Brave the world of self-cultivation with the aura of Jack Su

Chapter 73 Preliminary Competition
It is not a secret that Moxiu, who was wearing purple clothes, was killed on the outskirts of Chaoyang City, and many people have seen it.

Liu Piaopiao also heard about it the next day.

At the breakfast stand of fried scallion pancakes in Dongshi, almost everyone was discussing this matter, and it was difficult for her to know.

It's probably because the magic cultivator's way of crossing the catastrophe was too peculiar, or his death was too tragic.

In Chaoyang City today, the death of Ziyi Moxiu has become a hot topic.

If Cultivator also plays Weibo, it will probably give this topic a "boom", and it will definitely be the number one hot topic at the moment.

Sitting next to Liu Piaopiao were Qingling and Chu Jing, the three of them looked at each other, listening to the high-spirited discussions of the monks next door.

Passerby A: "Let me tell you, I saw it with my own eyes at the time. That female cultivator killed the enemy with one move, and after killing someone, she flew away on a fire phoenix."

Passer-by B: "Hey~ What I heard is not like this. My relative was nearby at the time. He clearly said that the female cultivator in red was the one who tortured and killed the demon cultivator in purple. , set fire to the corpse and flew away on the fire phoenix.”

Passerby A: "Does your relatives have any experience? The fire phoenix is ​​a divine beast, and you can't brag about it like that."

Passer-by B: "The fire luan is still an ancient beast. Is there any difference between what you're talking about and bragging?"

Passerby A: "I saw it with my own eyes last night!"

Passer-by B: "Who knows whether you really saw it with your own eyes or faked it, maybe you heard it from someone."

Passerby A: "I really saw it with my own eyes, but you, your so-called relative, did you make it up? In fact, it's just hearsay, right? No wonder you guessed me like this just now, so you judge others by yourself!"

Liu Piaopiao looked at Qingling, with a worried expression on her face.

No matter what version they heard, one thing is certain, the woman in red is very powerful, and it is so overwhelmingly powerful that the magic cultivator they have always been afraid of was crushed to death like an ant up.

"I'm fine, you can eat quickly, you will participate in the preliminary round of the Xianmen Grand Competition later." The enchanting girl showed a rare calmness, and her youthful face carried a maturity that was not in line with usual.

She has been used to fighting and killing since she was a child, and she has encountered a lot of intrigues, so this little setback is nothing.

The two female cultivators beside her always regard her as a little sister.

Chu Jing felt that the scallion pancakes on his mouth were not as fragrant as usual.

"Aren't you really trying to hold on?"

Qingling looked at the greasy female cultivator, and said with certainty: "This is such a big deal, what is there to insist on? I'm actually quite lucky, the one who met the red-clothed female cultivator was from that sect A traitor, not me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sit here and talk to you with meaningless gossip."

Liu Piaopiao finished eating the things around her in two or three bites, and when she heard Qingling's words, she showed a faint smile.

It seems that there is such a tinge of relief, which means that my family has a young girl who has grown up.

"It's great if you can think this way. It's a small thing to arrest people. The most important thing is to save your own life first."

Nine out of ten times life is unsatisfactory, how can everything go smoothly.

The only thing in this world that can be considered exhaustive is God.

Although it is important to perform sect missions, it is more important to learn to protect yourself during missions.

Everyone's life is precious. On the basis of cherishing your own life, you should worry about other things around you.

Seeing Liu Piaopiao's old mother's gratified expression, Qing Ling rolled her big eyes.

"Okay, take care of yourself now. You're still dawdling after breakfast. Yujian is not allowed to fly in Chaoyang City, and the road is so congested. Don't be late for the competition."

"Okay, okay, I see, it's done, let's go."

Liu Piaopiao tidied herself up quickly, and then got up.

The Chaoyang Sect at the time of the Immortal Gate Grand Competition looked extraordinarily grand and beautiful.

The elegant pavilions in the mountains seem to exude a faint brilliance, with faint clouds drifting past, like a fairyland on earth.

A rainbow rose in the sky, and the splendor of the aura enveloped the entire mountain range, and the rich aura shook everyone's spirits.

From time to time, a group of cranes fly by, making people feel that this scene should only exist in the sky.

The outer mountain gate, next to the huge mountain gate, is full of monks queuing up to enter the gate.

Those people were holding signs in their hands, and their excitement was beyond words.

