Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

The huge arena has been cleaned up, except for some traces of being burnt black.Wen Chuyi was standing on the side that was scorched black by the flames. In his mind, a long sword with no light appeared in his hand, holding ivory white fingers on it. The blacker it gets, the whiter it becomes. .

The Flying Star Sword came out of its sheath, revealing the edge hidden in the Wuhua scabbard. On the other side, the huge ice luan reappeared. The ice blue feathers were exquisite and beautiful. The feathers that had been burned black by the big octopus had returned to their original state. The pupils of the eyes were staring at him tightly, and its owner was also looking at him for a moment.

Wen Chuyi was suddenly stared at by these two pairs of dark eyes, and his eyebrows frowned unconsciously. Why did Li Buxun look at him so strangely?

But the silence between the two was only for a moment, and the next moment, both of them moved, the ice luan fluttered its wings, opened its sharp beak, and a dense rain of ice thorns rushed towards him, and the ice thorns were moored. It is as thick as an arm, with a sharp tip, and it glows with a cold light in the sun.

Wen Chuyi nimbly avoided the ice thorns that fell beside him. I don't know if it was related to the monster inner alchemy yesterday. His movements seemed to be lighter than before, and he cut off the ice that hit his face with a single sword. As he was dodging, he unconsciously felt that he was approaching Li Buxun, and he raised his vigilance in his heart.

In the previous battle between Li Buxun and Wen Xunyang, it was almost only Bingluan who played. Except for inputting spiritual power for Hualing himself, he did not do anything else, so Wen Chuyi couldn't guarantee that he would not have a backup.

As for Wen Chuyi's approach, Li Buxun soon discovered that, seeing that Bingluan could only temporarily delay Wen Chuyi's movements, but could not defeat him, he withdrew his fugue eyes, moved his fingers slightly, and fought with Bingluan An ice bow of the same color appeared in his hand.

As soon as this action came out, there were rustling discussions among the disciples in the audience.

"He didn't take out his weapon when he fought against Wen Xunyang from Cangyumen?"

"No, I guess it's because the Xuanjianzong is stronger."

"That's right, at the end of the last match, I saw that Wen Xunyang's face turned pale, but Li Buxun's expression remained the same, it seems that he has retained his strength."

The discussion gradually grew louder. These few people were discussing vigorously. Suddenly, they felt a chill behind them. They turned their heads, but they didn't find anything unusual, so they turned their heads and continued to discuss.

Wen Xunyang turned his back and stood behind a big tree outside the court, his hands hanging in his sleeves clenched tightly until blood dripped down his fingers, but he did not let go.The voice he heard just now surrounded his ears, and every time he repeated it, the shadow in his eyes became more and more serious.

He turned his head sideways and looked at the white-clothed young man whose robes were fluttering on the stage. Even under the attack from two sides, he did not fall into a disadvantage, but became more and more like a fish in water.

Why is it him again.

His master is Yijian Chaosheng, who is famous all over the world. His talent is infinitely better than his own. Wen An, whom he has never been able to please, will cheer for him, even his appearance...

It's really... annoying.

"Zheng-"

The sound of the ice string pulling suddenly resounded, and in an instant, several off-string arrows were shot at Wen Chuyi. The speed was so fast that the disciples watching the battle could only see afterimages. to them.

The speed of the Frost Arrow was too fast, Wen Chuyi couldn't dodge the dodge, so he could only hold up the Flying Star Sword to resist. Although Li Buxun was a half-step Golden Core like him, his strength was already comparable to that of a monk in the Golden Core Stage .

With the power of the ice arrow, Wen Chu turned sideways towards Li Buxun. The distance between the two was greatly opened by the ice arrow just now. Behind him was the ice edge piercing rain of the ice luan, which lasted for a long time. If he can't keep it straight, he will be in a tight spot, so what he has to do now is to shorten the distance between the two of them as much as possible, otherwise his sword will not be able to attack Li Buxun.

And looking at Li Buxun's appearance, he didn't think it meant a long and protracted battle. The ice bow in his hand also needed great spiritual support, not to mention that he also had an ice luan.

Both sides were wary of each other, feeling the cold air approaching behind them, Wen Chuyi caught a cloud of ice-colored mist from the corner of his eye. The arms and legs of the big octopus were frozen into ice blocks by this ice fog, and the flames could not It dispels, presumably not an ordinary fog.

But there were several ice arrows piercing the air in front of him. As the saying goes, there are wolves in front and tigers in the back. In the light of the electric flint, he calmed down, stopped and exerted his strength. He used the ice arrows as a ladder to step up. The whole movement was extremely Hurry up, but with an eye-catching effort, he has already appeared in mid-air.

There was silver-purple lightning lingering on the Flying Star Sword. Wen Chuyi held the sword with one hand and swooped down towards Bingluan. His long black hair was blown up by the wind, his jade-like face was focused, and his light-colored lips were pursed. Compared to Li Buxun who holds a bow, Bingluan is better at breaking through.

