Chapter 116: First
The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!
The blood on the face of the young man in front of him was indeed a bit painful to look at.
Fang Lingqing's hands in his sleeves clenched and clenched tightly, and he didn't know whether to care a few words or just roll up his sleeves and start dry.
Considering that everyone's eyes are staring at them without blinking at this time.
Fang Lingqing took a half step back and raised his chin: "Friend Lu, you are finally here."
At least the momentum must not lose! !
Qiao Wan went straight to the point: "Let's start then?"
Fang Lingqing was taken aback.
Qiao Wan: "Let's start."
In the past ten days, he cultivated with all his strength. This Lu Cixian, who has no family or school, is not much higher than him in cultivation. Why, why is he so calm!
Fang Lingqing gritted his teeth silently, this is not at all the style he imagined!
Qiao Wan preemptively attacked!
Fang Lingqing also immediately greeted him.
With the previous experience of being led by Qiao Wan to run the rhythm last time. This time, Fang Lingqing paid close attention to Qiao Wan's actions, and made up his mind that he would never be taken away by this guy in front of him again if he was killed!
During these ten days, Fang Lingqing really worked hard.
Qiao Wan could feel that, compared with the previous "battle of words" on Lisheng Peak, in this "Battle of Ten Days", Fang Lingqing's moves were much calmer and stronger.
Qiao Wan is fast, Fang Lingqing is not in a hurry and waits calmly.
In the blink of an eye, the figures of the two people on Huazuo Peak were intertwined into two phantoms.
This ten-day covenant, the elders of all families and sects have heard about it.
After all, the Three Religions Discussion Conference hasn't started yet, so I can't involve my family, and I have nothing to do, so I'm happy to watch the fun.
This Fang Lingqing is from Chongde Ancient Garden. This is called Lu Cixian. It seems to be a loose cultivator, right?
Yuan Liu thought to himself, and also considered whether to gamble with Lingshi or something.
He is an outer sect disciple. No one has a more personal experience than the outer sect disciples. He respected Lu Cixian and dared to confront Fang Lingqing in front of so many people. He was a man.
But Fang Lingqing was not something that Lu Cixian could win with his bravery and passion.
After all, this is a gathering of talents from the three religions. Young monks who want to make a name for themselves at the meeting are like the crucian carp crossing the river, Baishan Lake, Xie Xingzhi, and Meng Canglang. Why should they pay attention? you?
The thoughts of everyone on Huazuo Peak were basically the same as those of Yuan Liu.
The elite disciples of the inner door of Chongde Ancient Garden have enjoyed the best resources on the way to practice. The guidance of the world's great masters, if they lose to a nameless loose cultivator, where will Chongde Ancient Garden's face go.
In this one-sided situation, there were also people who came out aggressively.
"I press Lu Cixian!"
The monk sitting in the village looked up and saw a girl with a round face and green clothes standing against the light, with a puffed face: "I beat Lu Cixian to win!"
Zheng Wenliang's eyelids twitched and he kindly reminded: "Senior Sister Luyao, we only have so many spiritual stones left in our academy."
"That also has to be pressed."
The Zhuangzhuang disciple asked implicitly and euphemistically, "Dare to ask this fellow Daoist, what did he like about Fellow Daoist Lu?"
Lv Yao frowned and thought hard for a while: "Because Lu Cixian looks good!"
As soon as these words came out, several female nuns nodded in agreement.
"This fellow Daoist Lu looks really good-looking."
After hearing this, the other male cultivators glanced at the arena and expressed their disdain: "What's the use of being good-looking? Can you eat when you are good-looking?"
Looking at this posture, Duo Duo is a little white face!
The juniors gambled in full swing, and a few elders who were down-to-earth and arrogant also gambled a few by the way.
On the side of Chongde Ancient Garden, Xie Hongdan, the eldest disciple of the Imperial Ministry, turned to look at Qi Fei and said, "Who is the bet on?"
Qi Feidao smiled freely: "I'll bet on Xiao Fang."
Knowing shame and then being brave, Fang Lingqing's desperate practice these days, they are all seen in the eyes of fellow students.
Qi Feidao's eyes fell on Qiao Wan.
As for Lu Cixian, although it's pretty good and he likes to see him, it's a little bit of a real fight with Fang Lingqing.
On the field, the slaughter continued.
After working hard for three days, Qiao Wan's heart has calmed down as soon as she goes to court.
Just like against Li Ju.
