Dressed as a scumbag and survived with a vest

The sun hangs high.

People from Qingling Sect and Yaoguangzong were waiting on the Qingling Peak Competition Stage.

The news of the competition yesterday spread throughout the Qing Lingzong, and today the disciples gathered around the competition platform, stretching their necks and waiting.

"It's so rare to see the competition between monks in the distraction stage. It's a great honor!" "I'm sure I'll learn a lot." "Let's remember it well." The eyes of the disciples who love to practice brightened with excitement.

"That's Ran Lie, it looks so scary." "Jianzun is much more handsome than him." "Look, the senior over there is so handsome." The female disciples secretly discussed.

"I didn't expect Yao Guangzong's senior sister to be so beautiful." "That's the famous beauty senior sister Zhao Yun'er under Shu Zun's seat." "It's so beautiful, it would be great to be able to form a Taoist couple with them." The junior and junior disciples beside me will form Taoist couples." The eyes of the male disciples flew wildly.

"Buy and leave, hurry up and place a bet." "Needless to say, I will definitely win the bet on Jianzun!" "I bet one low-grade spirit stone." "I bet two." There are also people who gather to gamble.

When Yan Qing rushed over, everyone at the scene was serious and turbulent secretly.

He drank a lot last night, if Gong Wen didn't call him, he almost didn't get up.

Fortunately, in time.

"The sword master is here!"

"Sir!"

The disciples immediately became excited.

Yan Qing felt that he was like an idol superstar with many fans. He was about to perform on stage, but then he failed in the performance. At the scene of the car accident, he was beaten into a dog, and the fans scolded him one after another.

He has thought about the procedures behind.

He landed on the competition stage expressionlessly.

Ran Lie had already been waiting on the stage, and said with a smile, "I thought Zun Yan escaped."

Yan Qing said indifferently: "I said before, I don't pay much attention to such a small role as you."

If you lose, you don't lose. Who wouldn't?

Ran Lie's expression was extremely cold, "Very well, then let Zun Yan know whether I am a small character!"

Then he drew his sword.

Yan Qing stretched out her hand, "Wait!"

Ran Lie was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Are you afraid?"

Yan Qing shook her head, looked around, met the doubtful or adoring eyes of the surroundings, and said loudly: "Competition is an exchange of exercises, so let's stop."

Ran Lie sneered.

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows, "We only fight three moves, and I will fight you with the three most common moves of Qing Lingzong, are you willing?"

Ran Lie's eyes were dark, "Look down on me?"

Yan Qing smiled, did not deny it, and asked again: "Are you willing?"

"Okay! Just three moves to determine the outcome!" Ran Lie laughed loudly, his whole body's energy suddenly soared, and the pressure enveloped the entire arena.

"Whoever leaves the arena will lose." Zuo Tang said truthfully.

Ran Lie smiled proudly and became even more imposing.

Outside the martial arts arena, some disciples with low cultivation bases couldn't stand the coercion and retreated repeatedly.

Standing in the crowd, Lu Shaojie saw that Ran Lie released his coercion and his chest felt uncomfortably tight, so he hurriedly pulled Wu Jinyun's sleeve, "Brother wizard, let's back off."

When Yan Qing competed, Dongfeng's disciples naturally came to watch, and Wu Jinyun was among them.

Lu Shaojie kept in mind his master's instructions and always paid attention to Wu Jinyun's safety.

Wu Jinyun was too young and his cultivation level was too low. Lu Shaojie was worried that Ran Lie's coercion would hurt him, so he hurriedly pulled him away.

Wu Jinyun waved his hand, there was no difference in his figure or expression, and he seemed not affected at all.

Lu Shaojie was secretly surprised.

"Brother wizard, you won't be able to take it." Lu Shaojie persuaded.

Wu Jinyun shook his head, "I want to look at Master."

Lu Shaojie was slightly startled, then sighed, "Okay."

The master loves the wizard brother and sends him to take care of the wizard brother, but the wizard brother doesn't appreciate it.Now it seems that the brother wizard also loves the master in his heart.

When the competition is over, he must tell Master about the fact that the wizard brother insisted on standing in front of the competition platform to watch the competition, so that Master will be happy.

On the competition stage.

Ran Lie attacked first. He raised his sword, which was long and wide, a circle larger than ordinary swords.

When he lifted it up to the top of his head, fluorescence gradually appeared on the sword, and the light could be clearly seen under the noon sun.

Yan Qing was startled, what the hell?

Another man's sword shines, why does his sword never shine?

