Listening to the Phoenix

On the high pavilion belonging to the Jiuchu Sect, the accompanying disciples, except for Lingyinzui and Moshanglian, have already competed with their chosen opponents on the stage.

On the high pavilion, Mo Shanglian put out a formation plate, clearly told the remaining three major repairs not to eavesdrop, then looked at Chaoshan Jiange, "Did you see it?"

Following his gaze, Lingyinzui saw the young man who was looking straight at this side.

The sword eyebrows are flying, and although the facial features are immature, they can already see the sharp color.

"Qinglan."

"Speaking of which, I was really surprised when I saw him." Mo Shanglian said, "I thought that those who became immortals would stay in the secret realm of their own sect, but I didn't expect there to be another Jumping outside."

"I can't see it." Listening drunk looked at Mo Shanglian who was full of teasing in his eyes, and couldn't see where he was surprised.

Mo Shanglian was choked up by his words.

Feng Que made a move, and Rong Mingyao, who was opposite him, looked at the chess board and thought for a while, then made the move.An Heyi sat on the chair and watched the competition below, tapping his fingers on the table from time to time.

"The winner, Jiuchu Liuchen."

An Heyi stopped tapping, "Eleven places."

Rong Mingyao said: "Brother, you don't have to be too harsh, Xiaoyu is only eighteen."

An Heyi said: "Cang Mo and Han Li Fifteen."

Rong Mingyao had nothing to say.

Mo Shanglian, who had just removed the formation board, looked at him in a slightly complicated manner: You have already seen that Yinzui and I must be more than fifteen and come to compete with An Xiaoyu?

Feng Que took the chess piece back.

When An Xiaoyu came to the top pavilion, An Heyi dragged him away, and explained using the battle just now as a textbook: "Before the battle just ended, you have a total of eleven chances to defeat him."

"Xie Xilan at the Chaoshan Jiange, please fight the Jiuchu Zong Hanli." The young man on the Jiange rolled his eyes at Lingyin Zui, moved his lips slightly, and mouthed.

Ling Yinzui walked to the railing, nodded to him, and then jumped off the railing!

When he landed on the empty competition stage, his face was expressionless.

The young man thought about it, the coldness disappeared between his brows, and he was a little eager to try.

Lord Jiange and Lord Dao behind him saw his intentions and fell silent.

Finally, Daoist Si Fei stepped forward and asked cautiously: "Sword Lord, isn't it better to control the sword?"

The young man he called "Sword Lord" looked back: "I think that's not bad."

Daoist Si Fei: "..."

"But Sword Lord, the competition stage is quite far away from our high pavilion..." Si Fei's voice became weaker and weaker under the young man's calm gaze.

The boy leaned on the railing and jumped down.Just when he was about to touch the ground, the long sword on his back fell into his hand, and he flew with the sword in a simple and fluent manner.

Jumping onto the stage, the young man knelt down and worshiped listening to the sound, "Please enlighten me."

Mo Shanglian yawned uninterestedly, "Mingyao, as an elder of the Ninth Beginning, I don't need to participate in the seminar, right?"

Rong Mingyao remained silent, Feng Que looked him up and down for a while, and then asked: "Which upper sect do you think has an elder with your strength?"

Mo Shanglian felt that she had been hit.

I was definitely ridiculed by that guy Feng Queci for his low strength!

The strength is amazing! The DPS is so high!

...really, quite amazing.

Rong Mingyao said: "Your opponents are only elders from second- and third-rate sects. For you, it's not a problem."

"Otherwise, let's take a gamble and see that kid," Mo Shanglian motioned to the young man standing opposite Lingyinzui, "How many tricks can he survive?"

"I bet ten tricks. As for this, there is no name, the effect... Those who died within a quarter of an hour, have half a body or more, and their souls are not far away or broken, they can be resurrected." He took out a pure white one. Put the elixir on the table, "Add a side effect, that is, the strength will drop by one layer."

"How do you know the effect?" Rong Mingyao asked.

"Because there is another one that saved a shabby monk."

Rong Mingyao said: "I don't gamble."

Feng Que thought about it, and took out a crimson jade tablet, "There is a token of Fengcheng. Within five swords."

An Heyi raised his eyebrows, and conveniently put an array disk on the table, "Hundred tricks. This is a space teleportation array, the distance... the entire initial realm, can be used five times."

"Who did it?" Mo Shanglian stared at the disk with burning eyes.

An Heyi was slightly surprised: "Master gave it to me. However, Master has a good relationship with the former head of the Nine Gates, so it should be from there."

Mo Shanglian was immediately disappointed.

Not my brother...

The young man attacked first, his sword intent was as fierce as the wind.

"Sword intent?" An Heyi said softly, "When did Jiange appear—"

"Qinglan Sword Lord?" An Heyi suddenly changed his expression, and blurted out with his youthful face fixed on his face.

Feng Queci and An Xiaoyu's expressions moved slightly.

Qinglan, the only one in this elementary world, is qualified to be called a monk of Sword Lord.

"Ah Ling knows him?" Seeing Mo Shanglian's calm expression, Feng Que asked.

An Xiaoyu looked over with calm eyes.

Shanglian must not only carry the memories of her previous life.

Before becoming Moshanglian, he was Huashanglian, so what about before that?

"Do you think that... Sword Lord will make himself look like a child?" Mo Shanglian asked back.

Uh... that's unlikely.

