I wanted to raise a dog, but how could I raise a dog?

The second day, noon.

Linyu An Jieyi sat down, covered the hem of the clothes on his knees, nodded to Xiefeng and said: "It's your turn."

Xiefeng smiled brightly when he heard the words, squeezed the long whip behind his waist and walked off the stage.

Sitting upright in yesterday's position, Zhan Yunhuan was the only one beside him. Lin Yu'an automatically blocked the other party's thoughts, looking at Xiefeng's figure with a slightly helpless expression.

Yesterday he decided to watch Wan Chunhan's contest, but as soon as he finished speaking, Xiefeng's tears fell down on his knees, and "patter clatter" fell down like rain, knocking off his clothes His trousers were wet.

"I... I was wrong..." Xiefeng said that he was wrong at the time, but he couldn't stop crying, like a little cotton in the rainstorm, he huddled into a ball in grievance.

Originally, I thought that Xiefeng's first match should not be difficult with his strength in the late stage of nourishing Qi, so he chose Wanchunhan.But who would have thought that after seeing him crying, Lin Yu'an didn't know which ghost she was fascinated by, so she rarely swallowed her own words, and instead agreed to watch Xiefeng's competition.

"Did you listen to me?" Zhan Yunhuan couldn't get a response after talking for a long time, but felt his mouth was dry, so he nudged Lin Yu'an with his elbow.

Who knows that Lin Yu'an didn't raise his eyelids, and said indifferently: "No, shut up."

Choked for a moment, Zhan Yunhuan saw that the other party was focused on the field, so he said sullenly: "You pay attention to him so much?" His tone was sour, so astringent that he pouted twice in disgust.

Looking at Zhan Yunhuan with some surprise, Lin Yu'an still said calmly: "He is my disciple, so I naturally pay attention to him."

"Are you pampering him too much?" Thinking back to how Lin Yu'an immediately changed his words when he saw Xie Feng shed tears yesterday, Zhan Yunhuan had a weird look on his face.

"Pet?" Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, as if she didn't quite understand.

Zhan Yunhuan explained: "It's just that when he cries, you can't do anything about him, and then you will follow him..."

After thinking about it, Lin Yu'an replied: "Because he is too annoying to cry."

"Okay." Shrugging, Zhan Yunhuan pointed down: "It's good luck to meet an opponent of comparable strength in the first match."

Yesterday's huge venue was divided into eight pieces, and Lin Yuan's location yesterday happened to be the best place to watch the eighth venue.

At this time, the competition had not yet started, Xiefeng stood facing a black-skinned rough man, and did not make a move.

Asked for a list of competitions from the inspecting disciples, Lin Yu'an saw the name of Xiefeng's opponent.

"Fang Xingzheng, four out of twenty, the first stage of nourishing qi, golden and wood dual spiritual roots, worshiped at the third peak of Lianxu Peak."

"Late stage of nourishing qi." Looking thoughtfully at Fang Xingzheng who was unarmed, Lin Yu'an said indifferently: "There is nothing to be afraid of."

"That's not true," Zhan Yunhuan said with a bored expression on his chin, "with me chatting with him every day, of course it's more than enough to deal with such a brat."

If it weren't for Lin Yu'an's generous benefits, how could someone like Zhan Yunhuan, who only likes to fight against the strong, put down his body to practice moves with a low-level practitioner.

From this point of view, Lin Yu'an seemed to have done a lot of things silently for Xie Feng.

Come on, Zhan Yunhuan felt his cheeks start to sore again.

Down below, Xiefeng smiled sweetly after listening to the steward read the rules of the game, and said very well-behaved: "Thank you sir, Xiefeng already understands." But the impatience in his eyes was seen by no one.

Fang Xingzheng was originally a rough man from the countryside, but he was able to enter these holy places of monks only because he knew Ji Yunqi. He didn't know enough, and it was the first time he saw such a beautiful person. "Okay, what a beautiful girl..."

Xiefeng's face changed slightly when he heard the words, his golden pupils released a slight murderous intent, and the strong needling sensation abruptly pulled Fang Xingzheng back from the dazed state, and he touched the back of his head a little strangely: "What's wrong, did I say the wrong thing? "

The manager is a young woman, she smiled slightly and coughed lightly: "Not all good-looking girls are girls, this is a real man." After that, she adjusted her expression and continued: "After hearing the sound of the flute, the competition will begin. If you lose, you can voluntarily surrender. Remember, this is just a competition within the sect, and you are all from the same sect, so you must not kill yourself."

"Disciple knows." Xiefeng nodded, and smiled at the steward, but this smile made him feel cold all over.

The black-skinned man scratched his head and smiled foolishly: "I know too!"

Nodding his head, the steward stopped talking and got off the competition stage in a hurry.

That handsome young man's smile was so cold that her heart almost stopped beating.

The field was empty for a moment, Xiefeng saw that Fang Xingzheng, who was two feet away from him, was still staring at him with a smirk, so he stretched his backhand behind him and grabbed a long whip.

The long whip has been tempered again by Lin Yu'an to Wenxu Peak, it is smoother than before, as if it has been coated with a layer of wax oil, the dark surface is shiny.It's just that the poisonous needle at the end of the whip was taken away by Lin Yu'an this morning, otherwise the crimson venom would have killed Fang Xingzheng in an instant.

Silently stroking the long whip, Xiefeng had already decided on Fang Xingzheng's fate.

Although it is stipulated that killing people is not allowed, it should be no problem to cripple his limbs.

Without the discipline of Lin Yu'an, the killing intent buried deep in Xiefeng's bones began to move around again, and was about to break out of his shell.

And the one who bears the brunt is the person in front of him who mistook him for a woman.

"Di—!"

