Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About me trusting my opponent to lose the game!

"It's too dishonorable for you to do this." Qingxuan pinched Jingci's wrist forcefully, and said a little angrily.

Jingci pretended to be stupid on purpose, he shook Qingxuan's hand violently, and asked with dissatisfaction on his face: "Junior Brother, what do you mean? Since I undertake this event, can't I even stand in the audience and watch it?" "

Just now Qingxuan saw Meng Hongyi in danger of killing on the stage, so he was too anxious to directly interrupt Jingci's spellcasting, otherwise...he would definitely let the other disciples present see clearly before going forward.

"You know it very well in your heart." Qingxuan didn't delve too deeply into it, he stood quietly beside Jingci with his arms around his chest, so that Jingci, who wanted to make small moves, didn't dare to act rashly.

On the stage, Feng raised his sword and stabbed decisively at Meng Hongyi's heart.

A sword spirit whose heart is pierced will not die, but the heart of the sword spirit is closely connected with the heart of the sword master. It can even be said... the heart of the sword spirit is the hub for establishing an inseparable relationship with the sword master.

Once the sword spirit's heart is injured, the sword owner will also suffer great pain, and in severe cases, even his vitality will be severely injured.

Even if Qingxuan interrupted Jingci's interference on the stage in time, Meng Hongyi had no time to block with his sword. The sword was inevitable, so he gritted his teeth and decided to bear it.

But Jing Ci pursed her lips and smiled as she watched the situation on stage, feeling that the overall situation was settled.

After all, everything failed.

The moment the sharp sword touched Meng Hongyi's heart, azure blue light poured out, and everyone present was blinded by the sudden strong light.

It was the Xuanbing pendant made by Qingxuan himself that saved his life.

After the light faded, the man holding the sword had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

At first, Meng Hongyi was stupefied, but he didn't react until he saw the frozen salary, and Qingxuan in the audience didn't expect that the black ice pendant would be useful to save his life in a critical situation.

Hongtuo rushed onto the stage in a panic, and slapped the palm with all his strength, hitting the thick black ice, but there was no reaction at all.

The firmness of the ice was simply beyond imagination.

"How could it be..." Hong Tuo was shocked and slapped a few more times, and finally saw the effect, the ice slowly cracked a gap, beat it several times, and finally burst completely.

Hongtuo left with Feng Yujian covered in frost.

Everyone in the audience was amazed at the powerful energy fluctuation just now. No one thought that Meng Hongyi's small body could burst out such a powerful force.

Just now—it was like experiencing a catastrophe of ice and snow.

Jingci took a deep breath, and then looked at Qingxuan who was beside him, "Such a fierce spirit technique doesn't seem to be learned from inside the sect. It seems...the group in the Xuanhuo Secret Realm has gained a lot."

As soon as Qingxuan returned to the sect, Qingxuan told the other two elders about what happened to the Xuanhuo secret realm, but they all behaved dubiously.

Especially Jingci, he believed early in the morning that Qingxuan and Meng Hongyi had discovered the secret treasure in the Xuanhuo Secret Realm, but he was unwilling to disclose and share it, so he deliberately magnified the painful experience.

Qingxuan knew that Jingci wouldn't believe it, so she didn't bother to waste words.

"He used such a powerful spiritual technique just now, and now he must have consumed a lot, everyone take advantage of this opportunity and hurry up!" Someone in the crowd analyzed it logically.

However, Meng Hongyi, who was standing steadily on the stage, looked at everyone's apprehensive and adoring eyes, and was inexplicably complacent.

"Are you really sure he's consumed a lot?" A questioning voice came from the crowd.

Everyone looked up at Meng Hongyi, who had a ruddy complexion and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and felt that something was wrong, just... there was a feeling of hiding a knife in his smile.

"Brother, don't you want to try it?" Seeing that the others had no intention of attacking, Qingxuan set his sights on Jingci again, "In my opinion, let me go to the sword spirit competition. Everyone has seen it, and I will try my best to investigate that matter clearly."

Qingxuan knew that Jingci could not give up the opportunity. After all, he offered to hold this competition within the sect so that he could participate in the sword spirit competition in a legitimate way.

And the reason why Jingci hesitated at this moment was because of the extreme frost power just now, he knew that he might not be able to deal with it head-on, and if his sword spirit encountered it, it would be very bad luck.

"Since no one continues to challenge, then I will announce the success of the ring defense." Seeing that Jingci has not made a decision, Qingxuan simply jumped onto the stage to announce the result.

Finally, Jingci couldn't hold back anymore, "Wait!"

All the disciples were about to leave the arena, when they saw Jing Ci standing out holding the sword, they immediately became interested in watching the excitement again. Everyone knew what they were not dealing with in private, but such lively scenes of direct confrontation were rare.

Jingci's sword is very special, it looks slenderer than Hongtuo's sword, the strange thing is, with Jingci's slight shaking, the sword body also flexibly twisted, like a graceful figure Pretty women in general.

Seeing this situation, Meng Hongyi guessed that the sword spirit must also be a peerless beauty.

As a result... the sword spirit that Jingci summoned was a heroic young man, his dark blue pupils were like a vast ocean, deep, turbulent and elusive.

