There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

"Everyone, don't be nervous. The players are fighting in a special space. There will be images presented by the formations for everyone to watch. You only need to input real energy into the formation at hand, think about the players you want to watch, and then you can watch to the picture you want to see."

The audience quickly put their hands on the small formation on the side.

Even Zhang Jianlai, who was sitting next to Ye Moxibustion, was the same, he chose Ruan Jianxin's contest.

Ye Moxie also chose a match, but it was not his daughter Ye Li, but Mo Mingxin's.

PS. It's over, it's over, time seems to be running out, there are three more chapters! ! ! _(:з)∠)_(I’m going to use the evil method to continue my life...)

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She was dressed in a white dress without any wind, with a tall and straight figure, standing slightly sideways, with a T-shaped foot, cold eyes, and a beautiful face, even if she was just standing, she was so pleasing to the eye.

The cloak is wrapped around the arms, the end hangs down naturally, and the bell at the end rings softly, becoming the only sound in this space.

"A disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Xiao Longnu, please give me your advice."

Accompanied by the bell, a clear voice like a yellow warbler sounded.

And not far away, her opponent wasn't even ready, just watching her obsessively.

Mo Mingxin was a little helpless, she really didn't do anything, she originally wanted to win with her own strength, but in the end it turned out to be relying on her face...

She had waited patiently for a long time, and even spoke out to remind the other party, but the disciple who didn't know what sect or sect was really not of high quality, didn't respond at all.

In desperation, Mo Mingxin shook the cloak lightly, and the crisp bell sounded like ripples that spread rapidly, and the person opposite was shocked, and the obsession in his eyes finally subsided by half.

Mo Mingxin's voice became colder: "Fellow Taoist, please advise."

"Please...please advise."

After the man woke up, he seemed very nervous. After saluting with Mo Mingxin, he picked up the sword formula and shot several sword lights towards Mo Mingxin.

However......

Condensed but not real, the sword is weak and full of flaws, is this the power of a righteous disciple?Everyone in Huanxizong is better than him!

Mo Mingxin sighed, flung out the cloak, and the bell acted like a psychic. It was extremely agile, sometimes as light as a butterfly, and sometimes as swift as a snake.

The man saw that the sword light condensed by his sword art was shattered in an instant and turned into sporadic aura. It poured into the body and directly sealed his Nascent Soul.

The opponent fell powerlessly and lost consciousness, and Mo Mingxin won.

......

The sword light dissipated, but the remaining sharpness lingered, and the woman standing in it was expressionless and indifferent, without the slightest joy of winning, bowed slightly to the opponent who was already scarred, and said: " Accepted."

Qinglian Sword School, Ruan Jianxin won.

......

The bone-piercing cold air filled the air, and the entire space was rendered in icy blue. In the cold air, the mixed ice chips were like deadly knives, playing with the enemy in the palm of your hand.

Affected by the cold air, the people inside couldn't show their full strength at all, and the beautiful figure hidden in the hoarfrost never appeared in front of his eyes from the beginning to the end, so he could only admit defeat with hatred.

Mingyue Palace, Yin Shiming wins.

......

"I admit defeat, admit defeat, please let me go, don't torture me anymore!"

A man covered in scratches knelt on the ground, begging for mercy in the most miserable and humble gesture, his hands still scratching his body.

In front of him, the woman in a green dress had a smile on her face, but her eyes were somewhat disappointed: "Really, I haven't had enough fun..."

With a wave of the woman's plain hand, a wisp of powder enveloped the man's body, relieving his pain.

Dao League, Ye Lisheng.

......

As time goes by, the competitions end one after another. There is a huge light curtain in the venue, and the completed competitions will be displayed on it in order, and the winning players will return to the venue.

This is done to let the audience know who these players are.

After all, there are too many people, and no one can complete the faces and names of thousands of people.

And what hangs high on the top of the light curtain is a name that everyone is familiar with, and a name that is very strange.

——Qinglian Sword School, Ruan Jianxin.

As the first person to end the competition, his strength is beyond doubt, but what the audience wondered was... who is Ruan Jianxin?

As we all know, the most outstanding young generation of Qinglian Sword Sect is not the eldest disciple Lu Jianxing?

No one knew Ruan Jianxin, she kept a low profile like a mysterious strong man who suddenly appeared, but what she used was clearly the skills and moves of the Qinglian Sword School.

Until Ruan Jianxin came out, few people in the audience knew her.

But since he was a member of the Qinglian Sword Sect, it didn't seem surprising that he won so quickly.

If Ruan Jianxin was so fast, it was still reasonable, then the second person who finished the game was completely puzzling.

——Ancient Tomb Sect, Little Dragon Girl.

What the hell is the Tomb Sect?Is there such a sect?

Who is the little dragon girl?I have never heard of it.