When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

The furry tiger paws scratched back and forth on the palm, until the little white tiger had finished writing two words, Yun Qingyue realized that she was writing to communicate with herself. So she didn't say much, just waited intently for the little white tiger to finish writing.

After stumbling and guessing, Yun Qingyue finally understood what the little white tiger wanted to tell him.

Needless to mention the fact that the little white tiger sneaked out in the middle of the night, it is indeed a bit strange that Chu Yang went out in the middle of the night and even went to the remote Thorn Leylin. Yun Qingyue originally didn't intend to pay attention to this person anymore, but she couldn't stay out of the matter when she got such news, so she sent a voice transmission to Xiao Baihu and asked, "Then who is the female disciple who has a private meeting with Chu Yang, do you know?"

At this moment, the high platform is full of figures like the leader of the sect, and their cultivation base is much higher than that of Yun Qingyue, so even if they didn't deliberately investigate, they were aware of her voice transmission with the little white tiger .

It's just that they are all elders, and since Yun Qingyue chose to transmit the sound, he didn't want others to hear it, so he never inquired. Only Qing Yu glanced back, her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly on her usual cold and expressionless face. Then she looked away again, also did not listen to Yun Qingyue's voice transmission, but turned her gaze to the competition below.

Little White Tiger didn't know this, she only heard her senior sister's voice suddenly appearing in her ears, she was slightly surprised and then shook her head. She didn't meet or know anyone, and the system didn't have the habit of collecting everyone's information.

Yun Qingyue was not surprised when she saw this, and just nodded her head slightly to show that she understood.

Seeing this, the little white tiger was also relieved, and then took a moment to look at the ring below... Good guy, Chu Yang's horsepower is at full strength today, and he actually fought on a par with Qing Yunfeng's big brother Wen Jin! Although Wen Jin has obvious shortcomings as a formation master, he is obviously not a simple role as a disciple of Yifeng. If someone else takes the stage at this time, he should be trapped in the formation.

Qingxu stroked his beard triumphantly, the former hatred towards the big disciple had disappeared, then he turned his head and showed off to his brothers: "It seems that my little disciple has a good chance, what kind of secret method is there in me to break the formation?" Or inheritance."

Peak Lord Qingyuan was displeased at first, and snorted: "It's just a moment of complacency."

Qing Yu heard the conversation between the two but didn't look back, too lazy to answer.

Qing Xu didn't take it seriously when he heard his junior's refutation, the expression on his face remained unchanged, he caught Qing Yuan's words and showed off a few more words. Zhijiang was so angry that in the end even the head of Qingxiao couldn't stand it anymore, and glanced back at him: "Just shut up, the ring is not over yet, why are there so many nonsense?" The disciples are watching.

The relationship between the brothers and sisters is obviously good, and the authority of Qing Xiao's head is beyond doubt. Qingxu immediately stopped talking angrily, and when she cast her eyes on the ring again, she found that the situation on the field had changed.

Wen Jin, as a senior brother of Yifeng, naturally did not gain his reputation in vain. The reason why the two arrays he threw down first failed to trap Chu Yang was simply because he underestimated him. Then he knew that this person was difficult to deal with, so he became more cautious, and he became more cautious when he threw out the formation flags, and the power of the formation was even more incomparable than before.

As a result, Chu Yang's situation plummeted. In the end, he persisted in the ring for a quarter of an hour and was still defeated.

He simply conceded defeat and stepped off the stage gracefully, looking full of demeanor, not minding victory or defeat at all. Only those who have been watching him will notice the gloom in his eyes when he turns to leave the ring.

It was resentment and dissatisfaction, as if he could have won the victory, but due to various reasons he had to choose to admit defeat and felt aggrieved and dissatisfied.

Yun Qingyue, who was paying attention to him again, saw it, and Qing Yu, who had been watching him secretly, also saw it. The former was thoughtful, and felt that there seemed to be more and more mysteries about this person. The latter's eyes were full of darkness, and there was even a flash of killing intent, but she suppressed it before anyone noticed, and returned to calm.

