The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

Yu Xuanji and Yan Weixian sat on the chief of the Wushutai at the same time. From their position, one could overlook the whole Wushutai and the disciples underneath.

Yan Weixian arched his hands and said, "Let's not go through the cutscene, let's start now!"

As he said, his gaze swept across his disciples, and he pointed at a gray-haired old man and said, "Yanming, just fight for the first time!"

"Follow the order of the teacher!"

The white-haired old man came out, first bowed to Yan Weixian, and then jumped onto the martial arts stage.

Since Yan Weixian sent a starter in the middle of the foundation building, Yu Xuanji was not good, so he sent Xiang Tianying or Tang Jun to the game. He pondered for a moment, then turned his head and said: "Qiao An, you also fight for the teacher. !"

"Yes! Master."

Qiao An didn't hesitate, and immediately stood on the martial arts stage.

The white-haired old man Yan Ming is the third disciple of Yan Wei Xianzuo. He is the eldest among the nine foundation disciples in terms of age. He is now more than two hundred years old. It's just that his qualifications are average, and he didn't have any chance. After two hundred years of wasted, he is still only in the middle stage of foundation building.

Originally, in this battle, it was not his turn to play. Yan Weixian arranged for Lu Litao, Yun Tong, and three disciples in the late foundation stage. However, in a dispute yesterday, Lu Litao was wounded by Liang Yan with a punch. Although he said that he hadn't hurt his foundation, he couldn't participate in today's battle.

As for Yun Tong, the spiritual weapon she had worked so hard for more than 20 years was cut off by Liang Yan with a sword. How can she fight today?

There is also Zhou Yun. This woman's supernatural power cultivation is quite good, but she marries herself with one mind, so how can she do her best when fighting?

Yan Weixian understood what happened yesterday, and also knew that his apprentice was the first to blame, so he couldn't complain, so he didn't have much to say. Only after excluding the three of Lu Litao, Yun Tong, and Zhou Yun, did Yan Ming, who was the fourth in the mid-ji construction auction, be selected.

This Taoist Yanming has lived for more than two hundred years, and he has long been mature. At this moment, looking at his opponent in the ring, he just smiled, and he was kind, without the edges and corners of Yuan Taiji at all.

"This fellow Qiao, we are just competing in the arena, so we must not hurt the harmony of our two factions." The old Taoist said with a smile.

Qiao An is less than one hundred years old this year. Seeing this old man's face, he couldn't help but feel good, nodded and said, "Brother Yan, please!"

Taoist Yanming smiled again, and said, "Brother Qiao, be careful!"

Although he said he was careful, but the word "small" hadn't been uttered yet, his hands had already pinched a magic trick, and a billowing fire dragon rushed out.

Qiao An had seen him be kind and good-looking, and waited for a few more polite words, but when he saw that the little old man hadn't finished speaking, he moved his hands and couldn't help but be surprised: "What a treacherous old man!"

Like Liang Yan, he was a renunciation halfway through Yu Xuanji's sect, and he was not someone who had no experience in fighting the law. At this moment, although his mind was a little flustered, he still took hold of his position first, pinched his hands quickly, and immediately a black ice blue bird flew out.

Taoist Yanming cultivated the magical powers of the fire element. He thought that his Taoism was not very advanced, so when he got started, he did his best, mobilizing the eight fire dragons like a rainbow, and wanted to take advantage of the opening opportunity to win the opponent in one fell swoop. .

Qiao Anxiu's Dao Fa is based on ice. Although fire can melt ice, ice can also extinguish fire. There is no difference between the two kinds of Taoism, and it is the practitioner himself who can determine the outcome.

Although Taoist Yanming took the lead, Qiao An, who majored in the method of the cold ice method, was most heart-warming and calm. At this moment, there was no panic.

He manipulated a black ice blue bird to put out all the flames around him, and he didn't consider how to fight back, just defending his position firmly.

Taoist Yanming manipulated eight fire dragons to attack for a while, and then gradually realized something was wrong. The young monk facing him was too calm, and no matter how he attacked, he could never break through his ice bird defense.