The violent and murderous desire in her heart Chapter 1: I hope she can control it! Not only can he control it, but he can also take it and turn it into his own use. Thanks to the blessing of using the meteor hammer before, this sword just made Qiao Wan use it a little bit, and kill it freely.
It was different from the slender little white-faced Lu Cixian as everyone imagined.
On the field, this young man was much more ferocious than they imagined! But this ferocity is not murderous. If you are careful, you can see that this set of offensives meets each other quickly and slowly, and the ups and downs are moderate.
And Fang Lingqing, every time he recites a sentence, the article sympathizes with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and in the blink of an eye, it changes the scene in the field. If he can do this, he is already a leader among the junior Confucian cultivators.
In this last moment, there were thunderstorms, thunder and lightning, and the jade snow flew for a while. How to resolve this offensive became the most difficult problem.
Qiao Wan raised her head and glanced at Fang Lingqing, who was dressed in the wind and posing very beautifully.
Seeing that Lu Cixian was stopped, Fang Lingqing's mean-spirited nature suddenly appeared again, and the young man smiled provocatively: "Fellow Daoist Lu, this is not a 'speaking sword' battle, remember to be careful."
Unexpectedly, Qiao Wan didn't seem to be affected at all. Not only was she not affected, but she calmly asked a question.
"Have you heard a word?"
Fang Lingqing: "What do you mean?"
"Call the villain to die for talking too much."
After saying this sentence, Qiao Wan raised his sword and went straight up, and in front of everyone's eyes, he crashed into the vortex of flying flowers.
In the imagination, the neat and tidy picture of the boy being slapped by flying flowers did not appear. Pieces of sharp flying flowers fell on Qiao Wan, and even cut a thin **** seam.
Body Refinement!
Fang Lingqing's pupils shrank suddenly.
This is really a body training, and the co-author hasn't appeared for ten days, so Lu Cixian is going to go to the death training again?
At this moment, Qiao Wan had already rushed in front of him, and by surprise, he swiftly clenched Fang Lingqing's chin with one hand as fast as electricity!
Only a crunch was heard.
Joe is working hard in the evening!
Then, under everyone's attention, he simply removed Fang Lingqing's chin! !
The whole audience stayed for one.
This is the first time when I saw a fight with Confucianism, and the chin was unloaded! ! It's really...simple and crude, but no one can pick out the wrong thing.
There's nothing wrong with that! Who told these Confucian cultivators to babble all day long?
The disciples of Buddhism and Taoism exchanged glances tacitly, and I have to say, what Lu Cixian did was really relieved!
This play.
Even Ma Huaizhen took one more look and raised his eyebrows.
Well, it's wicked enough, and it's enough to suit him.
But at this time, I don't know which unfortunate disciple it was, strayed from the focus, stared at Qiao Wan and muttered.
"Fuck, so suck!"
This low voice, although it was not loud, was mixed in the crowd, but which of the monks present was not overhearing, this small low voice sounded very prominent when it fell into the human ear.
After the unfortunate disciple strayed from the focus, everyone's focus was immediately taken to the outside world, and their eyes drifted to Qiao Wan.
The young man has a handsome little white face, with bloodstains all over his face. Although there was nothing serious about his body, the fabric on his body was tattered by flying flowers. Through the tattered fabric, one could see a good figure and... good money.
Of course, this does not mean that Qiao Wan is walking the birds in public.
Instead, through the pants, it is very eye-catching.
Everyone is a man after all.
Even the iron-blooded tough guy like Ma Huaizhen just picked up the teacup, glanced at him, his hands trembled, and he spat out a rare spray.
Ma Huaizhen: Pfft! !
Everyone present: Who said just now that Lu Cixiante is a white-faced bitch! come out! This is pure man! The dignity of a pure man cannot be tarnished! This is really a real man of iron and blood!
Someone exclaimed: "How long is this? It's impossible."
On the field, they didn't know that Qiao Wan, who had already thrown off the "little white face" and put on the label of "Jagged Real Man", was still fighting with Fang Lingqing.
The little novice who was closest to Miaofa felt a sudden chill on his back, and shivered while holding his head: Fellow Daoist Lu, take a look at Venerable! Didn't you see that His Holiness's face was turning black into briquettes? ! QAQ
After taking off Fang Lingqing's chin, Qiao Wan didn't give him any chance to press his chin back, and slammed it on the young man's chin!
From the beginning of the fight to the present, under such a high-intensity play, the spiritual power of the two has basically bottomed out.
Can't lose no matter what.