Ran Lie was gathering momentum, and Yan Qing also raised his sword to gather momentum. Although he didn't know how to gather momentum, he could tell that Ran Lie was injecting spiritual power into the giant sword.

Similar to the feeling of Naruto rubbing balls in Japanese anime, there is a thrilling momentum at first sight.

Yan Qing felt like taking a pill.

Bite the bullet, frantically inject spiritual power into the giant sword, I also want to gain momentum!

Don't let the spiritual power flow away, please!

Shouting in his heart, the Zhiling Sword began to glow as he heard his instructions.

"go to hell!"

With a roar, Ran Lie raised his sword and attacked.

Yan Qing turned on the switch of the bracelet, and the spiritual power gushed out frantically, pouring into the Ling sword continuously, the hilt of the sword became hot, and the blade trembled slightly.

Feeling that she couldn't control herself, Yan Qing raised her sword and slashed at him without saying a word.

The two swords met in the air, the light collided, and there was a loud bang.

Afterwards, Ran Lie was sent flying, lying far away on the stage.

The audience was silent.

The members of the Yaoguang Sect who were in front of the competition stage all stepped forward one after another, with incredulous expressions on their faces.

Everything is quiet.

"The first move, Yan Qing wins." A monk broke the silence.

He stood beside Zuo Tangzhen and Yao Guangzong, with white eyebrows, wearing a red cassock, his status was not low, he seemed to be invited to be a referee.

After Yan Qing beat the man out, her heart shrank violently, as if her heart was being grabbed by pliers, and she felt a strong sense of suffocation.

Before making the move, he didn't know if he could succeed. After making the move, he realized that he had knocked Ran Lie into the air. Crazy inject spiritual power into the bracelet.

feasible!

The method of proposing a three-stroke decisive victory is just the last struggle.

The first move, he had already filled the bracelet with spiritual power before he came.

If the first trick can win, then he has a chance to win the second trick.

However, before launching the second move, he needs to accumulate spiritual power for about 5 minutes, and it depends on whether the opponent gives him this opportunity.

Ran Lie got up from the ground, it seemed that he was not given this chance.

Yan Qing sighed secretly, raised her sword again to gain momentum.

There was a strong wind, and suddenly there was a scream in the arena.

Before Yan Qing could figure out the situation, a series of sword shadows suddenly flew in front of him, as if more than a dozen swords flew at the same time.

Yan Qing was startled, she quickly raised her sword to block, and moved to the side.

The powerful sword formation knocked him into the air, and landed on the competition platform to slide for a certain distance.

Chest pain, Yan Qing vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Sir!"

The surrounding disciples exclaimed in disbelief.

They couldn't believe that Sword Master, who was invincible in his heart, would be beaten to the ground, bleeding from his mouth?

Gong Wen and Lu Shaojie shouted together: "My lord!"

They wanted to rush to the stage to help Yan Qing up, but considering that they were in a competition, they resisted their worries and stood on the sidelines.

Yao Guangzong had a smile on his face.

Seeing this, Ran Lie grinned, pointed his sword at Yan Qing who was slowly getting up, and said loudly: "The first move has been exhausted. This move is the real level, but my first move is not good enough. It’s useless. Master Yan, what Xiao Tingzi said is correct, you secretly practiced evil skills, and you became obsessed like him, and your cultivation base plummeted!"

When these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Zuo Tang really looked gloomy.

The disciples of Qing Lingzong turned pale with fright as if they had encountered a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

"What are you talking about? Don't spout blood!"

"Nonsense! You Yao Guangzong are looking for trouble?"

The disciples were full of enthusiasm, especially the disciples of Dongfeng, who could not wait to draw their swords to greet them.

Yan Qing repeatedly dialed the spirit stone to give the spirit fruit, and the disciples were very grateful to him. At this time, Yan Qing was slandered, and naturally they shared the same hatred.

"Practicing evil skills, the cultivation base will rise rapidly at the beginning, and then it will go crazy and the cultivation base will plummet." Ran Lie's voice clearly spread throughout the arena, "The majestic sword master has already entered the distraction period, but Being beaten like this by me, isn't it a clear proof that your cultivation base has plummeted!"

"Nonsense!" the disciples said angrily, "Master, get up and beat him to the ground!"

"My lord, defeat him!"

Countless voices rang out, everyone was asking Yan Qing to defeat Ran Lie and prove that he was lying.

Yan Qing reluctantly stood up, lowered her head, and tried her best to breathe calmly.

"Second move, Ran Lie wins." The monk's voice was steady and calm, spreading throughout the arena.

Wu Jinyun stood quietly in the turbulent crowd, with deep eyes.

In her previous life, Yan Qing fought with Ran Lie and won, and later asked him for blood.

