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Eyebrows lowered, she didn't dare to look at Yan Lingji again, although she was peerless in appearance, she possessed mysterious power all over her body, she should be born charming, Tianzong Xuanqingzi was always by her side, how dare she be rude.

Suppressing a desire in his heart, he ran Haoran forcefully, and quickly passed Yan Lingji in front of the hall, with a faint fragrance looming in his breath, and immediately, his steps were much faster, and disappeared into the hall.

"The Master said: Don't look at what is wrong with propriety. You look at the servants like this. Is this the etiquette of Confucianism? Is this the principle of Confucianism?"

Sensing the power of the fire charm in his body seems to be not useless. Although it doesn't show on the young master, it is still quite useful on these scholars. Immediately, the mysterious power is gathered, and the fire charm in the void is weakened.

She spoke softly, raised her slender palm lightly, a ray of fiery red golden flame emerged, her blue eyes became even more enchanting, her red lips slightly parted, and the ray of flame on her finger was blown away, spreading the flames all over the sky.

"Fire charm!"

"Hmph, Baiyue's secret art, a charming daughter, how can she be presumptuous in Confucianism!"

Watching the Confucian Zhang Cang stepping into the ceremony hall, the many Confucian disciples beside him heard the sound, and they were very moved. To be able to get the book recommended by Qin Tingdao Wu Zhenjun and present it to King Qin of Xingle Palace for reading in person, no matter what, the future Neither will be low.

It's a pity that such a good opportunity was snatched away by Zhang Cang, and then, just as he was about to think about it again, the Confucian disciples' spiritual senses were attracted by the seductive woman who suddenly appeared.

Although he resisted extremely in his heart, his spiritual sense seemed to be soaked, and the awe-inspiring mysterious light on his body was useless.Seeing Confucian disciples being fascinated by that seductive woman, Zhao Feixue, holding Mo Xie's sword, was even more ashamed and angry, her whole body was full of pure white and mysterious light.

The most cloudy and cold atmosphere diffused between the heaven and the earth, and the sharp sword aura flickered. Knowing the anger, the vitality of the heavens and the earth took shape, and the sword aura leisurely rushed towards the seductive girl in front of the hall.

"Junior Sister, don't do anything."

Can Jian beside him, who was also vaguely affected by the fire charm of the foxy girl, was shocked. His own cultivation broke into the God of Transformation as soon as possible, and he cultivated Confucianism, and he was still affected by this woman. It is no wonder The Confucian disciples present were like this.

Sensing the momentum of Junior Sister Mo Xie's sword, she had already pressed the opponent with the sword, and immediately a dark red light appeared all over her body, and her figure was graceful, blocking it.

"When will the people in Xingcheng Library be able to represent Confucianism?"

"The Confucianists didn't say anything, it's your turn to order here? Young Master Chaofan, I don't care about you, but the slave family has such a good temperament, let the slave family test your confidence."

Yan Lingji volunteered to come out of the ceremony hall, she wanted to teach those two ignorant people a lesson, she was supposed to stay in Xiaoshengxianzhuang and live in peace, but unexpectedly, the other party thought that the young master could be bullied.

The young master didn't take it seriously, but Yan Lingji became dissatisfied, her graceful figure soared into the air in an instant, and two fiery red jade hairpins appeared between her hands, with flames lingering on them, and the profound skills in her body were circulating. The sound started.

The cold sword energy and the fire charm flames collided, and each disappeared, and the aftermath of the powerful energy spread, causing the Confucian disciples on the field to evade in an instant.Seeing this, Yan Lingji stepped on the flames, her movements were like the wind, she bullied her, and attacked directly.

"You are a mere barbarian and humble daughter who serves others with a seductive body. You are not even as good as a slave. How can you make irresponsible remarks here!"

Zhao Feixue was also not to be outdone. People from Baiyue on the other side did not enter Zhuxia Fenghua.

With a flying slash of the sword, Yin Moxie was pulled out, and without fear, he went straight to meet him. .

