my nun master

Chapter 316 The Oriental Streamer

From now on, for tens of thousands of years, the monks of the six realms have remembered a name at the same time, the preface.

Just because he accepted two apprentices, he just taught them casually for a few months, and then he shined in the Six Realms, and the sharp sword glow made everyone's hearts tremble.

They were envious, they all looked at the man in the colorful long gown with admiration, and they all wanted to worship him.

"Girl, I have worshiped a good master!" Luo Shiyi said with a wry smile as he tried his best to dodge the attack.

"Hmph! You know you don't admit defeat?" Ni Mantian sneered.

"No, this competition is very important to me, and even more important to Changliu. I can't lose!" Luo Shiyi shook his head.

In fact, before going on stage, Mo Yan had confessed that he could not lose when he was eleventh. Master Mo Yan insisted on taking the first place in the grand competition because of his face. Besides, he was already able to recruit apprentices this year. He won the first place. Only then are they qualified to select good disciples.

Ni Mantian sneered, shook her body slightly, and dodged Luo Shiyi's attack as lightly as a finch, and when Luo Shiyi was about to approach her, she suddenly rose into the air.

"Ling Xiao climbed to the top!"

Turning around and blessing, I saw that she was frantically circulating the true energy in her body, and in an instant one after another sword light appeared out of thin air, directly tearing Gang Feng and then slashing towards Luo Shiyi.

Nimantian's momentum continued unabated, and she swung two swords again.

"Seven Stars Gongrui!"

After a soft drink, Luoshi was fixed in place like a log for an instant, which was nothing, and then the second sword struck instantly.

"Three Talents Sword Qi!"

"The transformation of Liangyi!"

Two sword glows illuminated the entire venue, and hundreds of thousands of disciples looked at the high platform with shortness of breath.

"eleven····"

On the high platform, he saw that his beloved disciple was in danger and was immobilized like a wooden stake, Mo Yan suddenly panicked and wanted to make a move with an exclamation.

In an instant, vigorous zhenqi emanated from Mo Yan, and he himself even rushed to the high platform quickly.

Bai Zihua was taken aback for a moment, a little annoyed that it was too late to stop him.

"Mo Yan, this is the Immortal Sword Conference, what are you going to do?"

There was only an arrogant shout from the viewing platform below, and a divine light with long tail wings slashed towards Mo Yan.

"Boom!"

There was a violent impact, and the two figures retreated at the same time, stopping in the void.

"Master Ni, what do you mean?" Mo Yan was furious.

"Pfft..."

At this moment, a white figure flew down from below, Luo Shili on the high platform was chopped off by the sharp sword light, and a mouthful of red blood sprayed out.

"Eleven, how are you?"

Mo Yan was impatient, and ignored Ni Qianzhang, and quickly rushed down into the crowd to hug Luo Shiyi. At this time, Luo Shiyi was already unconscious, and his breathing was weak at the tip of his nose, with only one breath left.

"Ni Qianzhang, I'm going to kill you!"

A burst of anger resounded through the entire Changliu Mountain like rolling thunder.

The terrifying aura raged around the square, and the crowd around Mo Yan and Luo Shi immediately dispersed.

"boom!"

With one kick on the ground, Mo Yan slammed directly into the void.

"Hahaha, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Ni Qianzhang laughed wildly, without any fear, and a faint shield like water waves appeared around him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two people in the void directly started a hand-to-hand fight, and the violent spiritual energy directly tore through the void. The tens of thousands of disciples below stared at this scene with wide eyes, terrified.

The good Fairy Sword Conference turned into a battle between two masters.

"Stop, brother, this is the Immortal Sword Conference!"

A sound of fury resounded through the sky, and Baizi used the body painting technique to the extreme, and directly slammed into the sky, his sleeves flicked, and Mo Yan and Ni Qianzhang were directly knocked away by the strong wind.

"Bai Zihua, what do you mean?"

In the crowd, Ni Qianzhang clutched his chest, roaring angrily with a pale face.

"Daddy!"

Ni Mantian let out an exclamation, and flew to Ni Qianzhang's side, looking at him with red eyes.

"Father is fine!"

Ni Qianzhang forced a smile and rubbed Ni Mantian's little head.

Bai Zihua glanced at Ni Qianzhang lightly, flew directly to Mo Yan's side, stretched out his hand to support him and flew to the palace.

"Sister, are you alright?"

Hua Qiangu trotted over to help Ni Mantian and carried Ni Qianzhang to the disciples on Penglai Island.

"Well, it's okay!" Ni Mantian replied lightly.

Arriving around the disciples of Penglai Island, Ni Mantian said to the beautiful woman, "Mother, take care of Daddy!"

"Senior sister, let's go!" Ni Mantian dragged the cute Hua Qiangu to the high platform.

Hundreds of thousands of disciples looked at the high platform suspiciously, wondering what Ni Mantian was going to do?
Looking around, Ni Mantian's eyes suddenly fell on Bai Zihua's body, her brows were slightly raised, and she said angrily, "Bai Zihua, you hurt my father, do you think it's okay?"

Bai Zihua was taken aback for a moment, his face constantly changing.

"Is she crazy?"

"What does Nimantian want to do? Does she still want to trouble His Majesty?"

"Tch, this is what Changliu did wrong in the first place. This is the Immortal Sword Conference, and they broke the rules first!"

In an instant, the crowd was noisy, and everyone looked to the high platform to discuss.

"What do you want?"

Bai Zihua's expression changed suddenly, and he asked playfully.

"Apologize, of course you have to show some sincerity!" Ni Mantian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, winked at the epilogue above, then looked at Bai Zihua and said, "After all, you are no longer No. 1 in the Six Realms, you are Bar?"

"hiss····"

"This is, Ni Mantian is so courageous, is she trying to blackmail His Majesty?"

"Junior Sister, forget it!" Hua Qiangu looked at the densely packed crowd and tugged on Ni Mantian's sleeve.

Bai Zihua frowned, and asked hesitantly, "What do you want?"

"Oriental streamer!"

Hearing that Ni Mantian uttered "Oriental Liuguangqin" clearly, the whole long stay was completely boiled.

Hundreds of thousands of disciples swallowed wildly at the same time, and all of them looked at Ni Mantian in disbelief.

Bai Zihua's expression changed in an instant, he turned his head and glanced at the calm and composed Motto next to him suspiciously.

Did he mean it?

Bai Zihua murmured to himself, if it was said that Ni Mantian was paying attention, he obviously wouldn't believe it.

What is the Oriental Streamer?
It was an artifact of the ten directions, how could she, Ni Mantian, know that it was in her own hands, and why did she ask for the Dongfang Liuguangqin as soon as she opened her mouth.

"The Six Realms are about to change!" A sigh sounded from the noisy crowd.

Everyone looked at it at the same time, but it was so easy to find someone in a square with hundreds of thousands of people.

Hearing these words, many active monks in the field followed Bai Zihua's gaze.

He just sat there, without words, without any expression, he alone was enough to stir up the world.

"Bai Zihua, stop rambling, will you give it?"

The long sword in Ni Mantian's hand suddenly pointed to the high platform, and the sharp sword glow kept flickering.

"If so, shall I say no?"

With his hands behind his back, Bai Zihua looked up at the sky with deep eyes.

"Then, long, stay, then, no, must, keep, exist!" Ni Mantian looked at Bai Zihua with cold eyes, and said every word.

(End of this chapter)