The decent boss always wants to attack me

Xuanyue Terrace is above the clouds and has its own sunlight, but at this time, the soaring golden light spiritual power on Bai Qing's body almost overwhelms the noon sun.

Chu Xiu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then his pupils slowly sank, staring at the person on the stage uncertainly.

Shuang Zun, who was sitting in the clouds watching the excitement, let out a 'huh', slapped his thighs and sat up, muttering: "It's interesting."

"He broke through again??"

"Yes, he's at the middle stage of Golden Core!"

"My mother, how did he do it?"

The eldest young master walked towards the high platform amidst the exclamation of the crowd, his sleeves fluttered, and there was an aura of absolute aura lingering around his body, and there was only calm and indifference in his eyes, as if he could break the road of the world.

His eyes are like glass, so pure that there is no room for any impurities.

It seems that to look at him one more time is to insult him, and to be looked at by him one more time is to gain a few years of cultivation base for no reason.

The young master raised his chin and walked in front of Fengzhu, and said coldly: "Mid-stage Golden Core? You were injured like this by a late-stage Foundation Establishment. Could it be that your cultivation has been fed to the dogs."

The gaze from behind seemed to burn a hole in his shirt, Bai Qing only turned his head and gave him a look of 'don't worry, wait for me to avenge you'.

Feng Zhu didn't have many wounds on his body, but was scratched by Chu Xiu's sword a few times, and that's why he hit him so hard.

Unforgivable.

Bai Qing flipped his wrist, and there was a manic sword chant from Luobingtai, and then a long sapphire sword decorated with fine cicada patterns was firmly held in his hand.

Fuck you son of a bitch.

Fengzhu's eyes are full of disdain, the strength of a person who has just broken through is no different from that of the early stage of Jindan.

He took back the sword that was knocked down by Chu Xiu: "To compete with the younger generation, naturally I have to give way to him. I am very surprised that Young Master Bai dared to come today."

Bai Qing didn't respond to him, but suddenly exerted force on his toes, a blue light flashed in the air, and he was already in front of Fengzhu.

The sword tip that was glowing with cold light was about to split his face in half, Feng Zhu was caught off guard, and he hurriedly drew his sword to block it, the two forceful sword qi shook the air around him with a aftermath of spiritual power .

Before he could speak, Bai Qing sneered and said, "Sneak attack, I will too."

The turbulent spiritual power in the dantian made him very handy with the sword. Biyingying's sword light collided with Fengzhu's white sword fiercely, and the clanging sound made one's mouth tingle.

Bai Qing didn't give Feng Zhu a chance to react, and the speed in his hands became faster and faster. When the two intersected in the air, they could only see very vague shadows, one blue and one white.

The blue light and spiritual power that exploded in the air were thrown to the ground from time to time, making intense and high-pitched sharp sounds.

If the materials made by Xuanyue Terrace are extraordinary, I'm afraid they have pierced a hole in this platform.

Bai Qing slapped the palm of his left hand quickly on the hand holding the sword, and the sword drew a beautiful green shadow in the air, stabbing at the person like a broken bamboo.

Feng Zhuben was almost overwhelmed by the energetic Bai Qing's beating. Seeing that he had dropped his sword, he laughed in his heart, and raised his hand to guide the sword he threw to spin a few times in the air.

The beautiful green sword was discarded on the ground as if it had fulfilled its mission.

Without the sword, Bai Qing couldn't defeat him no matter what.

When he fought back with this inexplicable self-confidence, he suddenly found that Bai Qing had disappeared.

The wind in the clouds brought some tide, taking advantage of the summer sun, it was very comfortable to float on the face.

Young man, do you know that there is a palm technique that falls from the sky?

When Bai Qing jumped up, he saw Shuangzun hiding in the clouds and watching a play.

The man was still holding a handful of melon seeds, and when he jumped up, the melon seeds landed on the cloud.

This glance was fleeting, but Shuangzun's expression of a crowd eating melons was deeply imprinted in his heart.

The young master tried his best to keep his face from being blown into an open-mouthed idiot by the manic wind, he harnessed all the spiritual power in his body and rushed towards Fengzhu at the fastest speed.

The man held his sword and looked around vigilantly.

When he was approaching in front of him, Bai Qing suddenly accelerated his speed, and almost in an instant he had circled behind Feng Zhu, and brushed his sword down with his palm along his right hand at a strange angle.

The moment he snatched the sword away from the man, Bai Qing raised his leg and gave him a hard kick.

Feng Zhu was kicked forward a few steps, before he could figure out what happened, the white figure appeared in front of him again.

Next, it was a one-sided beating.

Using Fengzhu's sword, Bai Qing intentionally pierced strips of fabric on his body, not hurting the skin, but making people lose face.

From time to time, he greeted him with a face blade.

He is not afraid of being cruel, but he is afraid of being diligent, one after another, Feng Zhu's eyes never stopped, but he felt his body getting colder and colder, and the laughter around him made him anxious.

It seems that I am a monkey in the troupe who is allowed to watch.

He yelled angrily, and when he was about to fight back violently, the man stopped.

Bai Qing threw the sword casually, Fengzhu felt his face turn cold, a strand of hair fell down, his sword was thrown by his feet, and stuck on the ground alone.

His face was flushed, Bai Qing was imitating his way to humiliate him.

He lost.

The young master didn't look at him anymore, but bowed slightly to everyone, and said calmly: "I got up late today, I'm really sorry, who else wants to come to compete with me now, please hurry up, don't wait when it's too late."

After saying that, he looked up to the sky and yawned, eyes full of sleepiness: "I still need to take a nap at noon."

His indifferent look is very heart-warming.

