Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 291 How to lose with a flying sword on your face?
"I always feel that we may have become a part of their life interest." Lily said while stroking the furry dog's head in the stands.

"Indeed, they're not here to spar, they're probably just here to have fun." Li Yueqi said, then looked at Lily, "Are you sure there's no place for you here?"

"I'm really not to blame this time. I've been very well behaved these days. The boss did all these things himself." Lily said.

Beside Old Tang, Zhuge was also pinching his chin, speechless.

"Is this the big show you were talking about?"

"Just tell me if it's a play or not." Old Tang said, crossing his legs.

"Indeed, it's quite a grand ceremony." Zhuge also reached out and took out a flyer from the cloth bag hanging under a flying wooden kite.

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He felt that he had surrendered too readily. Instead of watching the show here, he might as well have a fight with the guy named Xiao Qing or Xiao something. That guy's fate was a bit strange, and maybe he could be interesting.

But Zhuge also looked around and found that everyone seemed to be enjoying the show, so he didn't say anything. He reluctantly asked Xiao Tang to make room for him and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Xiao Tang whispered to Zhuge Ye, "It was Grandpa's intention to ask you to surrender. That Xiao or something is very useful to Grandpa and is part of his plan, so I'm sorry to have wronged you."

"But don't worry, Grandpa knows you want to fight Brother Zhang, so I'll arrange it for you this afternoon."

"Thank you, Junior Master, for clearing up my confusion."

After getting the approval, Zhuge began to watch the show with peace of mind.

Not far from him, a young cultivator from the Baishan Sect couldn't calm down. He looked at the gorgeous special effects on the scene with envy.

The cultivation method of Baishan Sect is closely related to that of Tianzong, but it is more conservative, and the monks under the sect do not have as many quirks as those of Tianzong.

It is considered a rare normal sect in the four continents.

The most commendable feature of this school is that after practicing it, the spells cast will turn white, looking upright and righteous.

But people love what they lack. All they see every day is white. If they have the conditions, they would also like to see other colors.

The young cultivator from the Baishan Sect endured for a long time, but finally he whispered to the master beside him.

"Master, I'd like to advance some pocket money."

"Don't be distracted, just watch the martial arts performance carefully." The emotionless voice of Master Baiyun came from beside the young cultivator.

"Master."

"Don't be distracted, just watch the martial arts performance carefully."

Listening to the master's unchanged voice, the young monk always felt that something was wrong. He reached out to the side and his hand went straight through the master's body.

"Don't be distracted, just watch the martial arts performance carefully."

The voice of Master Baiyun sounded again.

Little monk, "."

In Qianji Town, Master Baiyun was already sitting in the VIP room of Qianji Pavilion Trading Company. The owner of the trading company presented him with jade slips on a small tray.

"Master Baiyun has long heard of your name. Please take a look at which venue special effects you like and let us know if you have any other needs. The best-selling item right now is the Ink Realm combination, the same one used by Monk Zhang."

Master Baiyun waved his hand and said, "Too serious, I don't like it. Do you have that kind of thing here?"

The real person pointed his finger, and a few words came into the boss's ears.

After hearing Master Baiyun's request, the boss was stunned for a moment, "Are you sure that this doesn't suit your temperament?"

"You don't need to worry about such trivial matters. Just tell me whether you have one or not."

The boss glanced at the large-screen version of Little Walnut hanging on the wall and watched the live broadcast of the competition. Master Baiyun specifically asked for the one that the junior sister was using now.

The boss rubbed his hands and said, "This is the latest model. We don't have it here yet. If you really want it, we can pre-order it for you. It will probably take a few days."

"It's okay, I have plenty of time. Also, I can change the lotus into a blood-red maple leaf.

"By the way, this matter needs to be kept secret."

"Of course, I will never tell anyone else about it." The boss nodded.

Customers are the boss, everyone has some little hobbies, right?

In the venue, the competition based on the aesthetic point of the Baishan Sect monks has not yet ended.

And it’s more like a dance than a martial art.

