"It's been a few days, why is it not our brother's turn?" He Hua sat lazily on the broken wood, watching the snowflakes fluttering, and sighed. Since that competition, Song Dazhu has been dangerously defeated Zhao Tong from Wulong Peak, about seven or eight days have passed. Seeing that one fellow disciple after another, either took the initiative or was summoned by Taisufeng's junior sister, and started the second round of fighting, the fifth senior brother became quite impatient. Who is the opponent? Which lineage? Is the Taoist mastery profound? I don't know it, it's really uncomfortable.

When I was bored, I suddenly saw someone walking out of the Taolin not far away. His face was elegant and angular. His gray hair was simply tied with a thin rope, which was a bit chic. I couldn't help but praise him secretly. No wonder Junior Sister Lu always likes to follow this boy's butt, and he is really a little white-faced.

"Yo, junior brother, are you going to the forest to practice swords again today?"

"Fifth Senior Brother," Zhou Gan smiled and said hello, throwing the Xuanyang Sword over. Before his flying sword was completed, he had to use the flying swords of his senior brothers and others.

He Hua kicked the sword backwards, and was grabbed by him. He knocked it a few times, then put his backhand on the snow and said casually: "You have used this fairy sword more diligently than me in recent days. Why have you made progress?"

"Well, I have some ideas." Zhou Gan nodded and suddenly said, "Senior Brother, be careful."

"Be careful?" He Hua repeated a puzzled sentence. As soon as he was about to speak, he heard a clamor from above: "He San, look up."

"What's the matter?" As soon as he raised his head, a large snowball fell from the sky. With a "bang", it hit his face. The ice edges on the broken wood sitting had just condensed, slippery and slippery. He caught his lower body tilted unexpectedly. He screamed, and inserted it into the snow, leaving only two thighs standing on the snow, swinging randomly.

After he was embarrassed to take out his body, the snow grains fell all over his face, and the cold water in his sleeves slid around, trembling and looking around angrily, he saw He Qin and He Qi laughing and laughing. When he saw his appearance, he jumped and jumped, unable to control himself.

"Okay, you two boys!" He Hua shouted loudly, grabbed a few snowballs and smashed them on the two of them. Suddenly, the snowballs and fogs were thrown away from each other, and shouting endlessly. Even Zhou Gan, the other person, was innocent for several times, and had to shrink his head and run back, but he imagined that the snowball fight was fierce.

He Hua fought against two, and soon fell into a disadvantage. At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed, magic power surged, and his hands flashed green light. He slapped down, and the snow layer half a foot deep in front of him was lifted, forming a snow wave several feet high, pressing on the heads of the two people opposite; unexpectedly, the two snow dolls formed.

"Hahahaha, this is called the devil being one foot taller, the road being one foot taller!!" He Hua was proud and shouted while laughing.

The two snowmen looked at each other and exerted force at the same time. One person pressed the ground and the other person flew in the sky. The wind and snow in this area were taken over. One snowball after another became a shape, densely packed, and the snowball fights became a place for fighting.

At the same time, he pushed his hands, like heavy rain pouring down and hail was dense. Soon He Hua had to scream and ran away with a mouse in his head. He raked a few times before he could run into the house. Zhou Gan was hit in the head a few times before he could run into the house.

"Senior Brother!" Zhou Gan gritted his teeth.

"Missing mistakes, haha, you are so unlucky." He Qi said gloating in the air without any sincerity.

"Little junior brother, they are bullying the small ones by the big ones, beating them, beating them." He Hua said with added jealousy.

"Even if you add the youngest, you will only be two of you. At most, you will be equal. What's there to be afraid of?" He Qin said without any concern.

"Is that true?" Zhou Gan smiled, and one fake body after another appeared. More than a dozen identical "junior brothers" pinched the snowball at the same time, eager to try it. Since the Jiu Taoist mentioned it, his illusion technique has become more realistic. Even people around him can no longer tell it, and he has reached another level. Moreover, it has other uses.

"My junior brother is mighty, let's see how we both deal with them." He Hua shouted.

Song Dazhu heard the noise. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the snow fog being confused. Several junior brothers were playing in the air, and the snowballs were flying around. He shook his head and raised his voice: "Several junior brothers, don't forget that tomorrow will be Junior Sister Lu's-"

A snowball fell from the sky and hit Song Dazhu's mouth, which made him choke for a long time. As soon as he looked up, he saw He Qi turn around guiltily, and put out new and old hatreds together. He was immediately angry. After a while, the second senior brother also joined in.

This trick of playing with snow water is actually a means of driving things. You can learn it when your mind is first achieved. You can see the depth of your personal magic power. Song Dazhu is extraordinary and directly gathers snow into pillars. A big stick with a thickness on his neck is slapped on his head. Snowflakes splashed everywhere, and He Qi fell from the sky like a green onion. He looked funny.

"Taiqing Tongyou, and the purple qi comes from the east. I didn't expect that Brother Qin could understand such a Taoist fruit from the Heart Sutra. It's so gratifying." Not far away, Qin Yuzheng and Jingxuzi returned with him.

"Where are you talking about, your three flowers on the top have broken the mystery, and you must be not far from the true fruit of the Yuanshen." Qin Yu shook his head and smiled.

"If you and I are against the enemy, what is the chance of victory?" The two were close friends, and they didn't care about each other during conversation.

"Four and six points." Qin Yumo calculated and replied.

"Who is the fourth and who is the sixth?" Jingxuzi smiled.

Qin Yugang wanted to answer, but he saw many fellow disciples pointing fingers and laughing. When he saw the two of them coming, he quickly bowed.