After the competition ended, Chu Yang returned to the high platform, bowed and reported the battle situation to the master: "Disciple is stupid, I lost this round, and I ask the master to punish me."

Qing Xu just showed off his apprentice to his seniors, so how could he punish him? What's more, Chu Yang was facing Qing Yunfeng's elder brother, and no one had expected him to win, so there was no disappointment at all. Qingxu raised his hand very kindly, and the invisible spiritual power helped him up: "It's okay, Wen Jin's cultivation base is better than you, and it doesn't matter if you lose. But after this battle, you also need to learn from it." .”

Chu Yang responded, returned to stand behind Qing Xu, and Bei Luo, who had just been punished, not only did not dislike him, but instead enthusiastically patted him on the shoulder and sincerely praised him. Obviously quite recognized the strength of this new junior junior brother.

Chu Yang forced a smile, but the smile couldn't reach his eyes, and it was quite different from Beiluo's openness.

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After that, there were two more competitions. This time, Zhong Heng played before Yun Qingyue, but he was not lucky and it was Su Hao's turn directly. As a disciple of Tianyang Peak, Su Hao is also the strongest among the disciples of Wufeng Peak, and he formed a Nascent Soul much earlier than Bei Luo. Zhong Heng had no chance of winning against him, he only managed to make thirty or fifty moves under the politeness of the opponent, and then he was knocked out of the ring.

There is nothing to be dissatisfied with when the strength is crushed. Zhongheng came back convinced, but his eyes were brighter than if he had won the ring, apparently he had chosen a more powerful target to chase.

After several rounds of competition, it was finally Yun Qingyue's turn to compete against Bei Chen from Luoxing Peak.

The surname Bei is rare, but Luoxingfeng has two, and Beiluo and Beichen are brothers. It's just that the two are not biological, but orphans who were adopted. Not to mention that the two grew up together when they were young, and later they joined the immortal sect together, were tested for high-grade spiritual roots together, worshiped in the Falling Star Peak together, and finally became the first disciple and the second disciple of the Falling Star Peak respectively.

The relationship between the two has always been very good, even ordinary brothers can't compare, but a pair of brothers grow up differently. For example, Bei Luo is free and easy, Bei Chen is domineering, Bei Luo's martial art is boxing, while Bei Chen's martial art is sword.

On the arena at this moment, after the two exchanged names, Bei Chen immediately summoned the spirit knife to attack Yun Qingyue.

Beichen's Dao of the sword is overbearing, and one swing of the sword is extremely powerful. Especially when he knew that his opponent was not weaker than himself, he didn't dare to hold back even half a point, and he used all his strength as soon as he made a move. The illusory shadow of the knife appeared in the air, and with the slash of the knife, even the people watching the battle under the ring seemed to feel the awe-inspiring knife intent, which made their skin ache, let alone Yun Qingyue who was facing the knife directly. up.

Faced with such a knife, Yun Qingyue still did not change her face, until the blade approached before she heard her draw out the sword with a "chuss". The sharp edge of the sword happened to block the sharp edge of the blade, even if the opponent tried his best, it would be difficult for him to gain an inch.

Seeing this, Beichen immediately withdrew his saber, and then swung the saber in the air, another saber aura slashed towards Yun Qingyue. The saber is also going forward indomitably, and it splits the air while it is still in the air. The sound of "whimpering" is like a ghost crying, and those who are less spiritual will inevitably be affected. It's just that Yun Qingyue was obviously not in this list, and swung out the same sword, cutting off the opponent's attack again.

The two of you came and went back and forth for several moves, and the movements became faster and faster. Gradually, the people watching the battle could not see the movements of the two of them clearly. It’s just that I occasionally saw the sword’s light and sword shadow, and occasionally saw the sword’s qi and sword’s qi soaring, and then I almost couldn’t see anything. Everyone could only watch helplessly as more and more damaged sword marks and sword marks on the ring...

