Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 232 Chapter 232
More importantly, this is not an ordinary real sword, but a real sword that can be used in the realm of Xuanzhen, and its value is not weaker than that of a fairy sword.

It turns out that she is not a waste, even if she is a fellow practitioner of two veins, even if her cultivation level is really unable to improve a little bit, she is definitely not a waste with this skill of refining weapons!
Thinking of how proud he was in front of Lu Qingli before, Jiang Ziyun was ashamed and ashamed.

Thinking about the previous defeat, her heart was even more depressed. Her long-standing pride and conceit were all shattered at this moment.

Jiang Xianyun beside him also widened his eyes again.Only then did he realize that it turned out that this time he really didn't pretend to be out of the dust, but was confident.

Immediately afterwards, he took another look at his precious apprentice gratefully.Fortunately, she didn't say that if you want to make a real sword, I will eat the Zangfeng sword. The teacher eats a table, and you can grind it with your teeth if you can't chew it. This is a sword, and you can't grind it. what.

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True sword!In the midst of the battle, Shen Yutang's expression changed drastically.

He didn't have time to think about it, and while fighting his fate to turn his true essence and condense his body-protecting energy, he slashed out the long sword with all his might.

"Boom!" The next moment, the two sword beams slashed fiercely together, making a loud thunderous noise, which made the entire competition stage tremble.

The protective energy on Shen Yutang's body was instantly shattered, and he flew out of the competition stage with a muffled groan.In mid-air, he spit out a mouthful of blood on his back.

Even though they knew that the quality of the real sword in Lu Qingli's hand was extraordinary, everyone was still shocked by its power when they saw it, and they were silent for a long time.

"Accepted." Lu Qingli's voice sounded.

Although she really didn't want to hurt Shen Yutang, but with her current Xuanzhen initial cultivation base, even with a real sword in hand, it would not be easy to break through the opponent's protective energy, and she had to go all out to do it.

So Shen Yutang was still unavoidably injured, and she felt somewhat regretful.

"If I hadn't fought first, you might not have won me." Shen Yutang was not seriously injured, so he stood up quickly and said with a sullen face.

No matter what the reason is, it is not a glorious thing to lose to a Xuanzhen, no matter how gentle he is, he will not be convinced in his heart.

He believed that if Lu Qingli hadn't consumed too much real energy in the last match, even if Lu Qingli had a real sword in hand, she would definitely not be his opponent.

"Maybe." Lu Qingli smiled slightly, noncommittal.

Seeing her disapproval, Shen Yutang was even more unwilling, but the competition was over, and he had no choice but to turn around angrily.

Only then did the people around come to their senses, and applauded one after another.

Although this duel itself didn't have much of a bright spot, it was a great reward to see the power of Lu Qingli's real sword.

"In this competition, Lu Qingli wins the Supreme Dao Sect." While announcing the result, the referee looked at the ugly sword in Lu Qingli's hand greedily.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that it is so ugly that it is full of charm, mysterious and unpredictable, and at the same time it is so ugly that it makes people shake their hearts.

"Senior, do you want to lend it to you and take it home to take a look at it slowly?" Lu Qingli asked amusedly, seeing the little old man's eyes were so straight that his saliva was about to flow out.

It's just a real sword, and it's such an ugly real sword that she can't bear to look directly at it. It actually made him so envious. They all stared out.

"Okay, okay, I have lived such a long time, I have never seen such a beautiful and natural sword, this sword should only exist in the sky, how many times can there be in the world, a good sword, a good sword." The old man's eyes were shining and he nodded again and again, which was Si Hao's generous words of praise.

(End of this chapter)