Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

The first round of the Qimai Martial Arts Competition officially started, with 63 contestants competing in eight arenas, divided into four rounds.

Lu Xueqi was in the second round, when she brought back Tianya who had flown to an ancient tree in the sky to bask in the sun and read little pornographic books, and hung it behind her back, she came to the ring of the competition, and the ring was full of people.

"Wow, look, Junior Sister Lu is finally here!" There was a loud cheer, and the people standing around the ring turned their heads and looked at Lu Xueqi in unison.

"Junior Sister Lu looks really pretty in the blue dress she is wearing today!"

"Although Junior Sister Lu always gives people a cold feeling, I still think she is so cute."

"Yeah, I'm really envious of Senior Brother Fang Chao being able to compete with Junior Sister Lu on the same stage. I don't have any regrets if I lose."

"Go, go, be careful not to let Senior Brother Fang overhear, I will discuss swords with you for a week later."

There was a noise of self-discipline from the crowd. Although Lu Xueqi and them were Qingyun disciples, she had never seen them before the Qimai Martial Arts Competition. If this is the unfettered brotherhood between fellow disciples, but She doesn't have any feelings for them, but she doesn't dislike them either, because she has already seen such unscrupulous, unrestrained and unrestrained words and shapes of the divine sword Tianya.

Lu Xueqi walked to Master Shuiyue's side to salute, seeing Master nodded slightly and said: "Go." Lu Xueqi fluffed her sleeves and stepped on a floating cloud in an instant.

At the same time, a young disciple flew down from the arena, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, regular facial features, broad shoulders and long legs, but when he looked at Lu Xueqi who was close at hand like a fairy who fell into the mortal world, she couldn't help acting a little embarrassed He opened his mouth and said: "Junior Sister Lu, I am Fang Chao, a disciple of Longshou Peak. I have the honor to compete with my younger sister today. I am really lucky!"

"Shh!" The audience booed.

Lu Xueqi stood tall and graceful, her face like a jade carving was expressionless, her lips parted slightly: "Senior Brother Fang is very polite, Lu Xueqi, the eighth generation disciple of Xiaozhufeng, asked Brother Fang for advice today."

Fang Chao heard that quiet voice calling his Senior Brother Fang. No matter how hard he was to restrain himself, he felt so excited that he couldn't help but say another word: "Junior Sister Lu, I..."

At this moment, everyone in the audience didn't want to see Fang Chao use the competition to make friends on the stage, before he could finish his sentence, countless people including Zeng Shushu who was standing beside Zhang Xiaofan shouted angrily: "What do you want to do? start?"

"shameless!"

"There's so much nonsense, she's as coy as a woman! Hey, this senior sister from Xiaozhufeng, ah, what are you doing, don't, I have absolutely no other intentions!"

"Boom!"

The bell for the decisive battle was rung, and Lu Xueqi indifferently raised her hand to say hello.

Fang Chao's face was flushed, and he suddenly realized that this was martial arts with seven veins, but he just kept looking at her with that kind of admiration. From the eyes of others, this was a kind of contempt or humiliation. Senior sister Zuo Bie must have already become angry from embarrassment and looked down on him, but he could see clearly that there was no look of contempt under that icy and peerless face, and when the bell rang, he still let him strike the sword first.

Fang Chao felt ashamed for a while, and quickly put away his smile, straightened his mind, drew the magic formula with his right hand, and sacrificed a silver-white fairy sword.

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