This idea came to mind invariably, Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing refused to give in to each other.
As a result, under the attention of everyone, this battle between monks almost turned into a hand-to-hand fight between mortal warriors when their spiritual power was exhausted.
Qiao Wan is fierce, and Fang Lingqing is not a vegetarian.
You hit me with a left hook, and I'll give you an uppercut.
come! Whoever does not come will have a grandson!
Fang Lingqing stared.
But in the next second, after seeing Qiao Wan's gaze, Fang Lingqing suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
No, he shouldn't be playing hand-to-hand with Lu Cixian!
But by the time Fang Lingqing reacted, it was already too late, the spiritual power had bottomed out, even if he didn't want to fight meleely, he had to bite the bullet.
Compared with Fang Lingqing, in this fierce battle, the young man's face still did not show any fatigue, but he did not show fatigue, but continued to attack!
The moment he reached his body, his head, shoulders, and knees all exerted force together, with the skin refining and Tianlei forging bone strengthening. This time, it was like a hammer smashed over, instantly knocking Fang Lingqing out!
Seeing this scene, Ma Huaizhen, who was leaning on the wheelchair with a teacup in his hand, finally reacted a little.
Is this a combat skill?
In this world, it is rare to see monks specializing in combat skills now.
There was a little **** who went this way before.
pity.
Thinking of that little bastard, the master of the Hall of Fame, the famous evil spirit Ma Huaizhen, showed a smile under Yuan Liu's horrified eyes.
Someone whispered in confusion, "This... Why does Lu Cixian's move look so much like... that Demon Emperor?"
As soon as these words came out, the elders and elite disciples who were more knowledgeable at the scene took a closer look.
It's okay if you don't look closely. At first glance, Lu Cixian's move does have the meaning of a demon emperor.
"It's fake." The other person was depressed.
This loose cultivator should not have anything to do with the demon emperor Jiaying.
He was caught off guard and was approached by Qiao Wan. On this side, the battle finally came to an end. The next moment when Fang Lingqing was knocked out, Qiao Wan exerted all her strength and "shot" out of the air. Out of the long sword in hand!
Seeing this, Fang Lingqing made a difficult twisting counterattack in midair.
The wind stopped.
The two who were fighting on the field finally ended the battle.
At the same time that Qiao Wan's sword pointed straight to Fang Lingqing's throat, Fang Lingqing's remaining bouquet of flying flowers also stopped at Qiao Wan's heart.
"draw?"
someone exclaimed.
No, not a draw.
Qi Feidao frowned.
Others can't see it, but these disciples can detect the weirdness after a little thought.
Just now, Lu Cixian was completely able to break through Fang Lingqing's offensive in one breath! This is... Lu Cixian intends to release water!
As for why the water is released, it is easy to guess.
Fang Lingqing is a disciple of Chongde Ancient Garden no matter what, and Chongde Ancient Garden dared to let him out to play the first match of the Dharma meeting, and it was also a bet that Fang Lingqing would win.
Unexpectedly, Fang Lingqing lost, and the elite disciple of the inner door of Chongde Ancient Garden lost to a nameless loose cultivator.
It is important to want to be famous in the world of self-cultivation, but more importantly, learn to judge the situation first.
After winning one Fang Lingqing, there will be countless disciples of Chongde Ancient Garden standing up and looking for a place!
As for the result of the "draw", everyone's face is pretty good, because Lu Cixian sold Chongde Ancient Garden a favor.
Chongde Ancient Garden, being sold by a loose cultivator, is really a very delicate and novel experience.
Qi Feidao, who had just gambled that Ling Qing could win, touched his face and gave a wry smile.
What he said a few days ago.
Based on what you can do now, ten days from now, do you want to win against Junior Brother Fang?
Gee, my face hurts.
It has only been a few days of work, and the growth of this Lu Cixian is really beyond his expectations.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this loose cultivator won, and Lu Cixian won!
How could Fang Lingqing, who was closest to Qiao Wan, not notice her sudden slowdown in her offensive.
The young man pursed his lips unwillingly, wanting to say something, glanced down, his throat choked.
Fang Lingqing was downcast.
lost.
In a sense, on various levels.
"Let me go, let me go." Leading a group of cabbage through the crowd, the girl in green waved her hand vigorously!
did you see it? ! This is their injustice academy!
"Lu Cixian, are you really a loose cultivator?" Fang Lingqing asked depressedly.
