Help! Whose junior sister is a physical cultivator?

Looking at the high-spirited girl on the stage, Bai Zhuo regretted for the first time.

Why did he miss such a good seedling for Fu Rou?

He looked at An Xi below with reluctance in his heart.

The kendo competition started soon. This time, An Xi did not stand on the stage. She came down from the stage and started walking around.

It was not until Fu Rou came onto the stage that An Xi went straight to challenge her.

Fu Rou's face looked grim, but when she thought about the fact that this was a kendo competition, An Xi was very good at physical cultivation, but not necessarily at sword cultivation.

The look in her eyes when she looked at An Xi was full of determination. This time, she was going to trample An Xi under her feet.

After coming on stage, An Xi directly pulled out the fire stick from his waist, and it instantly turned into a wooden sword.

An Xi smiled with satisfaction, but in Fu Rou's eyes it was full of provocation.

Fu Rou sneered.

"An Xi, I didn't expect you to dare to challenge me."

She spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

An Xi smiled.

"Why don't I dare to challenge you? Is it because you are ugly?"

When Fu Rou heard An Xi's words, her face instantly darkened and she sneered in her heart.

An Xi is so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, so don't blame her for being ruthless!

She asked her senior in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"I want to kill An Xi, I hope you can help me."

"Just don't forget what you promised me."

"Don't worry, I will definitely do it for you."

After saying that, she drew out the Water Control Sword and attacked An Xi with its sharp tip.

An Xi calmly picked up the fire poker to defend herself.

The monks in the audience stands felt very strange when they saw the wooden sword in An Xi's hand.

Why did she bring a wooden sword to the kendo competition?

The wooden sword changed its shape very quickly, so no one saw that it was originally a wooden stick.

A monk shook his head.

"If An Xi takes a wooden sword, won't she lose? Fu Rou of Tianqing Sect has a top-grade water-controlling sword in her hand.

I didn't even have to use any strength, I could easily chop her wooden sword."

Some monks began to lose hope in An Xi.

It turns out that one cannot take care of all three cultivations. She may be gifted in formation and physical cultivation, but she should not be as good as Fu Rou in swordsmanship.

Even the sect leaders on the cloud platform thought that An Xi was joking and just went up with a wooden sword.

But they didn't expect that An Xi would actually start defending directly with the wooden sword, and the Water Control Sword failed to split the wooden sword.

It surprised everyone.

"What on earth is this wooden sword of hers?! Even a top-grade spiritual sword can't cut it?"

Fu Rou frowned slightly, thinking of the wooden stick that the shopkeeper gave her when An Xi bought the jade talisman.

She observed it and it seemed like there was nothing special about it. There wasn't even any fluctuation of spiritual energy. How could it be so hard?

She didn't believe it and just swung her sword twice, but the wooden sword in An Xi's hand didn't even get a scratch on it.

Chu Mu on the platform stood up directly.

He opened his eyes wide and muttered.

"This can't be..."

Zheng Changkong asked curiously.

"What is it? Sect Master Chu, do you know what the wooden sword in An Xi's hand is?"

Chu Mu shook his head.

"I'm not sure either. I'll find out after we finish asking her."

In fact, he probably already knew what it was, but when he thought about An Xi holding a divine weapon at such a young age.

If he said it out loud and someone with ulterior motives heard it, and someone killed someone to steal the treasure, wouldn't the world of immortal cultivation lose a highly talented disciple?

For the sake of her connection with him, I'll help her keep it secret this time.

An Xi and Fu Rou on the ring were competing equally.

An Xi observed the pattern of Fu Rou's sword movements.

Because she found that Fu Rou seemed to know what she would do next and was stopped every time.

She had long guessed that Fu Rou must have encountered some opportunity and had become something like a portable grandfather.

Most of the time the male and female protagonists have an old grandfather with them, and she always guesses correctly.

Thanks to the guidance of her seniors, An Xi was able to fight with the other two to the limit, but was unable to gain any advantage over the other party.

An Xi thought that the older the better, the wiser she was, but she was not easy to deal with either.

She brandished the wooden sword and began to attack using the Xianyun Sect's inherited sword technique.

His movements were so fast that everyone could only see An Xi's shadow on the stage.

Her sword skills were completely unclear. The sword in her hand seemed to have thoughts of its own, changing unpredictably and making it hard to figure out.

Fu Rou couldn't see An Xi's moves clearly and began to get anxious.

"Senior, what should I do? An Xi's moves are weird, I can't see them clearly."

The senior in Fu Rou's sea of ​​consciousness looked at the sword technique which seemed somewhat familiar and had some vague guesses.

"This looks like the sword technique of the Xianyun Sect. Don't try to force it. This sword technique is very unpredictable. You must be careful."

After saying that, he began to direct Fu Rou's sword moves.

An Xi looked at Fu Rou, who was a little at a loss, and smiled slightly.

The sword skills in his hand are faster, more accurate and more ruthless.

In just a few breaths, Fu Rou already had many wounds of varying sizes on her body.

Bai Zhuo's face turned black. The day before yesterday, Fu Rou had vowed that she would bring honor to the sect today, but now she was being beaten.

Nothing she said was true.

He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in her. Ever since Fu Rou came to the sect, he had been allocating the sect's resources towards Fu Rou.

I have been doing my best to train her and give her whatever she wants, but now she is not even as good as An Xi.

Bai Zhuo's eyes were full of disappointment.

In the audience stands, the cultivator who had previously said that An Xi could not beat Fu Rou was slapped in the face.

"No way, what kind of wooden sword is that? It's so powerful."

A monk said with disdain.

"Do you think I'm a fool? Do you think I'm going to get beaten with an ordinary wooden sword in this competition?

It is definitely not an ordinary item, it might be a rare treasure!"

"Not only is her wooden sword a good thing, her swordsmanship is also extraordinary. Look at how Fu Rou is completely defenseless under her hands.

Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like Fu Rou is going to lose miserably."

Everyone was talking about it, and Fu Rou on the ring was sweating profusely.

She struggled to resist An Xi's sword energy coming from all directions.

Who would have thought that a wooden sword could be so damaging? The wounds on her body have been aching ever since.

An Xi looked at the flaw revealed by Fu Rou and knocked her down with a sword.

Fu Rou was shocked. She immediately got up and calmed herself down.

His eyes were full of murderous intent.

The senior also had no way to crack the Xianyun Sect’s swordsmanship, he was not omnipotent.

An Xi narrowed her eyes and looked at Fu Rou, who had a fierce look in her eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that? If you can't kill me with your sword, are you trying to kill me with your eyes?"

Fu Rou's face looked grim, but An Xi didn't give her any chance to breathe and directly used the Xianyun Sect's swordsmanship to the extreme.

He knocked her off the ring without mercy.

An Xi stood on a high place and looked at the embarrassed Fu Rou.

"you lose."

Fu Rou looked at An Xi with bloodshot eyes, full of unwillingness.

Why is she better than me? Why is she the center of attention?

What's wrong with me? I'm not as good as this bitch!

Out of jealousy, she secretly took out the ancient spiritual weapon and pointed it at the complacent An Xi.