Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

Fang Ximing didn't care.

It's not that he underestimates the enemy, but because Xunling Villa is recognized as weak.

The reason why each of the five sects of Xianmen can stand out among the many sects in the world does not depend on luck and money, nor on cultivation and strength—there are too many people who work hard in this world, but not everyone can become one. tall man.

Each of the five sects has its own unique spell, which is never passed on to the outside world.

The Qingfengmen uses the spirit of words, the Jingshuigu uses pupil art, the Fujian Temple uses bone refining, and the Duanshengmen uses the constant tranquility.

Xunling Villa calls for a voice.

Call out gods, Buddhas, and ordinary people, and call out all things in the world.Up to the wind and rain, down to the vegetation and creatures.

Called to fight for himself, and to do this, only a flute is needed.

In other words, disciple Jingshui's flute is fate.

As we all know, the disciple of Jingshuigu who has no flute, but a mortal body, can be easily defeated.

This is also the only magical sect among the five immortal sects that can't survive a three-second close fight. The immortal cultivator world has been chewing on this for hundreds of years. I feel that Xunling Villa is not worthy of the name of these five great immortal sects.

Although Xunling Mountain Villa also teaches some close-to-hand combat techniques, after all, these are a group of cultural people who nest in the house every day to study the flute, with thin arms and thin legs. Bruised and swollen wild children who punched and kicked each other, whoever wins and who loses, the difference in physique can explain everything.

Guessing that the opponent didn't hurt or itch, Fang Ximing punched and punched twice.

Qiao Xishui knew what Fang Ximing was thinking by pinching his fingers, and said, "I advise you not to look down on others."

Fang Ximing glanced at him and said, "I didn't look down on you."

"Come on, it's all written on your face." Qiao Xishui coughed, his expression twisted, pretending to be the biggest arrogant expression of the old man, pinching his throat and screaming, "Xunling Villa is full of people. Vegetarian chicken! I beat five of them! I am invincible! They also have the nerve to call themselves the Five Great Immortals!? Ha! A joke! I laughed so hard!"

Fang Ximing: "..."

Qiao Xishui cleared her throat again, returned to normal, and said, "Did you think so?"

"……I do not have."

"No, you have."

"I didn't!" Fang Ximing angrily said, "If I say no, I don't!"

"All right, all right, if you don't, you're the best."

Qiao Xishui agreed dryly, and clapped her hands dryly a few times.Anyone who looks like that probably wants to punch him—it's best to beat him to death.

Fang Ximing clicked his tongue and turned his head to glance at the field.

It's almost unwatchable right now.The vegetation rose from the ground, and there were even the corpses of ferocious beasts such as jackals, tigers and leopards, lying bloody on the ground.

Several vines danced to the sound of the flute, as if they had been given life, they flew towards Chi Xikong.

On the other side, Lin Wuhua was imprisoned in the water dungeon created by several clear springs gushing on the ground, unable to move, making people have to sigh the despair of the fire monks when they faced the water.

"Are you still feeling optimistic?"

Qiao Xishui asked him.Fang Ximing raised his chin, glanced at him, and said, "As long as Chi Xikong can find a way to rescue Wuhua, and then find a way to get close, the victory will be easy."

Qiao Xishui smiled and said, "Look at Chi Xikong."

"After a while, vines will pop out of the ground and grab her feet, and she'll trip."

Chi Xikong on the field suddenly paused, and light shone around her feet, and she threw the slender soft sword in her hand into the air.

It should be to fly into the sky to find opportunities.

But at this moment, the originally low and soft sound of the flute suddenly became rapid, and suddenly a vine broke through the ground at Chi Xikong's feet, grabbing her ankle involuntarily.

Chi Xikong didn't even jump up, and fell to the ground.

Fang Ximing: "..."

His heart is very complicated.

Lin Wuhua's actions were well calculated, and at the beginning of the scene, a spring formation was formed on the soles of her feet. It was not Lin Wuhua's fault that she couldn't move even if she wanted to.

There was nothing wrong with Chi Xikong who couldn't save her.Lin Wuhua couldn't move, and the two people on the opposite side only needed to focus on dealing with her, and it was really easy to make her have no time to make moves.

Chi Xikong wanted to fly into the air, and his judgment was correct. Not only was it inconvenient to move on the ground, but there were overgrown vegetation everywhere, making it difficult to move.

Fang Ximing had mixed feelings in his heart. No matter how he analyzed the two girls from the beginning, there was only one conclusion - no one did anything wrong. It was the opponent's thoughtfulness, meticulous calculations, and perfect layout.

"You are underestimating the enemy." Qiao Xishui said, "Lin Wuhua's cultivation base is low, so you don't know it. You think that the people in Xunling Villa are weak compared to other sects, and you can use it to increase her confidence , isn't it?"

Fang Ximing was speechless, his face flushed, and he bit his lower lip secretly.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, Qiao Xishui was indeed right.

He said that he did not underestimate the enemy, but in fact, he did underestimate the enemy.

He still retains the self-confidence and conceit of the No. 1 school in the world, and arrogantly thinks that he is still a crane that screams, an unreachable cloud in the sky.

But in fact the crane broke its wings and the clouds dispersed.

His ego and arrogance are all rubbish.

Useless garbage.

