My disciples are all geniuses

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know. The master of this black-faced woman is also downstairs. I don't know which family she belongs to."

"Maybe she has some skills."

There were discussions outside the arena, and those who placed bets were all waiting for a good show.

Xia Xiaoman was doing warm-up exercises on the ring, stretching her body.

Qiu Bailu was sitting there, her face calm, but her heart was nervous.

"Sister Bailu."

Xiao Hongyin came over and asked, "Xiaoman wants to fight?"

"Yeah."

Qiu Bailu reached out and rubbed the girl's head.

Yin Liusu on the side had already started thinking about how to escape.

Yin Liusu whispered, "Sister Bailu, do you have spiritual stones?"

Qiu Bailu looked at him.

Yin Liusu said, "Just in case, we can run away with my painting."

Qiu Bailu nodded.

She had quite a few spiritual stones on her, all of which were given to her by her master before. She didn't use them much on weekdays, and wanted to keep them for Xiaoman to practice.

The sword cultivator from the Killing Heart Sect had also come to the stage.

Xia Xiaoman was still doing stretching exercises, and stopped when she saw the other party come on stage.

The sword cultivator from the Killing Heart Sect sneered: "Killing Heart Sect, Yuan Tong."

"Xia Xiaoman."

Xia Xiaoman only reported her name, but did not report the name of the Aotian Sect.

"Let's start."

Clang!

The sound of gongs and drums rang out.

The people outside the venue also cheered, eager to see the two sides fight.

Xia Xiaoman grabbed the hilt of the sword at her waist with one hand. Unlike her usual playfulness, she was focused and calm.

The state of fighting against the enemy and the state of sparring cannot be the same.

Seeing that the black-faced woman did not show her power, Yuan Tong sneered.

Playing tricks.

So Yuan Tong took the lead, stepped on the broken shadows under his feet, stabbed with the sword, and soon approached the black-faced girl.

Why not move! ?

The people outside the venue were all frightened. Seeing that she was about to be stabbed, she did not see the woman move at all.

If you don't hide, you will die!

Yuan Tong's eyes were filled with murderous intent and cold light, and he was secretly happy that he was about to get a mysterious spiritual treasure.

It happened in a flash.

When the two were only an inch apart, the girl grabbed the hilt of the sword and suddenly reached out.

"Square inch kill."

A silver-white sword light suddenly appeared in the field, dazzling countless people's eyes.

Ding!

Accompanied by a crisp sword sound, Yuan Tong's figure had already leaned back, and the sword he was holding had already been raised to the sky. His clothes were torn, and a blood line burst out from the bloodstain.

Huh?

Everyone opened their eyes wide.

What just happened?

Even Yuan Tong in the field was stunned. He only felt a sharp pain overflowing from the front of his body, and immediately stepped back, looking at the sword wound on his body in disbelief.

The black-faced woman had drawn her sword earlier!

Just now, he was not only hit by a sword, but also the sword he was holding was picked up and flew away. If his sword was not an extraordinary one, the previous blow would have been enough to break it.

Xia Xiaoman put her sword back into the sheath, and calmly looked at the enemy who was staring at her.

Although it was a bit regrettable that she didn't solve it with one blow, it was not unexpected.

Fang Cun Sha was her most proficient sword skill. She learned it from the "Tian Fang Sword Sutra". After practicing the "Tian Yuan Chapter", she had a deeper understanding of this sword skill and it was stronger than before!

This move can be unexpected.

But if the first sword fails to end the battle, its effect will not be so great.

But it doesn't matter. The results of Xia Xiaoman's practice these days are not just practicing this sword skill.

Offstage.

The woman in black also narrowed her eyes after seeing the previous scene.

She saw the moment when Xia Xiaoman drew her sword.

I'm afraid. Yuan Tong can't take this person.

So, she looked at the purple-clothed woman not far away.

What is the origin of this person?

There is such a capable sword-cultivating servant.

The black-dressed woman turned her attention to the black-faced girl on the stage again, with a smile in her eyes.

After that attack, Xia Xiaoman launched an attack, and she showed her cultivation.

Transcendental Realm Great Perfection!

Everyone else could see that the black-faced girl did not cultivate magic, but they did not care about this, but were surprised by her combat power.

Even in the Soul-Changing Abyss, not everyone is a magic cultivator.

Besides, this person is just the servant of the purple-dressed woman, and it doesn't matter whether the servant cultivates magic or not.

It's just that this woman can suppress Yuan Tong, who has already reached the Great Perfection of the Transcendental Realm with her cultivation of the Transcendental Realm, which surprised them.

Especially those who suppressed Xia Xiaoman were even more surprised.

This is going to make a fortune!

Yuan Tong of the Killing Heart Sect is no match for the girl, and his dream of extra rewards is obviously ruined.

Bang!

Finally, the back of the sword hit him and sent him flying.

This first battle ended easily.

Xia Xiaoman was out of breath, this man was not enough to make her go all out.

Qiu Bailu, who was below, was also relieved when she saw Xia Xiaoman win. Although she knew that the latter was very strong, she was still afraid of accidents.

She has always been pessimistic and unconfident, and her emotions are very easy to fluctuate, especially towards the person on the stage.

Now she has only won one game, and there are still four games to go.

This made Qiu Bailu's heart, which had just been put down, rise again.

Compared with the worries of the people below the stage, the people on the stage were extremely active.

If no one came on the stage, then the winner would be her.

But unfortunately, it was not as Qiu Bailu wished, and someone still went on stage.

It was a servant called up by a young master of the Demon Sect, who wanted to test the strength of the person on the stage.

With the sound of gongs and drums, the second battle began.

At this moment, Yang Feixue was standing outside the field, watching the second senior sister fighting with the enemy on the stage, and she was also observing and learning.

The second senior sister was a sword cultivator, and she was a sword cultivator who could cultivate sword intent in the Transcendent Realm.

To be accepted as a direct disciple by the master is naturally a person of outstanding talent.

However, Yang Feixue had fought with this second senior sister before becoming a disciple, and knew how powerful the latter was at that time.

At that time, Xia Xiaoman was only in the Qi Training Realm, but now she is in the Transcendent Realm.

It took only a few months for her to grow to this point, which surprised her.

And what Yang Feixue cared about most was the insight of her second senior sister.

It seemed that the insight could see through the flaws of all attacks or defenses.

In less than half an incense stick of time, the second challenger who came on stage was also defeated by Xia Xiaoman, especially easily.

Some people made a lot of money and were overjoyed. They looked at the girl on the stage as if they were looking at a cash cow.

Soon, the third person came on stage, and this time the opponent was much stronger than the previous two, and he was also an individual cultivator. His attack was particularly fierce and fierce, and even Xia Xiaoman had to take it seriously.

Qiu Bailu stared at the stage intently. She seemed calm, but in fact she had been ready for it. Once an accident occurred, she would immediately take action.

At this time, a woman in a black dress was holding a wine pot and walking over. Her charming and charming figure attracted the attention of many people.

Does this person want to contact the mysterious woman?

Until he got close, Qiu Bailu slightly regained his concentration and looked coldly at the woman in a black dress who was walking over.

The woman in a black dress came with a playful smile, and her entourage added a seat for her.

"Chat?"