Just when he was suspicious, he heard a loud bird's song on the opposite side surrounded by flames, and then saw a black ice blue bird flying up into the sky, sprinkling large ice crystals to count his eight fire dragons. Freeze.

Then the bird flapped its wings, and there were countless ice crystal fragments rushing towards itself.

Yan Ming frowned, and his hands were as fast as lightning, and a large fire was sprinkled in succession, greeted by the ice crystal fragments.

Countless ice crystal flames collided in mid-air, bursting out a magnificent spectacle. One of these two cultivated the magical powers of the Fire Dao, and the other cultivated the ice-type technique. You come and go with each other, fighting in mid-air is really beautiful. Many disciples in the audience showed a contented look. Some of the higher cultivation levels also gave pointers to the two's fighting methods and commented on each.

The two fought more than a hundred moves in the arena. Taoist Yanming suddenly missed a move and was given a chance by Qiao An. He even broke his flame defense with ice crystals and knocked him off the ring in one fell swoop.

Taoist Yanming's old face was flushed. He didn't suffer any serious injuries. He just felt that he was defeated by a monk who was a hundred years later than him. There was really nowhere to put an old face, he could only arch his hands in angrily and retreated.

At this time, a soft voice sounded: "Daoist Qiao really has supernatural powers, and the little girl is not talented. She is willing to ask for advice."

A white-skinned, dignified woman jumped on the martial arts stage. This woman was dressed in a palace costume, a red dress, and a guqin on her back. She was quite calm and friendly.

Qiao An didn't talk too much. He learned well this time, and immediately started a collision with an ice bird, hitting the big Xuanqing bird towards the face of this palace-dressed woman.

He thought to himself that he had just gone through a battle and consumed a lot of spiritual energy in his body. Now he is facing an opponent in the late stage of foundation building. It is impossible to win. Only when she tried her best, she would consume more of her spiritual power for the next senior.

The woman in the palace costume smiled slightly and stretched out her hand to remove the guqin from behind, and said unhurriedly: "Brother Qiao fights a battle, I must be exhausted, and listen to me playing the piano for Brother Qiao."

As soon as her voice fell, the piano sounded ~www.ltnovel.com~ The tune was peaceful and Zhongzheng, but it was a song "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud". This music score depicts the green mountains and green waters, white clouds curling, and it has its own magical essence of Taoism and nature.

But when the piano sounded, the blue bird condensed by Qiao An's spiritual energy suddenly collapsed and dissipated. It turned into countless broken ice and fell from mid-air to the ground.

Not only Qiao An, but even Liang Yan off the court was a little surprised. After all, this was the second time he saw Qin Dao's supernatural powers.

The ice bird shattered, but the sound of the piano did not stop. In the mid-air, the wind hunted, and some invisible things flew through the air. Qiao An's pupils shrunk slightly, and he was about to perform something, but Yu Xuanji suddenly sighed in his ears:

"Come back!"

Qiao An only felt a gentle force supporting him to fly backwards. He just left for a moment when he heard a "beep" sound. Looking back at this moment, I saw that the place where I was standing just now was riddled with holes, as if someone had stabbed a hundred holes with a sword!

"It's Jian Qi!"

Liang Yan's eyes condensed, and his heart was too surprised. How he didn't know the intangible Qi Jin that hit Qiao An just now, it was definitely not a sonic attack from Qin Dao, but a genuine sword Qi.

It's just that these sword auras are also weaker! Liang Yan thought to himself that if it was the black lotus sword qi he had issued, he was afraid that Qiao An would have been in a different place.

"Qin Xin Jian Gu!"

At this moment, Yu Xuanji suddenly spoke indifferently: "I have heard that Qianyuan Sacred Palace has produced a majestic female sword fairy in the past 100 years, named Lin Shanjun, but is your master?"

The woman in the palace costume smiled faintly, raised her hand to put the guqin away, and said to Yu Xuanji: "Junior Ye Qing, Lin Shanjun is the teacher!"

"Lin Shanjun?"

Liang Yan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly thought that there seemed to be an invitation card related to this person lying in his storage bag.