The Bingluan below found Wen Chuyi through Li Buxun's spiritual thoughts. Its huge wings spread rapidly, but it was too late to avoid it. A deep and visible scar was drawn on the beautiful back, ice blue. His blood dripped down on the ring, and a layer of frost condensed at a uniform speed. This was Wen Chuyi's hand, otherwise Bingluan would have been split in half long ago.

This Bingluan is considered a very rare transformation spirit nowadays. Wen Chuyi controlled his strength. Although it looked serious, but with the powerful healing power of the transformation spirit, he could heal within a few days of cultivation.

Bingluan let out a shrill cry, swayed and landed on the ring, temporarily losing her fighting power.Wen Chuyi jumped off its back and continued to approach Li Buxun. As the distance between the two shortened, Li Buxun's nostrils fluttered, and his face, which had no expression even when he saw that his spirit had been injured, suddenly appeared. Variety.

The fingers that hooked Bingxian paused slightly, allowing Wen Chuyi to approach, the closer he was, the more radiant his originally dark and unfocused eyes, he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just stammered and bluntly. The voice said, "I, want, your jerky."

"Huh?" Wen Chuyi's serious expression was stunned by this nonsensical words for a moment, and even his movements were sluggish, "Beef jerky?"

"Well, I smell it, it's very, very fragrant." Li Buxun slowly put down his hand holding the ice bow, staring at Wen Chuyi's waistband, his eyes showed serious desire.

Wen Chuyi raised his hand and sniffed it. It seemed that there was a faint smell of beef jerky. He looked at Li Buxun again, suddenly confused about where he was going.

The audience in the audience and the elders sitting behind were equally confused as Wen Chuyi, but the conversation between the two was short, and it was over before they could hear it clearly.

"Cough, I'll give you a bag when it's over." Wen Chuyi looked at the simple ice bow and signaled with his eyes, so they should continue to compete now.

Li Buxun followed his gaze and saw his own bow, nodded clearly, he understood.

As soon as Wen Chu saw the person nodded, he raised his sword and rushed towards him with confidence. The sound of the collision between the sword and the ice bow was very clear. Li Buxun raised the ice bow to block the Flying Star Sword. He bent down until he knelt on the ground with one knee, and then fell to the ground expressionlessly, holding the sword in his hand, with a confused expression on his face, and Wen Chuyi, who was completely speechless, standing on the ring.

Wen Chuyi looked at Li Buxun who closed his eyes and "playing dead" on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, his breathing was so even, those who didn't know it thought he was asleep.

"That... are you really not going to get up?" Wen Chuyi couldn't help but make a sound when he heard that the elder was counting down. He really didn't understand the reason why Li Buxun did this. Guess it has something to do with his beef jerky.

No, is his cooking skill good enough to be comparable to Tian Cai Di Bao? !

Wen Chuyi didn't understand, but he planned to give him a few more bags after stepping down.

Wen Chuyi looked at Li Buxun with caring eyes, this unlucky boy, I hope he will not regret it afterwards.

"Xuanjianzong Wen Chu won the first victory."

He untied the small cloth bag at his waist and gave it to Li Buxun. After he took it with one hand, he limped past Wen Chuyi pretending to be injured and weak. Wen Chuyi could feel his intentions. , but I have to tell the truth, his acting skills are really terrible, even worse than Yun Shiqing.

And just when Li Buxun was a few steps away from him, he suddenly said something softly, Wen Chuyi suddenly turned around, opened his eyes and looked at the stiff and awkward figure in disbelief, what he just said "Wori, your uncle", right?

Say it? !

This person looks at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, why is he still cursing behind his back!And he heard it!

Wen Chu's impression of Li Buxun changed, and he didn't expect him to be such a person.

Just after the results of the battle between the two came out, Ye Cheng announced the start of the last match of the exchange meeting, "The last match, Wen Chuyi of the Xuanjian Sect, will face Yun Bixiao of the Yushui Sect."

"Fellow Daoist Wen," Yun Bixiao, dressed in vermilion student clothes, walked slowly across from Wen Chu, opened the jade fan to cover the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of charming fox eyes, just like a mature fox. The fine demon cultivator, "Please give me your advice."

Wen Chuyi collected his thoughts, pulled a sword flower, and stretched his fingers, "Fellow Daoist Yun, please enlighten me."

The side of the beauty picture painted on the jade fan was facing Wen Chuyi, and he slapped the fan lightly, as if endowing the folding fan with a strange power, which made people feel uneasy for no reason, and Wen Chuyi couldn't help but look at it landed on the picture of the beauty, and then saw the beauty's eyeballs turn slightly, and met his gaze.

