Chinese comics: meticulously crafted from the goddess of Zhu Xian

Although from here, even with a cold face, Lu Xueqi still looked extremely cool and beautiful, but he didn't dare to joke anymore. He quickly put away his smile, focused his mind, and with a gesture of his right hand, he raised a silver-white fairy sword.

"The Ice Sword. With Qi Hao as a role model, the people of Longshou Peak all like to practice this kind of sword."

"I just wonder what the outcome of the upcoming match will be when we encounter Senior Sister Lu's magic weapon."

"Look, it's starting."

Looking up at the stage, I saw Fang Chao had already raised the magic sword, and the stage was suddenly filled with chill.

On the other hand, Lu Xueqi was still sitting expressionlessly on the floating clouds, watching Fang Chao using his luck to condense ice in front of her, seemingly having no intention of attacking at all.

Behind her, she carried a fairy sword in a sky blue scabbard.

Although this magical sword could not merge with its master like the magical swords that most people practiced, no one dared to underestimate it, from Fang Chao on the stage to all the Qingyun Sect members below the stage.

In the way of cultivation, spiritual magic weapons can often become one with their owner after a long period of practice, and only need to be used when needed, which is very convenient.

However, some magical weapons cannot do this because their spirituality is too strong and the human body cannot bear it. They can only be carried by their owners.

However, such magic weapons are often treasures of immortals and are extremely powerful. The deeper the owner's cultivation, the more astonishing the power they can exert. The Qingyun Sect's treasure, the ancient sword "Zhu Xian", belongs to this category.

At this moment, on the stage, a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface within three meters around Fang Chao. Those who were close to the stage, such as Ling Yi, Tian Ling'er and other disciples, all felt a chill on their faces.

But Lu Xueqi, who was still suspended in mid-air, seemed indifferent to this and just looked at Fang Chao coldly.

Fang Chao was performing a one-man show in public, with the magic sword flying around. It was no wonder that he saw hundreds of eyes watching him from the corner of his eye.

But Lu Xueqi's gaze seemed even colder than the chill emitted by his own magic sword. It chilled his heart to the point that he felt as if he had nowhere to move.

Fang Chao was a little anxious, and immediately pointed with his right hand, and the silver-white fairy sword shot upwards towards Lu Xueqi, shouting, "Junior Sister Lu, be careful!"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd below the stage.

Looking at Fang Chao's expression, he seemed to be afraid of hurting Lu Xueqi. Taoist Cangsong, who was sitting in the audience, had an unpleasant expression on his face and snorted heavily.

The snort was filled with disdain, and when it reached the ears of the person next to him, he immediately reacted: "Why, Senior Brother Cangsong seems a little dissatisfied?"

Taoist Cangsong did not even turn his head, and said calmly: "Junior Sister Shuiyue, your disciples are indeed all very beautiful!"

Master Shuiyue's expression changed.

During this magic battle, Taoist Cangsong did not praise her disciples' practice but instead praised the women's beauty, which was obviously sarcastic.

Master Shuiyue raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't know that there are so many playboys and lustful people under the Qingyun Sect."

Taoist Cangsong was furious and was about to refute.

Taoist Master Daoxuan, who was sitting in the middle of them, raised his hand and smiled, "Alright, alright, you are not afraid of losing face by quarreling in front of so many disciples. Let's watch the competition, let's watch the competition."

The two chiefs snorted heavily and turned their heads away.

Fang Chao's silver fairy sword had already shot to the cloud under Lu Xueqi's feet. There was no expression on Lu Xueqi's cold face, and she did not move at all. The cloud under her feet carried her body backwards.

But Fang Chao's magic sword was even faster, and he caught up in the blink of an eye, causing screams and sighs from the audience.

At this critical moment, Lu Xueqi flipped her hand and took the sword behind her. Her face was as cold as ice, and she did not even draw the sword. She just used the sky blue sword to block in front of her body.

"Zheng!"

The clear echo reverberated far away in the square, which was very pleasant to the ear.

Fang Chao's silver-white fairy sword bounced back as if it had been hit hard. Both Fang Chao on the stage and Taoist Cangsong below the stage changed their expressions drastically.

Chapter 56: Cold in front, hot behind

Amidst everyone's surprised eyes, Lu Xueqi did not hesitate at all. A slight pink flush flashed across her snow-white face, and then she threw the sky blue sword out with its sheath with her right hand.

