Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

The martial arts competition lasts for three days.

The next morning, facing the sunrise, the entrance ceremony began.

The sky was bright with rays of light, rare grasses and flowers were in full bloom, and they flew over the stones. The group came to the arena from the misty fairyland path. All along the way there were green pines and cypresses, and magical birds and black cranes.

Overnight, the flowers planted in the manor were brought to life by spiritual power, and spring returned everywhere. The fresh buds were soaked with morning dew, swaying slightly in the wind, quite elegant.

The monks walked side by side, their sleeves inevitably stained with the rich fragrance.

My mood has truly improved.

Walking out of that dirt path, it seemed like another world was opening up before us.

The road was so long that it seemed as if it had no end. Orchids and orchids were planted on both sides, and colorful ribbons were scattered in an orderly manner. The servants on the roadside saluted them with smiles, and each of them had a handsome appearance.

The peach branches in his hand were packed with spiritual power and sent to them. Some cultivators were hit on the head and looked dazed.

Gu Chenzhou walked past them carefully, not daring to touch them. On the way, he passed a man who stared at him for a long time, handed him the embroidered headband in his hand, and spoke slowly.

"Young Master, how do you maintain your health?"

Hearing this, Gu Chenzhou's face tightened and he looked at Chi Feiyu at a loss. His good senior brother was watching the show with great interest.

Several people gathered around and said, "Really? How come his skin is so tender?"

Gu Chenzhou asked for help, but Chi Feiyu ignored him and fanned the flames: "It's very good."

Several men surrounded him, asking questions one after another: "How do you take care of your skin on a daily basis?" "Can you recommend a good lotion?" "What type of lotion should I use for my skin?"

He really talks too much.

...

Gu Chenzhou was surrounded and couldn't move at all. It was difficult for him to take a step. His cheeks were pinched many times by them and felt hot. He called out "senior brother" several times, and Chi Feiyu responded.

Just as his scalp was tingling, Chi Feiyu grabbed his hand. He seemed to be feeling unwell, with sweat all over his head. He said breathlessly, "Junior brother... help me hold it for a while."

Gu Chenzhou took the flag with a confused look on his face. The men didn't leave, so he could only smile dryly and apologize repeatedly, leaning back: "Sorry, sorry, let me think about it... um... what should I use..."

He felt like he would break if he was pinched any more.

Finding an opportunity, Gu Chenzhou started running. He finally ran out and caught up with the main group, but when he turned around, he found that something was wrong.

Chi Feiyu walked out of the crowd. When he saw him again, his back had blurred into a small dot. Only Gu Chenzhou was left walking in front holding the flag of the Hehuan Sect. He was wearing an eye-catching red robe.

He didn't notice it when he first saw it, but now he feels that the clothes he is wearing are more like a robe, especially the shark gauze pattern on the waist, which embellishes the large area of ​​red with pure white like clouds and mist, and spiritual power bursts out like water waves when it is lightly touched.

There were servants in the manor who made up for them. His hair was carefully groomed, with the braids on both sides tied lightly with a hair rope with a jade buckle, hanging from the neck to the waist. The slightly fluffy hair gently framed his cheeks, and there were ornaments in his hair that sparkled like black crystals, earrings and necklaces. If he hadn't told his senior sister that it was inconvenient to wear ornaments on his wrists, he would have put something on both hands.

As soon as you step into the arena, your view becomes wider. War drums are beating rhythmically. The monks have solemn and dignified expressions, and their eyes are focused on the center of the venue as they walk.

Gu Chenzhou also looked up and saw that everyone was standing still, watching the demonstration.

A magic array was set up around the arena to prevent the spiritual power from spreading to other cultivators during the fight and causing harm. In the center, a magic weapon was floating in the air, with fast-flowing golden patterns turning around it, and inside it was an afterimage that was hard to see clearly.

Gu Chenzhou: "What is that?"

Yu Shiwen smiled and said:

"Taiji Sword Technique. It is one of the only two sets of heavenly sword techniques publicly available in the world. It was gained by Cheng Yi, the first leader of Kunlun Sword Sect. When practiced to the highest level, one can reach the state of yin and yang embracing each other, and the unity of heaven and man."

"Every cultivator learns it now, but," she paused, "no one can bring out the maximum power of this sword technique like Cheng Yi did back then."

The first leader of the sect is equivalent to the founder of the sect. There are not many times when you can see a great man dancing with a sword in front of you, so you have to seize the opportunity.

