Xingqiong: Playing the role of the emperor, my brother Jing Yuanyuan

"Yun Rider Xiao Wei Yanqing, it was your master who sent this girl over, the hour has come, let's duel!" Su

Xiang said calmly, and then, took out the family heirloom sword.

"Well, you said that you are a genius girl of Yaoqing, I am not convinced, let's try it."

Although surprised how the teacher could walk with this Su Xiang, who claimed to be a genius girl.

But Yanqing still released all three feet of water very seriously and rotated around his body.

"This master, you can be a witness, I will never lose to your apprentice."

Seeing that the side was ready, Su Xiang smiled sweetly at Zhong Li again!

Zhong Li: "..."

Is the battle of a child worthy of a star god as a witness?"

Suddenly there was a change in thinking.

Su Xiang, on the other hand, had already swung his sword towards Yanqing.

"Cloud Riding Sword Sutra, Su Ni!"

Su Xiang's sword technique is taken from the family's big void sword technique, but the current Su Xiang has not yet been able to play it, and most of the cloud riding sword techniques are used when facing enemies.

The improver, naturally, is her mother.

This style of Su Ni, the sword body that made the secret text of the Xuan Ran sword, wrapped in a golden sword radiance, swung a wanton arc, taking the first rank of Yanqing.

Sword art is always sword art, and even a duel is shot by looking at the opponent's weakness.

"The sword is like a swallow leap."

Face this quick sword move!

Yanqing seems to be at ease!

The finger was erected on the chest, a sketch, around the three feet of water beside him, like a phantom sword light, struck at Su Xiang's uproar sword.

The three-foot water sword shadow is endless, and the plain slash is dissolved.

And pushed her back and retreated.

In just one move, the approximate victory and defeat have almost been divided.

"Su Xiang girl, my Yanqing Master Cheng Jingyuan has deep roots, and now, I have been taught a lot by Teacher Zhongli, if I lose like this, Yan Qing will no longer hold a sword in this life."

Yanqing is not showing off anything.

Instead, he expressed the confidence hidden in his chest.

His roots are simply blessed.

Self-confidence can overcome anyone in the younger generation.

"Hmph, the sword technique taught to me by my mother is not bad, Cloud Riding Sword Sutra Mountain Tilt!"

Su Xiang was naturally unconvinced.

Grabbing the footsteps, he swung the uproar sword with both hands, slashing out one after another imposing sword light, crushing Yanqing as a whole.

It was as if she was no longer wielding a sword, but a suffocating mountain.

Su Xiang has already experienced a bit of the artistic conception of the sword.

Yanqing was a little more serious.

Although the confidence is stronger than this girl in yellow, after all, the age is there.

Even if it is strong, it is not much stronger.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect."

Yan Qing pondered for a moment, then raised his sword fingers with both hands, and stretched out his chest together.

Yikes!

Sword qi swept from his fingertips towards Su Xiang's mountainous sword momentum.

Like countless shadows, overlapping on top of each other.

Zhong Li in the distance couldn't help nodding secretly when he saw this scene.

Yan Qing has already applied the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to ordinary swordsmanship, which is an improvement.

And Su Xiang's Cloud Riding Sword Sutra is also condensed well.

Although these are all family deals for him.

But it doesn't prevent Zhongli from having some fun.

Immediately, the two swordsmen collided with each other.

Fight your sword skills at close range!

Su Xiang swung his sword with both hands, flashing away like neon.

Yan Qing, on the other hand, constantly pointed out with both hands, dozens of fingers and Xu Kuan's sword rays, and sent out at will.

With a whistling sound.

The two fought faster and faster, and finally, calm returned.

Su Xiang gasped, his hands were weak to swing the uproar sword again, and he lowered the sword to the ground.

Although she often practiced swordsmanship with the Xuan Ran Sword.

But the weight of this family heirloom sword is extremely terrifying!

Plain clothes can't last long.

This does not. Physical strength has bottomed out.

"You lose."

Yan Qing was much calmer, and exhaled a breath that was hidden in her chest smoothly.

With a swipe of his right hand, three feet of water wandered leisurely beside him.

In the battle between the two, Su Xiang was obviously unable to fight again.

There is no need for this battle to continue.

"Yes, Su Xiang, the genius of Yaoqing, lost, in the comprehension of weapons."

Zhong Li came over appropriately and commented slightly!

"Hey, the family heirloom sword is too heavy, every time it drags me back, it's really distressing, it's the first time I have tasted defeat."

Su Xiang also lost his temper.

The complaining hands pushed the uproar sword hanging on the ground straight, and then maintained this relatively relaxed position to rest.

"By the way, since you are the master of this Cloud Riding Xiaowei, uh, teacher, can you point me to my lack of weapons?"

It was like thinking of something.

Su Xiang asked Zhong Li again!

The eyes of the water spirit spirit were full of expectation.

"Pointers to weapons? Oh, I wonder if you have ever heard of heavy lifting?

Zhong Li said lightly.

"Lift a lot? What does that mean? Su

Xiang shook his head blankly.

No way, the culture is not high, this is the performance.

"The so-called light lifting should be able to turn something as heavy as a thousand pounds as a frivolous feather."

Yan Qing answered for Teacher Zhong Li.

"Heavy as a thousand catties, frivolous feathers, do you really have such skills?"

Su Xiang muttered for a moment, and his little face was a little unbelieving.

"I won't either, my imperial sword, don't develop in that direction."

Yan Qing said calmly.

His three feet of water basically floated next to him.

Manipulation at will, basically when held in the hand, is used to play.

So the two kendo teenagers looked at Zhong Li in unison.

"Teacher, I want to learn to lift weights."

"Master, I want to learn too."

Looking at the two expectant little faces, Zhongli felt that it was a wrong decision for him to send Suxiang to the duel.

"Ahem, Su Xiang, I'm not your master, pay attention to your words, as for you want to learn to lift weights, there is a better candidate to teach you."

Zhong Li waved casually, and infinite silk threads spread from the palm.

Cover the entire duel arena!

A scene of ice and snow moved.

The real body feeling, the two teenagers who froze were a little surprised.

In the ice and snow, the mirror stream, which had been successfully promoted to structural envoy, emerged from the oblique wind and snow, and his eyes were covered with black ribbons.

White hair flew and walked towards this side.

"Who is that?"

Yan Qing and Su Xiang instinctively felt like falling into an ice cellar, and they shuddered.

It's like encountering a high mountain on the kendo.

His sword intent was invisibly suppressed and painful.

"Mr. Zhongli, what do these two little guys want to learn?"

Just now, Zhong Li had sensed that Jingliu had been promoted to Ling.

The power of structural fate completely calmed her demon yin body.

In other words, Jingliu does not have to worry about the influence of the demon yin body.

Memory is not lost.

Now.

She returned like the sword head of the former peak, full of arrogance and coldness.