On the field, Chi Xikong fell to the ground, Lin Wuhua was unable to fight, and the gong was about to sound, and the game would be lost.

All because he underestimated the enemy.

Fang Ximing closed his eyes, waiting for the heart-pounding gong.

Qiao Xishui said on the side: "Don't close your eyes and pretend to be a cultural person. No one is looking at you. Open your eyes and hurry up."

Fang Ximing: "..."

He opened his eyes and said, "What are you looking at? We've lost."

Qiao Xishui gave him a blank look, and said, "I hate you the most when you play against the wind."

"……what?"

"It's nothing. I told you I won't lose, look at those two flute players."

Fang Ximing raised his head, and there were so many grasses and trees over there that he could vaguely see figures among them.

Fang Ximing didn't understand what Qiao Xishui asked him to watch.

Qiao Xishui said: "Chi Xikong used a spell."

Although Chi Xikong is a minor, he is completely different from Qiao Xishui.Qiao Xishui's cultivation is medicine cultivation, while Chi Xikong's spells are buff spells applied to people.

Such as acceleration, increased power, and even invisibility or teleportation can also be done.

In layman's terms, it is to add buff.

But the more silly thing is that the casting time of her spells is not short.

In fact, it's not very long, but every minute and every second on the court is precious. No one gives her time to chant spells. Isn't that watching her digging her own grave?

Everyone is not stupid, they have no IQ, so they are still cultivating immortals, it is better to go back to the countryside and go to the fields to plant melons with their backs facing the sky.

"After Chi Xikong fell to the ground, during the few seconds when the winner was judged, he cast all the spells on Lin Wuhua."

"She struggled out of victory."

As soon as Qiao Xishui finished speaking, there was a sudden explosion in the center of the venue, sparks started a prairie fire, and the heat wave swallowed everything.

There were two screams on the field, tongues of flames swept across the entire martial arts arena, the vegetation was burnt to charcoal, Lin Wuhua stood in the center of the arena, and the flames on his sword were shining brightly.

Winning and losing are instantly reversed.

Cheers erupted throughout the martial arts arena, and Fang Ximing stood up in disbelief, with surprise and joy on his face.

Lin Wuhua's name was cheered in the arena.

People will only pay attention to the most eye-catching characters, and ignore the embarrassing girls who have worked hard and made great achievements.

If Qiao Xishui hadn't told him that it was Chi Xikong's credit, Fang Ximing would have called Lin Wuhua too.

Although he won, his heart was even heavier.

He looked at the girl lying on the ground covered in injuries, and pursed his lips.

Qiao Xishui yawned, as if she knew it would be Lin Wuhua's credit and didn't bother to care about it.

He tilted his head to look at Fang Ximing, pouted and said, "You have to admit, she is a good girl."

"Lin Wuhua conceded defeat when she was trapped on the field, and didn't move a moment. What is fighting for Qingfengmen, just pat her butt after she finishes talking."

"But someone didn't say a word, but they really won for you."

"No one remembers her hard work. If you don't remember, then she is a fairy, so she doesn't need to cultivate."

After Qiao Xishui finished speaking, she stood up and walked away.

Seeing that he wanted to leave, Fang Ximing hurriedly said, "Where are you going?!"

Qiao Xishui blinked and said, "I'm hungry, go eat."

After he finished speaking, seeing Fang Ximing's tense expression relaxed a little, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "You don't think I'm going to run, do you?"

Fang Ximing: "..."

"Don't worry, I'll be back in a while."

After Qiao Xishui finished speaking, he waved to him and left.

·

Somewhere outside the martial arts arena.

Two people came out from the field, and when they came out, they were still full of ideas, laughing and chatting with each other.

"Did you see that? That girl really can't be beaten to death."

"Really, I thought it was definitely over, but I didn't expect..."

The two of you talked to each other, and they finished the martial arts performance just now in a few words.The two left the venue, instead of taking the avenue, they turned around and went to the forest by the side of the venue, passing through thick bushes, walking slowly, talking non-stop, and chatting with each other.

One of them said: "Mr. Fu Lin's plan this time should be foolproof, I don't think anyone has noticed."

"Of course," the other one is a supporter of Mr. Fu Lin. He raised his chin and said proudly, "Mr. Fu Lin's plan, when did something go wrong?"

"That's right, we help Mr. Lin..."

He was just halfway through speaking when he was suddenly interrupted.

"excuse me."

An Xichen poked his head out from the tree, raised his eyelids lazily, glanced at them, and asked hoarsely, "Where is Mr. Fulin?"

The two were in a daze for a while.

Seeing that the two of them were stunned, An Xichen tilted his head, and asked again: "So, let me ask you, who is Mr. Quqi?"

The two stayed in place, as if they were still.

An Xichen was silent for a while, took a puff of cigarette, and then sprayed it all on their faces.

As if waking up from a dream, the two froze for a moment when they saw An Xichen, turned their heads and exchanged glances with each other, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Run!"

Then without saying a word, he let go of his feet and ran away, as if he had encountered the plague-the two of them disappeared in a flash.

An Xichen: "..."

Someone laughed.Like a silver bell, he giggled with laughter.

An Xichen raised his head.Bai Tong sat on the tree, dangling his feet, and said with a smile.

"Why don't you have a long memory? I said it, no one dares to talk to you."