Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

A tall and slender young man in the crowd stretched out his hand and said loudly: "Junior Brother Xiao, I'll let it go."

People looked over.

Someone laughed and said: "Senior Brother Xia, your martial arts are better than ours. Don't be polite. Have a good fight with Miss Xu."

"Senior Brother Xia, it depends on you."

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Xia, you can win."

The tall and slender Xia Bing shook his head helplessly and said: "I'm afraid I'm not the opponent. It's better not to go up and embarrass myself."

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

In people's impression, this Senior Brother Xia Bing is not a humble person, but very proud.

Usually, his eyes are on the top of his head, and he always looks down on people.

But he is powerful in martial arts, extremely talented, and has the confidence to throw a temper, and people also frankly admit and accept his temper.

People with strong martial arts are qualified to have a temper.

If you don't have any skills and have such a big temper, you would have been taught how to be a good person long ago.

Xu Qingluo and the other four looked at this Xia Bing.

Xiao Jingzong said with a smile: "Brother Xia, fighting is about making friends. The important thing is to learn from each other and show the demeanor of our disciples of Cantian Dao. Winning or losing is not that important."

He felt that the younger generation of disciples might not be Xu Qingluo's opponents, and he had secretly regretted it.

He shouldn't have been so quick to leak the news.

He should wait until the result of the competition between Brother Zhou and decide whether to leak the news.

But it might be too late by then. Xu Qingluo and the others would leave, and we couldn't keep them.

Xia Bing stood in the crowd and shook her head.

It would be embarrassing to go up by herself, so why bother?

Xiao Jingzong looked at him with a smile, and everyone looked at him with eagerness and hope in their eyes, wanting him to go up and try.

Xu Qingluo's white mouth corners pulled slightly, revealing a shallow dimple, beautiful beyond words, staring at him with a smile.

The disciples of Cantian Dao seemed to be indifferent to her beauty, and they were all staring at Xia Bing, hoping that Xia Bing would go up.

Zhou Yang looked at Zhou Zixuan.

Zhou Zixuan shook his head.

Senior Brother Xia's temper is not so good, and he is arrogant and stubborn. No matter how much people force him, he still can't be shaken.

Xu Qingluo said: "Mr. Xia, you don't want to fight, not because you care about your feathers, but because you look down on women. You think that if you win over a little girl, it's not fair, and if you lose, it's even more embarrassing, right?"

Xia Bing shook her head: "Absolutely not."

Xu Qingluo nodded gently, and saw that he was not lying, and smiled: "Then why don't you dare to come up and fight? Are you afraid of hurting me and being blamed by my master?"

"No." Xia Bing shook her head.

Xu Qingluo raised her eyebrows: "Then why?"

"Knowing that you will lose, why bother yourself?" Xia Bing shook her head.

Xu Qingluo asked, "Does your competition just focus on winning or losing? Isn't this a good opportunity to find your own weaknesses?"

She smiled and said, "It seems that we are really different. If I meet someone who can defeat me, I must learn from him. It will be of great benefit to me."

"Oh--" She chuckled and said, "Mr. Xia, you have already started. You first put me on a pedestal and then beat me. This will make me careless and also seriously injure me."

She smiled and said, "What a good trick."

Xia Bing raised her sword-like eyebrows.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "But good tricks must be accompanied by sufficient martial arts, otherwise it will be an empty frame. Come on!"

She smiled and looked bright and dazzling.

Everyone was attracted by her beauty. For a moment, they couldn't take their eyes away. Finally, they tried to look back and look at Xia Bing.

Xia Bing looked solemn. He jumped up like an eagle spreading its wings and landed in front of Xu Qingluo and the other four.

Xiao Jingzong looked at him in surprise.

We have been in the same sect for so long, but I never knew that Senior Brother Xia was a manipulative person. I really don't know Senior Brother Xia!

Xia Bing glanced at him and waved her hand.

Xiao Jingzong stepped back two steps and made way.

Xia Bing looked at Xu Qingluo solemnly and stretched out her hand: "Miss Xu, please!"

