Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 232 Three-liang Golden Calming Sword

Shuyue stared at the beautiful figure in red, and her delicate little hands unconsciously pulled her husband's sleeves tightly.

This is somewhat different from what my husband said before. Not only were there male cultivators affected by the Seven Emotions Secret Technique, but three female cultivators also voluntarily withdrew from the assessment trial.

"What did they go through?" Shuyue asked in a low voice.

Zhao Qing remained silent.

He guessed that it was the lust aroused by Bai Wanqiu, but he passed the level by cheating and had never truly experienced Tianxiang's Seven Emotions Secret Technique... He was not worthy of experiencing it because his spirit was taken away by Si He.

Gu Qinghuan looked around the stands, then turned his gaze to his aunt in the martial arts arena, remaining silent.

It was not until the woman in red took out the green whip and turned around to look at her that a hint of relief appeared between her brows.

Zhao Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he instinctively felt that Xiaoyi was not in a good state. At least she would not normally look at him in this way...

There was a hint of mist in those beautiful eyes, a bit hazy, and more of a sense of strangeness.

He smiled and nodded, signaling Xiaoyi to pay attention to the situation on the field.

Secretly, he checked his aunt's dashboard...

【Zhou Xiaoyi】

【Sharing Weal and Woe】

The bond has not changed since we moved to Songshan and settled there.

But Zhao Qing and Xiaoyi were together day and night, and he could see more things in her eyes. It seemed a little complicated, but it also made him feel stupid...

After secretly cursing the useless panel, Zhao Qing immediately collected his thoughts and continued to pay attention to the situation on the field.

As long as Xiaoyi doesn't leave alone, other things can be figured out later.

He secretly controlled the Han Guang Sword and circled around the edge of the martial arts field. The spiritual power on his Taoist foundation slowly dissipated and disappeared without a trace.

[Gain Qingfeng Sword Proficiency: 1]

Xun Qingfeng: Entering the Hall and Understanding the Mastery (53/100)

This Qingfeng Sword Technique... is the precious legacy left by Sun Huaizong.

It is different from ordinary military tactics. It has no fixed moves and does not require frequent practice.

To be precise, this is not a sword move or sword technique, but a spiritual technique to control objects - similar to the method Luo Xianning used to control the sword pill. The sword can cut from a hundred feet away, and the jade bone fan is used to protect the opponent when close to the body.

Zhao Qing has not had the energy to study seriously in the past two months and has been traveling with his family.

Although there have been some minor hiccups these days, overall it's been going very smoothly...

Speaking of the Han Guang Sword, it doesn't have much power and doesn't increase spiritual power at all. If you only use it to fight the enemy, it may be worse than an ordinary spiritual weapon.

But everyone has their own expertise, and this sword is obviously not suitable for fighting against the enemy.

The effect of using it to attack someone dirty is surprisingly good. At least he has not met anyone who can sense the sword of light.

With this sword, he even felt that he was invincible in the foundation-building stage, and no one could withstand the injury of being stabbed twice in the lower back.

Even if the opponent is protected by protective magic techniques and talismans, this sword of light can still disturb the enemy.

But Zhao Qing didn't plan to use it easily unless it was absolutely necessary... He was not like Si He, who would just show off and say, "The sword is in my hand, what can you do?"

Another half incense stick of time passed, and no one left the scene anymore. They all stared at Bai Wanqiu quietly, waiting.

The beautiful woman smiled and said, "Thirteen people, the next step will be easy."

"My Tianxiang clan will not interfere too much and will leave the power of choice to you."

"Nine Swordsmen, Li Yan Xue Yi, are all warriors. Each of you has your own aspirations. Whether you want to fight alone or engage in a melee... you should decide for yourself."

Upon hearing this, the thirteen monks in the martial arts field all became interested.

Zhou Xiaoyi raised her beautiful eyes slightly and waited silently for others to express their opinions.

If a melee breaks out, his bow and arrows might have an unexpected effect. The green whip in his hand is also a top-grade spiritual weapon, and he has a vast spiritual power based on Taoism to support it, so he is not afraid at all.

What's more, he secretly activated the Hanguang Sword to protect...

If fighting alone, one against one, the spiritual weapon under your feet can indeed catch the opponent off guard, but there is only one chance to use it, and then it will alert others.

The woman lowered her beautiful eyes, put away the green whip in her hand, and then adjusted her gauze dress to cover her arms.

She didn't think she was an overly reserved and conservative woman. Everyone loves beauty. When she was in the capital in her early years, if a man secretly looked at her figure and appearance, she would even feel secretly happy.

Zhao Qing has never questioned his own clothing and appearance... I wonder if he would feel uncomfortable if others looked at him a few more times?

But I was free anyway, so I just covered it up.

This is how my aunt convinced herself.

Gradually, the situation on the field began to become clear. Eight monks wanted to fight alone, but they felt that there were too many variables in a melee and they could not display their true strength.

The woman in red remained silent and did not quite agree with these people's opinions.

Real fighting isn't just a show; coping with uncertainty is part of strength...

Bai Wanqiu nodded slightly: "Then I will fight alone."

"I have prepared thirteen jade slips for you. Go to my junior sister and draw one."

"A1 plays A2, B1 plays B2, and so on. G1 has a bye."

She smiled and said, "How about we sign again after we've chosen seven people?"

"feasible!"

"Follow Senior Bai's instructions."

"That's good. There are variables in the fight. This Geng Yi lottery will help us prepare for the next match."

Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes fluttered, and she silently followed everyone to the edge of the martial arts field to retrieve the jade slip.

