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Chapter 129 Junior Brother Please Respect Yourself (10) Two in One
Tian Yanzong.

In the center of the square on the main peak, a wide competition platform was erected.

At this time, many outer disciples had surrounded the square.

Most of these disciples were below Foundation Establishment and could not fly with a sword. They used the most primitive way of walking, so they rushed to the competition venue early.

Afterwards, the peak masters of the various peaks also came with their direct elite disciple Yu Jian.

"Look, Elder Yunzi from Fairy Peak is here this year!"

"I heard that this elder only accepts good-looking male apprentices."

"Ah, then I'm out of play."

"You can pull it down, even if you are good-looking, you have nothing to do, you are on stage to make up for it."

"Isn't the one with the fastest Yujian in front of you the elder Jiang Yu from Jianfeng?

"Fuck! Elder Jiang Yu is being chased! I'm not dazzled, is that Elder Jiuqing from Xuantian Peak?!"

"Such a fairy appearance, who else but Elder Jiuqing! Oh my god, I'm dead, I'm so excited!" A disciple clutched his chest, looked at Xie Jiuqing's handsome face, and almost fainted.

At the main peak square under the sky, many disciples looked up at Yunji at this moment, with instinctive admiration and yearning in their hearts.

Rong Xuan put on a veiled hat and stood in the crowd, also looking up into the sky.
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Xie Jiuqing stepped on a cold flying sword.

Clothes fluttered, handsome and dusty, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and then landed steadily on the audience seats in the square.

Huai Li stepped down through the air and followed behind him.

In addition, Feng said that dozens of people came to participate in the big competition, and it is rare to see a team of two people like them.

Xie Jiuqing's appearance caused quite a commotion.

Even Huai Li was paid attention by many disciples.

She was so scared that she quickly showed her [-] meter aura.

With so many people paying attention to me, I can't lose face.

"Ouch, Elder Jiuqing is here too, so you don't plan to take another apprentice this time?"

A melodious and soft voice sounded.

It was Elder Yunzi from Fairy Peak who spoke, with a veil covering his face, only revealing a pair of agile eyes.

Xie Jiuqing glanced at Elder Yun Zi with clear and cold eyes: "No."

"Why?"

Xie Jiuqing glanced at Huai Li, and said in an unclear manner: "My apprentice is difficult to discipline, I can't manage one of them, and another one will only affect my cultivation speed."

Huai Li: "???" There was a swear word to greet him.

Oh, it's not too late for a monk to take revenge for a hundred years.

Elder Yun Zi covered his mouth with a chuckle: "That's right, it makes sense for you to say that... After all, your apprentice is famous for making a fuss."

Huai Li looked very calm.

It seemed that the two were not talking about her.

Elder Yuzhu of Danfeng snorted heavily, "In my opinion, such witches should be expelled from the sect immediately!"

The worst disaster was his medicine field. Huai Li ate a lot of the thousand-year-old elixir that he planted with his own hands, how could he not be angry!
At this time, the suzerain standing in the upper seat stood up, "Okay, you guys, the big competition is about to start, don't let the disciples see the joke."

"Yes, Sect Master."
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In the contest square, the suzerain and all the elders have all sat down.

The first thing to do is the repair test.

On the Observatory of Lingtai, there is a spirit-testing bead. As long as spiritual power is input, everyone's talent will be displayed most intuitively on the spirit-testing bead.

Finally it was Rong Xuan's turn, he took a step forward, and raised his hand to inject spiritual power into the measuring spirit bead.

The spiritual power soared, and the radiance of the spirit test pearl was shining brightly. There was a little exclamation from around, and the disciple who reported his cultivation couldn't help but look at him more, "Qiyuefeng, the outer disciple Rong Xiaoxuan, the foundation building is perfect! .”

"It's strange, outer disciples still have such geniuses?"

How did they miss such a good seedling?

The disciples of the outer sect are the bottom of the entire sect. They belong to those who are screened out in the first screening when they enter the sect. All of them are four spirit roots and five spirit roots.

Not many even successfully entered the inner sect, and more of them were fringe disciples who did not break through the foundation establishment before the end of their lifespan.

The curious peak owner immediately took out the test stone and took a photo with Rong Xuan!
puff!
Gorgeously vomiting blood!
"He! This boy is a genuine 25-year-old ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhh! He has no hidden age! this talent...perverted ahhh!”

"No way! Are you sure it's not something wrong with your test stone?"

"You're so confused! How could something go wrong with the test stone!"

The gazes of the dozen or so elders suddenly became hot.

As for apprentices, of course they all like to pick young ones with qualifications.
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Standing in the line, Rong Xuan felt a vague gaze on him through the crowd.

He looked up, met Huai Li's gaze, and the corner of the girl's mouth hooked up.

Just such a faint smile tickled Rong Xuan's heart.

It was as if a stone was thrown on Pinghu with a crash, causing ripples immediately.

Little did she know what Huai Li was thinking in her heart was, hell, her cultivation base has improved pretty well, and she didn't waste a few drops of her precious blood in vain.
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Soon, the suzerain announced the start of the sect competition.

There are three rings in total, and the competition is played in a defensive manner.

In this kind of competition system, most people will save their physical strength first and win at the end.

So there is basically nothing to see in the early stage.

The big competition was carried out in an orderly manner, and the disciples fought hard.

All of a sudden, magic weapons, magic spells, and talisman seals were shining brightly and colorfully, and it was very lively when you came and went.

Now it is Rong Xuan who is on stage to defend the ring and others to challenge.

Rong Xuan's weapon is a sword. The young man of Qingjun holds a sword and stands tall. He is dressed in picturesque white clothes and has a fairy-like demeanor. He has attracted the attention of many people.

Sure enough, the ones who challenged Rong Xuan were all beautiful female nuns at first.

Naturally, Rong Xuan sent them off the ring mercilessly.

The boy held a sword flower, and looked back at Huai Li as if inadvertently.

At this moment, he is so immortal, with a demeanor and demeanor, the senior sister will never forget his handsome appearance.

Who knows - Huai Li wasn't looking at him at all.

The girl was sitting on the chair, her head bouncing, as if she was dozing off.

The corner of Rong Xuan's mouth twitched, but it really belonged to her.

Soon, Rong Xuan had no time to think about anything else.

An outer disciple who was also in the Foundation Establishment stage came up to challenge.

But a few breaths will tell the winner.

The disciple fell to the edge of the stage, gasping for breath.

Rong Xuan was still the same as when he was on the stage, his clothes were not messed up, and there was no sign of a fight at all.

"This Rong Xiaoxuan is too powerful. He is only in the Foundation Establishment Realm, but he has already realized the sword intent. Such a shocking talent must be accepted under my Jianfeng sect."

"That depends on whether people are willing or not. People who are not good at swordsman like to go to Jianfeng. Who doesn't know that all of you who practice swords are lunatics, and you have spent half of the millennium in retreat."

The elders at the top seat became more and more excited one by one.

While sitting at the banquet, the suzerain looked at the figure of Shi Shiran walking off the stage, and the gully between his brows deepened a little.

He always felt that he had seen the youth's sword intent somewhere...

(End of this chapter)