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Originally, I should have used swordsmanship, which is the strongest, but for you, Mr. Xia, I am afraid I don't need swordsmanship. Look at my palm!"

Her white jade-like hands slapped out lightly, weak and powerless.

Xia Bing's expression was solemn and dignified, and his palms had become larger. He was performing the Heavenly Palm of the Residual God.

He was also a genius of the Residual Heaven Dao. Although he was not as good as Zhou Zixuan, he was already one of the masters of the Residual Heaven Dao.

People immediately widened their eyes and placed high hopes on him.

They felt that Xia Bing's previous methods were not glorious, but they were rare, especially for a disciple of the Residual Heaven Dao.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

Xia Bing flew up, flew out of the range of the round platform, and fell into the crowd.

Everyone's eyes widened, unbelievable.

Xia Bing tried to stabilize his body in the air, change his breath, change from retreating to moving forward, and fly back.

But it was like a small sword drilled into his body, extremely sharp, cutting his internal organs and cutting his qi.

His qi could not be condensed, scattered into a mess, and lost control.

He wanted to kill the thief but was powerless to save the situation. He could only watch himself smash into the crowd like a stone.

Some of the disciples wanted to avoid him, and some wanted to catch him.

Those who wanted to avoid him knew his temper. If they helped him indiscriminately, he would definitely scold him, and those who wanted to catch him didn't want him to look too ugly and lose the face of the disciples of Tiandao.

In the end, someone caught him. Four young disciples stretched out their hands together, trying to hold him, but they couldn't.

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

"Ah——!"

Muffled sounds and screams suddenly sounded, and then stopped abruptly.

Xia Bing and the four people who reached out to catch him fell to the ground together. He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, but the other four couldn't help it.

Their arms were smashed to the point of breaking, and suddenly they couldn't help but scream, and then they closed their mouths.

People turned around to look, but only the front could see clearly, and the back was blocked and couldn't see clearly, so they stretched their necks to look.

Xu Qingluo stood gracefully, looking down at the five of them, pursed her lips and smiled: "It's okay?"

Xia Bing gritted her teeth and shook her head slowly.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Mr. Xia, can you come again?"

"I admit defeat." Xia Bing finally swallowed the hot blood that rushed to his throat, shook his head and said: "Xia admires you!"

The difference in cultivation was huge, and it would be futile to fight again. His previous method obviously angered her, so there was no need to humiliate herself again.

Xu Qingluo nodded gently and looked at Xiao Jingzong.

Xiao Jingzong quickly retracted his astonishment and smiled unnaturally at Xu Qingluo: "Miss Xu is worthy of being the disciple of the monk Fakong."

Xu Qingluo waved her jade hand: "I am far inferior to my master, there is nothing to compare, and my master is not famous for martial arts. In terms of martial arts, the Heavenly Palm is still very powerful."

Xiao Jingzong immediately straightened his chest.

The Heavenly Palm is naturally the world's top-notch martial arts. As long as it is practiced properly and the heat is sufficient, it will surely be able to dominate the world.

His eyes fell on Zhou Zixuan.

The Heavenly Palm will surely flourish in the hands of Junior Brother Zhou, and it will be famous all over the world.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Are there any others who want to spar? Come up and try."

"I'll do it!" A burly young man shouted, jumped onto the high platform, clasped his fists and said loudly: "Zhu Jiong meets Miss Xu, please teach me."

He didn't wait for Xiao Jingzong to speak, and punched out with a punch as fast as the wind, fast and fierce.

Xu Qingluo circled the jade palm and drew an arc.

Zhu Jiong's burly body suddenly flew up, floating like a piece of floating catkins, and slowly fell to the crowd.

Xu Qingluo looked at everyone coquettishly: "Anyone else?"

"... I'll do it." A thin young man rushed to the high platform, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I use a knife, Miss Xu, please teach me."

He pulled out the long knife from his waist, and turned into a stream of light and swept towards Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo's white jade-like little hand lightly drilled into the knife light, slapped the blade of the long knife, and then the knife and its owner flew into the air together.

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