With a cry from the flute, the eight competition platforms were covered with a barrier at the same time, and the competition officially began! !

Pulling up the corners of his mouth at will to show a smile, Xiefeng was smiling sinisterly at Fang Xing and suddenly disappeared from the other party's sight!

The figure was so fast that even Ji Yunqi, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was stunned for a moment, feeling an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.He pinched his blue robe, looked at Linyu who was indifferent on the high platform, and thought to himself: If he is that disciple, he should be merciful.

He actually discovered Xiefeng's killing intent when he heard Fang Xingzheng speak just now, but he couldn't remind him because he was on the sidelines, so he could only pin his hopes on Lin Yuan, hoping that the apprentice of the number one disciple in the sect , will not treat the rules of the door as nothing, and the other party is going to kill him.

Zhan Yunhuan, who was dozing off on the high platform, opened his eyes a little, and couldn't help but sit up straight, frowned, and whispered to Lin Yu'an, "Did he pass?"

Lin Yu'an naturally saw Xiefeng's full strength and was ready to kill the opponent in one fell swoop, so he couldn't help but pursed his lips tightly, with a heavy expression on his face.

Some wandering disciples around gradually gathered around, watching the situation on the field and whispering to each other.

Although Fang Xingzheng was a country bumpkin and didn't look too powerful, he was also a solid first-rank Qi Yang late stage, and he was almost able to step into the second-rank realm.During the battle, he looked completely different from the foolish one before.

The moment Xiefeng's figure disappeared, he straightened his body, and swiped his right hand into a claw, his movements were as fast as lightning!At the same time, he made a tactic with his left hand to activate the spell.

However, there was nothing where his right hand went. Fang Xingzheng heard a light snort from the top of his head before he had time to doubt, and then he was pressed on the top of his head by a tender white palm, and crashed into the competition ring with a "bang".

All of a sudden, dust and smoke rose up, completely covering the figures of the two of them.

When the vision was clear, everyone saw a young man standing upright with a gloomy expression on the competition stage, and facing him stood a six-foot-tall vine ball.

The moment Xiefeng pushed the opponent into the stone platform, he felt that something was wrong, and directly used the top of the opponent's head as a support, and jumped far away.

If he guessed correctly, this Fang Xing released the "Wood Summoning Technique" at the moment when he exerted his strength, stimulating the seeds hidden in the gaps of his nails to grow with spiritual power, completely wrapping himself to form a protective shield, avoiding one strike.

Sure enough, when the smoke subsided, the vines slowly opened, revealing Fang Xingzheng with a reddish forehead inside.

Panting heavily, he looked at Lin Yu'an with shock in his eyes.

What's the matter with this person, there is obviously no fluctuation in spiritual power, how can he be so fast?

Remembering that the steward did not report the other party's spiritual roots, Fang Xingzheng became even more puzzled.

Grinning his teeth and rubbing his forehead, Fang Xingzheng put away a little thought of underestimating the other party's soft appearance, and his expression was solemn.

After emitting a golden light from his right hand, he cut off the roots of the vines, made a tactic with both hands, and his spiritual power frantically rushed to the vines beside him, and said silently——

"Manning spirit puppet!"

In an instant, a dazzling green light flashed from his body, and dense vines covered him like a river, irrigating and nourishing with a strong vitality, driving the disordered vines to gather together, slowly shaping into the appearance of a one-foot-tall giant, compelling The power and influence almost enveloped the entire No. [-] field, making the disciples watching the battle couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

Xiefeng flicked the long whip, watched the vine puppet take shape mockingly, but did not move.

This made Ji Yunqi feel even more uneasy, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks along the corner of his forehead.

Although the momentum was astonishing, Fang Xingzheng's speed of making the tactic was too slow. In Xiefeng's eyes, the opponent had already died countless times.So he flicked his wrist, and after the long whip left gray and white whip marks on the black field, he said to Fang Xingzheng from a distance: "Hey!"

Fang Xing was busy conveying spiritual power, so he couldn't be too distracted, he could only block out Xiefeng's voice and gritted his teeth, fingers flying like phantoms.

Xiefeng licked the corners of his lips, and the tip of his bright red tongue left sleep stains on his lips, and slowly pointed out the other party's fatal flaw: "You are too slow."

After all, he turned his spirit qi at his feet to activate the wind-type aura, supporting his body like an arrow off the string and shooting towards the vine giant.

Fang Xing was changing his handprints in a hurry, driving the vine giant to punch the opponent.

Seeing that the green fist was about to hit the top of the head, Xiefeng kicked the giant, split the flexible vines with a whip, and penetrated through layers of obstacles.Then he stepped on the opponent's neck, bent down and said expressionlessly: "Trash."

After all, the surface of the long whip released a dazzling aura, changed from soft to hard, pierced through Fang Xingzheng's right wrist from top to bottom, and firmly nailed him to the competition platform!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The ear-piercing screams pierced through the barrier and shocked everyone!

Ji Yunqi stood up from his seat with a "chuckle" and wanted to rush into the arena, but was stopped by the manager: "The competition is not over yet."

Ji Yunqi's eyes were red with anxiety, and veins burst out on his neck: "We surrender! We surrender! Fang Xingzheng, you surrender quickly! You can't beat him!!"

Fang Xing was holding back the screams, trying to raise his left hand, and was about to admit defeat, but saw a long whip whipped towards his face with a terrifying sound!

"stop!"

A cold voice sounded, and the long whip stopped in the air for an instant.

Lin Yu'an did not know when she appeared beside the competition stage, staring at Xiefeng with extreme storms in her eyes: "Enough."

The author has something to say: Xie Xie once again showed his fierce face, but this time he can't be fooled, and he is afraid that he will be "educated" by Lin Yu'an.

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