The circular venue was divided into two parts like Tai Chi, one side was filled with stunning sword energy, the other side was filled with mysterious ghosts.

The two fought between the yin and yang, and the scene was extremely magnificent.

It was quite lively, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two were not really fighting, it was more of a performance.

Everyone had seen Zhang Ze's special effects yesterday, but Chen Qin's was truly stunning.

Black smoke was curling around, and a purple moon was hanging in the sky. With every step, a purple lotus would bloom under your feet.

The inspiration for this special effect that doesn't look like a good guy comes from the title that the system gave to the junior sister a long time ago.

The Demon Sword Drunk Moon.

Speaking of this, Zhang Ze was actually a little speechless, because he almost forgot about the title.

If he hadn't run out of inspiration when creating special effects for his junior sister, he might never have remembered this incident in his life.

When he remembered it, he opened the system and took a look to see what was going on.

After all, not to mention Lily and the others, the fate or life trajectory of Brother Feng and Chen Qin was indeed shifted because of him.

However, Zhang Ze discovered that not only he had forgotten, but even the system seemed to have forgotten about it.

When Zhang Ze found the title interface among a bunch of messy pop-up windows, he discovered that this interface was exactly the same as the original one.

I never moved.

The system seemed to realize this belatedly and started to freeze. The interface was stuck and then it exited directly with a ding sound.

When Zhang Ze went in again, the winding character growth paths, like those talent maps, were revealed. However, looking at those achievement events and tasks that were reissued belatedly, he always had the feeling of shooting the arrow first and then drawing the target.

After scolding the system for being stupid, Zhang Ze received the reward, turned off the system, and stopped caring about the matter.

Mainly because, in his opinion, it would be strange if a person's fate could really be arranged in advance by something.

But to be honest, this Demon Sword Zuiyue is really handsome.

Zhang Ze looked at his junior sister, who was dressed in black, seemed to be taller than when they first met, and controlled several flying swords, looking like a drunken swordsman.

Looking back on the past, I suddenly felt that my daughter had grown up.

As this thought came to his mind, Zhang Ze looked at Chen Qin with an increasingly kind expression, and at the same time, he began to feel annoyed by the yellow-haired man riding on the ghost fire.

Until he remembered that he was the yellow-haired guy.
Zhang Ze was annoyed by himself, and it was during this distraction that Zhang Ze slowed down his pace. He was not paying attention for a moment, and the hat on his head was stabbed off by the sword of his junior sister.

"Good!" Someone shouted "good" in the stands.

The voices from the commentary booth never stopped, and began to make up a story about this small performance mistake.

However, the commentators were not the elders of the six sects, but the two guys who performed crosstalk in Qianji Town.

The elders may have strong professional skills, but most of them have poor eloquence, and it would be inappropriate for them to act as commentators here.

So everyone has their own expertise, and this kind of conspicuous work still requires professionals to do.

The two fat guys kept chattering away, reciting their made-up moves as if they were reading out the names of dishes, and from time to time they would chat about some interesting stories from their daily lives, then belittle each other, and finally bring the topic back.

"Brother Sun, what about you losing four women back then?"

"Okay, stop talking and let's talk about the competition. Brother Huang, who do you think will win?"

"Of course it's Junior Sister Chen. Her bamboo hat has been knocked off. How can she lose with a flying sword on her face? Tell me."

"Oh, not necessarily. How about we make a bet now?"

"Let's gamble, who's afraid of who?"

In the field.

Chen Qin, who had had enough fun, felt relaxed and refreshed. She raised her hand to retract the flying sword, then spoke solemnly to Zhang Ze.

"Brother, let's be serious. I want to test your strength."

"I've been serious the whole time." Zhang Ze bent down to pick up the hat on the ground and answered casually.

"Then I'm going to play for real, brother, be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flying sword that was flying normally just now was as fast as a stream of light. Zhang Ze had no time to dodge, and the flying sword pierced through the hat in Zhang Ze's hand, and the sword energy chopped the hat into pieces.