At the same time, the five fingers of his right hand were bent and stretched, and the magic formula was tightly clenched. The sky blue fairy sword suddenly shone brightly in the air, and the blue light covered the entire huge arena. It was full of fairy energy and was obviously not an ordinary item.

Fang Chao did not dare to be negligent. Seeing the bright blue light coming all over the sky, he was shocked.

At the same time, he was even more angry that Lu Xueqi didn't even draw her magic sword and looked down on him.

But he still activated the magic sword in his hand, and in a blink of an eye, three ice walls condensed in front of him, emitting a hint of cold air.

In mid-air, Lu Xueqi's pair of bright eyes shone as stars, her black hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, her grace was peerless and breathtaking.

She seemed to be chanting a spell quietly, and there was no expression on her cold face as she stared.

Everyone only saw that the immortal sword flying in the air and emitting a thousand-foot-long blue light suddenly made a loud noise.

It was like the roar of a wild beast, shaking the entire area. In an instant, a blue light became brighter, and the immortal sword came out of the sky like a mad dragon emerging from the abyss. All the clouds within a radius of dozens of feet were forced to dissipate in an instant, leaving no trace.

Among the myriad blue lights, in the deepest part as blue as the sky, a fairy sword seemed to be flying from the horizon, rushing towards Fang Chao with such force that it was unparalleled at that moment.

Fang Chao's face was solemn, with sweat dripping down his forehead. He was obviously shocked by the great power of Lu Xueqi's blue fairy sword.

In just a moment, the magic sword appeared in front of him.

"Click, click, click!"

As hundreds of Qingyun disciples stared in astonishment, the three ice walls formed by Fang Chao were as soft as tofu and were smashed to pieces by the blue fairy sword that rushed in as if it were nothing.

Fang Chao was shocked. With his strength, it was not impossible for him to condense more ice walls for defense, but he originally thought that three ice walls would be enough. Unexpectedly, Lu Xueqi's Taoism was so profound, and the blue fairy sword was unexpectedly powerful. It arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

At this critical moment of life and death, Fang Chao managed to calm his mind. The silver-white fairy sword glowed, and he guarded in front of him and raised a white light shield.

A moment later, Lu Xueqi's blue fairy sword collided with the white light shield.

"boom!"

The loud noise was like thunder in the sky, rumbling in, and the huge and invisible shock wave quickly spread out in all directions with the two immortal swords as the center.

All the Qingyun disciples standing below the stage suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in their faces, and their whole bodies involuntarily took a step back.

At the same time, the entire circle of onlookers also expanded backwards.

Everyone's face changed, shocked by the unprecedented power of this immortal magic weapon.

After that moment of amazement, everyone's eyes returned to the stage. They saw that Lu Xueqi had landed on the stage at some point, and the magic sword with its scabbard had flown back into her hand. The blue and white lights gradually dissipated, but everyone noticed that Fang Chao's face was as pale as death.

Fang Chao slowly raised his head and pointed at Lu Xueqi. His voice became hoarse for some reason and he said in a hoarse voice: "You..."

Everyone was surprised and didn't know what was going on. Suddenly, something strange happened. The silver-white fairy sword that had been stationary in front of Fang Chao suddenly made several muffled sounds on the sword.

Afterwards, under the gazes of countless eyes, a crack suddenly appeared on the sword and then quickly expanded.

After a moment, the magic sword let out a painful sound, broke into two pieces with a "bang", and fell onto the stage.

There was silence on and off the stage, and everyone held their breath.

Everyone above the sea of clouds knows what a long-cultivated immortal sword means to a cultivator.

"Wow!" On the stage, Fang Chao spat out a mouthful of blood, touched his chest with his hand, his face showing pain. He could no longer hold on and fell to the ground and fainted.

Several people from Longshou Peak immediately rushed to the stage, helped Fang Chao up, and looked at the immortal sword broken into two pieces on the ground. They all had angry looks on their faces, staring at Lu Xueqi, as if they wanted to eat this beautiful woman.

Offstage, Taoist Cangsong clenched his fists and said coldly, "Junior Sister Shuiyue, your disciple is really cruel. It's not enough to win, but you have to rely on magic weapons to destroy other people's immortal swords. What's the logic behind this?"

Master Shuiyue looked indifferent and said coldly: "Xueqi has practiced for too short a time and is not very advanced in Taoism. It is not a big deal that she cannot control a magical object like 'Tianya'."

Taoist Cangsong was so angry that he was about to explode.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder. It was Taoist Master Daoxuan who had stood up and patted his shoulder.

