I have nothing but luck

No wonder MUJI chose the essay test instead of the martial arts competition.

It's no wonder that what he said on the stage today is completely different from what he said in Beishou.

What if the Muyin of the Qunfanghui and the Muyin of Beishou are completely two people?

Jiang Jingxing changed his words and overturned his stereotype of Mo Luo: "Okay, although the general routine remains the same, Mo Luo still has a little creativity sometimes."

He is indeed an old immortal who has lived for 200 years and is still stubborn.

Unprinted Qunfang Club happened to be placed on the small case at hand, Xie Rongjiao picked it up and handed it to Shen Xi: "It was picked up by a friend of mine, and it originally belonged to Brother Wuyin's Qunfang Post."

Shen Xi showed a hint of hesitation, and thought of going with Xie Rongjiao: "There is a devilish energy on the Qunfang sticker? The method is very similar to that of Buchou Academy."

Jiang Jingxing said casually, "Can the same person do the same thing?"

Xie Rongjiao: "If the senior brother Wuyin from Beishou and the Wuyin from the Qunfang meeting, one of them is the Wuyin who is rumored to have the Buddha's heart and wisdom eyes in the four shows—"

Shen Xi understood, and said implicitly: "Senior Brother Wuyin's Dharma was profound during Beishou, which made me admire it."

Obviously, I think that Muji of Kitakura is the real Muji.

He took out three copper coins that were inseparable from his body like the Baji sword, Jiang Jingxing made a hexagram, and said casually: "Yongshen is facing the white tiger at the sixth line, it is on the side of the Buddhist sect in Western Xinjiang, that's right, there is no such thing as a prisoner's image." Yin may be trapped, but his life is safe. Just wait for Xuyue to rush to the sun and earth."

Shen Xi breathed a sigh of relief: "Since the sage made a hexagram, I feel relieved, as long as Brother Wuyin's life is safe, other things can be discussed later."

His impression of Jiang Jingxing remained unchanged in the legend of the sage pinching his fingers to calculate the heavenly secret without any mistakes, and he was full of trust in the accuracy of his divination.

Didn't take into account the embarrassing situation that the saint's business level is not up to standard

Shen Xi is a humble gentleman, Xie Rongjiao really can't bear to see him being deceived: "Let's not mention the hexagrams. After the meeting of Qunfang, my friend and I want to go to the Western Wilderness to find out what the Buddhist sect is. Definitely send a message to Brother Shen as soon as possible."

"I can't ask for it." Shen Xi said with a smile, "In this case, I wish the son and his party all the best and success in no time."

Jiang Jingxing interrupted abruptly: "I will go with Ah Ci, it will be smooth, and Wuyin should be fine, so don't worry too much."

"Then—" Shen Xi thought for a while, and then put it another way, "I wish the saints a good start?" Get rid of Mo Luo as soon as possible?

From this point of view, Moro is undoubtedly very popular.

A gentle gentleman is like Shen Xi, with a cold face and a warm heart like Xie Rongjiao, and a pure nature like Li Zhixuan.

Everyone is looking forward to his early death, so that they can set off two fireworks to celebrate.

Sending Shen Xi away, Jiang Jingxing said to Xie Rongjiao of course: "Of course I want to go with you, A Ci. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it was Mo Luo who set up the trap. A Ci, just in case, I will tear Mo Luo to pieces. Thousands of paragraphs will not help."

As he spoke, he felt that he had a good reason, and his back was straight.

Xie Rongjiao smiled and said, "Okay."

He understood that he was too dependent on Jiang Jingxing, and also understood that the two would separate sooner or later.

He understands the reason.

However, the thought of going to the Western Wilderness with Jiang Jingxing together made me very happy, as if what I was going to was not a sinister place full of turbid energy and demon cultivators, but a pure paradise.

Leave everything for tomorrow to talk about tomorrow, and let him focus on today.

The Jianmen Fazong came from the same Taoist sect and turned into two families. Since the separation, there has been a faint sense of tit-for-tat for a long time, and no one wants to obey the other.

Therefore, the battle between Yu Yingqiu and Fang Linhe can be described as a battle of fate.