"Why do you laugh?" Jingxuzi asked a junior brother from a fellow schoolmate.

"Uh, I'll tell my senior brothers that it's several senior brothers from Yuxu Peak who are playing. We're having fun watching." The man replied with a smile on his face.

Qin Yu turned around and looked at it, and his head was as big as a fight—

"I'll say you guys, just let it go, why make such a big noise? Isn't it enough to show off? It's okay for them to forget it. Song Hanzi, as the second senior brother, you are just making trouble with them!" The senior brother's angry voice was higher than that.

"That's right, they're all old." He Qi muttered as if they were soaked in water; Song Dazhu couldn't help but glared at the bull's eyes, and he was trembling in fear.

"How is the matter left to you?" Qin Yu calmed down and said again.

The three brothers of the He family shook their heads, and He Qi explained: "It's not that we are not careful. It's because Tai Sufeng is not ordinary and is not open to the public. He has found many acquaintances and cannot find out the details of the Baiyu Junior Sister."

Song Dazhu said at this time: "I have tried my best to do this for a few kids, and I can't blame them all."

"That's hard to deal with." Qin Yu frowned.

"Actually, I know a little." Zhou Gan said softly.

"You?" The eyes of several people immediately gathered on him. He Qi said in surprise: "Young brother can hide it deeply!"

Early the next morning, Liu Yun and several familiar sisters accompanied Lu Xiaoxian to prepare for the second round of competition. As soon as he turned the mountain, he saw someone stopping in the air, as if waiting for someone.

"Senior brother!" Lu Xiaoxian waved happily and flew over. "Are you here to accompany me to participate in the competition?"

"Yes." Zhou Gan smiled, and Lu Xiaoxian's eyes were curled like crescent moons, very happy.

"Let me tell you another secret."

"What's the secret?"

Zhou Gan said a few times, Lu Xiaoxian nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and finally asked: "How did you know, junior brother?"

"A friend notified me."

"who?"

"Keep confidential."

"Hate."

Lu Xiaoxian kept pinching the magic tricks, and the Feitian Ling wrapped the white jade at Taisu Peak. Bai Yu shouted sweetly, and the flying sword in his hand rushed up, and soon it became a ball. Logically, this Baiyu Senior Sister was about to enter the game for 10 or 20 years compared to Lu Xiaoxian, and the Taoist practice should be deeper, and it should be easy to win this battle. However, for some reason, the sword light was always a little scattered and could not break the red silk. Senior Sister Lu took the fairy grass when she was young, resulting in her face not changing, but the spiritual energy in her body had already accumulated, and her parents were talented and had a master of Taoism. She had always practiced thousands of miles a day. At a young age, she was a person who had cultivated the Heart Sutra to the sixth level; the red light on the silk was fighting with the sword light, but she was not inferior.

"What did you see in junior brother?"

Zhou Gan thought for a while and said, "The young sister's magic is very strict, her magic power is pure, her foundation is very solid, and she has few flaws. Although the Baiyu Senior Sister is powerful, she seems to be unable to grasp it. The sword-controlling technique she used does not seem to be Qingcheng Sword Art?"

Qin Yu nodded with satisfaction and explained: "Junior Sister Baiyu's technique is also passed down by this sect. In fact, what I teach you is actually the first half of the sword technique. Qingcheng sword technique is profound and profound, and the sword rules at the higher level are different from each peak. She makes the 19th style of the Cold Moon, which is one of the secrets of Taisu Peak. It is extremely exquisite and clever, and it emphasizes that the mind is free from worries, the spirit is quiet and the dust is not touched, and the vulgarity is not stained, so that the six senses can be settled, and one can be broken into ten thousand, but she does not calm her mind and has not obtained three flavors."

The sword light in Senior Sister Baiyu's hand was waving faster and faster. Cold currents surged out of the sword, but were dissolved again and again by Feitian Ling. In the end, he couldn't help it. The flying sword was thrown up and turned into dozens of white lights in succession, poking up and down around Lu Xiaoxian; the senior sister was not in a hurry and turned into an empty air. The red silk danced round after circle, and the rays of the sunlight were almost lit up, sliding the sword light again and again, and it was very well-organized. Zhou Gan nodded. Senior Sister Xiaoxian had grown a lot in recent years, and was no longer a little girl who used spells for a pair of enemies.

The momentum is declining and it is difficult to rise. Lu Xiaoxian is looking for an opportunity. The red silk grows in the wind, and in an instant it is more than ten feet long and wide. It wraps around the opponent. The white jade flying sword has not been retracted. At this time, he is in a hurry and quickly drives the fairy sword to turn around. At the same time, he shoots out more than a dozen Taiqing magic thunders and strikes forward to block its momentum.

The roar continued, and finally, in a critical moment, the flying sword turned back and resisted this move. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the mud and stones under my feet suddenly exploded. The other end of Hong Ling's head was like a snake swept away, trapping him in one go. Lu Xiaoxian held the middle section of Hong Ling with his little hand tightly and smiled cunningly.

"Junior Sister Lu won!" Qin Yu whispered, feeling indescribable relief. The best result in the past was only for him to enter the third round by himself. But today there are three people, but they have not yet been capped. They are suddenly full of heroism. This time, the Five Vein Sword Meeting is the time when Yuxu Peak is renamed!

Zhou Gan looked around and saw that in addition to his fellow disciples of Erfeng, there were many disciples of other races stopping to watch. Lu Xiaoxian is the pearl in the palm of Chaoyang Peak, and there must be many cheering people. The charming and good figure of the Baiyu Senior Sister also attracted many people who admire Ai.
Chapter completed!