Gu Xiaozhou, stand up.

...

Can't see clearly.

The sword technique of the attacker is soft and gentle, like the gentle spring breeze or the drizzling summer rain, but it contains a hidden power.

The movements don't seem fast from a distance, but if you really concentrate, you will feel that they are interconnected and dazzling.

He couldn't decipher the sword moves, so he could only look away dejectedly. His two eyes kept moving around, but apart from feeling dizzy, he didn't gain any benefit.

The team moved slowly, and after a long time, they met the upright team on the opposite side. The entire venue was densely packed with monks.

"Flag bearers, step out."

He took a step forward.

The person holding the flag must plant the flag on a specially placed flagpole in the center of the tournament.

This stretch of road is very long, and the flag bearers must jog all the way to the center disc-shaped flagpole. If someone's pace is inconsistent, the circle formed will be very ugly.

The prominent figures in the world of immortal cultivation are now standing on the high platform opposite, looking down at everyone.

Gu Chenzhou urgently hoped that Chi Feiyu would fly to him right now.

He really doesn't want to be the substitute. This is a public execution for him.

During the second half of the rehearsal yesterday, Chi Feiyu came back to complain to him about how many things the famous and upright sects had to deal with, and he took a short break. He didn't take the matter to heart at all at the time.

It would be nice if I could reload the file.

The salute sounded, and the men holding the flags started to move forward. Gu Chenzhou had no time to care about anything else, so he just ran forward carrying the flag.

The elders on the platform frowned and looked at each other.

There is a particularly obvious gap in the smoothly shrinking circle, which ruins the circle.

Most of the new generation leaders of the five major orthodox sects were candidates for the next sect leader. Sitting behind them, they also noticed this flaw.

Everyone's eyes were on the man who was running hard on the field.

mortal.

Some people saw it at a glance.

A mortal who had no idea of ​​his place mixed in with a group of monks and came to the martial arts competition.

"The people of the Hehuan Sect are actually getting worse and worse."

Ji Sufeng smiled slightly. She majored in instrumental music and was dressed in green, looking elegant and graceful. She spoke softly and tenderly, but also got to the point: "I'm afraid he's not here for the duel."

Everyone was shocked. In the past, every martial arts tournament had a crazy and obscene banquet. Some monks despised it, some praised it, but more chose to remain silent and neutral.

She motioned for everyone to look towards the center of the field, "He gave birth to a very good child."

"Hold it, it should be quite comfortable."

Several people looked over and were silent for a while, the atmosphere was very awkward. They had known Ji Sufeng for a long time, and they all knew that her "hug" was not an ordinary hug.

They were all well-known figures, and no one responded to her words. Moreover, the higher the level of the cultivators, the more they focused on self-cultivation and were not interested in beauty. Especially since there was a cold and uninteresting leader of the Kunlun Sword Sect sitting on the field.

With her there, no one wanted to talk about these vulgar things.

"After it's over, send him out of the venue. Serving someone with your beauty won't last long." Jiang Yi, the leader of the Beast Taming Sect, said lightly.

If a mortal were really sent to the platform, he would be nothing more than a pile of dry bones when he came down.

The others nodded and chimed in to show their agreement.

The Sword Sect leader in the middle hadn't spoken yet. Jiang Yi slowed down his tone and said, "Sect Leader Ye, what do you think of this approach?"

Although they were candidates for the sect leader, they did not have the amazing talent of Ye Lingyun, nor did they have the ability to become the sect leader at the age of 19. They were even several times older than Ye Lingyun, but the world of cultivation was a world of the jungle, and in front of Ye Lingyun, they were always inferior.

Ye Lingyun closed his eyes and meditated, as if he didn't hear anything.

Jiang Yi waited for a while, and when she still didn't speak, she calmly withdrew her gaze. This industry master was cold-hearted and didn't like beautiful women. He probably didn't want to pay attention to this matter at all, so asking her was the same as not asking.

It should be tacit consent.

The swordsman sat upright with her back straight. After a long time, she slightly raised her eyelids and looked down. Her dark brown eyes were misty, and her handsome face was expressionless.

The black forehead band on her head, which was as wide as a finger, fluttered in the wind. A long sword stood behind her, and her aura of standing tall and proud swept over her. The cold sandalwood fragrance wafted from her sleeves and penetrated the mouths and noses of the people around her.