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

Chapter 470 Tit for Tat?

Moreover, although Song Chengjun is a bit pedantic in his opinion, he is really a good character. He cherishes each other, and he doesn't want to form a death feud with him.

Of course, sympathy is just his own idea, and Song Chengjun would never think so.

When speaking, Wen Ruyu held her head high, and regained her upright, generous, benevolent and benevolent guru demeanor, with a warm and modest smile on her face, and her slightly deep voice was full of magnetism.

It just fell into the eyes and ears of others, but they all shuddered.

Go to the end, is this what you said to go to the end?
You might as well just stab someone to death with a sword, otherwise you'll be frightened to death by being pointed at like this.

Seeing Wen Ruyu's unbeatable smile, everyone was silent, even Liang Mowen and the disciples of Supreme Dao Sect in the audience were ashamed.

It's a shame, a shame, that the well-endowed Emperor's Sword and the Gentleman's Sword are made like this.

"Senior Wen, good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship!" But at this moment, there was an extremely discordant cheer.

The one who spoke was Qin Shaoyun, who was ordered by Qin Bei'an to come here to cheer for the Supreme Dao Sect. The young master of the Qin family raised his arms and shouted. Not only did the slightly childish face not show the slightest bit of shame, but it was full of words. Excited, admired and envied.

Lu Qingli suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have brought him back.It is already serious that the three views are not correct, and if he continues to hang around like this with the second senior brother, I really don't know how dark his young heart will be, let alone where the Qin family will eventually go under his leadership.

"Next game..." Hao Zhichuan finally regained his energy, looked at Wen Ruyu, saw that he was resting up and had no intention of ending the game, and then turned his gaze to the disciple seat of Jinzhong Immortal Sect.

What was a little surprising was that the disciples of the Jinzhong Immortal Sect, who had been yelling and killing before, were all silent at this moment, you look at me, I look at you, no one left.

After thinking about it for a while, everyone was relieved again.

When Wen Ruyu and Song Chengjun fought, even the onlookers were terrified. They couldn't help clamping their legs, and felt a chill rushing from the tailbone to the heavenly spirit, let alone these disciples of the Jinzhong Immortal Sect?

They looked at me and I looked at you, and finally their eyes all fell on one person.

"Then, then I'll go." The disciple smiled wryly, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "A disciple of the Jinzhong Immortal Sect, Yue Derong is going to fight."

After speaking, he walked towards the competition platform.

He hasn't started yet, but his pace is heavier than that of Song Chengjun who used the golden bell to protect his body just now, so that his true energy was greatly damaged.

Yue Derong is the third disciple of Chang'an sect. Compared with other senior brothers, his aptitude is a little mediocre, and he is the cultivation base of Jindan late stage. Can come forward.

"Brother, be careful."

"You must protect the vital points, and never let Wen Ruyu take advantage of it." The other Jindan Immortal Sect disciples breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the helplessness on Yue Rongde's face, they were ashamed and reminded one after another.

"Well, I'll be careful." Yue Rongde forced out a smile, which was uglier than crying.

"Brother, don't worry, if he dares to hurt you, I will avenge you even if I risk my life in the future." A disciple said with red eyes and choked up.

Yue Rongde nodded, but his smile became even more sad.

If you really want to be hurt by Wen Ruyu's sword, what's the use of revenge, even if you cut him into pieces, you can't make up for the damage.

Obviously it was just a competition, because Chu Qinghan and Wen Ruyu were merciful one after the other, presumably there would be no more life-and-death struggles, but at this moment, watching Yue Rongde walk towards the competition platform step by step, everyone's heart unexpectedly grew. It's a tragic feeling that the wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man is gone and never returned.

But it's no wonder that if you are injured by Wen Ruyu's sword, it will actually be worse than never returning.

"Senior Brother Ruyu, why don't you let me do this?" Lu Qingli couldn't help but said to Wen Ruyu.

She could tell that Yue Rongde's cultivation base was relatively not that high, and the Jinzhong Immortal Sect's ground-level sword skills also had their own shortcomings. With her strength and divine sense, it shouldn't be difficult to defeat him. It will never affect the next match.

"Why?" Wen Ruyu asked with his hands behind his back, condescendingly scanning the audience, as if he was a master of a generation, and asked in confusion.

Lu Qingli was too lazy to answer.

There is no need to ask why, do you really not know what's going on?
Although she really felt that there was no such thing as good or evil in sword skills, she couldn't be so wretched.Please, you don't think it's embarrassing and I don't think it's embarrassing. Xianjun also wants to save face, okay?
"Come on, Qingli." Don't talk about her, even Chu Qinghan couldn't bear to look at her any longer, and interjected for the first time.

"Don't worry, I know what to do." Wen Ruyu could clearly see what they were thinking, but she neither argued nor complained. She just shook her head and stood steadfastly on the stage.

Seeing this, Lu Qingli couldn't persuade her anymore.

Although his pace was unprecedentedly heavy, Yue Derong finally came to the competition stage.

"In the fourth round, Wen Ruyu, a disciple of the Supreme Dao Sect, and Yue Derong, a disciple of the Jinzhong Immortal Sect." Hao Zhichuan said loudly, and then retreated as fast as he could.

And retreated very far, far away, and didn't stop until he retreated to the edge of the competition platform.

To Wen Ruyu, he was really scared. Thinking back to the competition that just ended, his tailbone was still chilling.

"Junior Brother Wen, please!" In any case, Wen Ruyu showed mercy to Song Chengjun in the last match, so Yue Derong also behaved extremely politely, but his expression was obviously a little nervous, and his eyes were full of guard.

"Senior Brother Yue, please. Let's stop as soon as we can, so we don't want to hurt the harmony of the Xianmen." Wen Ruyu said with a smile.

That's it...No surprises, Yue Derong became even more nervous when he heard his words.

Although the cultivation base of the later stage of Jindan is not top-notch among the younger generation of Jindan Xianmen, Yue Derong has also been tempered for a long time, knowing that it is not a good thing to be afraid before making a move, so he quickly forced himself to put aside distracting thoughts, and stabbed Wen Ruyu with his sword. .

Earth-grade sword skills are powerful.

"Hey!" There was an exclamation from the audience.

With Yue Derong's level of cultivation, it would not be surprising for people to learn ground-level sword skills, but what people never expected was that this sword shot went straight towards Wen Ruyu's lower abdomen.

What was supposed to be a mighty and majestic sword turned out to be as dirty and wretched as Wen Ruyu.

Not to mention outsiders, even the disciples of the Jinzhong Immortal Sect were stunned when they saw this third senior brother, who had always been honest and bold, use such a sword.

(End of this chapter)