I have nothing but luck

Xie Rongjiao moved his lips, feeling as if something had taken root deeply in his heart, just waiting for a suitable moment to bud and bloom against the rain and dew.

But he didn't know what it was after all.

Of course, I don't know whether it is a red flower or a grass seedling that sprouts, and what kind of flower it is.

So what he said in the end was a very boring sentence: "It's not too late, it's better to go back."

At night, Xie Rongjiao adjusted his breath to soothe his nerves and calm his mind. He didn't think about Jiang Jingxing's words at all. He had no emotional intelligence or sensitivity and regarded it as Jiang Jingxing's occasional emotional leak.

Is it that the saint is not allowed to be sentimental once or the saint is not allowed to be a second time?

The master says what he says, and I do my thing.

The former young master of the Xie family was very stubborn and unreasonable.

In the early morning of the next day, the wind was breezy and the clouds were clear.

It's fine weather for a fight.

Jiang Changlan has been nervous since last night, and he seems to be more absorbed and nervous than Xie Rongjiao, the righteous master.

He placed his ardent hope of Xie Rongjiao's victory on Jiang Jingxing, "Did the sage teach the world how to defeat the enemy and win last night?"

"That's what I said."

Jiang Changlan's eyes lit up, as if a fire of hope had been lit in his eyes.

Xie Rongjiao thought for a while: "The sentence is too long to make up and retell. The general idea is to let me give up struggling and just wait for death."

Angry, Jiang Changlan gritted his teeth: "Your Majesty, please don't listen to the sage. You have put in all kinds of effort to say nothing about a sentence that you said before the sage, but instead the sage lightly said that you are just waiting to die? I am so sorry, my son!"

What a Jiang Jingxing, I didn't expect you to be such a heartless and heartless saint!

Xie Rongjiao blushed: "Brother Jiang, what you said like that seems to be true."

"It's okay for a saint to talk, but you must not take it seriously, my son!" Jiang Changlan repeatedly warned, "I will stand behind you, my son, and I believe you will win!"

Xie Rongjiao was really dumbfounded towards him: "Brother Jiang, don't worry. What the master says is the master's business. I told him that I want to take the first place, and I will try my best."

Ah, thousands of words and persuasive persuasion are still nothing compared to Xing Zhizhi's casual words in front of Jiang Jingxing.

For the first time, Jiang Changlan felt the sadness of fate.

Could it be that lifelong friends are destined to be no better than half-way mentors and apprentices?

He seems to have forgotten who is a half-way monk and who is a long-term companion.

In the battle between Fang Linhe and Yu Yingqiu, everyone did their best, and everyone deserves respect.

Of course, Jianmen disciples will not have any regrets.

But compared to their thousand-year-old enemy, they are more willing to support Xie Rongjiao, a fellow practitioner of Jianjian.

Ah, sword cultivator.

How intimate and convincing these two words are.

Students who don't choose academies are far less casual than Jianmen disciples.

They have always adhered to the morality in their hearts.

For example, after queuing up at the same restaurant and having dinner, you can call each other classmates.

How can there be no reason not to support the fight of classmates?

Coupled with the intimidation and pressure of Jiang Changlan from the four surnames, he vowed to make Xie Rongjiao overwhelm Yu Yingqiu with his momentum as soon as he appeared on the stage, so as to achieve a good start and make his bet more hopeful, Xie Rongjiao When they stepped onto the stage, the crowd was louder than ever before.

The female disciple of the Fazong held Yu Yingqiu's hand reluctantly: "Senior Sister Yu, it's not that the younger sisters don't want to cheer for you, it's because the younger sisters have the virtue of looking at faces, you know it."

Yu Yingqiu nodded solemnly and smiled: "I know, so they didn't go to cheer for the Xie family's eldest son, which is a rare kindness."

The female disciple breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that senior sister doesn't blame me."

Then she spoke cheerfully, revealing her true nature: "Senior sister, please remember to be merciful, don't hurt Xie Langjun's face!"

Yu Yingqiu: "..."

Before fighting with the elder son of the Xie family, Yu Yingqiu suddenly wanted to have a fight with her seniors and sisters first.

However, Dharma Zong in front of people is always the Dharma Zong who is quiet and uncontroversial.

Yu Yingqiu has always been the fairy like a lotus.

She stepped onto the stage and whispered in a soft voice: "I have practiced the Nianhua Palm Jue for sixteen years. I have practiced the Nianhua Palm Jue to the highest level, and I can transform ten thousand dharmas with one palm. I have learned superficially, and I can only do a thousand dharma with one palm. I am very happy to have a chance to experience the Grand Master's Haoran Sword today."

Yu Yingqiu is very beautiful.

Curved eyebrows and bright eyes, cherry lips and snow skin, brows and eyes are full of spring waves.

Just like this, Fang Neng's little lady gritted her teeth and stomped her feet: "Between Senior Sister Yu and Mr. Xie Lang, who should I expect to win?"

Jiang Changlan only had his own dignity and the bet money in his heart, and he was completely unaffected by beauty, so he slapped his cousin who had defected before the battle: "What's the future?"

He was ruthless: "The position is so changeable, it can be seen that your heart is not firm, go back and let me personally supervise your cultivation."

Very public revenge.

Xie Rongjiao said: "Me too."

They hold a peer salute to each other, their movements are beautiful and neat, and their hearts are sincere.

Whether it is Xie Rongjiao or Yu Yingqiu, both think that the other party is a very good opponent worthy of respect.

Whether it was Xie Rongjiao or Yu Yingqiu, they came to the stage to have a good fight and take another step in seeking the Tao.

Sincerely of course.

Zhenjiang Shan Qingming unsheathed, Yu Yingqiu stretched her hand out of her sleeve.

