The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

Miao Suwen defeated the Western Region monk with a palm. He couldn't believe it. His small face was full of surprise, but he was quickly replaced by excitement.

　　 Her eyes searched among the crowd, and she quickly locked onto Liang Yan's position, her big eyes looked like she was expecting approval.

　　 Liang Yan nodded slightly, and secretly said in his heart: "It's really a world of difference whether there is true evangelism or not. This person is a casual cultivator. Although he has the cultivation level of the three-level peak of refining Qi, it is just a realm of paper."

　　 Miao Suwen defeated the ringmaster of this ring, and he was naturally promoted to become the new ringmaster.

　　 Several court officials came on stage immediately and asked about Miao Suwen's roots and feet. According to the rules of this "Water and Land Law Conference", participants do not need to register, but those who become the champion must record in detail. Not only one's own orthodoxy, but also the roots and feet must be recorded clearly.

　　Miao Su asked with a difficult face. She was originally the only daughter of Taichang Siqing, a member of the third rank of the Zheng Dynasty. This time she sneaked out of her home, how dare to report her origin?

Liang Yan's lips moved slightly, and he passed over to Miao Suwen in secret. Miao Suwen was hesitating. Hearing Liang Yan's transmission, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he yelled: "I am Xiao Nanshan Qingxu Guanxiangpao. The fifth disciple under the real seat, the Taoist name Suhuizi!"

The officials recorded on that stage looked at each other after listening to them. Obviously they had never heard of a "truth like a real man", but there were too many people participating in the "Water and Land Fa Conference" this time. , There are simply too many to count.

　　 Obviously it was not the first time that those people encountered this situation, and they honestly recorded it when they heard that, and then stepped off the stage and announced that the challenge was going on.

Since then, some people have come to the stage to challenge, but most of them are some casual cultivators who have not passed the first threshold of the Qi refining period. Even if some people talk about spiritual power alone, they are much more vigorous than Miao Suwen, but when it comes to fighting skills, How can we keep up with the mysticism of "Heartless Will"?

Miao Suwen herself became more confident in the Vietnam War. When she first came, she still regarded these people as masters, but now that after a lap, she gradually finds that these people are just a little fancy posture. In fact, they are all flawed. Can't stop one's own two tricks.

　　 In just one hour, more than a dozen people were defeated, and the name of "True Suhui" in this arena was also spread.

Many people who watched the battle in other arenas were attracted. After all, this "True Suhui" looked like a sixteen-year-old boy. The so-called "Hero was born," everyone is obviously more impressed. interest.

Just when the ring was surrounded by water, a voice suddenly smiled in the crowd: "Like a real person? What a coincidence! This person is my best friend, but I don't know when he will accept it. Such a handsome disciple."

　　 The sound was not loud, but it seemed especially clear among the noisy crowd. Everyone present didn't know what was going on. They were stunned to hear this sentence intact, as if it had been directly printed in my heart.

　　 As soon as the voice fell, a figure jumped onto the ring. This person is wearing a snow-white straight robe, a peach blossom auspicious cloud tape around his waist, a folding fan in his hand, his hair tied with a bamboo hairpin, and his face is pretty handsome.

　　 "Under the'Peach and Playboy' Zhou Jin, speaking of it, he is also a friend of the same generation as Ling Shi, you can call me a little uncle."

　　 Zhou Jin said that he put his left hand behind him, and shook his right folding fan. From a distance, he looked like a stubborn son of the world.

　　Miao Suwen was annoyed when he heard it, so he took a sip and said in his heart: "What kind of stuff are you? An dare to talk to your husband's peers!"

　　 She didn't say much, she directly used "Heart Undecided Method", a light blue spiritual force appeared on her fist, and then she strode forward and punched Zhou Jin.

　　 Zhou Jin laughed when he saw this. He just turned around and avoided Miao Suwen's punch. At the same time, he folded a fan in his hand and laughed again: "Qing Ben, how can I be conceited?"

　　 As soon as he uttered these words, Miao Su asked knew that he was disguising herself as a man, and the person in front of her had seen through it. She was angry in her heart and couldn't help speeding up her posture a few more times, her fists danced vigorously, but the white-clothed man could always escape when she didn't allow her hair, and occasionally chanted a poem with Xing Xing and composed a poem, which was quite romantic. Posture.

Liang Yan frowned slightly as he watched from the audience. Zhou Jin's cultivation level has reached the eighth level of Qi refining, and the exercises used are quite mysterious. It is definitely not those who can't tell the truth about it. This round of competition. Miao Suwen has absolutely no chance of winning.

　　 He originally planned to ask Miao Suwen to greet her when she suffered a loss on stage, so as to save this little Nizi from being arrogant after winning a few games in a row and not knowing the truth about others.

However, Zhou Jin on the court became more and more excessive. He actually started to laugh at Miao Su's question, such as "The girl is so thin that her waist is so thin that she can hold it with one hand." People are tight, is it possible to have the luck to kiss Fangze?" In short, there are constant sorrows and self-satisfaction.

　　Miao Suwen is a serious lady, although she has been a little bit wild since she was a child, she is also a knowledgeable person. How has she been so frivolous?

These ridicules were suppressed by "Peach Boy" Zhou Jin with secret methods. Only Miao Suwen could hear them, and everyone in the audience could not hear them clearly. Therefore, others only saw Miao Suwen's blushing as he struggled. .

　　 But this secret method can be concealed from others, how can it be concealed from Liang Yan?

　　 "What a'Peach Boy'!"

　　 Liang Yan narrowed his eyes, he pinched a magic trick in his hand, and was about to abolish this person's skill, but found that someone outside the court was faster than him.

　　 A black shadow flashed past, and it rushed to Zhou Jin's side almost instantly.

That Zhou Jin just deliberately sold a flaw, deceived Miao Suwen to deceive him. At this moment, he turned around and passed Miao Suwen. He was about to reach out and hug her waist, but he heard the sound of the wind blowing behind him. ~www.ltnovel.com~ Zhou Jin must also have a true biography, and he has a lot of experience in fighting methods. Just listening to the sound of the wind behind you will know that it is not easy to come.

　　 He didn't dare to neglect, he hurriedly abandoned Miao Suwen, patted back lightly, and saw peach blossoms in the air, full of fragrance.

　　 But the black figure didn't seem to be blocked by these peach blossoms. He still kicked it. Zhou Jin just turned his head and saw that a huge foot had been kicked into his face.

"Snapped!"

　　 There was a crisp sound, and Zhou Jin was kicked back and flew out.

　　 Miao Suwen was deceived by Zhou Jinxu's trick just now, and was a little flustered, but among the sparks and flints, he actually saw Zhou Jin being kicked out.

　　 Miao Su asked that the whole person was blinded. Before she realized what had happened, she felt that she was being raised again, and then she threw it back.

　　 was spinning around. When she stood on her feet again and got a little slower, she found that she was unbiased, and she happened to be thrown by Liang Yan's side.

　　 At this moment, look at the man who just came on stage. He is dressed in black, is tall and straight, has broad shoulders, and has a cold face. The only funny thing is that this man is bald on the top of his head, and he has a few incense scars.

　　 After the black-clothed man came on stage, he didn't say a word. He just threw a fist toward the officials who were in charge of the record:

　　 "Some is a lone monk at the Guangming Temple of Daming Mountain, and his Buddhist name: Yuandu!"