This is what the exclamations of the female nuns in the crowd told him.

Only Chu Xiu didn't have a good face.

Among the disciples, those who were about the same age as him could reach the foundation building stage, and Jindan's late stage cultivation base was not as thick-skinned as Fengzhu. Hearing what he said, there were really few people who came out for a while.

But the young master didn't have enough fun.

The half-hour experience card must be fully utilized.

It's nothing to win Feng Zhu, half of his physical strength has been worn down by Chu Xiu, and no one will dare to provoke him in the future if he wins another disciple with a higher cultivation level than him.

Bai Qing's eyes were very firm, and 502 was unambiguous when he saw him like this, and quickly selected a disciple from the crowd: [The host should choose him, Feng Song, Feng Zhu's fellow disciple, who has just broken through the late stage of Jindan. 】

The man's hair was very long, covering half of his eyes, so he couldn't see his whole face clearly. He didn't look like a monk, but like a villain.

Bai Qing raised his eyebrows, and the spiritual power of his fingertips lifted the sapphire sword on the ground, and bowed to him: "Senior Brother Feng, please enlighten me?"

There was an uproar around.

Seeing his name being called, Feng Song returned the salute and went up to the high platform.

As soon as he came up, the heavy aura made Bai Qing feel a little out of breath.

There is a huge gap between Jindan mid-stage and late stage.

Bai Qing quietly glanced at Chu Xiu who was surrounded by several disciples who were giving him medicine, and sighed in his heart.

He is at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and there are two classes separated from Fengzhu, the mid-stage Jindan, how did he resist the oppression and confront him for so long?

Really desperate.

Feng Song's swordsmanship is very stable, completely opposite to Feng Zhu's, every step of his is very regular, picking, stabbing, every movement, step is like a copy from the practice of Taoism.

It's just very heavy, every time the two swords intersect, the powerful spiritual energy will overwhelm him, and even the tiger's mouth faintly shows signs of splitting.

The sword in his hand seemed not to be a sword, but a giant ax that carried heavy stones from thousands of peaks.

The eldest young master clenched his teeth, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, he swung himself to avoid the sword flower that was trying to gouge him in the air, exerted strength on his toes, stepped on the tip of the sword and circled behind Feng Song.

Before there was any movement in his hands, the man seemed to have eyes behind his back. He raised his elbow and hit him in the ribs with precision.

Bai Qing was so painful that his eyes went blank for a moment.

The sapphire sword left a white mark on the ground, and he took several steps back.

The gaze not far away became more and more sticky.

Bai Qing raised his hand and rubbed his left rib, raised his sword and attacked again.

"The strength of Jindan in the middle and late stages is very different, and he must lose."

"Young master of the Bai family is not out of his mind, what are you going to do to provoke Fengsong at this time?"

The young master ignored it.

Fengsong is a walking textbook, but this textbook will not make inferences.

He began to memorize all Feng Song's attacks and blocks by virtue of his body's superb learning ability.

The brilliance in front of him was overwhelming, and the icy sword swung past him close to his face.

Under the tremendous pressure, he gradually followed Feng Song's pace.

Feng Song has a small movement, he will turn the sword slightly to the left every time he takes out the sword, the movement is very small, and then he will quickly glance at Baiqing from the corner of his eyes, worrying that he will make a sudden attack.

He pressed on step by step, and Bai Qing raised his sword to resist, and every time the sword groaned, he felt his brain go numb.

After a wave of attacks ended, Feng Song withdrew his sword briefly.

A cold light flashed in the young master's eyes, he suddenly shifted the sword to his left hand, lowered his body and swung it sideways, and a sharp wind blew up from the sword.

The sword in the man's hand froze for a moment.

flaw.

Bai Qing immediately went up close to him, no longer thinking about how to defend, his sword skills were all messed up, and he desperately attacked.

After this brief mistake, Feng Song withdrew his sword and returned to defense, but this bad style of play made the well-behaved senior brother Feng feel at a loss for a while.

No matter how powerful the sword in his hand is, he can't withstand the buff of double speed plus berserk.

Every step is chaotic, every step is chaotic, the young master is chasing after him.

Everyone watched with bated breath, and saw that the green sword in white clothes on the stage was not as light as before, but like a wind pine, and every sword gathered the spiritual power of the whole body to attack.

The brilliance flashed randomly, and the spiritual wave was so wide that people couldn't move their eyes away.

The man played without leaving himself the slightest retreat.

The sword technique of the left hand was disorderly, but faintly restraining Feng Song, he was shocked.

Bai Qing has learned all the sword skills he had just learned, and now he has changed his hand, incorporating some other sword intents, making him hard to guard against.

He found that the young master of the Bai family was really talented.

Bai Qing had already seen the victory beckoning to him, he turned the sword in one direction, the blade was facing himself, and when the hilt was about to hit Feng Song, a dark blurred shadow flashed in the corner of his eyes.

You can vaguely see the sharp corners, glowing with a cold light.

The sword turned around again, and blocked the Wujin dart that came out of nowhere.

Immediately afterwards, there was an exclamation from the crowd.

The dart that was thrown by him was flying towards one of the nuns in Taoist robes like lightning.

To be so outrageous!

The young master didn't think through his brain, and even forgot that this was at the Qiwumen. As a disciple of the Qiwumen, he would not be an idler.

When he stood in front of the woman, a gust of wind blew up at the right time, making his robe rattle.

A drop of blood seeped out of Leng Yu's flawless face.

He tilted his head, clamped the dart in his right hand and threw it on the ground fiercely, wishing he could step on it.

When he looked back, he brought a shallow smile: "I'm sorry, I was careless."

Suddenly, half of the nuns in front of them blushed.