Plane Adventure Diary

Today is an unprecedented grand occasion for Lingxu Sect, the ten major sects gather together to discuss and learn from each other.

The sound of the sword's cry faintly echoed in the air, causing the sky and the sea of ​​clouds to tremble together. Ling Yi couldn't help feeling a little moved by this level of swordsmanship.

I saw a girl in a light purple imperial uniform turning her slender hands slightly on the huge martial arts platform being pulled by the chains, pulling up a sword flower, and retracting the clamoring saber.

The audience was silent for a moment, until the purple-clothed girl jumped off the stone platform, bursts of applause broke out suddenly.

The purple-clothed girl walked slowly to the head of the Lingxu Sect amid a burst of admiring, envious, or other meaningful gazes, and stood upright facing all the gazes.

There were murmurs of discussion all around, but no one dared to question it.

The head of the Yuqing Sect stroked his white beard, his gaze was serious.The disciple in Tsing Yi standing on the right side of him stared at the girl's figure, his eyes were bright, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a eager smile.

The appearance of the little disciple made Sect Master Yuqing slightly raise his forehead, thinking of the son on the left, he frowned again.He whispered, "Zhaohua, what do you think?"

Zhao Hua withdrew his gaze from Ling Yi, bowed his head and said softly, "I heard that the young patriarch of Lingxu Sect is very good at illusion, and today he shocked everyone with a long sword. His level is probably incalculable."

"Brother is too cautious, she has only just entered the Golden Core stage." The disciple in Tsing Yi folded his hands and embraced, not paying attention to what Zhao Hua said.

"Junior Brother Yunqi, Miss Yin Mo is twenty years old this year." Knowing that his junior brother seldom pays attention to things other than cultivation, Zhao Hua specially emphasized it for him, and his attitude is still gentle and amiable.

"Twenty!" Yun Qi almost exclaimed, and it was only when he remembered the current situation that he could barely stop.

The head of Yuqing was not much calmer than him, and when his hands stopped, he almost pulled off his well-cared-for beard.

At the 20-year-old Jindan Stage, the only person whose cultivation speed can be compared to him is the ancestor of the Lingxu Sect who ascended a hundred years ago and is now the master of the Lingxu sect.

Yun Qi looked at Yin Mo with complicated eyes, he was always proud of his cultivation speed.Some people also compared him with the young master of the Lingxu Sect. At that time, he still sneered, but now he is rarely dignified.

Zhao Hua glanced at Yun Qi, and turned his attention to the martial arts stage again.Under the sun, the young man was as warm and moist as a piece of beautiful jade, and the round metal on the collar reflected the sunlight, shining golden.

Although Ling Yi was also shocked by Yin Mo's swordsmanship, that's all.

He didn't pay attention to the different thoughts of others, and didn't think too much about the eyes that he thought were hidden and glanced back and forth between him and his partner.

One hand quietly poked under the table, hooked up with the fingers of his partner beside him, and then he bent the corner of his eyes.

If you keep running, you actually let him stay alone in that deserted back mountain for so long for such a small fight.

Thinking of this, he scratched his partner's palm fiercely, felt the slight trembling of his partner's fingers but couldn't avoid it, and finally let go of the sullenness in his heart.

"Ling Yi..." This kind of ambiguous action made Yi, who has always been serious, feel ashamed and at a loss.

Ling Yi tilted his head and smiled obediently at him, blinking his eyes lightly, extremely innocent.

"Hmph!" The head of Lingxu snorted coldly, stopped looking at the coquettish demon cultivator in broad daylight, and continued to make a vicious note to Ling Yi in his heart.

The ascetics below were caught by the cold snort of the head of Lingxu, and they all stopped their voices and stopped talking.

Another batch of new Zongmen talents entered the stage, but they were no longer as eye-catching as Yin Mo.

For example, the young patriarch of the Yuqing sect and several other descendants of the sect also showed extraordinary demeanor, but they were not as shocking as Yin Mo's arrogance after all.

Yin Mo's swordsmanship lies in the artistic conception rather than the level of cultivation, even the competition of Yuanying monks lost its brilliance under her brilliance.

After several rounds of competition, Ling Yi, who had seen her previous level, was very surprised by Yin Mo's absolute crushing.

Combined with the man's less emotional eyes, Ling Yi had an ominous premonition.

Could it be that she has seen through the barriers of love, improved her mood, and comprehended some strange Tao?

Then I really don't know whether to be happy for her or secretly distressed. If the so-called relationship is easy to see through, then the relationship between him and his partner will be in danger.

Ling Yi squeezed his partner's hand with a trace of unease, and randomly squeezed it round and flat to calm his chaotic emotions.

Yi stretched out her other hand, put it on the back of Ling Yi's hand, and protected Ling Yi's hand between her palms.

Ling Yi's chaotic mood was so easily calmed down, his hands stopped moving, and his body quietly leaned against Yi's body while others were not paying attention.

