Eternal Dandi

Chapter 676
"Lingyun swordsmanship!" Ping Qing uttered Qinghe, her voice was extremely sweet, her figure was constantly twisting on the martial arts arena, showing the delicate figure of her body wrapped in a long skirt.

Only now did those disciples realize that Ping Qing's figure was not at all inferior to that of the woman opposite, on the contrary, it was more than a notch better than that.

"It's so beautiful..." Many disciples were obsessed for a while, and looked at Pingqing for a while, and the woman attacked so beautifully, as if Pingqing was not using swordsmanship, but performing a dance.

"Hmph, what's wrong with me about these men's eyes." The pockmarked female disciple felt a kind of sinisterness in her heart, and said bitterly, the movements of her hands accelerated, and every move was aimed at the flat and beautiful Face hello.

As soon as she bit her lip, her studies dripped into her martial soul, which made the aura emanating from her soul chain even more strange.

"You're enough!" Ping Qing frowned, and couldn't help saying, she didn't understand what kind of deep hatred she had with the female disciple in front of her, to let this female disciple treat her so desperately.

Ping Qing thought that he didn't seem to offend anyone in Tianlu Martial Academy, how could he offend this pockmarked female disciple.

"Hmph, Mu Yusheng doesn't accept me because of you little bitch!" the pockmarked female disciple roared, with a hint of madness in her eyes.

The man she likes the most doesn't accept her just because of this woman Ping Qing.

"You vixen, what's so good about seducing men!" The pockmarked female disciple loudly explained why she was so hostile to Ping Qing.

Not only because of Pingqing's beauty, but because too many men like her, even the man she likes is also infatuated with Pingqing.

"It must be like this, what's so good about you!"

"Tell me, what kind of ecstasy drug was given to Mu Yu! I am not as good as you!" The pockmarked female disciple had completely lost her mind, and her movements in her hands gradually became chaotic.

Pingqing couldn't help being taken aback, she was usually low-key and usually didn't speak, she knew that there were many male disciples in Tianlu College who liked her and wanted to become Taoist companions with her, but she never gave them any response.

More male disciples like to regard Pingqing as a goddess, and they are already content to watch quietly from a distance.

Lin Shu in the audience couldn't help being speechless for a while, he didn't know where the pockmarked female disciple got the courage to say these words, and he didn't go back and look in the mirror to see what he looked like.

Coupled with the ugly heart of this pockmarked female disciple, who complains about everything else, she cannot be compared with Ping Qing at all.

How could anyone like a female disciple who had almost no merits.

"Ahem, what is this called? Mu Yusheng's male disciples are really miserable." A disciple snickered.

"Don't get entangled with this kind of woman, if you don't die, you have to shed half of your skin."

"But I know Mu Yusheng. He is really nice to people. Maybe it's because of this that this woman misunderstood her infatuation, so she fell in love with Mu Yusheng." Some disciples were discussing secretly.

"Mu Yusheng?" Ping Qing murmured, and a gentle and elegant young man appeared in his mind. The young man did introduce his name in front of him, but Ping Qing didn't pay attention.

"Smelly vixen!" the pockmarked female disciple said loudly.

Even a good-tempered person like Ping Qing couldn't help getting angry after so many insults. Holding a long blue sword in her hand, she jumped into the air.

"Junior Sister, don't go on like this, even if it wasn't because of her, I wouldn't be with you!" In Yang Haoran's camp, a gentle and elegant male disciple said loudly.

And this person was none other than Mu Yusheng, whom the pockmarked female disciple was thinking of.

Hearing Mu Yusheng's words, the pockmarked female disciple became even more excited. All the negative emotions gathered in her soul chain, and even her sanity became a little disordered.

And under her emotional fluctuations, her soul-locking chain unexpectedly faintly showed signs of becoming stronger, and it was emitting a purple light in a strange way.

And this purple light is the symbol of the best martial soul.

Kuang Mu on the top frowned slightly. The martial soul of this pockmarked female disciple seemed a little strange, and she could absorb negative emotions such as the master's hatred to enhance her own strength.

"Clear water sword!" The light blue long sword in her hand seemed to be integrated with her, turning into a clear stream and falling from the sky.

Each stream was divided into countless streams in the sky, and flew towards the pockmarked female disciple. The spiritual power seemed gentle, but it brought a special kind of flexibility.

This is a high-level Xuan-level martial skill that Ping Qing is proficient in. Although it is a high-level Xuan-level martial skill, in Ping Qing's hands, the body shape and the sword want to blend together, and her true energy is also extremely suitable. This martial skill has far surpassed ordinary high-level mysterious martial skills.

Even many prefecture-level martial arts are far less suitable for Pingqing than Qingshuijian.

"Break it for me!" In the inexplicable anger, the female disciple with a face was already confused. She held the soul lock chain in her right hand, urged by her true essence, and wanted to kill the countless Qingshui swords that were condensed by true essence. Break it open.

However, the Qingshui Sword showed an unexpected flexibility, just like a basin of clear water that can wash away all the filth in this world.

The female disciple with a pockmarked face was full of astonishment. The Qingshui sword actually faintly restrained her soul-locking chain. In her astonishment, the true energy of the Qingshui sword had already wrapped around her body, completely enveloping her.

The pockmarked female disciple was trembling violently, but felt an inexplicable sense of comfort, and all the unhappiness in her heart seemed to disappear under the unique essence of the Qingshui sword.

"This is..." Some disciples were amazed to see that in the martial arts arena, the pock-faced female disciple's originally dark martial soul and soul chain were gradually turning white at this moment!
But the pockmarked female disciple did not resist, and let the baptism of the Qingshui sword, as if basin after basin of clean water, continuously rinse a dirty thing, revealing its original appearance.

But Ping Qing seemed to have sensed something, and quickly pinched Yin Jue in his hand, continuously outputting his true energy.

"Old Mo, what is this woman doing?" Lin Shu asked with some doubts, he had never encountered such a strange phenomenon.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this girl's martial spirit is not simple." Mo Lao's voice appeared, and he couldn't help sighing when he saw what Ping Qing was doing.

"Isn't this just an ordinary middle-grade martial soul?" Lin Shu asked in puzzlement. The existence of middle-grade martial souls is not to mention everywhere in Tianlu Academy, but they are also extremely long swords.

(End of this chapter)