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The most yin to cold sword energy traverses the void, the soft and unparalleled flames spread across the sky and the earth, colliding with each other, one after another extremely dull movement whirls, the movement moves, and the colorful mysterious light swayes.

Free and easy to control the wind, swaying in the air, the spiritual sense spreads, Yan Lingji can't stop pinching the seal with both hands, and the flames evolve into an attacking trend. Among them, compared with myself, the difference is far.

The only thing that caught my eye was the famous sword that exudes a cold air. I heard from the young master that it was the Moxie sword that had been famous for hundreds of years in the Xia Dynasty. Double attack.

However, there is only a mere sword of Moxie, and it is not my turn to be afraid. The extremely fast movement method, although not the Taoist "Yufeng" profound art, but it also has a few points of essence, the fire charm all over the body is rippling softly, and the perception The other party's expression became more and more angry, and the charming face became more and more smiling.

"Junior Sister, stop quickly."

On the edge of the field in front of the ceremony hall below, the remnant sword holding the general's sword was whispering non-stop. This is Xiaoshengxianzhuang, and it's out of the rules to do it rashly, and this seductive woman is also a person next to Tianzong Xuanqingzi.

If you win, there is no guarantee that the opponent will show up!

If you lose, you will lose face even more!

If you stop now, there is always room for relaxation, otherwise, you will be in trouble next time. After a quick glance around, many Confucian disciples have already avoided and looked at this place from afar.

"Brother, I can't kill Zong Xuanqingzi that day, but I will kill him today to avenge my father!"

The whole body is shrouded in pure white mysterious light, blessed with a cold breath, and the sword of Moxie in his hand is even more flickering. He learned from Xingcheng Library and also has a good inheritance. He holds the sword to meet the enemy without fear.

Hearing what Senior Brother Xia said, Zhao Feixue's brows were tightly frowned, and in the depths of her pitch-black bright eyes, that ray of spiritual light could not stop shaking, and strands of fiery red light collided with it, compatible with it.

Stern and crisp, the momentum of the whole body is more powerful, and the sword energy is more domineering, but the strange flames in the eyes are also more intense, and the fire charm covering this area unknowingly breaks through his body Xuanguang, immersed in his body.

"You also want to attack the young master?"

"Just rely on this Moxie sword!"

There is no limit to yin and yang, the way of Tao is natural, and the fire charm technique is activated with the supreme and quiet method. His body is extraordinary, and it is fine if the opponent is as pervasive as the young master, but this person is full of anger and is full of weaknesses.

Accompanied by the power of the fire charm technique entering the opponent's body, Yan Lingji's non-moving figure froze for an instant, waved a move, and the next moment, the Moxie sword that was originally held tightly in Zhao Feixue's hand directly turned into a streamer, falling in hand.

The palm as white as jade struck out in the air, and that person was repulsed blatantly, his body skills were disordered, and his figure was staggering. If it hadn't been for her senior brother to protect him, he would have collapsed on the ground long ago.

"puff!"

However, just as Can Jian took a step forward, he caught the repelled figure of the junior sister with both hands, and before he could take a closer look at the injury of the junior sister, immediately, there was a slap on the junior sister's chest.

"Demon girl, take your life!"

Zhao Feixue, who was defeated by Yan Lingji, her eyes radiated a rich flame profound light, she jumped forward, and struck with a strong force. Although she didn't have a sword in her hand, with a surprise attack as a warrior who turned into a god, she directly knocked the broken sword into the air, and landed heavily on the ground. On the hard ground ten feet away.

Looking at the remnant sword that fell on the ground, Zhao Feixue's body moved again, the profound kung fu in his body was running at a high speed, and his palms were continuous, covering the remnant sword continuously, with great power, the palm did not fall, and the cold palm wind The brocade robe on Can Jian's body has been torn.

Pong!

The dull sound reappeared. Although Can Jian didn't know what happened to the junior sister, it was obvious that something was wrong with the junior sister. When he quickly moved away, a sag appeared in the original position.

"Junior Sister, it's me!"

"what happened to you?"