Brother Guan Ai's head of Lingxu noticed his slight movement, his eyes sparkled, and he added a touch of femininity to Ling Yi.

Ding--

On the martial arts stage, two swords intersected.

"Drink!" Yun Qi's arms surged with spiritual power, and he pushed Yin Mo away from him.

Yin Mo jumped up and opened the distance.Raising his hand and raising his sword, his spiritual power was concentrated on the tip of the sword, and he swung the sword down towards Yun Qi, the long sword screamed, shaking the sound of the great way.

Yun Qi did not retreat but advanced, and the light blue spiritual power rapidly spun around him to form a protective shield.He moved faster, intending to fight in close quarters.

In the stands, Zhao Hua stared intently at the battle above, and slowly clenched his hands.

With spiritual power mixed with sword intent, Yun Qi turned on his toes and rolled on the spot.

He suddenly felt a dangerous aura coming from behind him, causing the air to vibrate.Yun Qi couldn't dodge in time, so he had to use his spiritual power to bear it.

choke--

The sound of metal vibrating behind him and his unscathed body made Yun Qi turn his head in shock.But seeing a figure stop beside him, the familiar style of clothes was in his eyes, Yun Qi's eyes turned red instantly.

There was a little commotion in the audience, but none of the main seats expressed their intentions, and everyone had to continue watching.But secretly a little startled, what magic weapon is that?To be able to block such a big move.

Ling Yi blinked lightly, and he understood.He raised his hand to caress the translucent bracelet on his wrist, which was so thin that it almost blended with the skin.

Is the defensive weapon that blocks Yin Mo's attack the gold piece on the opponent's collar?

Ling Yi regretted and lamented, he almost won last time, this is the craftsman, he should win the other party with only his underwear left.

"Sect Master Yin Shao is talented, and my younger brother is indeed inferior in skills." Zhao Hua bowed his hands and saluted, surrounded by sword intent, but he was calm and relaxed.

Yin Mo gently floated to the ground, slightly raised his forehead to Zhao Hua, his eyes flashed with a hint of amazement.

Yun Qi stood up with his sword up, cupped his hands to Yin Mo, and said, "I lost, you are indeed very strong." He admitted defeat without any trace of his usual arrogance.

Yin Mo nodded to him again, turned around and stepped down.

The next pair of disciples from each sect were ready to go on stage again.

Looking at Zhao Hua who was walking back to the Yuqingmen camp, the leader of Lingxu sighed a little. It's a pity that that person is not in the queue for the competition, otherwise he would have seen several good shows.

"What does Mo'er think?" The master of Lingxu looked at his proud disciple and asked.

"That magic weapon is very strong, but I can break it. People, I don't know." Yin Mo replied calmly.

"En." The leader of Lingxu nodded slightly, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.Yes, without arrogance or rashness, you can become a great talent.

Although I don't know what my child has gone through to achieve such a transformation, but it is undoubtedly a good thing for the Lingxu Sect.

In the future, he can entrust the Lingxu Sect to her with confidence, only sighing at this bloodline...

After several hours of fighting, Ling Yi's posture has changed from leaning on his partner's body to lying on his partner's body.

Xiu hugged Ling Yi's body with one hand, making her lie down more securely.Slowly running down Ling Yi's hair with one hand, to soothe the Taoist couple's tired mind.

Ling Yi raised his chin, bringing his head closer to his partner's hand.She closed her eyes lazily, enjoying the warm caress.

Everyone who saw this scene in the audience couldn't help but be amazed. The Lingxu Sect enshrines the elders, and even the heads of other sects have rarely seen him, but no one can refute his title of No. 1 among cultivators.

Does such a person who should be dedicated to Tao actually have emotional selfish desires?

Gritting his teeth, the master of Lingxu turned his head away, not looking at the immoral demon cultivator, and turned his gaze back to Yin Mo's swiftly moving figure on the martial arts stage.

However, within a few rays of colored light, Yin Mo's speed was getting faster and faster, like a phantom.

At this moment, Yin Mo's flamboyant hair gradually coincided with the woman in his memory.

White animal ears, sharp claws, eyes as dark as night without a trace of light...

"ah!"

A cry of surprise brought back the thoughts of the head of Lingxu.

Seeing this, he almost stopped breathing, and his back felt cold.

The picture just now is not a fantasy, but a real existence...

On the stage, Yin Mo waved his paw, with a gloomy cold light on his fingertips.

Turning around, under the lingering demonic aura, those eyes were pitch black without a trace of brightness.

"Demon cultivator!"

The author has something to say:

small theater

〖It is said that once

Ling Yi [laughs]: I heard that you are very good at gambling, come on?

Zhaohua [with a gentle smile]: Good.

after a while

Zhaohua [stiff laugh]: Can you keep the pants?

Ling Yi [continues to laugh]: What do you think?

Zhaohua [heart like ashes]: ...〗

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The author [Finger] originally wanted two changes, but he overestimated the speed of his disabled hand...

[Poor] [Tearful eyes] [Holding head and crouching down] The little angel hits lightly...