people on the competition stage had already started to salute, but just after the deacon elder said "start", the other party immediately stretched out his hand to signal: "I admit defeat! "

Hearing this, the deacon elder was not surprised at all: "No. 16 wins, one point!"

After the words fell, the two people on the competition stage left the stage in a hurry. This competition can be said to have ended before it even started.

Although Fu Yan was a little surprised, it was understandable. After all, it was better to just admit defeat in such a contest with such a disparity in strength, and save your strength for the next contest.

But being able to fight a few tricks with Bai Yueli's strength will allow people to look directly at their own strength, and thus have a better comprehension and progress.

The competition was still going on, and it didn't take long for Fu Yan to be on the stage again, but this time her opponent surprised her a little.

"No. 52 Qin Xinrui, please advise."

Qin Xinrui on the opposite side stared at Fu Yan closely, and said word by word.

It's been a month since Qin Xinrui's cultivation has broken through to the middle stage of consecration.

Fu Yan didn't expect that Qin Xinrui was also in the eighth group. She couldn't deny that she didn't seem to pay attention to this person all morning. Since she defeated Qin Xinrui with a sword in the inner sect competition last time, it seemed that Fu Yan saw her for the second time. .

As the competition began, Qin Xinrui quickly grasped her sword, looking at Fu Yan with disgust and jealousy in her eyes.

After being directly stunned by Fu Yan that day, Qin Xinrui wanted to kill someone angrily. Although she later realized that she was used by Zhou Zhenlie, but Fu Yan made her suffer such a great humiliation, Qin Xinrui naturally hated it pole.

So for the past month, Qin Xinrui has been practicing hard, just to defeat Fu Yan in front of everyone. Fortunately, Huang Tian paid off, and she finally broke through to the middle stage of consecration before this ranking competition.

In fact, Qin Xinrui didn't believe how powerful Fu Yan would be at all, it could be said that she was unwilling to believe this fact, even if Fu Yan became famous in the inner sect because of the life-and-death challenge with Zhou Zhenlie.

Qin Xinrui still really believed that, but Zhou Zhenlie was lured by Fu Yan and was just careless for a while, that's why he capsized in the gutter.

Now that she is also in the middle stage of consecration, Qin Xinrui doesn't believe it anymore, there is a class difference between them, how good can Fu Yan be?

This time, Qin Xinrui forced herself not to be too impatient, so instead of attacking quickly as usual, she held the sword and stared at Fu Yan closely, trying to see her moves.

At this moment, Fu Yan naturally didn't think as much as Qin Xinrui thought, after all, in her eyes, this battle was already a foregone conclusion.

Since the other party didn't attack first, Fu Yan didn't bother to delay too long, so she directly held the Linglong Broken Sword and rushed to Qin Xinrui with Wind Shadow Steps.

After all, it was already in the middle stage of consecration. Although Qin Xinrui's strength was not very good, she still had a basic reaction. She turned around quickly to avoid it, and then lowered her waist to kill with a sword.

Fu Yan didn't care, and jumped up directly, one toe landed firmly on the tip of Qin Xinrui's sword.

Qin Xinrui felt insulted in an instant, thinking that Fu Yan didn't take herself seriously at all, she almost lost her reason immediately, and directly exploded her true energy completely, threw away the sword full of anger, and then jumped straight to the ground. Fu Yan's top.

"Fu Yan, let's see how you hide, you go to hell!" She almost gnashed her teeth and let out a loud cry, and quickly turned her hand, and in an instant, she used her most powerful ten swords.

Fu Yan looked at the ten menacing sword blades that appeared in front of her eyes, she could see how much her master hated herself, she couldn't help but sighed.

Originally thought that Qin Xinrui was simply blinded by Zhou Zhenlie, but now it seems that the other party is a person who will take revenge.

Facing the person who wanted to kill her, Fu Yan finally stopped holding back her hand. She held the Linglong Broken Sword and swung it straight at the ten-year-old sword in front of her.