Although Qiao Wan's combat skills are also complicated, and it looks like a loose cultivator learns a little from the East and a little from the West, but her moves are connected very smoothly and freely without any sense of stagnation. There is a faint atmosphere of a well-known and decent disciple.
Unless someone teaches them, very few people of their age can achieve the level of mastery on their own.
Qiao Wan's voice was not too loud or too small, but it was enough to make everyone around him hear it clearly: "I am indeed not a loose cultivator, I am a disciple of the Injustice Academy."
Injustice Academy?
Fang Lingqing and the others were stunned.
Where did this academy come from?
Wiping the blood on his face, Qiao Wan looked down, passed through the crowd at a glance, and saw the cheering cabbage in the crowd.
The middle-aged monk stood in the crowd, nodded slightly, and smiled.
In front of her are the disciples of Chongde Ancient Garden's "li" generation.
She really did.
The sunlight was clear and translucent, shining on people through the clouds, making Qiao Wan's brain a little dizzy.
Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat.
In the eyes of others, Kunshan Yuqing Zhenren was a waste who went through the back door, and now he can fight against the elite disciples of the inner door of Chongde Ancient Garden on his own. From the Cen's house to the Great Bright Hall, this journey has been going around, and now there is finally no need to continue to hide.
Right here, take the place where she is standing, take the Three Religions Dharma Conference as the starting point, climb up!
When she was strong enough, Qiao Wan thought, she must tell the entire cultivation world that she is Qiao Wan! she is back!
The young man on the high platform was as handsome as jade, but his expression was cold and reserved. At this moment, the corner of his mouth suddenly raised into a smile, and his eyes were as bright as autumn water.
Seeing a few female cultivators, she couldn't help but quietly blushed.
Not to mention, this Lu Cixian is indeed quite handsome, and the cost is indeed... considerable enough.
Unconsciously, Qiao Wan bowed to Fang Lingqing, put away the sword, walked off the high platform, and walked in the direction of Lu Yao and Li Juing.
Lu Yao and Zheng Wenliang suddenly gathered around.
"Captain! You have won!"
"This time, our Injustice Academy can finally become famous haha!"
Seemingly thinking of something, Zheng Wenliang quickly took off the jade slip from his waist and handed it to Qiao Wan to take a look.
Didn't they say before that their mountain chief was a timid little white face? ! Does your face hurt, does your face hurt? !
Qiao Wan couldn't hide the excitement on her face, and took a look at the jade slip.
The ink characters on the jade slip are very eye-catching, and it can be seen through the ink characters that the faces of the onlookers are hurting. It is the way the pain is expressed, and there may be such a small deviation.
"Master Lu Cixian! Have you seen it, fellow Daoists?"
Attached below is the image [picture (the real man with iron-blooded clothes, Lu Cixian)] [picture (mosaic)]
Look at the young man's immortal bone and heroic appearance, his tight and thin muscles, his blood-stained demeanor, and the considerable capital that is not commensurate with his slender body.
——This fellow Daoist is reserved! !
- Amitabha, the little monk saw nothing.
——I would like to ask fellow Daoists, if I go to ask fellow Daoist Lu for a secret recipe for strong/yang, I wonder if Fellow Daoist Lu is willing to give it?
Among the dry ink characters, there are several lines of pink ink characters that stand out.
Disciple of Meizong: Oh, this fellow Daoist is really in the mind of the slave family. Come on, sisters, it is now time to harvest yin and replenish yang. If you can't take Xie Xingzhi and Meng Canglang, can't you take down this Lu Cixian
——I just don’t know who is better than this fellow Daoist Lu and Venerable Miaofa.
- Fellow Daoist Lu is still too young, so I will stand next to Venerable.
——Rong Zai said to be fair, Venerable Miaofa must have bigger chest muscles than Fellow Daoist Lu.
Joey: …
Zheng Wenliang: …
Green Waist: …
Li Judgment: Ha ha ha.
Joey: …
fall! She doesn't want to be famous this way at all, okay? !
Through the ink marks, the face of the Buddha's treasure Yunguang appeared in front of him, and the corner of Qiao Wan's mouth twitched fiercely, and couldn't help but frantically complain.
Who wants to compare the size with Miaofa!
In any case, Lu Cixian of the Injustice Academy finally got a sense of presence at the Fa discussion meeting.
Looking at Yu Jian for a long time, Qiao Wan sighed sincerely: Senior Miaofa, so many years, it is really hard ==+
At this moment, a familiar and refreshing Buddha sound suddenly sounded from behind.
"Yes?!"