After the big sister was entangled by the devil

Ji Junyao was comforted by Qing Yu, and now she had no burden standing on the stage. Looking at Yuan Moxiu, who was looking a little anxious, she thought that Senior Brother Yuan must not have come out of the matter just now.

The battle between the senior sister of Yanyunmen and the son of the head of the sect was brought forward to today by accident, which instantly attracted the attention of many people. All the disciples gathered around their arena, everyone wanted to open their eyes.

Even the other elders of the sect couldn't help looking this way frequently. If there were not other disciples who were also competing, there would be even more people watching.

The elders also had some basic ideas in their minds. Judging from their daily performance, Ji Junyao's swordsmanship is quite satisfactory, and his victory lies in his righteousness and grandeur, which can suppress his opponent very well in terms of momentum.

However, Yuan Moxiu's swordsmanship is nimble and ingenious, and he is able to surprise and attack those who are not prepared, which is slightly better.

With the sound of beating drums, the game began.

Because of the relationship from the previous match, Yuan Moxiu seemed a little restrained and did not dare to take the initiative to attack. Ji Junyao was also modest, Xiaoyaojian pointed flatly, and broke through the air to move forward.

Yuan Moxiu didn't dare to be careless about the extremely simple moves. Junior Sister Ji's sword style seems simple, but the huge internal force behind each move is difficult for ordinary people to parry.

The sword style descending from the sky can give people a feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai. If the sword stabs from the middle, it can only be avoided and cannot be resisted.

Yuan Moxiu is fortunate that the main feature of the swordsmanship he has learned is flexibility, otherwise if he confronts her head-on, he will definitely lose.

In the blink of an eye, the two were entangled together and had already fought more than ten moves.

Qingyu sat on the seat with his back straight and stared at the stage without blinking, carefully observing the movements of the two of them.

Although Ayao is young, she has a steady temperament, patience, and can bear hardships. Behind each move is practiced with thousands of drops of sweat, but she has less experience in battle, and sometimes it is inevitable to lose sight of the other.

But her swordsmanship is extremely powerful, her momentum is like a rainbow, she can respond to all changes without change, if she tries to hone it, it is not a problem to kill all demons and ghosts in time, it is just the length of time.

Yuan Moxiu's skillful style of play is all about playing tricks, but if Ji Junyao's strength rises to another level, it will be a crushing defeat against her.

The other elders naturally saw it in their eyes, and they were also clear in their hearts.

Yuan Tongtian also noticed the battle situation here. One of these two people is his beloved son who has high hopes, the other is the child of an old friend, and he is also his proud disciple. For a while, he didn't know which one to focus more on.

But he has seen the situation of the two of them clearly, Jun Yao has a limitless future, and Xiu'er relies too much on skills, which is not a good thing.

Experts watch the doorway, laymen watch the excitement, those with advanced skills can naturally see some insights, and the disciples with slightly lower skills only think that these two senior brothers and sisters come and go, and the fight is very exciting. high and low.

With a clear sound of weapons colliding, the two swords that were originally entangled separated instantly, and the powerful sword energy shook the two of them apart, and they each took four or five steps back.

Ji Junyao touched the sleeve that had been cut off a small piece, put away the Xiaoyao sword and punched Yuan Moxiu.

"Brother Yuan is superior in skill, Jun Yao is hard to resist, I lost."

The disciples couldn't tell the depth, they didn't know how the two of them were fighting vigorously, how could they separate the winners and losers at once, and then saw the half of the senior sister's sleeve cut off, and suddenly realized that it was really Senior Brother Yuan who was the stronger.

Yuan Moxiu resisted the blood rolling in his chest, but he was taken aback in his heart. He hadn't fought Ji Junyao for several months. He didn't expect that her inner strength was already so deep, and her sword moves were more stable and powerful. Stop, but I can't stand it anymore.

On her side, except for a little embarrassment from the cut sleeves, her clothes and hair were not messed up, her breath was steady, and she stood there tall and tall, with a heroic posture, which made one unable to help but fall in love with it.

"Junior Sister Ji is too modest to win a game for my brother. I am really ashamed."

At this time, a breeze blew, and the clothes of the two people on the stage fluttered. The talented and talented women looked like a couple of gods and gods, and they cherished each other so much that the disciples in the audience shouted that they were a good match.

It was unexpected that after the originally dignified competition, it developed into this situation in the end.

Qing Yu in the crowd looked at the disciples of the Yanyun Sect who were yelling that they were good-looking, his face suddenly became dark and unclear, his lips were pressed together in silence, and he was out of tune with this group of fanatics.