Taoist Cangsong looked at him, finally suppressed his anger, snorted heavily, and walked away.

Taoist Master Daoxuan looked at the tall back of Taoist Cangsong, shook his head, smiled bitterly, turned around, and was about to speak, but saw that Master Shuiyue had also walked away.

At this time, Lu Xueqi glanced at Ling Yi and walked down from the stage and came in front of Shuiyue.

Shuiyue looked at her, a smile appeared on her face, and she nodded.

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything either. She bowed slightly, then stood behind Shuiyue and followed her away.

"I didn't expect Xueqi to be so powerful?" Tian Ling'er sighed as she watched Lu Xueqi leave.

She thought she was already very good, but compared with Lu Xueqi, she was still a little behind.

"Yeah, it is, it's amazing."

Ling Yi looked at Lu Xueqi's departing back.

In front of outsiders, she still won't easily reveal her emotions!

But that's right.

Her master Shuiyue was like this, and she would definitely be embarrassed to show her emotions and greet herself in front of everyone.

In the eyes of outsiders, she is cold and taciturn, like an ice fairy, but as long as she is passionate in front of me, that's enough.

"Come on, Senior Sister, let's go watch the other brothers' games."

"Ah."

Then, Ling Yi and Tian Ling'er were the first to arrive at the competition stage of their junior brother Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan, who had just stepped onto the stage, was a little nervous at first, but when he saw his senior brother Ling Yi and senior sister Tian Ling'er coming to encourage him, he immediately became full of confidence.

What happened next in the game was also unexpected, as we actually won it directly.

The strange fire stick struck out and knocked the opponent off the stage.

The people watching the game were dumbfounded and had no idea how this guy did it.

"Little Junior Brother, you did a good job."

"Xiao Fan, you are awesome."

After Zhang Xiaofan came down, Ling Yi and Tian Ling'er did not hesitate to praise him.

"I...also won by luck." Zhang Xiaofan scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, but very happy in his heart.

"You are already very strong. You must believe in yourself and just keep working hard next time." Ling Yi patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go and watch the other brothers' games."

"Ah."

When they arrived at Song Daren's competition stage, the competition had already ended and the winner was also Song Daren.

At the same time, the competitions of other players in Dazhufeng were also completed.

They gathered together.

On this day, among the disciples from Dazhu Peak who participated in the battle, six won and three lost.

Song Daren, Tian Ling'er, Ling Yi, He Dazhi and Du Bishu all entered the next round.

Zhang Xiaofan's advancement also surprised others.

Six out of the nine disciples of Dazhu Peak advanced, which was a rare good result in hundreds of years, and Tian Buyi was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

Chapter 57: Uncle Shuiyue's taste is getting better and better

The first day of competition ended, half of the sixty-four people were eliminated, and the remaining thirty-two people entered the second round and will continue the competition tomorrow.

After the competition, disciples from each peak went back to practice, eat, or enjoy the scenery.

After Tian Ling'er left with Wen Min and his group from Xiaozhu Peak, she returned to her residence and found Lu Xueqi walking with her. No one knew what they were talking about.

As night fell, Ling Yi quietly came to Shuiyue's room just like he did last night. What Ling Yi didn't expect was that Master Shuiyue had not returned yet.

He waited in the room for a while, and when he heard the noise he knew Shuiyue had returned.

As soon as Shuiyue entered the room and saw Ling Yi inside, Ling Yi had already walked forward, hugged her plump body, and gently stroked Shuiyue's face with his hand.

Shuiyue's body shook, her whole body tensed up, and her Jade Ball Peak kept rising and falling.

Ling Yi took his hand back and said with a smile: "Uncle Shuiyue, why is your face so red?"

His gaze fell from Shuiyue's face to her jade-like peaks.

After years of development and tasting, it has become noticeably bigger, fuller, and more upright, which is really fascinating.

Seeing this little rascal being so presumptuous, Shuiyue felt her face getting hot, her legs tightened a little, and she closed her eyes shyly, then pointed inside the room.

Ling Yi nodded in understanding, then carried her into Shuiyue's boudoir, gently lifted the door with his foot, and closed the outer door.

As soon as he entered the room, his hands became more unbridled, and he had already touched Shuiyue's beautiful petals, feeling the petals of Master Shuiyue with varying degrees of pressure.

Feel the smoothness and elasticity on it.

After a while, Shuiyue hummed softly a few times.