The boy stared at Meng Hongyi closely, not to mention hostile, but he didn't act too kindly.

"Chenxi, don't show mercy, no matter what means you use, you must defeat him, and I will help you." When Jingci and Qingxuan walked down the Qiankun Terrace together, they were still quietly communicating with the sword spirit through the air.

Chen Xi, holding a soft sword in his hand, slashed at Meng Hongyi's neck with his sword. The sharp sword body trembled in waves, and there was a low whine of silver friction in the air.

Meng Hongyi sideways sword to resist, but unexpectedly, the soft sword has been plucking the sword surface with skillful force, and the slightest shock goes from the sword body to the hilt.

It can't go on like this!

Meng Hongyi, who took a few steps back, decided not to resist Chenxi's attack. He dodged every attack with extremely fast movement and then quickly circled back, trying to catch him by surprise and catch him off guard.

Meng Hongyi, who was still at a disadvantage just now, fought back and forth with Chen Xi in an instant.

Everyone in the audience applauded again and again, inferring that Meng Hongyi had a greater chance of winning. These trivial discussions not only reached the ears of Jingci and Qingxuan, but also reached the ears of the two teenagers on the stage.

This still had some impact on Chenxi on the stage. He subconsciously glanced at Jingci who was not far away with a dignified expression in annoyance. He felt guilty for a while, and his steps were not steady.

But at this time... Meng Hongyi seized the flaw he showed, and quickly pushed the sword out.

Chen Xi, who came back to his senses, retreated repeatedly and was forced to the edge of Qiankun Terrace. If he fell out of the field, he would naturally lose the game by default.

"Don't... I don't want to fall." Chen Xi looked at Meng Hongyi with pleading eyes.

Meng Hongyi didn't want to embarrass him too much, let alone embarrass Jingci in the audience, so he slowly restrained his edge and said in a low voice: "Then you admit defeat."

At the moment when he was about to withdraw his sword, Chen Xi grabbed Meng Hongyi's elbow with a pounce, and threw him off the stage without hesitation.

Qingxuan thought that he had the chance to win, but he didn't expect such a sudden change. He rushed forward in two or three steps, tried to stretch his arms and finally caught Meng Hongyi before he fell to the ground.

Meng Hongyi, who hadn't had time to react in the future, looked at Qingxuan, only then did he realize what he had just experienced, grievances and self-blame came to his mind instantly, he never thought... Chenxi would actually lie to him.

"I……"

Meng Hongyi just wanted to explain a few words, but was stopped by Qingxuan, "It's nothing, it's just a game, you just won, I saw it all."

"The result of this competition is there for all to see. According to the rules, I will...represent the sect in the next sword spirit competition!" Jing Ci laughed wantonly while standing on the stage.

Seeing him so proud of himself, Meng Hongyi gritted his teeth angrily.

Inside Qingxuan Palace;

The sullen Meng Hongyi picked his hands angrily, "It's all my fault that I underestimated the enemy. He said he didn't want to lose too badly, so I withdrew my sword and wanted to let him go, but I didn't expect that he deliberately lied to me and pushed me down!"

Even if Qingxuan said that no explanation was needed, Meng Hongyi still had to explain, and he had to defend himself, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to hold back in his heart.

"It's okay, it's just a qualification for the Sword Spirit Competition, it's not important, and you don't have to blame yourself too much." Qing Xuan has never been very good at comforting people, and he just clumsily repeated over and over that it's okay.

But Meng Hongyi didn't think it mattered, "But... you worked hard for thousands of years to train me, didn't you just want to participate in the Sword Spirit Competition? Now... because of me, tens of thousands of years of hard work have been in vain."

Although he is young, he is not stupid. From the beginning to the end, Meng Hongyi clearly knows why he exists and why he is cared for by Qingxuan.

As a result...he lost the fight at the first step.

There should be no more failed sword spirit than him!

"I'm going to find him to argue!" Meng Hongyi felt that he should expose Chenxi's behavior and let his disciples know how he won by treachery.

Qingxuan dragged Meng Hongyi away when he announced the result. Since he didn't ask him to explain at the beginning, he will naturally not let him go back to do stupid things now, "There is no evidence, how can you prove that it is he who wants to admit defeat, not you? How about being counterattacked by him if he is inferior in skills?"

These words hit the point, Meng Hongyi was stunned.

He really had no way to prove that what he said verbally would have any effect. In the final analysis, it was just a willingness to fight and a willingness to suffer.

Meng Hongyi was silent, he didn't want to give up, but there was nothing he could do.

Even though everything was messed up, Qingxuan was not annoyed, let alone blamed Meng Hongyi, he was calm as always... as if everything didn't matter.

Meng Hongyi felt that Qingxuan was just trying to endure his emotions, and he felt that Qingxuan must have scolded himself tens of thousands of times in his heart at this moment.

"Do you... regret that the seven days that forged me did not throw me into the furnace to reforge as others suggested?" Meng Hongyi suddenly remembered the criticism from everyone when he first saw him. At this moment, he even felt that everyone Everything he said was right.

He... What great things can he do with the body of a child?