At the same time, Zuo Changqing on the other side of the stage was also upset. Ji Junyao was already upset by Yuan Moxiu's defeat, but now everyone's cheers made him feel that the scene on the stage was extremely dazzling. crowd.

Yuan Moxiu looked at Zuo Changqing's back, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, the revenge he had had earlier was considered revenge.

Ji Junyao ignored the booing from these people, stepped off the stage and walked straight to Qing Yu's direction.

Qing Yu squinted his eyes, watching the bright young girl walking towards him, the slightest bit of unhappiness just now dissipated in a wisp of wind and smoke.

"Thank you." Qing Yu stood up and smiled softly at her.

"It's okay, it's okay to just practice as if the master taught me a lesson." Ji Junyao said relaxedly.

"If Yuan Shaoxia heard you say that, he would definitely vomit blood."

"Brother Yuan is not such a fussy person. After watching it all afternoon, he must be hungry. Let's go eat." After being teased just now, Ji Junyao didn't want to mention Yuan Moxiu at all.

"Well, do you want to go to your restaurant?"

There are many disciples in the Yanyun Sect, and there is a special dining room to provide meals for the disciples and elders. As a distinguished guest of the sect, Qing Yu has someone to bring her meals, but her injury has not healed recently, and her diet is strictly controlled by the medical hall.

Only then did Ji Junyao think of this: "You haven't recovered from your injury, why don't you go back to the medical clinic."

"I'm going back to the medical hall to eat, so where do you go to eat? I want to eat with you." Qing Yu made his request without any shyness.

There are so many people in Yanyunmen coveting Ji Junyao, apart from Yuan Moxiu and Zuo Changqing, I don't know how many people there are. Thinking of this, Qing Yu felt faintly unhappy.

Hearing her request, Ji Junyao was stunned for a moment, her face blushed slightly: "Then I'll go to the restaurant to pack some and take it to the medical clinic to eat with you, okay?"

"Yes." Qing Yu bent the corner of his mouth.

Because Ji Junyao was temporarily called to participate in the call-up meeting, Ji Junyao's work was handed over to other elders. She was rarely relaxed now, and she was not in a hurry. The two walked slowly towards the food house.

"Uncle Eleven, do you think my performance just now is good?" Losing is losing, but the young woman still retains a little bit of childlike innocence, and she also wants to get a little bit of comfort, especially from the person in front of her.

Qing Yu smiled: "Do you want to hear good or bad?"

Ji Junyao's eyes widened: "Is there anything wrong?"

"The good thing is that it is very stable. It is commendable that you are not in a hurry or impatient. In time, no one can stop you."

"Then... what's bad?"

"The bad is—there's no bad."

Ji Junyao was panted by Qing Yu so much, she said this again with hunger, and wanted to hit her angrily.

Seeing the little girl's aggrieved look, Qingyu explained unhurriedly: "In the martial arts nowadays, there are not many young swordsmen who are steady and steady like you. The disadvantages are often accompanied by unstable foundations, which eventually lead to the collapse of the whole, which is very unfavorable."

"It's fine if you're like this, don't worry." After finishing speaking, he added another sentence.

After hearing what she said, Ji Junyao immediately felt comforted, and her mood after losing the game just now became cheerful again. She was also a little shy when she was happy, biting her lips and wanting to smile.

When they arrived at the dining room, Ji Junyao ordered a few favorite dishes, added one or two light dishes, put them in a food box and took them back to the medical center.

Qing Yu's meals from the medical hall were also delivered in good time, the two closed the door, sat down facing each other and began to eat.

The dishes ordered from Shiju have soup, and the dishes from the medical hall also have soup.Ji Junyao took a sip of the yam soup she brought over, it was delicious.

After a day of competition, it is very comfortable to relax and enjoy dinner now.

He raised his head but saw Qing Yu staring at him without blinking.

"What's the matter?" Being stared at so bluntly, Ji Junyao felt a little uneasy even eating.

"There are rice grains on my face?" She blushed slightly and touched the corner of her mouth.

"No, I want to drink your bowl of soup." Qingyu stared straight at her bowl of yam soup, "I put angelica wolfberry in this one, the taste is too strong, I don't like it."

"But... I've already drank this bowl." Ji Junyao said hesitantly.

Qing Yu still did not speak, still staring at the bowl of soup.

Seeing her persistence, Ji Junyao lost her mind in an instant, and pushed the soup bowl forward: "If you don't mind, just drink it."

As soon as the words were finished, a slender arm stretched out and took the soup away.

Ji Junyao looked at the woman drinking the soup with her head down, her face couldn't help but flush, she just drank what she had already drank, why did she even use her own spoon...