There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

"Zhang Zhenzhen, you are not an easy disciple." After watching the competition, Ye Moxie couldn't help sighing: "The way of the sword, no one in the younger generation can match it. Such ability at such a young age , It is worthy of the innate sword body."

"The ally is overrated."

Zhang Jianlai replied calmly, neither happy nor sad on his face, but his brows were deeply furrowed, leaving a few deep vertical marks on the center of his brows.

——That's not the way of the Qinglian Sword Sect. When did Jianxin learn this kind of sword?

As the No. 1 sword in the world, Zhang Jianlai could tell at a glance that Ruan Jianxin's moves in the competition were based on the way of driving the sword with emotion, which was completely different from the way of Qinglian Sword School's way of combining the sword with the body.

Although there is no difference between the two, the sword is driven by emotion, and the progress is very fast in the initial stage, but it is easy to "burn".The word "love" is as poisonous as honey. Even a saint would not dare to say that he can perfectly control himself in front of the word "love".

Although the path of the Qinglian Sword Sect pays attention to comprehension and takes a long time, the victory lies in its steady and solid foundation, and there will not be so many problems.

In the past, Ruan Jianxin had always followed the road of sword practice of the Qinglian Sword Sect, and her personality was indeed very suitable.Why did it suddenly go to the other extreme?

Zhang Jianlai frowned, wondering if something happened to this disciple?

It just so happened that Ruan Jianxin returned to the venue at this time, Zhang Jianlai felt for the first time with his absent-minded appearance that perhaps he should communicate more with this disciple.

However, now is not the time.

Because Ruan Jianxin comprehended the sword intent, she did not win quickly. When she came out, there were already many people outside.

Mo Mingxin and Yin Shiming were there, and others such as the disciples of the four major sects, a few disciples of famous loose cultivators, and some familiar people among the younger generation easily won.

Of course, except for Mo Mingxin and a few others, Ruan Jianxin didn't even recognize all the members of his sect, and he didn't find anyone to make friends with. He found a place to stand by himself, with his head half up, not knowing what he was looking at.

But she was calm and composed, but many people panicked.

The agreed favorite to win the championship!

Were all the brilliant performances before fake? !

Why did it take so long to come out!

Many people who are optimistic about Ruan Jianxin are not very satisfied with her performance in this round of competition.

They couldn't see the way to do it, they just felt that in Ruan Jianxin's competition, any two mortals who knew martial arts were better than her, and she could win simply because the opponent was more unsightly than her.

What is that non-technical straight stab?Why did the last punch stop?Could it be that in this kind of competition, the people of Zhenwumen still pay attention to pity and love?

This kind of competition is too bad, is this really a competition between Nascent Soul Stages?

However, some people are happy and some are sad.

Looking at the three words "Little Dragon Girl" on the top of the list, those who are optimistic about Mo Mingxin are extremely proud.

In the auditorium, it gradually became lively.

Taking advantage of the heat, Ye Moxibustion started the fourth round of competition.

The remaining more than 1000 people disappeared into the venue again.

When the scene in front of him became clear again, Mo Mingxin looked at the woman in front of him with a little surprise. She had long hair and shawls, and she was wearing a black dress. She looked heroic, but the charm between her brows made Mo Mingxin feel familiar.

——The same kind, is a bitch!

She narrowed her eyes slightly and flashed an evil smile.

The opponent smiled at Mo Mingxin seemingly friendly, but the jealousy in his eyes was as conspicuous as the sun at night.

"True Wumen, Lin Xi, please give me some advice from Miss Long."

——Yes, I will teach you a lot of things on how to be a good bitch.

Mo Ming smiled secretly in his heart, but on the surface he was as cold as ice, cherishing words like gold: "Ancient Tomb Sect, Xiao Longnu."

"I'm going to fuck, Miss Long."

Lin Xi said hello, and rushed forward to Mo Mingxin. In an instant, his fist had already hit Mo Mingxin's front.

——The speed is quite fast, can't you tell that he is still a guy pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Mo Mingxin was a little surprised, but not flustered. He raised his plain hand lightly, and was about to wave out the cloak.

The bell of "Ling Ling Ling" rang quickly, and the cloak was tensed instantly, and Mo Mingxin finally had a change of expression on his face.

Her expression turned cold, and her eyes swept across her arms.

Under the arms, the cloak was pulled very tightly, one end was wrapped around Mo Mingxin's hand, and the other end was trampled under Lin Xi's feet.

——This woman has two brushes.

Although she didn't try her best, she was able to hide it from her own eyes and let herself suffer a little bit. Her body skills are considered amazing.

Seeing it, that white and rosy pink fist was about to land on Mo Mingxin's pretty face.

Mo Mingxin decisively let go of the cloak, and leaned back.

At this moment, her heart suddenly jumped, and she quickly pinched the formula in her hand.At the same time, four cold rays of green light shot out from Lin Xi's fingers, aiming at Mo Mingxin's face.

PS. Xi Niang is here!Mrs. Xi Niang is very kind to me, this time she is willing to play three guest roles in my book.

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The black sword body is like a solid iron wall, blocking out all the assassinations carefully planned by Lin Xi.The silver needle fell weakly, and made a soft "ding ding ding" when it fell to the ground.

Immediately, black light flourished, and a sharp sword energy forced Lin Xi back a few steps.