The next moment, the newly formed sword blade was quickly crushed by Fu Yan's powerful sword energy, and turned into nothing in an instant. Qin Xinrui, who was directly in front of him, also received this strong blow, and his whole body sprayed a mouthful of blood in the air instantly. , the body flew directly out of the huge competition platform.

It's just one move, and the victory is already divided.

"No. 37 Fu Yan wins, earn one point!"

Qin Xinrui, who was knocked out this time, was not unconscious, she was holding her chest, struggling to get up from the ground, and when she heard the voice of the elder deacon, she suddenly became like a madman.

He roared at the top of his voice: "No...impossible, how could it be? Your cultivation base is obviously lower than mine, how could I lose, ahhh!! No, I don't believe...you...you must It’s cheating, that’s right, you must have cheated, you guys go check her, she cheated!!”

Everyone: "..." Is this person crazy?

The elder deacon on the stage finally took a look at Qin Xinrui, frowned in a subtle way, and quickly signaled the disciples beside him to take her away from the dojo.

Fu Yan didn't say much, she knew that Qin Xinrui had no chance at all, not because she yelled at her, nor because she dared to question the insight ability of the elder deacon.

Rather, her Dao heart has been destroyed...

For any immortal cultivator, an unwavering Dao heart is the most important thing. If the Dao heart is destroyed, this life will also be destroyed.

"No, who was that person just now? Why can't you afford to lose? Isn't it just a competition?"

"This matter has to start from a month ago. Forget it, it's not a big deal. Anyway, her Dao Xin has been destroyed. Even if she has the ability to reach the sky, it is useless."

"Fortunately, my Dao heart has always been stable, and nothing can hit my Dao heart yet!"

"..."

Qin Xinrui's matter seemed to be just a small episode, except for a few curious questions just now, it soon passed, and the game continued.

In the afternoon, Fu Yan participated in three competitions and won all of them smoothly, while Bai Yueli who was on the side was drawn for four competitions, but she didn't make a move in these four competitions.

It has almost become a law, when encountering Bai Yueli's disciples, they can't help but admit defeat one after another, it's not their fault, since Bai Yueli is the number one in the inner sect, and the opponents are all outside of two hundred, they naturally won't have What kind of fighting mind.

In this way, the first day of the ranking competition passed in a lively and passionate time.

In the evening, the inner door cafeteria.

Sitting opposite Fu Yan, Tong Zhen gnawed on the hoof of the spirit flesh, while babbling about today's ranking competition: "Fu Yan, I actually won three games in a row today. I was much taller, and I lost for some reason.”

Although these words sounded a bit like Versailles, Fu Yan knew that Tong Zhen was complaining sincerely and had no other thoughts. Have people of one or two classes fought each other?"

"Of course!" Tong Zhen didn't know why, but she said truthfully: "When I was at home, all the people of the same clan were one level higher than me. When I competed with them, I had no ability to resist at all."

"Fu Yan, you don't know, I'm the person with the lowest talent at home, and they all talk about me behind my back." As she said that, Tong Zhen continued to eat a big mouthful of spiritual meat hooves very aggrieved.

Fu Yan: "..."

As the male protagonist's birthplace, the northern Fujian region is set in the book as the most barren region on the entire Tongxuan Continent. After all, the strong people in the entire northern region can be counted with a single slap.

So after listening to Tong Zhen's words, Fu Yan could guess the girl's origin, she definitely couldn't be from the northern Fujian region, but she didn't ask in detail, after all, it was someone else's privacy.

Although he didn't know why Tong Zhen appeared here, facing her confusion, Fu Yan could only explain: "It's nothing strange, the strength of strength still depends on the person, and you don't need to think too much. If you can win, you win."

Hearing this, Tong Zhen nodded a little ignorantly because of the spirit in his mouth, but he responded vaguely.

"Let's go, go back early and pay attention after eating, the ranking competition will continue tomorrow." Fu Yan put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said slowly.

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