Even if they don't get the quota for the Xianmen Grand Competition, tickets for the auditorium are hard to find, and they got it through a lot of connections.

As soon as you enter the mountain gate, it is the boundary for the disciples of the outer sect to practice. Among the many pavilions and pavilions, there is a wide and huge square. Five competition platforms have been built on it, and the surroundings of the competition platforms are already full of people.

Liu Piaopiao stood on the top of the stage, looking at the younger brothers and sisters who were cheering for him on the bottom, with a bit of shame on his face.

"Senior Sister! Come on! We believe in you!" Hua Yue clenched her fists, her face full of fighting spirit.

Many people around her were attracted by her cheering voice and cast their gazes.

Lin Chao was a little restrained, and just showed his thumb towards Liu Piaopiao. The boy's still immature face was full of tension and dignity.

Lian Rong stood quietly beside Mu Yunsheng, also pumping her fists to cheer for Liu Piaopiao, but she didn't have the nerve to shout out like Hua Yue.

On the shoulders of Fuqing real person is a little boy, who is still a young shepherd boy.

"Fairy Liu, come on!" Pu Xiuzhu was still holding the child in her arms, she imitated Hua Yue and cheered loudly, her face flushed after shouting.

Standing opposite Liu Piaopiao was a young man who had built a foundation and achieved perfection.

His face looked like he had just turned [-], fresh and handsome, his expression looked lazy, with two parts of arrogance.

Judging from his speech and behavior, he is indeed a talented player who is very confident in himself.

"I said, can we start?"

This is the first time for the young man to come across this kind of dragging his family to cheer him up.

Liu Piaopiao looked at the young male cultivator opposite her, with a serious expression on her face.

She took out her long knife to cut off the water, saluted and said, "Sorry, let's start."

The male cultivator snorted, drew his sword and began to attack.

After the attack, the male cultivator's temperament seemed to have been washed, and he became sharp and dangerous, like a strong wind blowing through the mountains, with unparalleled sharpness, and his speed was among the best in his class.

Seeing the opponent's attack, Liu Piaopiao's temperament also changed.

The gentleness was subdued, revealing a sharpness that was rarely shown at ordinary times.

She is like a steel knife that has just been unsheathed, with a slight cold glow, and the blade is not facing everyone, which can already make people feel the sharp oppression.

The moment the two came into contact, a cold light flashed, and many people present did not see it clearly, and the two began their second confrontation.

The figures of the two were extremely fast, and few people who built the foundation under the stage could see clearly.

What most people felt was the sound of dense metal collisions on the stage, and the movements of two people who were so fast that only people could see afterimages.

Feng Qing could hardly believe that the female cultivator at the late stage of Foundation Establishment opposite him could match the speed of his mutated Wind Spirit Root Foundation Establishment Dzogchen, which made him restrain his arrogance and face his opponent more seriously.

Liu Piaopiao also played very hard.

She used to like martial arts, thinking that the only thing that can't be broken in martial arts in the world is speed, and she really paid attention to speed when she was practicing.

Didn't expect it to come in handy now.

The speed of the person opposite was so fast that she felt a little strenuous.

Her current speed, on the one hand, relied on her previous training, and on the other hand, relied on her explosive power and endurance far beyond ordinary people.

It is difficult for her to sustain for a long time in such a high-load rapid movement.

Feng Qing felt that his physical strength was draining rapidly, and there was already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Even if the spiritual root attribute allows him to have a faster speed than ordinary people, it will consume a lot of energy in the long run.

He originally planned to make a quick decision as soon as he came up, but now it seemed that he had to change his strategy.

The young man no longer took the initiative to attack quickly, but manipulated the wind around him, using invisible wind blades to attack in multiple directions.

Liu Piaopiao didn't pay attention at first, and was hit.

A cut was made on the white Qingshanmen disciple's uniform, and the skin on the back of the garment was torn, revealing a little blood.

She took two steps back, covering her arm that hadn't been injured for a long time, her eyes became more radiant, and even became hot.

Feng Qing is naturally aware of the power of his attack, but it's just that the scratching of the skin makes him feel extremely incredible.

But thinking of what might be a magic weapon for defense, he continued to attack.

Liu Piaopiao directly gave up defense and started an extreme strategy of only attacking but not defending.

There were more wounds on her body. Although no blood flowed out, the wounds, whether light or heavy, were still a bit scary.