The disciples on the stage subconsciously closed their eyes, tears streaming down their faces, and when they opened them again, the tears blurred their vision, making them unable to see clearly the scene on stage for a while.

There is no other reason.

After they saluted, thousands of rays of light appeared on the stage in an instant, and thousands of lotus flowers emerged.

The first move of the two was unreserved, and it can even be said that they used the best ultimate move, fighting with all their strength from the beginning.

The disciples on the stage held back their tears and held their breath.

Yu Yingqiu raised her hand, and just when she was about to pinch her fingers again, her five fingers froze slightly, and she turned her palm upwards, as if there was a breeze, and gently swayed, disrupting the direction of the lightning-like sword energy.

Yu Yingqiu was just about to turn a thousand swords into a thousand swords, but Xie Rongjiao took a step ahead to see her intentions. The mighty sword energy was the first to catch people, disrupting the mysterious and flawless aura around her, and did not give Yu Yingqiu any time to make a trick.

Thousands of rays of light face thousands of lotus flowers.

A sword meets a pair of palms.

Xie Rongjiao unleashes a thousand swords, Yu Yingqiu transforms a thousand dharmas, in fact, they are all at the highest level made by their realm.

Therefore, in the first move, more than half of their spiritual power was quickly drained, and the remaining half was aching in the meridians due to the excessively fast operation and insufficient quantity, silently protesting the overdraft of physical strength.

The first sword collided with the first lotus flower.

The light exploded and disappeared in the air, and the lotus flowers scattered and quietly melted on the ground.

It seemed to be silent, but it made Xie Rongjiao's sword stagnate, and Yu Yingqiu's fingers stopped.

The petals of the lotus are stretched out, and the rotation is unhurried, like the ripples on the water surface being blown by the wind.

When the lotus is spinning, the 36 petals change silently, gradually densely covered with mysterious runes from the root, such as the eternal truth of turning flowers blooming and falling, the moon waxing and waning, and the river flowing eastward.

It is so profound that it incorporates the evolution of all things, but it is so simple and pure that it will never change.

The edge of Xie Rongjiao's sword trembled lightly, the tip of the sword curved like water waves.

In the next moment, a lake of silver was born.

The Silver Lake is made up of bright lines line by line, shining like a mirror, and the undulating water is sharp and unpredictable instead of the usual softness, as if a sword will pop out to kill at any time.

The lotus is born on the water.

The awe-inspiring sword energy in Yinhu strangled every inch of the air, and swept across the entire arena like sand and dust.

The wind and the waves go together, and when the waves are surging, it is inevitable that they will bring the wind to dance, so that the corners of the clothes are flying, and the long hair is hunting.

The waves roll on the lotus, and the good wind takes advantage of it.

When Xie Rongjiao's figure reappeared, he was already three feet away from Yu Yingqiu's face, the light on the tip of the sword was like a dragon swimming among the clouds poking its head out, opening its mouth to bite.

It seems that the outcome has been sealed.

Jiang Changlan frowned: "It's so easy, I always feel uneasy."

Fang Linhe didn't say a word, but silently wiped the sword in his hand.

The Jianmen disciples who were familiar with him could tell at a glance that he wanted to fight, so it would be safer not to speak at this time.

As soon as Shen Xi opened his mouth, some disciples answered desperately: "We know about Senior Brother Shen! With your combat power, you are not a single enemy, so you just go up and deliver food for nothing!"

He shouted out for countless disciples: "Please don't talk!"

just seems.

Yu Yingqiu clasped her hands together, her ten fingers huddled together to form a circle.

The disciples on the stage couldn't see the mystery of her method, they just felt rumbles in their head following the movements of her ten fingers, and their heart couldn't help beating wildly, wanting to jump out of the body.

Some elders stopped a few disciples whose symptoms were so severe that they couldn't sit still and said, "Yu Yingqiu's Taoism is sublime, so don't force it, or you will harm yourself."

The tip of Xie Rongjiao's sword was only an inch away from Yu Yingqiu's eyebrows.

Judging from his original speed of drawing the sword, it was easy to cross this inch, even without the strength of a single finger.

This inch cannot be shortened.

Xie Rongjiao retracted his sword and retreated quickly!

Yu Yingqiu separated her palms and hooked her fingers, as if grabbing something by the tail and pulling them out.

Suddenly two fish jumped out of Silver Lake.

They form a ring from head to tail, one black and one white, as if they are endless.

The koi leaps over the dragon's gate, and the yin and yang fish of Tai Chi.

It is the closest to the Taoist true law and the best interpretation.

Wanfa can not only transform a sword, but also transform the Taoism that is closest to the essence and the closest to the Tao.

Yu Yingqiu can transform swords with spells, and even the sword intent she transforms is by no means inferior to sword repair.

But what she cultivates is still Taoism in essence.

Hopeful for the Holy Realm, revitalizing Taoism for 300 years, a young genius who knows everything.

These words are not exaggerated when used to praise Yu Yingqiu.

Xie Rongjiao raised his hand to wipe away a trace of blood from his lips.

Under the pressure of the recent Taoism, his lungs ached. Even the simplest movement of raising his hand was to squeeze the spiritual power of his whole body to his hand, and then he barely resisted the power of the yin-yang fish and made the movement of raising his hand.

It was as if he was just an ordinary person who didn't even have the strength to lift a sword. Facing the pressure of Mount Tai, the sky was about to fall, and he was powerless to resist it, and had nothing to borrow from it.

A dead end, no way back.

Not to mention sending out the sword to Yu Yingqiu.

Xie Rongjiao clenched the hilt of the sword with the last bit of strength, the gems pierced the flesh, and the carvings left marks.

It's not time to admit defeat.

At least he doesn't want to admit defeat now.