Zhang Ze entered the Soul Fusion state at that moment, and after seeing Zhang Ze perform the Soul Fusion technique, Chen Qin controlled the flying sword and released the second sword energy. Zhang Ze took a few steps back and reached out to touch his face.

The wound that had just been opened has recovered with the replenishment of spiritual energy.

Flying a sword requires talent, and Chen Qin is very talented. For her, flying a sword is as easy and natural as breathing.

Zhang Ze looked at Chen Qin in surprise. He knew that his junior sister was powerful, but he didn't expect her to be this powerful.

"Sure." Zhang Ze exclaimed.

"I've already told you, don't underestimate me. If you don't take it seriously, you're really going to lose, Senior Brother."

In the stands, Lily rubbed her eyes and asked, "Did you see clearly?"

Li Yueqi tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I didn't see how Xiaoqin attacked, but I'm pretty strong, so I should be able to take this sword."

"What about one, two, three, and twenty?" Lily counted them, but she didn't know the whole number. She just made a random guess.

"I don't know, I haven't tried it, but to be honest I'd like to try it."

Li Yueqi looked at the two people in the field and was eager to try.

Lily felt that these reckless men were a little crazy. If she had hidden herself earlier, she would not have rushed into the tip of the sword.

In the field.

After receiving several more sword strikes, Zhang Ze made a gesture to wait, then exited the state of soul fusion, then took out his sword box and took out the six flying swords contained in it.

On the commentary platform, Huang Ge said, "I've already said it, how can we lose with flying swords on our faces? Now, one, two, three, there are only so many flying swords, so we're sure to win."

"Don't worry." Brother Sun pointed at Zhang Ze. "There's no use having more numbers. We can't hit anyone. Look at that little brother. He's completely blocked without even moving."

"What's the point of defending if you can't win." Huang Ge retorted, "You think everyone is like you, nicknamed Cold Turtle? Let me tell you, you lost to four women because of the Turtle..."

"Shut up and let us watch the game!"

Although Zhang Ze couldn't hear the commentary, he also agreed with the view that turtles have no future.

"Ali." Zhang Ze shouted.

A'li, who had been squatting on the sidelines watching the show, immediately became alert when she heard the call and turned into a golden light and flew towards Zhang Ze.

After falling into Zhang Ze's hands, A'li turned into a golden sword, a sword made of spiritual energy.

A'li also knows the art of soul fusion, and it is good at transformation. Now that it has turned into a flying sword, there is no feeling of discomfort.

After entering the soul fusion state, one cannot control the sword, but can turn into a sword and be controlled by others.

A'li became the seventh flying sword in Zhang Ze's hand, a magic sword that could be hard or soft, gathered or dispersed.

Moreover, this sword can come up with ideas on its own and perform some small operations on its own.

After deflecting the oncoming sword, A'li's sword split into two. The front half stabbed towards Chen Qin, while the back half grew into two large hands made of spiritual energy and began to punch.

With a few bangs, bangs, and gusts of wind, he knocked three more flying swords away.

Then he made a gesture of a grandmaster.

For a moment, the offensive was reversed.

Although Chen Qin's sword moves were fast, Zhang Ze was as solid as a rock.

As Zhang Ze stepped forward, Chen Qin also called over his own phoenix Rongrong to join the battle.

Rongrong doesn't have the same ever-changing abilities as A'li, but it can also wield a sword.

After Chen Qin cast a spell to force A'li back, he transferred the control of all his twenty-five flying swords to Rongrong.

Then a black light flashed in her hand, and a large black iron rod was grasped in her hand.

Zhang Ze was stunned for a moment, wondering why this thing looked so familiar.

"No, how come my master's good iron rod is in your hands?"

What Chen Qin was holding in his hand was the big iron rod that Zhang Ze's master Li Guanqi usually used.

"I just borrowed it this morning. Your master asked me to teach you a lesson on his behalf! Brother, watch the sword!"

