After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Dong Yiyi stood on the edge of the competition arena, lowering her eyes. Her opponent was knocked off the arena by her a second ago, and now he is falling on the open space of the main peak hall.

The female cultivator in white reacted flatly, holding her black sword horizontally with her hands left and right, her eyes reflected on the sword.

She was reminding herself and seeing herself clearly.

"Don't be careless, for fear of accidents..."

"Who would have thought that a shoe would be trampled off by a body repairer in the Zongmen Grand Competition."

Dong Yiyi let out a long sigh, the white sock on her left foot touched the ground, and the single shoe on her right foot was slightly flat. She re-looked at the entire martial arts arena, but she couldn't find the shoe when she looked around.

She resignedly walked to the edge of the arena and looked down, but she couldn't remember where she dropped her shoes during the fight.

Dong Yiyi simply pinched his sword, took off the other shoe for stability, held it in his hand, stepped on the paddle with a pair of white socks, and flew towards the main peak hall.

The wind is also rustling, and at this time the martial arts arena is filled with disciples from the same sect fighting, she slows down a little, and with a glance, she can analyze what kind of kung fu and body skills this person uses, and which elder he studied under.

She has kept all the public inheritance of the Shifang Sect in her heart, as well as the advantages and disadvantages and the appropriate environment used.

She knew in her heart that she was smart, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to find the formation known as the Master of Ten Thousand Laws to kill time in her spare time.

I like formations myself.

Thinking of this, she knelt down, gently touched the sword under her feet with her hand that was not holding her shoes, and said softly: "My dear, my way is only the way of swordsmanship, you are my only choice .”

The Zongyan sword is a middle-grade magical weapon, and it does not have a sword spirit, nor does it have a spiritual wisdom. This is more like a ceremony that sword repairers perform on their sword wives.

Slowing down and walking for a long time, Dong Yiyi saw a familiar figure in the air outside a competition arena, and this person was watching the battle.

The gray linen coat is Liu Yunqing.

"Huh? Why is senior brother here? The opponent who swept past him just now is a disciple of the Spirit Beast Peak. Given his strength, he should have finished the competition a long time ago. Who is watching the battle here?"

Dong Yiyi Yujian stepped forward and stopped beside Liu Yunqing.

Liu Yunqing seemed to have sensed something, turned his head to look at the person coming, and was a little surprised: "Junior Sister Dong? Are you finished? I remember that your opponent is Xiao Xiao, the eldest disciple of Tifeng. That guy is made of steel and iron, and has a very temper Difficult."

Dong Yiyi met his eyes, and explained politely: "The competition is over, Xiao Xiao is really difficult to deal with."

Liu Yunqing heard the light tone of this white-clothed female cultivator, and naturally knew that her sister Dong from Jianfeng had won, so she couldn't help curling her lips, and smiled sincerely:
"Junior Sister Dong is indeed the leader of our Sword Peak. The first disciple who won Ti Peak in the first round really solved a strong opponent for us."

After saying that, his eyes subconsciously fell on the female nun's hand, and he saw that in one hand was the radiant black sword that he was familiar with, and in the other hand was holding... a black-soled white shoe.

"Uh... Martial Sister Dong, the shoes in your hand..." Liu Yunqing hesitated to speak, his eyes shifted to Dong Yiyi's feet, it turned out that a pair of white socks were stepping on the sword.

She didn't wear shoes? !Where are her shoes?
"What's going on here???" It was the first time Liu Yunqing saw a sword repairman who could knock off a shoe in a fight, mainly because he had never met an opponent who could attack a shoe.

Dong Yiyi was not embarrassed at all, he twitched the corners of his mouth quite easily, and explained: "It's Xiao Xiao, he should have learned something from Tifeng's little elder, this time on the martial arts competition stage, he has been using attack The posture of the lower body wrestled with me, and even... stepped on my feet."

"To be precise, step on your feet first, then use the physical training method to stay still like a mountain, and then use the Taishan Mountain to cover it. After this set of body skills, it is almost difficult for me to use complete sword skills in close combat with him. Their little elder is really powerful."

Liu Yunqing's eyes lit up when he heard this unprecedented move.

Liu · Warlike · Swordsman · Yun Qing.

Dong Yiyi felt the man's sudden excitement, and couldn't help but look elsewhere, and finally landed on the arena where Liu Yunqing was watching the battle.

There are several figures on the competition stage, they are two people and three beasts.

The one with white and slender limbs exposed in a short coat is a well-known disciple of the Spirit Beast Peak, Three Dog Xue Yunxi.

This man is slender like a malnourished boy, but he has the ability to train and raise three wind dogs.The official name of Fenggou is Shanhui. It is rumored to be a descendant of an ancient god dog. It looks like a dog but has a human face.

Now this martial arts arena is full of weird laughter, one falling, one rising, and three rising screams are annoying.

The other is Zhang Yunsheng, a disciple of everyone who is dressed in brocade clothes and jade robes, and behaves dignifiedly and elegantly.

Zhang Yunsheng was holding a gray brush in his hand at this time, and carefully distinguishing the lines on the pen holder, he could recognize that it was the shrunken iron whisk that she usually hung on her arm.

Dong Yiyi didn't turn his head, and watched the contest between the two earnestly. From time to time, he analyzed the function of the yellow talisman thrown by Zhang Yunsheng, and guessed which line of the five elements the pattern drawn on the yellow talisman on her palm belonged to.

The female cultivator in white suddenly spoke at a certain moment, and asked lightly: "Senior Brother Liu... I remember that your first round of the big competition last time seemed to be stronger than your opponent's entire level. The second round of the Zongmen Grand Competition, why did you stay here to watch Senior Sister Zhang's fighting process?"

Dong Yiyi had been wondering for a long time, she always felt that there was some subtle change between their senior brother Liu of Jianfeng and his rumored old enemy senior sister Fu Fengzhang.

She couldn't explain this change clearly, but she knew that it was definitely not the atmosphere that should exist between ordinary disciples of the same sect, or between opponents.

Like two pieces of duckweed in a puddle of clear water, entangled...

There was also the matter of the two of them exchanging their spiritual consciousness before, how could the two of them exchange their spiritual consciousness?Spiritual consciousness has high requirements for the adaptation of the body, how can the two of them exchange spiritual consciousness?Even if it's an accident, it shouldn't be...

Dong·Emotional fool·Yiyi.

Liu Yunqing was stunned when he heard Dong Yiyi's question, and his breathing inadvertently became a little faster, and no one noticed except himself.

He thought through his mind quickly, didn't lie, and replied from the heart: "Yeah. It's because of the trip to the Central Capital. During the fight with Moxiu, I accidentally discovered that Zhang Yunsheng has been fighting with me on weekdays and has been hiding her strength. I guess That’s why I only used four levels of cultivation.”

Mentioning this, the stern sword cultivator frowned, took a deep breath and let it out, shook his head slightly and said:
"If I don't observe her talisman techniques in advance, I will always feel that I am not sure to match her. In the past, the winning rate in fights was five or five points. If she shows her real strength this time, I am afraid that the two of us will be four or six points."

The gray-robed sword repairer added another sentence: "I am four, she is six."