When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Yun Qingyue remembered Xiao Baihu's words in her heart, and she who had nothing to do with Chu Yang before, kept her distance from him more and more in the next few days. However, the discussion on martial arts is not over yet, and the next thing she needs to face are all powerful enemies, and she didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to him.

Another day, the eight-to-four competition began.

Yun Qingyue's luck in the lottery draw this time was not very good, and he actually got the same door, but fortunately, it was not Su Hao, but Bei Luo from Luoxing Peak. Although the latter's force is strong, but compared to Su Hao's cultivation level, it is shallower. Although Yun Qingyue's current cultivation base is against him, although the chance of winning is not high, at least he still has the power to fight.

But this is just her own feeling, others don't think so. After Zhongheng saw the lottery result, he had a sad look on his face: "It's bad, it's bad, why are you so unlucky, Senior Sister, that you got Brother Beiluo?!"

It took a long time for others to destroy their prestige, Yun Qingyue didn't feel much after hearing it, and the little white tiger being hugged by her was not happy. The tiger's tail flicked on the back of Zhongheng's hand and twitched firmly, and he gritted his teeth at him: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's not good, senior sister is so good, even if the opponent is Beiluo, she can't beat you. Do you think Senior Sister will lose?!"

The little white tiger's tail flick was full of strength, but Zhongheng had a thick skin, and in the end it just left a red mark on his hand. But looking at the dissatisfied appearance of the little white tiger baring its teeth, it is really fierce.

When Yun Qingyue saw this, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes, and he seemed to be comforting the little white tiger, then raised his head and asked Zhongheng: "The ones who are still in the ring today are not mediocre, and it is the senior brother Beiluo who is drawn." Unlucky, who does the younger brother think is lucky if he gets drawn?"

This is true, but Zhong Heng replied without thinking about it when he heard the words: "Of course it is Chu Yang."

In the martial arts competition up to now, seven of the eight people who are still in the ring are Nascent Souls, and only Chu Yang is still in the Jindan stage. Even if his cultivation has improved after the competition, so what if he reaches the peak of Jindan? The gap in the big realm is not easily surpassed. It is absolutely easy for a Nascent Soul to fight three peak Jindan in the early stage.

Zhong Heng made such a judgment based on the common sense of the cultivation world, and there was nothing wrong in the first place. But he forgot that when competing for the eighth place, there was a Yuanying Zhenjun who was eliminated from Tiandaozong. Although Chu Yang had never faced that person head-on, it was not luck that he won the first place in the end. In other words, it could be said that Nascent Soul True Monarch was not as good as him.

Yun Qingyue was very sober, and to Zhong Heng's natural answer, he only spit out two words: "Not necessarily."

Zhong Heng frowned, not very convinced, but there is no need to argue too much about this matter, just look at Chu Yang's next arena. He subconsciously looked at the ring arrangement, but found that the name opposite Chu Yang was You Yi.

Isn't this a coincidence? You Yi is also lucky, it seems that he is indispensable for the semi-finals.

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As soon as the lottery results came out, there were a lot of calculations. It is unknown what the few people who participated in the martial arts debate would do in their minds, but many disciples who watched the battle were excited, and countless people participated in the private guessing game.

It was Zhong Heng, who had previously said that it was bad luck for her senior sister to meet Bei Luo, and secretly bet a fortune on her victory.

Unfortunately, the first match between eight and four was the duel between Yun Qingyue and Bei Luo. After entrusting the little white tiger to Zhong Heng, the senior sister stepped onto the ring with one step, her whole body was cold and sharp, like a sharp sword coming out of her body.

Bei Luo's movements were equally neat, and even before others saw his movements clearly, he had already appeared on the ring. Competing in the same sect did not smell like gunpowder. Bei Luo clasped his fists at Yun Qingyue and smiled: "It's been a long time since I have competed with my junior sister. It just so happens that my junior sister advanced to the Nascent Soul level a few days ago. How about you and I being better than the last one?" "

Yun Qingyue bowed back, and with a twist of his wrist, he drew his sword out of its sheath: "Please give me your advice, brother."

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, she took the lead in making a move, and she made a move without reservation. The condensed sword intent was engulfed in the wind and snow, and with an indomitable momentum, he was thinking of chopping Beiluo.

Bei Luo looked solemn, but he never panicked. As soon as he clenched his fists, a golden light enveloped his fists, and immediately a pair of hideous gloves covered his hands. Then he didn't dodge or dodge, and directly raised his hand to catch Yun Qingyue's sword—there was a loud "bang", like the sound of metal and iron intersecting, everyone in the audience took a closer look, Bei Luo was really Received this sword.

All of a sudden, applause from the arena continued, especially the disciples of Luoxingfeng even more cheered.

However, only Bei Luo on the ring knew that it was not easy for him to catch this move. Not only did Yun Qingyue's sword intent even invade his meridians, even though the impact was not great, it still pierced his meridians slightly cold.

His junior sister doesn't look like someone who just advanced to Nascent Soul, so it's no wonder that You Yi was defeated by her back then.

Bei Luo silently evaluated Yun Qingyue's combat strength in his heart, but his moves were not slow. With a swipe of his palm, a golden light condensed into a Tai Chi-shaped disc in midair. Then he pushed his hand, and the Tai Chi disc flew towards Yun Qingyue's direction, just in time to catch her next sword, and deflected the sword energy, and then counterattacked back.