The black iron rod broke apart in Chen Qin's hand, and hundreds of small swords shot towards Zhang Ze.

Unlike the momentum of Li Guanqi's chess moves and his scheming of the world, these meteorite swords, in Chen Qin's hands, could only attack and not defend.

Suddenly, a rain of black swords rose in the field.

Rongrong turned into a ball of fire, shuttling through the black sword rain, controlling the flying sword while stirring up bursts of fire rain.

From time to time, he would fly to A Li and kick it.

These kicks were somewhat personal, probably because Ali stole its snacks again yesterday.

Facing this black sword rain, Zhang Ze directly used the Beast Taming Sect's method, raised a green turtle shell, and then put a Buddhist golden bell cover on the turtle shell.

This is not a turtle, it is just a strategic rest to accumulate strength for the next attack.

Take it slow and think of a solution.

But some people don't think so.

Huang Ge said on the commentary platform, "Look, I told you Junior Sister Chen would win this match. You have to trust the judgment of the professional commentators."

Although Brother Sun was panicking, he still said stubbornly, "Don't worry, I'm telling you, don't worry, the best is yet to come."

"Tsk, I'm telling you, you really need to change your stubbornness. Oh, damn, what the hell is this!"

"Haha! I just said it, don't be anxious, so what? I was right, wasn't I?"

As the situation on the field reversed, the audience in the stands also opened their mouths wide like Brother Huang, but when they heard Brother Sun's triumphant voice, an idea came to their minds at the same time.

That is, the hanged man does not deserve sympathy.

in the venue.

Chen Qin and Rongrong were also shaken by Zhang Ze's operation, so that the impenetrable rain of swords came to a sudden halt.

Just now, Zhang Ze, whose shell was about to break, suddenly shouted, "Plan B."

Then Ali replied, what is plan B.

This confusing and funny conversation should have been just a small episode.

However, after Zhang Ze stretched out his arms, put his hands together and raised them above his head, and cast the Acalanatha seal on himself, Alina's brain, which had been almost polluted by Zhang Ze, immediately came to its senses.

A'li released the soul fusion state, then used the sword sect's sword-controlling method, grabbed Zhang Ze's ankle, and turned into a golden light and rushed towards Chen Qin.

On the contrary, Zhang Ze became the swordsman, and A'li was the sword holder.

With the blessing of the Acala Seal and Ari, Zhang Ze broke through the rain of swords and the wall of fire raised by Rongrong.

With a dragon's roar, Zhang Ze finally rushed in front of Chen Qin, while A'li stepped on Zhang Ze's thigh, kicked back and bounced backward, knocking Rongrong, who had not yet recovered, to the ground.

In the rain of fire and golden light, Zhang Ze released the seal of Acala, then reached out and gently tapped Chen Qin's forehead.

The power he gained from the Xiantian Dao Pill was activated again, cutting off Chen Qin's connection with the black sword rain.

A'li, who had scored a goal, did not forget his main business. He rolled over and left Rongrong, then controlled the black flying swords together with Rongrong and made them land slowly.

To prevent himself from being crushed to death.

Golden light and flames began to flow again in the rain of swords.

The three-colored rain slowly falling from the sky is actually quite romantic.

Zhang Ze took advantage of the situation and put his arm around Chen Qin's waist, looking down at her. The junior sister also looked at him blankly, her face slightly red.

Zhang Ze felt that the atmosphere was right, so he kissed her directly.

In the stands.

Lily sighed, "See, I told you, all of us are part of this young couple's life."

Li Yueqi snorted coldly, "Indeed, worrying is unnecessary."

Thousands of miles away.

The clone of Tianzong Sect Master Lu Yuzhou looked at the image of the Qinghe Society on the magic weapon in his hand and said to Captain Chen, "Your son-in-law is much more interesting than you were back then."

Chen Qianhu acted as if he hadn't heard anything and didn't respond at all. He looked at the Buddhist monk Kūkai and asked, "Master, is the Buddhist sect ready?"

"Be prepared, just wait for the right time."

(End of this chapter)