"Sword Lord Qinglan, whose father Ying Hanzhang once abandoned his son for the Ying family." Mo Shanglian said unhurriedly, "Speaking of which, why do you feel that other than the Rong family, other families are more or less stupid? "There was a sarcastic smile on his brows and eyes, not like a 15-year-old boy at all.

But the four people present didn't think it was strange, and they looked ordinary.

An Heyi's expression was flat: "The Patriarch of the An family is not stupid." After a pause, he said bluntly: "I am not his child, and the master asked him to sever ties with me. It is normal to expel me from the An family."

Four people: "..."

Silent for a long time.

In the arena, the young man who had been dodged by Lingyinzui's sword moves and sword energy finally saw Lingyinzui grasping it in the void, and an ancient and smooth long sword in the form of frost and snow appeared in his hand, stabbing forward.

The boy's eyes froze and his long sword moved.

In the next breath, a cold long sword rested on his neck.

But a monk watching from the sidelines muttered: "Seven Stars Gongrui..."

The young man was a little depressed for a moment, "I lost..."

Ling Yinzui put down the sword, and the long sword dissipated.He said: "There is progress. Not bad."

The young man's depressed mood was immediately dispelled, and after a respectful salute, he stepped off the stage.

Mo Shanglian gritted her teeth and threw the pill to Feng Queci, "It's cheap for you! I bet that man is very happy! He really is Ah Ling's disciple—" Feng Queci's eyes fell on him, and Mo Shanglian Lian Dun paused, and immediately changed his words, "It's not easy for an outsider like me to see the same emotion!" He emphasized the word "outsider", gnashing his teeth faintly.

Rong Mingyao poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ling Yinzui, and asked, "How is it?"

Lingyin said drunkenly: "It's not as good as Shanglian."

Mo Shanglian, who was drawn to compare with a sword cultivator at the Jinxian level, directly ground her teeth: "Lingyin is drunk! Isn't the medical cultivator's attack a bit weak!"

Feng Queci said casually: "Who was it that was so devoted to medicine that he didn't even learn dot matrix?"

"Isn't it just that the attack power of the doctor is weaker?" 』

"Who was the one who devoted himself to medicine and didn't learn any other offensive things? 』

As soon as the words came out, Feng Queci suddenly closed his eyes, and the seal deep in his soul was shocked beyond recognition.

Under the eyelids, golden flames ignited deep in the light-ink pupils.

Lingyin's drunken finger immediately touched Feng Queci's eyebrows, and spiritual power penetrated along the meridians to appease the rioting spiritual power.After hesitating for less than half a breath, Ling Yin's drunken forehead touched Feng Queci's forehead, and the soul began to enter Feng Queci's soul.

An Heyi wanted to stop Lingyinzui but was stopped by Rong Mingyao.

"Cang Ming, how easy is it to enter someone else's soul!" An Heyi scolded slightly with a bit of anger.

"Senior brother, if it's anyone other than... Han Li, I will definitely not let him get close to Que Ci." Rong Mingyao said helplessly, "But Han Li, Que Ci won't hurt Han Li."

An Heyi watched Lingyin get drunk for a while, and found that he was really unharmed before turning around and sitting down, "Cang Ming, I don't want to ask these questions, but you have to give me a guarantee."

Rong Mingyao said: "I swear by my Dao heart, Feng Que's resignation and listening to the sound drunk will never overthrow the Jiuchu Sect."

Mo Shanglian didn't realize it until he finished speaking, and couldn't help but glared at An Heyi.

An Xiaoyu's eyes drooped.

An Heyi's eyes lost focus again.

On a remote path, gritted his teeth, the young boy with a youthful face pulled the boy in a blue and white robe and a high ponytail, and asked a series of questions: "21st century? Earth? Sword three?"

Qing Lan, who came to meet Master in the form of a boy, was dragged down to the competition stage by the boy, his face showed a bit of sullenness, but his heart remained unchanged, until he heard these few words, his eyes showed a trace of shock.

"how do you know--"

Originally, he wanted to ask how you knew these words belonging to another world, but the boy understood that this person who had the same luck as him was wondering who he was.

So as soon as he said this, the young man who misunderstood his words suddenly smiled: "You are a sheep under the Chunyang sect, right? Your series of Chunyang moves are really familiar! My ID is Ye Changliu, and I only see the sky of the Yangtze River It’s a long stream, hidden under the Zhengyang Gate. It’s not easy to meet a fellow villager. Do you know that when I saw the clothes and accessories of Chaoshan Jiange, I was completely stunned—a group of priests and nuns walking like a crowd. I was wondering if someone came here like me and moved the whole Chunyang Palace here! By the way, what is your name? Did you also come here because of playing games in the middle of the night—”

Frowning unbearably, Jianxiu, who was born in Chunyang, had never seen such a chatty and scheming person.Just met him and just said everything out of the tray with a few words, it was so stupid that he was speechless.Qinglan said: "Thank you Xilan, Chunyang Palace is a channel of Chongxu."

"Also, Pindao is not a player, but what you call an NPC formed from a bunch of cold data."

Ye Changliu fell into a daze.

God Sanqing Tianzun Tathagata Buddha Allah Jade Emperor---

I actually met an NPC! !

The author has something to say:

Q: What should the player do when they encounter an NPC?

Ask again: What should a player who has no power to restrain a chicken encounter an NPC whose force value is beyond the table and can walk sideways in this world?

The sad reminder of the long flow of leaves, light the wax

I guess he was confused