The little white tiger stayed on the high platform, didn't ask anyone to hug him, and sat on a chair to watch the battle by himself. It felt fine at first, but then gradually I couldn't see the movements of the two of them clearly, so I had to let the system open a small window in the corner of the field of view to watch the slow-motion playback.

But in reality, the battle is fierce, and how can the slow-motion replay show the danger?

Suddenly, the dilapidated arena shattered into pieces. Although Xiao Baihu still couldn't see the movements of the two of them clearly, he could see that it was a saber energy that destroyed the arena with the previous move. This made her so worried that she even stood up subconsciously, then stepped on the armrest of the seat with her front paws, and the whole tiger leaned forward, as if this would allow her to see the real situation on the ring clearly.

But this is obviously just a delusion, and the battle situation that should not be seen clearly is still unclear. Just when the little white tiger was impatiently about to jump off the chair and rush to the side of the high platform, a plain hand lightly pressed her head: "It's okay, don't worry."

Who was the cold and clear female voice if it wasn't Qing Yu who spoke?

Qing Yu is obviously not a talkative person, as long as she has seen her iceberg attributes, she is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Therefore, to be comforted by this sentence, Xiao Baihu was quite flattered, and his anxious mood calmed down—although the senior sister fought fiercely with others, and although the fight obviously lasted more than a few dozen simple strokes, the master said that it should be fine if there is nothing to do. all right?

There was nothing he could do about it, the back of Destiny's neck was pinched by Master again, and the little white tiger didn't dare to move behind his ears.

Sure enough, the arena didn't end so quickly. The people on the arena had gone through more than dozens of moves. According to the attack frequency of the two, there was time for hundreds or thousands of moves. From time to time, exclamations came from the arena, and I don't know how much they saw clearly.

After a long time, Qing Xu suddenly said: "Junior Sister, your apprentice is using my apprentice as a sharpening stone."

Qing Yu's face remained unchanged, and she replied lightly: "It's okay."

The little white tiger moved its ears slightly, and before it had time to look back at the expressions of the two, it heard a loud "bang". In a hurry, she turned her attention back to the arena, but she saw the dust and smoke billowing on the arena, and she couldn't see the situation inside clearly.

But she also saw the difference at this glance, because a transparent mask clearly appeared outside the ring. And the reason why this originally invisible mask became visible is because many cracks have appeared on the mask. And this crack is still spreading, like a spider web, as if it will be completely cracked and shattered in the next moment.

That's because the protective cover outside the ring was broken!

The disciples who realized this were startled, those who reacted quickly had already started to scatter, and those who were quicker even flew into the air with Yu Jian, ready to escape at any time.

Fortunately, the Zongmen's arena protection is not so easy to break. The elders presiding over the arena have been trying to maintain the formation. Seeing this, they immediately increased the output of the formation. So the damaged protective cover immediately began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the last crack recovered, and the transparent protective cover immediately became invisible again, disappearing from view.

But soon, the disappearing protective shield reappeared, but this time it was not cracked, but frost began to spread in the ring space. Bit by bit, piece by piece, from the ring freeze to the air, spreading infinitely.

Until this piece of frost met the protective cover, it also froze the protective cover a little bit, but luckily it didn't spread out again.

The arena in the protective cover was completely invisible, and only a piece of white snow could be seen, but everyone knew that Frost Sword Intent was Yun Qingyue's move, and judging from this situation, he knew who the situation was more inclined to.

Sure enough, after a while, the frost shattered, revealing the figure inside—Yun Qingyue stood holding the sword with a calm expression, while Bei Chen, who was domineering before, was half kneeling on the ground holding the sword. His vestments froze, his knives froze, his person froze. It's just that it's different from the previous frozen ones. There is only a thin layer of frost and snow on his body, but it's hard for him to even blink.

After a long time, Beichen's frost-covered eyelashes blinked slightly invisible, and let out a breath of cold air with his breath. Then Yun Qingyue retracted the sword and said slowly: "Junior Brother Beichen, thank you."