She had a hidden expectation in her heart. Zhao Qing and Qing Huan had excellent luck, and she was closely related to them. Would she be able to draw the Gengyi lot, which was a bye?

At the edge of the martial arts arena, Su He looked at the monks in front of him with a smile.

She temporarily put away the spiritual harp in front of her, took out some empty jade slips and engraved them on the spot with her spiritual sense. However, because the spiritual sense of this Tianxiang woman was too strong, the group of Qi-cultivating monks could not perceive any of the content.

After a moment, the woman stood up, holding many jade slips in her hands, and chuckled, "Who goes first?"

The crowd that was originally whispering suddenly quieted down. There are some rules to drawing lots.

If you draw first, it will be difficult to get a bye.

The last draw is even harder to get...

But if someone had first drawn the jade slips of A, B, and C, then one's chance of getting a bye would be greater.

A male cultivator from Qianyuan Palace frowned slightly and looked at Zhou Xiaoyi who remained silent.

The woman in red remained silent from beginning to end, not talking to anyone... and was using her spiritual sense to sense everyone's breath fluctuations.

Although she is an opponent, it is inevitable to be on guard in advance, but no one is a fool and can naturally sense the thoughts of the woman in red.

At this moment, there is not much difference between monks and mortals.

First, someone looked at my aunt.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on my aunt.

Zhou Xiaoyi glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, a smile appeared on her cold face, and she walked directly towards Su He.

The martial arts arena was extremely quiet, and many monks were waiting for the first lot to be born.

The only sound in my ears was the gentle laughter of the beautiful woman.

And...the sound of jade shoes hitting the ground.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

The woman in red casually took a jade slip, turned around, smiled, and bowed: "Thank you all."

"Geng Yi."

She gathered her gauze sleeves with her slender hands, held the jade slip and walked towards the stands...leaving the remaining twelve monks stunned where they were.

The first person actually took away the chance to have a bye!?

Everyone looked at each other, feeling a little regretful, but also feeling that it was harmless.

I didn't have much hope of getting a bye...but it just felt a bit awkward that Geng Yi was taken away directly by this woman.

Outside the martial arts arena, Zhou Xiaoyi walked slowly.

Shuyue's bright eyes curved into crescents, welcoming her to her side.

Zhao Qing had a strange look on his face as he took the jade slip from his aunt's hand and examined it... On it were two words engraved with divine consciousness: Geng Yi.

The woman whispered, "Lucky."

Zhao Qing glanced at the martial arts arena, then looked at his aunt beside him, and the two smiled at each other.

Could it be because of the influence of my own luck?

Shu Yue curled her lips and said, "They wanted Xiao Yi to test the waters, but they ended up shooting themselves in the foot."

Gu Qinghuan raised her eyes slightly and smiled without saying a word.

The cultivators in the field quickly got their respective jade slips, and the matches started with Jia and ended with Ji, for a total of six games.

This isn't much different from a sect's martial arts performance...

Soon, Su He's jade hands caressed, and the lingering sound of the piano stirred up the spiritual energy, flowing back into the center of the martial arts field.

My aunt's beautiful eyes stared at the two people who were facing each other first, silently thinking about their respective strengths and weaknesses, as well as her own subsequent response strategies.

Zhao Qing whispered, "What did you experience in the Seven Emotions Secret Technique just now?"

The woman's beautiful eyes flicked slightly, and she combed the black hair by her ear with her slender hands: "Practicing dual cultivation with a man, what else can there be?"

Zhao Qing: Ah! ?

He frowned and asked again, "Who is it?"

Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes looked towards the martial arts arena, watching the two monks' every move. She leaned into Zhao Qing's arms and said softly, "Dog."

Oh...it's me, that's okay.

Zhao Qing no longer disturbed his aunt from analyzing the battle situation and also focused his attention on the martial arts field.

The woman's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, a smile flashed across her cold face, and she snuggled into the man's arms: "Daddy."

Shu Yue's eyes widened instantly and looked towards Shen Mo, Bai Wanqiu and Luo Xianning, but they were all watching the fight and did not notice the movement here.

The wife's pretty face blushed, and she looked at the woman in her husband's arms with complicated eyes.

My aunt looked at Qing Huan again and chuckled, "My dear, who do you think will win this fight?"

Qing Huan didn't feel ashamed. She gently moved her slender hand to caress the woman's face and said with a smile, "A-two wins."

Zhao Qing said nothing and held the delicate body tightly in his arms.

A dark aura drifted through his mind, and Si He's laughter reached him: "The Seven Emotions Secret Method stirs up sorrow and joy. Xiaoyi must be recalling the past."

Zhao Qing's heart was moved: "What? You said Xiaoyi's filial piety has changed?"

Si He: "..."

"Zhao Qing, I've discovered a serious problem."

"Why do these three women of yours all have unhappy family backgrounds?"

"Qinghuan has been without a father since childhood."

"Shuyue's father abandoned her and her mother and left."

"Xiaoyi does have a father, but they don't get along very well..."

"Do you have some special physique?"

I have a hairy physique.

Zhao Qing thought about it carefully and it seemed to be true.

But who really lives such a happy life?

He responded: "It's easy to flirt with a girl who's in need of love, but how could a normal person be interested in a peasant like me?"

Zhao Qing thought carefully and said, "If she were a proper clan girl, she might ask for this and that after marrying me, become jealous, and want cultivation resources, and even use her family to bully me from time to time."

"Xiaoyi's pure joy is so good, all she needs is love."

He lowered his head to glance at the beautiful profile of the girl in his arms and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In fact, Xiaoyi is very easy to coax... With a little bit of pampering, she can indulge herself for several days.