The Jianmen disciples waved their swords and shouted, ignoring the shadow of living under Fang Linhe, their voices were full of hypocritical respect and love for their senior brother; Looking at the avenue leading directly from the arena to the ring, Gao Guan couldn't remember the fear of being ruthlessly crushed by Yu Yingqiu's technique.

Before being entangled in grievances and resentments for thousands of years, the disciples of Jianmen and Fazong reached a high degree of unity and consistency in thought.

Regardless of whether senior brother|senior sister wins or loses in the fight, I can't lose my reputation here!

Fang Linhe reprimanded lightly: "It is not advisable to fight between emotions."

Judging by his appearance, it seems that he really wants to get off the ring to give a good training to those troublesome juniors and juniors.

However, Linhe above the ring finally resisted this urge.

He looked at Yu Yingqiu and said, "Junior brothers and younger sisters always feel that a competition represents many things, but I don't think so."

He drew his sword and raised his momentum: "I came here today to seek the way of the sword."

Jianmen disciples have never been a group of worry-free people, but the head of Jianmen is the least worrying one.

Under the contradictions between the two, Fang Linhe was the one who suffered the most, practicing the sword of Jianxiu and the heart of Mr. Academy.

He hasn't defected so far, and his true love for Jianmen can be seen clearly.

Off stage, he had finished messing with Mr. Academy, and it was his turn to unleash Jianxiu's sword on stage.

Jianxiu's sword is simple and pure, moving forward without any other distractions.

Yu Yingqiu agreed: "That's right, a good fight, no matter whether you win or lose, it's enough to have fun."

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her palms, and faced Linhe's sharp sword energy head-on with a pair of meat badges!

Fang Linhe has sharpened his sword for [-] years since he started practicing swords, and Fang has sharpened a sword intent, which is as simple as it is sharp, and everything in the world is invincible.

He thought Yu Yingqiu was a respectable opponent, and he didn't spare any strength when he made the first move.

I saw that Yuyingqiu's five fingers were as beautiful as orchids blown by the wind, and she actually gathered the sword energy in her palm one by one, but she didn't hurt herself at all.

Seeing this, Jiang Changlan sighed: "The ability in Fairy Yu's palm has really reached perfection."

Yuying Qiulu's technique was really powerful, Xie Rongjiao couldn't help being aroused curiosity, he thought of Jiang Changlan's ability to inquire about information, and asked, "Brother Jiang, do you know the origin of Fairy Yu's rules?"

"Of course I know." Jiang Changlan really lived up to his high expectations, "What Fairy Yu learned is the Nianhua Palm Art, which is a bottom-pressing technique of Fazong, and it is also an extremely mysterious and difficult technique."

"Nianhua Zhangjue can form lotus flowers in the palm of the hand. The lotus flower is divided into 36 petals. Each lotus flower is transformed by a Taoist magic power. It is rumored that the practice is extremely good, and 360 lotus flowers can be formed in one palm. It is the true master of all dharmas .”

After finishing speaking, Jiang Changlan shook his head: "However, it is not easy to form a lotus flower. One in a hundred, 360 lotus flowers, I am afraid it is the realm that only a Taoist sage can achieve."

When Yu Yingqiu opened her palm, besides the crushed sword energy, a vivid lotus flower emerged from her palm.

Jianmen and Fazong's old rivals for many years, Fang Linhe is of course familiar with her palm art.

Fang Linhe didn't care about which of the 36 divine channels in Yuyingqiu's palm lotus was which.

All he knew was that he had a sword.

This is enough.

The temperature plummeted, and even white frost bloomed on the ground of the arena.

Where Fang Linhe's sword strikes, there are countless winds like frost knives and sword energy like ice arrows.

They were extremely manic, as if they were about to whirl and lift up the ground of the arena, but they always followed Fang Linhe obediently along with the tip of his sword.

Fengxue surrendered to his sword.

Compared with the momentum, Yuyingqiu's palm heart lotus is only the size of an ordinary lotus flower, which seems insignificant.

In terms of quantity and momentum alone, Yu Yingqiu has fallen behind.

Yu Yingqiu didn't see panic and retreated, she still stood pretty at the place where she was standing at first, waved her sleeves leisurely and said: "Go".