Wen Chuyi felt his consciousness blur for a moment, and immediately realized that the beauty picture was weird. He quickly looked away, but when he looked at Yun Bixiao again, there were two more people standing there.

These changes only happened in a short while. Wen Chuyi's face gradually became serious. He finally knew why Zhou Yuyue's sword was stabbing sideways at that time. He was already pulled into the illusion at a glance, he didn't see Yun Bixiao's other sex in the audience at that time, presumably only those who fought Yun Bixiao could see it.

"Who does True Monarch Yuxu think will win?" The elder leader of the Dandingzong glanced at the empty seat beside him, and then at the leader Hao Yifeng who was sitting next to him, and the leader elder Yushuizong who was sitting next to the master Haoyi, " And Master Dongyang, I don’t know who the two are more inclined to.”

When the leader of Yushuizong heard his question, he secretly cursed in his heart that there was something wrong with the appointment of the elder of Dandingzong, so he caught them two and asked what it meant, but Yushuizong was just a small sect, so he couldn't offend Dandingzong. Can laugh awkwardly.

Daoist Yuxu calmly stroked his goatee, "Both are excellent young monks. No matter who wins, they will be the pillars of Zhongzhou's future. The outcome will be determined by God. Master Hanyin will see it."

In addition to the elders sitting on the high platform, the disciples watching the battle were also discussing who would be the final winner.

Wen Chuyi didn't have time to pay attention to things outside the barrier. He held the sword and moved his eyes from left to right. At this time, there were two more phantoms of Yun Bixiao, which surrounded Wen Chuyi.

The phantom is extremely realistic, and even Yun Bixiao's small movements can be copied perfectly. Just when Wen Chu was dazzled by seeing it, he suddenly seemed to remember something, raised his sword and approached one of the "Yun Bixiao", and his nose fluttered slightly .

Thanks to his half-step into the Golden Core, his five senses improved a lot, following the very faint smell in the air, he finally locked on one of them.

Yun Bixiao looked at the young man who was raising his sword straight at him, raised his eyebrows in surprise, then took a step back, opened the jade fan, blocked Wen Chuyi's attack, and looked at him with interest, "Are you How did you recognize me?"

"Guess." After finally catching him, Wen Chuyi would not let him go easily. The sharp sword style attacked him like a dense thunderstorm without a single stop. Yun Bixiao and the Jindan he had fought against before The monk is different, so he has to play differently.

Yun Bixiao didn't panic in the face of such a fierce attack, he turned out a jade fan and blocked Wen Chuyi's sword one by one, but he just kept defending until he saw the audience It was only when he was his disciple that he suddenly realized that this was his idea.

The black boots stood still on the edge of the ring, raised the jade fan, deftly pushed the long sword away, then turned sideways and almost brushed against Wen Chuyi's face, and in a blink of an eye, he was on the other side. The foxy eyes of Qiubo smiled, "Friend Daoist Wen really shouldn't be underestimated."

"There, Fellow Daoist Yun is the one." Wen Chuyi breathed calmly, turned around, and pointed the Flying Star Sword at him again.

……

"Tsk tsk tsk, you also said that you and his junior brother are pure brotherhood. Look at this posture, it's exactly the same. I wouldn't believe it if nothing killed me." Yun Shiqing held a piece of beef jerky in her mouth, folded her arms around her chest, She made an unladylike tut sound.

"Fellow Daoist, are you talking about the people on the stage?"

Suddenly there was a slightly feminine voice beside her. She turned her head and saw a face with delicate brows and pale eyes, but red lips that was almost seductive. Seeing that it was someone she did not know, she turned her head and responded lightly. "Ang."

"Hahahahaha..."

Chewing came from the other side, Yun Shiqing frowned, looking for prestige, saw an ordinary face, only a pair of beautiful eyes, as if falling into the stars, she looked down, saw What he was eating, subconsciously chewed the beef jerky in his mouth.

Yun Shiqing knew that Li Buxun's beef jerky was given by Wen Chuyi, but the noise was so loud that her brain ached, so she said, "Brother, let's eat something, it's easy to find a Taoist partner, be careful there are no female nuns I like you."

Li Buxun's eyes fell from the stage to the female cultivator beside him, his mouth movements remained unchanged, but his footsteps slowly moved to the side.

Yun Shiqing: ...

She put her eyes on the stage again, and Wen Chuyi's fierce offensive remained unchanged. From the outside, it seemed that he was pressing Yun Bixiao to fight, but Yun Shiqing knew her brother's moves, and was a little surprised that Wen Chuyi could do so Finding him accurately, it seems that it is hard to say who will win in the end.

Wen Chuyi's defense is attacking. In the last game, he didn't use up much energy, so even after so long of continuous high-intensity input, he still had some strength left.

Seeing that the phantom really didn't work for him, Yun Bixiao twirled the jade fan on his slender fingertips, and the beauty picture faced Wen Chuyi again.

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