There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

Come, I'm afraid you won't make it!

Gu Lanyi gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

With his senior brother by his side, Ye Sui'an shouted with his hands like trumpets: "Stop pretending, do you know you are occupying someone else's place?"

"..."

This voice was so sudden that everyone around him looked over in shock.

Someone actually slapped the Qingyun Sect in the face in public?

Does he have any hesitation? !

After seeing Ye Sui'an's arrogant five-man group, everyone turned around with expressions of "Sure enough," and calmed down.

Ah, the rumors really don’t deceive me!

The relationship between these direct descendants is indeed not good, I am used to it.

"Eh? Do you think it will be exciting if these two sects face off?"

It’s a lineup of three sword cultivators plus alchemy cultivators and talisman cultivators. It’s not certain who will win and who will lose.

Some people were instantly dissatisfied: "You can't say that. Although Bai Song and Cheng Jing may not be able to defeat Xu Xingmu if they fight alone, there is still a foundation among the three sword cultivators of Taiyi Sect."

"They can't even defeat a foundation building, right?"

Then don't call it a personal transfer at all. They think they can do it.

It's not impossible for them to sit down for this direct inheritance.

"The direct descendant named Gu Xia has re-trained his cultivation, right? He just suffered a loss in time."

"That's it, if nothing else, just target her two mutant attribute spiritual roots. I'll ask who else has this talent! Who else!!"

"Yes, yes, if the cultivation levels are equal, it's not necessarily who will be pushed to the ground and rubbed? I would say that none of you here can beat him!"

There was a lot of noise and undercurrents among the direct disciples.

However, the person at the center of the topic, Gu Xia, had no expression on his face.

She stretched herself and walked back slowly, her head lowered and showing no emotion.

so tired.

Sure enough, she still prefers to be a melon-eater.

Jiang Chaoxu rubbed her head and followed slowly: "Let's go, junior sister, it's our turn."

This kind of team competition tests the tacit understanding between the same sects. After all games are over, the top two hundred sects with the highest winning points can qualify for the second game.

As for the other small sects who came to show off, they had no choice but to go to the audience and cheer.

Gu Xia and the others returned to their respective competition stages, raised their heads and prepared to greet their opponents politely.

But he didn't expect to see an acquaintance.

She beamed instantly and waved to the other side: "Huh? What a coincidence, it's you?"

Opposite was the young man who prayed for the blessing of the Patriarch during the drawing of lots.

Why bother with a grimace? His eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle into a ball. He complained feebly: "I don't want such a coincidence at all." This damn fate!

It made him unable to hide even if he wanted to.

What's wrong with him? He just wants to lead his fellow disciples to get along.

Well now, my wish has been dashed.

The young man gritted his teeth. Anyone who wanted to say that the Patriarch blessed him in front of him would be in a hurry!

Xu Xingmu came up and patted him on the shoulder with a bright smile: "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Young man: "..." What the hell are you talking about? !

The eyes of the people around him lit up.

Is this something they can listen to without paying?

Seeing that they were chatting like this, Gu Lanyi, who had just returned to his seat, sneered: "These guys are really boring."

During the competition, everyone should be opponents except those from your own sect.

These guys actually had time to chat.

I really don’t know whether I should say they are big-hearted or confident.

Of course, Gu Lanyi didn't think the other party was qualified to be their opponent.

He just looks down on everyone equally.

Gu Xia didn't think they were being complained about by Gu Lanyi, but she wouldn't mind even if she knew.

What's the point of fighting? Why don't we all come and chat together.

She reached out her hand eagerly: "Friend, can we chat for a while?"

He Bi on the opposite side twitched his lips: "...Is this some new way of insulting people?"

He said no.

Gu Xia was shocked: "How could it be?"

"You actually miss us so much! We are all kind and innocent good relatives!!"

Why Bi: "Oh."

Haha, it would be a ghost if he believed it.

He sighed: "Let's discuss this, everyone, and be gentle."

Ye Sui'an lit a magic talisman on his fingertips and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, our Taiyizong always convinces people with virtue."

Fang Jinxing, who was on the high platform, twitched his lips.

No, how come all of his disciples have become talkative?

Can't you just learn from the sect next door's quick-fire solution?

He Bi and his team on the opposite side are also a group of sword cultivators, but their strength has only just reached the early stage of the Golden Core. They are the most inconspicuous existence in this game.

If it weren't for Gu Xia and the others who had been chattering for so long, the other direct disciples wouldn't have paid attention to these people from the small sect at all.

When the two waves of people finally got to the point, the people in the audience felt as if a century had passed.

Gu Xia once again drew out her iron sword neatly. Her posture was very handsome, but the long sword in her hand looked very weak.

He Bi, who originally drew his sword and was alert, blinked blankly: "Eh? Is your spiritual sword so broken?"

"Ah." Gu Xia casually put her arms around her arms and said seriously: "You don't understand."

"You don't know anything about swords."

Why bother: "..."

It doesn't matter whether you have a sword or not. You have to sell this sword, right?

Grab the asparagus!

Telling a swordsman that he doesn't understand swords is a naked insult.

Why bother exhaling a breath: "Let's agree first, we won't pay compensation if the sword is broken."

He could only express hypocritical sympathy for the equipment passed down from Taiyi Sect, but there was no way he could touch him!

Because he is just a poor sword cultivator!

The Sword of Chaos in Gu Xia's hand felt that it was being looked down upon. It immediately swung its tail like a divine dragon and wanted to fly up to show the boy on the opposite side how powerful it was.

One jump... didn't jump up.

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