She is Jianxiu

Chapter 500 Chapter four hundred ninety-nine
Qi Yunrong is a spiritual body, not only physically strong, but also sensitive to subtle fluctuations in spiritual power.

Now the Ningyuan Caitou has been won by many monks, and all kinds of competitions are in full swing, but Qi Yunrong's heart is always a little dull, as if there is some indescribable aura tightly entangled around him, but after she carefully discerns it , but still can't tell the details.

She noticed that as long as the monks on the battle platform, their footsteps were heavier than before. Others might explain this by exhausting the battle, but she thought it was just a little lost in the eyes of the defeated. The monk who won the precious lottery is still a little mentally depressed, and it may be difficult to explain it simply by exhaustion.

However, after those monks sat at the table, they all came back after adjusting their breath not long after, and their expressions were still as usual. When Qi Yunrong saw this, he couldn't find the source to speak, and instead became a little confused.

But the phenomenon that can be found is that the longer she stays on the battle platform, the more sluggish her expression becomes. She has scruples in her heart, so she had to stop Ji Ling with a voice.

"Know yourself and the enemy and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles. You might as well take a look at their strength first, so that you can find the weak point and break it with one blow."

This was not Qi Yunrong's usual style, Ji Ling pursed her lips slightly, and she fell down on the seat, which was quite strange.

Fortunately, she was interested in the Blood Dragon Pill today. After seeing the two people on the stage fighting fiercely, she immediately sat up and stared intently.

As for Qi Yunrong's slight awareness, it was not within Master Fuya's expectation, he was very happy today, raised his glass and chatted with everyone, and once again mentioned Master Xu at the banquet, his words were mostly praises, one couldn't help but feel it look sideways.

"The ascending platform of this seat is the thing of the first teacher, and it was passed on to the brothers in the door. After I became a real baby, the brothers gave it as a congratulatory gift. It has been thousands of years old, and it is tens of hundreds of years old. Two real infants attack together, and they can't leave any traces on it," Fu Ya's expression was smug, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face.

It was the first time for everyone in the audience to hear him mention the sect, and they didn't know that there was a senior brother behind him.

However, Fu Ya didn't intend to elaborate on the matter of the master's school. He changed the subject, and his eyes fell directly on Zheng Shaoyou who was behind Qingyang: "My nephew is from the sect, and he has an extraordinary status. He also came here from a long distance. This Minglei Cave, it just so happens that my two disciples are almost as different from yours in cultivation. I have heard of my nephew's reputation for a long time, and I already have the heart to ask for advice. If not, my nephew will also come to teach her two after they have finished competing for the prize. "

"Junior don't dare," Zheng Shaoyou hastily got up and cupped his hands, "If the two fellow daoists intend to—"

"Brother Fu Ya doesn't know something. My foolish sword intent is not yet a beginner. Once I start to make a move, I'm afraid it doesn't matter. When he is more diligent in the future, I will talk about giving advice!"

No one expected that Master Qingyang would directly slap Fu Ya in the face, so the surroundings were silent for a while.It's just that he speaks clearly and has a serious face, even Fu Ya himself can't figure out whether Qingyang is avoiding the battle on purpose, or if he really does.

"What are you afraid of? It's inevitable that you will suffer some pain when discussing Daoism. Besides, the two disciples of mine are not coquettish. Don't worry, brother Qingyang and nephew Zheng Xian." He smiled and put his hands on the table Come on, invite again.

Unexpectedly, Qingyang didn't say a word, Zheng Shaoyou didn't dare to disobey his master's order, the atmosphere in the arena was deadlocked, so that everyone didn't dare to move at all.

Aren't these two people close, so why do they still seem a bit tense now?
Seeing that the situation at the banquet was not good, Xiao Chan hurriedly stepped forward with a smile, took the cup on the table, filled it up and said: "I have long heard that Fellow Daoist Zheng is very powerful, but I have no time to ask fellow Daoist for advice. Fortunately, my younger sister has already done it for me As the elder sister, I observed the sword intent of fellow daoist, and one of us got his wish. Now fellow daoist, considering the safety of the two of us, it is also a blessing for me and my younger sister, so I wish fellow daoist Zheng an early success in the way of swordsmanship. At that time, my little sister and I will come to ask for advice."

After finishing speaking, she raised her head and drank it down without showing any pretentiousness. Someone in the audience said "yes", and the atmosphere came alive.

Zheng Shaoyou accepted her a glass of wine and drank it all.

Fu Ya knows that Qing Yang is a stubborn temper, he can't be stubborn, no matter how angry he is, at this moment he can only show his face and pretend to be coy with him.

"Hey, I remember that little friend who climbed to the top of the Zhaixing Tower that day also came with Brother Qingyang, why is he missing today?"

He changed the subject and asked about Zhao Chun's whereabouts, Qingyang remained motionless, and replied, "She has something to do with her teacher, so I can't delay her, I have already sent her out of Minglei Daze."

"It's also a pity. I wanted to see what the first person who climbed to the top of the Zhaixing Tower in more than 2000 years is capable of." like that.

There is a mystery in his Yuntai, and a monstrous formation is set up in the middle of the ground. As soon as the monks come to the stage to compete, they can absorb a little bit of energy from their bodies and make up for it.And the stronger the aptitude and foundation of a monk, the more energy and energy he can release. If the person who climbed to the top of the Zhaixing Tower goes up, he may be worth hundreds of monks of the same rank.

What a pity!

But it didn't matter, she was not what I expected, it could only be considered a surprise, even if she left early and couldn't be on stage, the people on the guest list were enough to start the big formation.

Fu Ya's breath was slightly relaxed, and he looked at Qing Yang's face calmly, only to see that the other party was fine, so he settled down.

I don't know why this old man is going crazy, Zheng Shaoyou can't get on the stage, he has to use some savings to start the battle, it hurts to think about it.

……

"This person is not your opponent. Let's make a quick decision later. Get the Blood Dragon Pill and come down. Don't stay on the stage."

Ji Ling didn't know why Qi Yunrong behaved like this, when she stood on the stage, her earnest advice was still lingering in her ears.

Whatever it is, Yun Rong will never harm her!
With a kick of her legs, Ji Ling leaped up from one end of the stage, and bumped into the lean half-monster man in front of her.

Most of the semi-demons are physically trained, and both parties on the stage are no exception, so it seems a bit arrogant to fight against each other. You come and I punch to the flesh, and others can hear the muffled sound of the hammering of the flesh, but it is just like what Qi Yunrong said , the half-monster man on the opposite side is not Ji Ling's opponent, not to mention that in Minglei Cave, the blood of the Thunder Swallowing Beast has an innate advantage.

After about sixty or so moves, the man's body trembled, and Ji Ling bowed to avoid the lingering fist wind. The next moment, a heavy palm landed on his back, and there was a crisp sound like a bone crack. Then he fell limply to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Tuchen lost, but there are still people on stage to fight!"

The maid at the side hurriedly read out the results of the battle, and seeing that there were no more demon movements around, she took off the jade bottle and handed it to Ji Ling: "Ji Ling, a famous disciple of Minglei Cave, got ten Blood Dragon Pills!"

With her wish fulfilled, Ji Ling raised the jade bottle in her hand, shook it and grinned at Qi Yunrong.

But for some reason, he happened to meet the other party's worried eyes.

　after the second watch

　　
　
(End of this chapter)