Facing her own sword intent, Yun Qingyue naturally easily resolved it, but what she didn't expect was that Bei Luo, who had always been fierce in moves, actually used Tai Chi this time. So she turned her sword and used Mian Jin to push the Tai Chi disk away with a wave of the long sword.

The two people in the arena were coming and going, and their moves were constantly changing, which really fascinated everyone watching the battle below.

Unknowingly, the applause gradually faded away, and more people began to immerse themselves in the moves and artistic conception performed by the two. Even the little white tiger didn't hold back, squatted on Zhongheng's shoulder and waved his paws several times, but accidentally hit Zhongheng on the head, and then retracted his movements angrily. However, a pair of tiger eyes still did not blink, staring at the progress on the ring.

The cultivation bases of Bei Luo and You Yi are about the same. His time to advance to Nascent Soul is shorter than You Yi's, but his talent is superior, and his understanding of the artistic conception of martial arts is also stronger than You Yi's. But unlike You Yi's fight against Yun Qingyue back then, his fights were just like him, he was never procrastinating, and he was thunderous when he made a move, and he had no intention of delaying time to fight for spiritual power.

It just so happened that Yun Qingyue was the best at adapting to changing circumstances, so he naturally played in the same way when he saw the situation. In just a moment, she swung seven or eighty swords, the movements were so fast that it was almost invisible, and these seventy or eighty swords just caught the seventy or eighty punches that Bei Luo swung.

From time to time there was the sound of clashes in the arena, and the competition between the two became faster and faster after Taiji Yuanpan, and when it reached a certain level, it suddenly slowed down. During the period, the spirit power was slow and unpredictable, and the moves were unpredictable, which made the spectators watch the battle heartily.

But the competition is a competition after all, it is impossible to be unscathed, the two of them were injured when they hit each other.

When the first streak of blood appeared on Yun Qingyue's body, the little white tiger clenched its paws nervously, and the defenseless Zhong Heng immediately hissed softly. But Bi Douzheng was more exciting in the ring, and he didn't have so much time to manage, so he never looked back. In the end, he didn't say a word. As the competition between the two in the ring became more intense, the scars on the senior sister's body became more and more, and the little white tiger's claws became tighter and tighter.

Finally, the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Zhongheng broke his defense. The little white tiger dug into the meat with its sharp claws, which seemed to be raw and tender, and blood soaked through the white clothes and onto Zhong Heng's shoulder.

Finally, he could no longer be indifferent, and turned his head with a bitter face: "Supervisor, claw..."

The little white tiger was watching nervously, and didn't hear it at all. It wasn't until Zhong Heng grabbed her paw that she slapped it subconsciously, and finally withdrew her gaze and gave him a dissatisfied look: "Don't touch my paw!"

Zhong Heng was speechless, pointing to his shoulder: "I see blood."

When the little white tiger heard the words, he looked down, only to realize that his nails had dug into Zhongheng's shoulder at some point. Subconsciously, she retracted her claws quickly, her aggressive attitude changed, and the tiger showed a bit of guilt: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Zhongheng didn't take this little injury to heart, he just thought it was a cat's claw, and after a reminder, he looked at the ring again. However, it was the delay of turning his head and two sentences, and the situation on the ring changed again—the two people on the stage drew closer at some point. When Zhong Heng looked up, he saw Bei Luo's punch hit right on the ground. On Yun Qingyue's shoulder, the sound of bone cracking could be clearly heard across the ring.

He suddenly took a breath, thinking that the defeat was settled, but he didn't think that Yun Qingyue couldn't avoid it. When she chose to take this move, she also exchanged injuries for injuries, and cut through Beiluo with a sword containing sword intent. chest.

The sword intent containing frost crazily invaded the meridians, even though Bei Luo's cultivation was advanced, his movements couldn't help but stagnate for a moment.

On the other side, although Yun Qingyue's shoulder was smashed, his movements were not slow at all. The hand holding the sword changed from left to right, without affecting her movement and speed at all, and once again attacked Beiluo with a sword.

Bei Luo frowned, raised his fist to block, and caught the move, but in this way, the blockade of the chest meridian was relaxed. After a few moves, he felt that his inner organs were going to be frozen, and the next moves would inevitably be affected. On the other hand, Yun Qingyue, who was opposite, was also seriously injured, but her expression was as calm as ever, as if she was not the one who was injured at all.

The strength of this junior sister was beyond Bei Luo's imagination. His fighting spirit was aroused, his eyes became brighter, and his moves became more fierce. Just like Yun Qingyue's previous choice, he also started to use the injury-for-injury style of play, and when he came back to his senses, both of them were already scarred.

There was no applause in the arena, and the silence was a little scary.

Bei Luo looked at the blood-soaked junior sister opposite, and suddenly realized that this was martial arts, and the opposite was his fellow junior sister, and the combat power of the two was originally evenly matched, and if the fight continued like this, it would only result in the loss of both sides. Although he didn't think he would lose, but with his current injuries, he might not be able to fight another round.

So what about Junior Sister Yun?

Bei Luo thought to himself, the movement of the move was almost imperceptibly slow, so he failed to catch Yun Qingyue's move. The sharp sword energy struck him, and he only had time to mobilize his spiritual power for a little protection, but his body was thrown out uncontrollably.