These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

"That bird, come here, I have something to ask you."

The voice seemed to come from the golden sky.

It looks so cold that people can't help shivering when they hear it.

Xianhe was sweating profusely, and immediately shouted.

"Yes...Master, I'll come over..."

Then he glanced at the girl.

Luo Beihuang looked at the crane sympathetically.

"Master He, take care."

The crane seemed to walk in the direction of the old woman with the determination to die.

Luo Beihuang was left alone.

The girl thought about it.

"It's not good to be open and honest, but you can do it secretly... Then when? Well... It's all his fault. He said he wanted to come to me, but he didn't come at all! Liar!"

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

After walking out of the courtyard, Wei Tu sneezed loudly.

He rubbed his nose.

"What's going on? It shouldn't be..."

The frequency of sneezing seems to be a bit high recently.

Mu Xitong next to him sneered, "What else can I do, I must have done too many bad things, I remind you to be a person in the future."

Wei Tu glanced at Mu Xitong.

"Sister Xitong, you are not being kind. I have helped you for so long, and you think I am this kind of person?"

"Oh? Could it be that you are still a good person?"

"A good person will not tell the world that he is a good person. He is just unknown, silently accepting other people's comments and malicious eyes."

"Snapped."

Mu Xitong angrily slapped the boy on the back of the head.

"I really know how to put gold on my face, hurry up, don't be late."

The group soon arrived at Daping where Lu Chenzong was practicing.

At this moment, there are already many people around, and there are still many young people who have been eliminated, but all want to see a high-level duel.

Those disciples, including those of Lu Chenzong, are looking forward to seeing a wonderful duel, which will benefit their own practice.

Including their opponents today, the disciples of Tianyi Shuixie have already arrived on the other side.

Yuan Jianzong and his party quickly left the scene, and Wei Tu seemed more or less undisciplined as usual.

"Yuan Jianzong, is the Tianyi Water Pavilion all here?"

Lu Chenzong's elder asked aloud.

"It's all here."

"It's all there."

"Then give your order."

Qiao Zhiheng and Miao Miao's senior brother Jing Yong stepped forward to give the list.

The wind blows over the flags on the edge of Daping, bulging and fluttering with the wind.

The dust on the ground was blown, and the gravel rolled under the sunlight shining with subtle light.

The elder with the white beard said loudly.

"First of all, Tianyi Waterside Pavilion, Jing Yong vs. Yuan Jianzong... Qiao Zhiheng."

This is a situation that many people can expect.

Those who play first are all candidates who are not hole cards but have certain strengths, to make the first step of testing.

Murong Yuantai, who was watching the play next to him, seemed to have forgotten the pain of being dominated by that sloppy boy in the past, and pointed at him.

"Look, it's the same as I said, right?"

"Then Senior Brother Murong, what do you think will happen in the second battle?"

"Hehe, it's very simple. Tianyi Waterside Pavilion will probably lose. They didn't win the last round easily, thanks to that junior brother named Miao Miao. As for Yuan Jianzong, Jiang Ying should be in the second round to further wear down the opponent strength, the premise is that Qiao Zhiheng does not choose to admit defeat..."

"Eh? Admit defeat? I remember Qiao Zhiheng surrendered directly when he was beating you, right?"

This brings up Murong Yuantai's sad story.

He froze for a moment, then faltered and said.

"Ah... Well, Qiao Zhiheng must have known that he couldn't beat me! He was already at the end of his battle at the time, and he had no chance of winning against me. If it wasn't for Wei Tu..."

The person next to him laughed.

"It seems that the situation at that time was not like that. I heard that Senior Brother Murong wanted to admit defeat but failed..."

"How is it possible! Our Nine Swords Mountain disciples died standing up, how could they admit defeat? Do you think they are as shameless as Yuan Jianzong?!"

Murong Yuantai had just finished speaking when he saw the young man on the side of the ring, stretched lazily, and then seemed to notice himself.

Smiling and waving.

Murong Yuantai looked over with a smile and nodded, but said in his mouth.

"What are you showing off! This Yuan Jianzong will lose sooner or later!" PS: It's really uncomfortable to catch a cold, not only to sleep with a stuffy nose, but also to feel hot in the room when the air conditioner is turned on, and cold when it is turned off.

96 I really want to make you cry!

The duel between Jing Yong and Qiao Zhiheng cannot be said to be particularly exciting, but it is still a duel above the standard.

Jing Yong's sword style is relatively open and closed, which seems to be reckless.

And Qiao Zhiheng followed the kind of ingenious, round and transparent type.

The two collided like a needle point against a wheat awn, and there was still quite a commotion on the Daping.

Jing Yong's opening and closing made the ring dusty, but before that, Qiao Zhiheng carried out his own ideas.

