Rebirth of the soul rekindles the dream of the beauty of the country

Murong Xue was already among them. After all, this fight was related to her, and it was at Danfeng, and many elders from the outer sect were coming. It would be inappropriate for her not to show up.

Because Jian Wuji and Dao Buhui were also involved, the masters of Jianfeng and Daofeng naturally came to support their disciples, while the masters of other peaks were not interested in the antics of these young generations.

In Qingshan Sect, Lie Rulong saw several familiar faces, Shui Wuhen from Daofeng and Chen Qiaoer from Zhenfeng.

Shui Wuhen became the direct disciple of Daofeng Peak's master, so his status was extraordinary.

Chen Qiaoer is no ordinary person to be able to become the Saint of a third-level formation sect. She should be doing well in the formation peak.

Qin Zheng asked Murong Xue: "Master, I heard someone challenged me. I saw such a big scene. What's going on?"

Murong Xue said coldly: "It's all your fault. You will know the answer later."

When the Holy Son of Baiyun saw Qin Zheng and the others arrive, he jumped onto the stage and said loudly, "Dear seniors and heroes, please bear witness for us today. I, the Holy Son of Baiyun Sect, the Holy Son of Baiyun, the Holy Son of Lantian, and the Holy Son of Lushui, challenge Qin Zheng of Danfeng of Qingshan Sect, Dao Buhui of Daofeng, and Jian Wuji of Jianfeng. I want everyone to know, are they stronger, or are we stronger? Are they qualified to pursue Peak Master Mu, or are we qualified?"

Qin Zheng blushed when he heard this. It was not only embarrassing to be mentioned in front of Murong Xue that he was pursuing Murong Xue, but also embarrassing! Unknowingly, everyone knew that he liked the peak master. Why should he be shy? Thinking of this, Qin Zheng suddenly felt a sense of heroism. Let's compete. Who is afraid of who?

Is it a rage for beauty, or is it just a man's passion?

Qin Zheng also jumped onto the stage, Jian Wuji and Dao Buhui also jumped onto the stage angrily. They wanted to teach the other party a lesson for daring to come and fight them and be so arrogant.

How can a man tolerate someone snatching a woman from me? He doesn't take me seriously at all.

The Holy Son of Blue Sky and the Holy Son of Green Water saw the three people from Qingshan Sect go up to the stage, and they also jumped up to the stage.

Seeing the three people from Qingshan Sect were so aggressive, Saint Baiyun snorted and said, "Don't be so fierce. We are not going to fight with weapons today. Fighting with weapons is disrespectful. Let's fight with words.

Qin Zheng said: "However you want to compete, I will accompany you."

Saint Baiyun said again: "I will play chess with you."

The Saint of the Blue Sky replied, "I want to compete with you in calligraphy."

The Green Water Saint also said: "I compare myself to you in painting."

Saint Baiyun said again: "If you lose, don't bother Master Mu Feng."

Dao Buhui said disdainfully: "If you lose, don't always think about our sect's Master Mu Feng."

Jian Wuji also added: "Yes, Master Mu Feng is not someone you can reach."

Qin Zhengcai didn't want to make a bet on pursuing Murong Xue, so he said, "Stop talking nonsense, and we'll talk after you win.

It’s too early to brag, don’t let yourself be embarrassed later.”

The Holy Son of Baiyun stopped talking nonsense and took out a white jade chessboard. This chessboard was a good magic weapon. It slowly spread out in the air. The grids on it were crisscrossed like roads and meridians of heaven and earth, encompassing everything in the world.

Dao Buhui was the first to float up, standing on one side of the chessboard in the air and said to Qin Zheng and Jian Wuji: "I will meet the Holy Son Baiyun first."

Generally speaking, taking the lead will result in some disadvantages, but Jian Wuji's chess skills have improved recently, so he is quite confident.

Qin Zheng and Dao Buhui retreated back to the Qingshan Sect's ranks, and the Saint Son of Blue Sky and the Saint Son of Green Water naturally retreated first as well.

Jian Wuji, holding the white chess piece, made the first move. Saint Baiyun looked relaxed and did not take Jian Wuji seriously at all.

Jian Wuji made his moves very quickly, and the Holy Son Baiyun was not inferior at all. There were bursts of fighting sounds on the chessboard, and white and black air were swirling in the sky. It was true that the brave one wins when two meet in a narrow road.

The white and black air in the sky are the condensation of murderous aura. Because the chessboard is a magic weapon, such a clear scene can be seen.

Generally speaking, even for monks, murderous aura can be felt but difficult to see.

After many rounds, Jian Wuji's white energy was swallowed up and torn apart by the black energy. This was a complete crushing of strength. The two people were not in the same league.

Jian Wuji was defeated, his mind was damaged, and a trace of blood even flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Dao Buhui jumped up and fought with Baiyun Saint Son, but Baiyun Saint Son still looked down on him.