The palm lotus was entrusted by the sleeves, soared into the sky, and was scattered in the air by the strong wind blown by the sword energy. The petals fluttered like duckweed, floating with the wind.

The lotus petals were swaying in the air, unexpectedly a small lotus bloomed abruptly in the wind and snow.

"One method transforms ten thousand methods." Jiang Changlan whispered, "No wonder Fairy Yu chooses this technique of grasping flowers. Fazong said that she knows all kinds of methods, and she is really not a self-proclaimed wangpo."

A sword blows the sky and blows the lotus in the palm of the hand 36.

The cold light on the tip of the sword swept across, almost forming a horizontal line, and when the sword broke through the air, there was the mournful sound of the north wind.

Fang Linhe chose the simplest and most brutal, most swordsmanship fighting method.

Let your lotus turn into 36, turn into hundreds, turn into thousands, turn into thousands, and I will break through them one by one with my own sword.

With a swipe of his long sword, the sword was so straight that it seemed to be measured by a ruler, there was no room for a single mistake, and the sword body turned into a clear light of ice and snow.

The temperature is colder, the snow falls more quickly, and the frost on the ring spreads to the audience inadvertently, climbing up the branches of the osmanthus tree, there is a frozen scene of Qiongzhi Yushu.

Yu Yingqiu's seal has been completed.

She pushed the handprint forward, and the lotus petals fluttered and scattered in the wind and snow.

Jiang Changlan was surprised and said, "It's not enough for Fairy Yu to transform 36 lotus flowers in one breath, so I need to turn 36 lotus flowers from the divided lotus?"

Xie Rongjiao looked at Yu Yingqiu's pale complexion, which seemed to be due to the loss of too much spiritual power, and shook his head: "Not only."

He had a hunch that Fang Linhe might lose to Yu Yingqiu this time.

Jiang Changlan was even more surprised: "Could Fairy Yu really be able to transform all dharmas in one breath? How is it possible?"

No one felt as clearly as Fang Linhe who faced Yu Yingqiu on stage.

When Yu Yingqiu formed the seal, he suddenly felt a mysterious and unspeakable pressure descending from the sky, suppressing the flow of aura in his meridians, sealing the sword intent on his sword, and even making it difficult for him to draw the sword.

Fang Linhe remembered that when the two elders were chatting openly and secretly, the elder Fazong said with a smile that Yu Yingqiu was cultivating the way of heaven.

Heaven transforms all laws.

Therefore, Yu Yingqiu practiced this Nianhua Palm Jue like a fish in water.

Fang Linhe took a deep breath, raised his sword, and spiritual energy poured into the sword like a sea tide.

He completely ignored that the spiritual energy in his meridians was almost dry, and even the meridians seemed to be torn.

Yu Yingqiu practices the way of heaven, while Fang Linhe's way is the sword.

In order to seek the way of the sword, he will persevere and never regret.

Yu Yingqiu holds ten thousand spells in her hand, Fang Linhe only has one sword——

Then it is a sword that breaks all laws!

The wind and snow stopped, and the sound of the wind quieted down. For a while, there was only the sound of cracking from the Qujiang Pond in the distance.

It turned out that the Qujiang Pond was not only affected by the fighting skills of the two, the surface of the pool formed thin ice early, and then as Fang Linhe's sword continued to break the broken lines, it exploded into ice and snow.

The raging sword energy also stopped, and all of them returned to the sword in Fang Linhe's hand.

The lotus changed back to the original one.

The original lotus flower is divided into 36 petals.

Each petal has its own sword intent.

36 petals are combined into one petal.

36 swords are combined into one sword.

There was silence.

Jiang Changlan murmured, "Fairy Yu is actually a master of swordsmanship?"

How can it be?

What kind of genius qualifications does this require?

Fang Linhe's long sword fell to the ground.

He lost this one.

The loss was not wronged, and the people present thought that they would never do better than Fang Linhe if they went up.

Because he can only break ten thousand spells with one sword, but Yu Yingqiu can turn ten thousand spells into one sword.

Yu Yingqiu frowned slightly, and said softly: "Thank you for your sword." I enjoyed this fight very much.