It's not to frustrate his sharpness when he comes up, but to use his own experience and solid state to resist the opponent's sharp attack.

One sword after another seemed to cut through the air and leave marks that could not be healed.

And Qiao Zhiheng was also very vigilant and tried his best to resist, fighting from one side of the field to the other, which was quite normal in the duel between these two people.

The sword light falling all over the sky, and the traces appearing on the ground one after another, seemed to be telling the anxiety of the scene and the closeness of the strength of the two.

Mu Xitong who was beside him asked curiously.

"Wei Tu, Qiao Zhiheng's realm should be higher than that of Jing Yong. How could it seem that he was so back and forth, even as if Qiao Zhiheng was still at a disadvantage."

Wei Tu looked at the anxiety on the scene and said calmly.

"Sister Xitong, you are not good at fighting people, so I don't know. In fact, this kind of thing depends on personal style."

"I thought I had a personal style in my clothes."

"How can it be so superficial? Of course it has a style, such as Jing Yong's aggressiveness. And the purpose of coming up is very clear, which is to make Senior Brother Qiao overwhelmed at the beginning, show his flaws, and then go all out. Senior Brother Qiao I like to show my sharpness as soon as I come up, so it hits the opponent's arms, but fortunately, Senior Brother Qiao's realm and experience can resist it. So now I can still support it. Don't look at it. There are back and forth, after ten rounds, the scene will be shattered. To start changing."

In fact, before Wei Tu had finished speaking this sentence for ten rounds, there was a very obvious change in the scene.

"clang!!"

This is a powerful slash by Jing Yong leaping high.

The surge of Jianguang seemed to bury Qiao Zhiheng in it.

But when the huge sword light fell to the ground, Qiao Zhiheng just stepped back three steps. He didn't stick to the shackles of whether it would be embarrassing to step back when confronting the sword.

After three steps, he dodged the opponent's sharp edge, and Jing Yong, who missed the sword, wanted to take a breath and chase Qiao Zhiheng as before.

But unfortunately, Jing Yong frowned, and he suddenly found that his energy storage was not enough.

In other words, the next sword became sluggish for a short moment, really just a very short moment.

But Qiao Zhiheng caught it keenly, he seemed to see through everything, at this moment...

The other party didn't have time to mention this breath, but Qiao Zhiheng's breath was extremely abundant.

Jing Yong raised his head, but was surprised to find that Qiao Zhiheng had appeared in front of him.

He could only sweep the long sword subconsciously, but Qiao Zhiheng instantly turned over and jumped up in front of him.

Passing by for a moment, Jing Yong's great sword swept up dust all over the ground, and he already knew that Qiao Zhiheng appeared behind him.

"boom!"

He wanted to know his mistakes and repent, and the moment he turned around, a huge force came from behind him.

With the pain in his shoulder, the moment he turned over, Qiao Zhiheng was like a maggot attached to the bone, grasping the weakest moment and giving the opponent the heaviest and real blow.

One step out, the air wave overturned.

Jing Yong couldn't stop, he rolled over until there was no way to retreat.

"Boom!!"

The sword plunged into the floor above his shoulders, making it impossible for him to dodge any longer.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Qiao Zhiheng staring at himself panting heavily. He looked at himself, and the bright sword light dangled in his peripheral vision.

Hard-edged.

Jing Yong sighed and closed his eyes.

"Get up."

Qiao Zhiheng said slowly, reaching out his hand.

Jing Yong hesitated for a moment, but still held Qiao Zhiheng's hand and stood up.

The outcome of this round has been decided, in this short moment.

When Jing Yong stepped down, the opponent's No.2 choice also appeared.

"Tianyi Water Pavilion, Wang Yao is on stage."

And almost at the same time, Qiao Zhiheng said to the referee, "I admit defeat."

After all, it was not the first time that Qiao Zhiheng conceded defeat, but this time it happened to be when Wang Yao took the stage.

"Could it be that Qiao Zhiheng doesn't bother fighting women?"

"Who are you looking down on!"

"You look down on women, don't you!"

"Who said women can't be beaten!"

"Your mother is still a woman!"

Qiao Zhiheng said politely to Wang Yao who came on stage, "I'm sorry girl, I'm a little tired, so I won't fight."

Wang Yao blinked and looked at Qiao Zhiheng, but she was not surprised at all.

"That's it, but I still want to get to know you, Young Master Qiao. It seems a pity."

Qiao Zhiheng looked at each other calmly.

"There are many ways to meet someone, not just here."

"Oh~ so Mr. Qiao really wants to know me too?"

As soon as this conversation came up, Qiao Zhiheng felt something was inexplicably wrong.

So the people on the sidelines began to feel wrong.