Wu Jinyun speculated that Yan Qing should temporarily release the suppression of evil skills, recover to the level of distraction for a short time, and then compete with Ran Lie.

In today's competition, Yan Qing didn't seem to lift the suppression.

After Yan Qing's body training was completed, everyone couldn't judge from the outside whether his cultivation level had fallen, and now they wanted to force him to do it, to see if he could release his evil skills.If he didn't release evil skills, he could also see his true cultivation.

If his cultivation base has fallen, he can justifiably explore his dantian meridians.

If the restriction was not lifted, Yan Qing would have no chance of winning.

Wu Jinyun narrowed his eyes.

Under everyone's call, Yan Qing got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, smiled slightly, her tone was still arrogant, "Cultivation has dropped? Did you not get hurt?"

He held up the Zhiling Sword, and the spiritual power in the bracelet and body gushed out crazily.

In the second move, he didn't use the bracelet, but used the spiritual power in his body to block Ran Lie's attack. Even if he spent the time to accumulate spiritual power for the bracelet, he was naturally beaten badly.Fortunately, the body training was completed, and the foundation of the original owner's cultivation was still there, otherwise he would have died long ago.

please.

He prayed in his heart.

God, help me!

The Zhiling Sword emitted a bright white light.

The bracelet made a clicking sound, and cracks appeared on the surface, which had reached the limit that Senior Brother Yun said.

Success or failure is here.

Yan Qing's eyes were stern.

Just when he was determined to exert his last spiritual power, no one noticed that Wu Jinyun in the crowd quietly picked up the formula.Yan Qing in the arena suddenly felt a certain ball of latent blood in her body swimming like a living thing, all the way to her dantian.

The already unquiet spiritual power in the dantian swayed under the domination of the blood, a certain restriction was lifted, and a powerful force surged out. At that moment, Yan Qing felt that she was so powerful that she could destroy the world!

Waves of spiritual energy surged towards the surroundings like a tidal wave, oppressing the outsiders of the competition, the disciples couldn't bear it one after another, and backed away in fear.

A red light flashed in Yan Qing's eyes, and at the critical moment of the competition, he miraculously entered into inner vision.

The spiritual power in the body spreads endlessly, and the dantian is like the birth of the universe, bursting out bright fireworks.

A sense of suffocation came.

The heart beats very, very slowly.

Yan Qing held the hilt of the sword, and swung the sword according to the mysterious feeling.

He couldn't hear any sound, the world seemed to become very quiet, and he couldn't see anyone, because he only had meridians in his vision.

wave.

After a while, the meridians in front of his eyes disappeared, and the martial arts stage appeared again, surrounded by spectators, and his ears recovered.

"Master!"

"His Majesty has won!"

"Your Majesty won, it's amazing!"

There were cheers outside the arena.

His heart seemed to be tightly strangled by something, and the suffocation became more and more intense. The chaos in his dantian was like fireworks in the sky, and he almost fell to the ground and convulsed in pain.

Yan Qing was at a loss, did I win?

The sound of the heart is getting louder and the meridian in the dantian is getting more and more chaotic. Yan Qing realizes that the injury of madness has broken out, and it is more serious than ever. Open, the sequelae caused by the rapid rise of cultivation base.

Like being hacked into pieces.

"Go to hell!" The roar resounded through the world.

Yan Qing tried her best to raise her head, Ran Lie's red eyes were on the edge of the martial arts platform, and with a sword in his hand, he attacked like lightning.

Didn't you say three tricks?Why come again?

Yan Qing's meridians were in a mess, and her dantian was shaking, let alone using her spiritual power, she couldn't even move it.

He looked desperately at Ran Lie who was flying towards him like a storm, and shouted in his heart: sneak attack is shameful!It's shameful not to keep the promise!

Yan Qing closed her eyes.

"Soul shifting."

Just as he was closing his eyes and waiting to die, a vague sound came from his ear, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Outside the competition arena, Wu Jinyun suddenly collapsed amidst the fierce noise of the crowd.

"Brother Wizard!" Lu Shaojie hurriedly hugged him, "Brother Wizard, wake up!"

On the competition stage, Yan Qing suddenly opened her eyes, with a mocking smile on her lips.

Ran Lie had already attacked, but he didn't raise his sword to block it.

Everyone only saw that he seemed to have turned his body slightly, and Ran Lie's storm-like offensive was crooked.

Yan Qing raised her foot lightly, kicked Ran Lie, and stepped on him unceremoniously, her eyes were contemptuous and cold, like an emperor who despises ants.

"Trash." He spat out two words coldly.