I Am a Magic Sword

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Jin Yun is also from a family background. This time, the South Territories is a good opportunity to experience, and he also has excellent younger generations to participate.

Jin Yan will not meet them, Jin Yun does not know, but does not prevent him from buying an insurance.

What if it happens?

Although his juniors are considered excellent among Tianchengguo's peers, if they stand on the ring with "Chen Ruoyan", it is absolutely dead!

"If it happens, I will never die!"

Qing Yan can give him a face, he is more useful, after all, even if Yan Yan does not agree, he can not speak.

This match in the South Region is not as simple as it seems on the surface. As a referee, he is even more unlikely to shoot against the disciples of the blood evil: "You go! It is too late, be careful the game is over, I think, for this competition , You should still pay more attention to it."

"Ok!"

Qing Yan leapt forward, feeling that the cultivation base was improved from the late stage to the middle stage, and the speed was three layers faster!

Her strength has reached the peak of breaking through the heavens, and she has added a lot of confidence to this southern region.

For this big contest in the Southern Region, the light-hearted grasp is not great.

She wouldn't think that, because of the quick meaning of her small formation, she would be able to conquer her peers in the South.

But even if the speed of light face has been greatly improved, but because she was too long in the middle of the flight, she flew for more than one hour, and she still failed to dare to join the big army.

Encountered some scattered warriors along the way, she did not choose to shoot.

She feels that the top priority is not to strengthen the strength, but to find a token.

She never thought of being eliminated in the qualifiers.

But to her embarrassment, she couldn't find any of her tokens along the way, presumably because most of the previous searches were carried away.

"Master Jianling, help me find it and see if there are any missing tokens nearby!"

More than 70 symbols, even if they are conspicuous and placed in the entire Tiancheng Mountains, will they inevitably be missed?

"Yes!" Chen Hao could not refuse the request to be light.

Once the token is found, the light will become the target.

After another hour, Chen Hao finally found out: "There is one on the mountainside at 2,900 meters on your left!"

"it is good!"

Qing Yan arrived at the place directed by Chen Hao and found the half-height red cylindrical token.

"The person who made the token is not a thing!" Qing Yan raised the token half-height, and the token was a little shorter than her. There were three of her thick, which looked very funny. !"

Fortunately, Qing Yan is a warrior who breaks the sky. Although he has not practiced forging body exercises and his strength is weak among warriors of the same level, it is not a big problem to lift a large rock.

Qing Yan flew to the air with a "letter", and her speed dropped significantly.

"Is it heavy?"

"It's very heavy. The Baijiao Rock is the kind of rock that competes in the Wulai platform. It is estimated that when we are snatching, we will break the token!"

Sure enough, as Chen Hao expected, Qingyan hadn't rushed two miles away, and there were two warriors who broke into the sky to shoot her directly.

Qing Yan directly dropped the token in her hand, and at the same time engaged in combat with the two.

In the early morning of the second day of the preliminaries in the Tiancheng Mountains, Qingyan successively beheaded nearly 30 warriors who were breaking the heavens and felt a little tired.

Not from physical fatigue, but from mental fatigue.

Her body was almost soaked, covered with blood, and her hair stuck together because of sweat and blood.

"Master Sword Spirit, killing feedback is temporarily there with you... I will absorb it again, and I will directly break through to the magical realm!"

"Last time I taught you so many Xuan-level exercises, I haven't deducted the reward!"

"Then deduct it! But don't let me break through for the time being, I don't want to break through so quickly, I still want to participate in the competition!"

Chen Hao replied: "Yes, it should be mine, it is mine, not mine, I will not take advantage of you!"

At noon, Qing Yan finally rushed out of the blockade line of the participating martial arts by speed, and placed the token on the designated ring.

This means that Qing Yan finally got the qualification for the next round.

"Congratulations, Chen Ruoyan, got the 65th promotion qualification!"

Qing Yan saw the referee again.

"Ok!"

"This is your promotion certificate, go back and rest!"

After Qing Yan left, several supernatural warriors of Tiancheng Kingdom chatted.

"This ruthless Chen Ruoyan should be the strongest among the martial artists this time, right?"

Jin Yun agreed: "It should be, she is very strong, and should be able to match the seed players of other major forces."

"But she doesn't seem to have any reputation? Bloody door, I've heard about Qian Yunxue!"

"Maybe you are ignorant!" Jin Yun smiled. "The blood demon nickname, in the southern part of the southern region, is very famous there."

"Really?"

"of course it's true!"

In fact, Jin Yun also sent some people to inquire about the information of "Chen Ruoyan" only after the collective riots of the martial arts fighters.

Unexpectedly, it was easy to find out.

Going back to the camp of Xueshamen, Qingyan directly entered the tent and covered the tent door.

She took out a large bath bucket filled with water from the space ring, and then directly stripped off her wet clothes.

There is a red apron on the upper body and white trousers on the lower body.

Chen Hao looked at Qing Yan's small arms and shoulders and made a silent judgment with artistic aesthetic eyes.

Her collarbone is delicate and beautiful, and the curve of her shoulder gives him a very smooth feeling.

Her lower body was white blazed pants, stained with a lot of blood, the blood spread, like blossoming red flowers.

Qingyan developed the belt, shook her head, and her long hair spread out, covering her two shoulder blades behind her.

She put her hands on her belt and was about to take off her pants, but stopped suddenly.

Qing Yan glanced at the red blood sword beside him, and covered the coat directly on the sword...

"What do you mean? Do you think... this sword spirit will peep at you?"

"I just don't feel well..." said lightly and weakly.

When she speaks, Chen Hao can still hear the rustling voice.

"Oh!" Chen Hao sneered, "Isn't it just a lump of meat, a hundred years later, it will always turn into dead bones!"

Qing Yan did not answer, and then Chen Hao heard the sound of entering the water.

After a quarter of an hour, Qing Yan took away the clothes covered in the red blood sword sword, and she changed to another pajamas, her hair wet and not dry.

Packing the bath tub and dirty clothes, steaming her hair, she retracted into the bed.

Perhaps she felt uncomfortable lying down. She turned over and collected her long hair before pulling up the quilt and directly covering her chin.

"Just fell asleep?"

"Take a break, I'm really tired!"

"Then rest!"

In the second qualifier, Qing Yan was almost killed from the Tiancheng Mountains, and the opponents were almost all masters!

It feels thunderous and normal.

After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the top of the tent.

Chen Hao wondered: "Why don't you sleep?"

"I can not sleep!"