But such a strategy was not useless. She gave up her defense and attacked, pushing the male cultivator to the edge of the stage.

Feng Qing looked at the platform behind her, feeling that she was completely crushed and beaten.

The woman across the street looks like a freak.

He didn't care about the damage of the wind blade at all, and focused on attacking, suppressing him and chopping.

The knife in his hand was swung quickly, his hands were numb from the shock, and there was no room to breathe.

Fengqing's sect is a sect called Xiaoyao Xianzong in Dongzhou Continent.

Feng Qing can be regarded as a quite prestigious genius in the sect. When those people saw him being pressed and beaten, they couldn't help but lower their breaths, and their expressions became a little more nervous.

Zhao Xun also came to see Liu Piaopiao's preliminary round, but he came a little later and stood behind Fuqing real person.

Seeing the woman's sharp and extreme dismissal made him both surprised and worried.

Qingling was invited by Chu Jing, who was an insider, and also stood under the table.

Seeing Liu Piaopiao's extreme attack, there was worry in his eyes.

"Usually she looks lukewarm, but now she looks like a desperate lunatic. Is she crazy because she wants to win? She doesn't even hide." She and Chu Jing, who was also watching the game, complained.

With so many wounds on his body, wouldn't he feel pain?
Shu Jing comforted, "She should have her own plans."

Feng Qing stepped on the edge of the table, had to take out a few spells and threw them towards Liu Piaopiao.

Liu Piaopiao didn't dare to take this thing directly, she quickly dodged to avoid it.

Even if she couldn't be killed, she couldn't accept that her clothes were burned off.

The reason why she gave up defending against the wind blade was because she felt that the degree of injury was just right, so she could temper her physical strength that hadn't improved for a long time, and consume the opponent's physical strength by the way, that's all.

There was a loud explosion, and a wave of heat rushed over the table.

Using a spell to drive away the female cultivator on the opposite side, Feng Qing finally had room to breathe.

He took out another fire spell and started attacking with his wind spell.

The burning tornado surrounded Liu Piaopiao, and then began to tighten.

A little spark dipped in the corner of Liu Piaopiao's clothes began to burn quickly.

She frantically extinguished the fire on her clothes, and used an earth spell to surround herself with mounds of soil.

Then a U-shaped earth arch was made, which directly broke through the fire-colored tornado and successfully broke through the encirclement.

As soon as Liu Piaopiao came out of the circle, the earth arch collapsed, and the strong wind made it only last for a short period of time.

Seeing that all her methods had failed, Feng Qing was also anxious.

He defeated many opponents with this method, but he didn't expect that it doesn't work now.

Seeing that the other party used a spell, Liu Piaopiao took out a formation disk unceremoniously.

She threw the formation plate on the ground, and the huge arena instantly turned into a quicksand pit.

The fine yellow sand flowed slowly, and the clods on the ground were covered little by little, and gradually sank.

Feng Qing's feet were also sunken in, and after he struggled a few times, his whole body sank even deeper.

He used Yujian's formula, but the sword in his hand didn't respond at all.

"It's useless, this is the set meal I gave you, quicksand and forbidden air." Liu Piaopiao said with a smile.

Feng Qing frowned and said: "You set the scope on the entire martial arts arena, so what are you going to do? Could it be that you want to die with me?"

Liu Piaopiao took out a seed and threw it into the sand, and soon there was a big green ivy underneath to support her.

"Obviously it's impossible. Of course I have my own way." She was triumphant.

He patted the sand in his hand with a clear air, and did not intend to admit defeat.

He called the wind, and let the wind drag the upper half of his body up.

At this time, the sand had already covered his thighs, and the expression on his face looked a little hideous.

The flowing bunker had a kind of suction force, he forcibly pulled himself up, and his legs were under great pressure.

The severe pain made him feel as if he was about to be torn apart.

Liu Piaopiao condensed the water into ice, and all those ice needles were aimed at the so-called genius male cultivator in the bunker.

"Admit defeat, you can't beat me." She said seriously.

Feng Qing was so angry that his eyes were red, and he paid a pill.

His arrogance does not allow him to stop at the preliminary round!

When the people around saw him taking the elixir, some worried and some regretted on their faces.

"Qing'er!" The elder of Xiaoyao Xianzong's face became more anxious.

(End of this chapter)