When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

After the lottery was drawn, there was no rush for the competition, it was scheduled for the next day, and it was still held at Xiaolingfeng Square.

Everyone came out of the Lingyun Palace, and gathered together again in twos and threes. Zhong Heng also came to Yun Qingyue's side, with a depressed expression on his face: "Senior sister, who is your opponent? I actually got Tan Zhi from the Buddhist sect. I heard that he is very powerful. It is unlucky to meet such a strong enemy in the first game, I don’t know if I will win or not, if I lose, I have to go to the second game.”

Yun Qingyue's expression was calm, and his eyes swept away, unexpectedly bumping into You Yi. He should have also checked his opponent. At this moment, he smiled at her and bowed his hands, looking quite graceful.

Following her gaze, Zhong Heng saw You Yi's movements, and couldn't help but snort: "Pretending to be."

Yun Qingyue looked back, but said: "My opponent is him."

Zhong Heng was startled, then looked again, only to see that You Yi had already turned his eyes away to talk to his junior and younger siblings. He was slightly stunned, although he didn't like the pretentiousness of Tiandaozong people, but he had to admit that You Yi, as the number two figure of the younger generation of Tiandaozong, had a really deep cultivation. I heard that he has advanced to the Nascent Soul for ten years, and the senior sister has only advanced to the Nascent Soul for a month. How does this compare? !

The second junior brother was worried inside, but he still refused to show it on the surface. After thinking for a while, he introduced to Yun Qingyue: "I heard that You Yi is just fifty years old this year. He has mutated the wind spirit root and advanced to the Nascent Soul for ten years. , the cultivation base must be very deep. His magic weapon is a folding fan, known as the 'Mountain and River Fan', but few people have seen him make it, and they don't know the mystery of the 'Mountain and River Fan'..."

Unlike Yun Qingyue who stayed in the sect all year round, Zhong Heng has been traveling abroad for these years, and naturally has more news channels than Yun Qingyue. He had heard some news about You Yi, so he told his senior sister right now.

Yun Qingyue listened carefully to what he said, thanked him, and there was no change in his expression—You Yi advanced ten years earlier than her, but when he reached the Nascent Soul Realm, it would not be a matter of time to break through up. In ten years, even the Tianjiao of the sect can hardly advance from the early stage of Nascent Soul to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. And even if the other party has really advanced, it's just a small realm, she is not without the power to fight.

The senior sister and younger brother walked a few more steps, Zhongheng suddenly stopped and let out a "huh", causing Yun Qingyue to look sideways in doubt.

Zhongheng looked at her with a look of surprise: "Senior sister, where is the supervisor? Aren't you inseparable these days? Why did you leave by yourself today and just throw the supervisor in Lingyun Palace?"

Yun Qingyue was startled, and subconsciously turned to look at Ling Yundian, but just as soon as he turned his head, he saw a small figure following behind him. Meeting her eyes, the little white tiger had a very sad face, like a poor little abandoned one.

Zhongheng looked at his senior sister and then at the supervisor, not knowing what happened. However, seeing the awkward atmosphere, he deliberately eased it up, thinking that his senior sister always loves to hug the little white tiger, so he also reached out to hug the supervisor. As a result, as soon as the hand was stretched out, it was held down by the little white tiger's furry paws, and the baby's voice was full of disgust: "I don't want you."

Yun Qingyue had no choice but to lean over and hug the little white tiger, but Zhong Heng was not annoyed by being disgusted, and said, "I thought of you first, and you actually despised me?! But can the supervisor know how to talk? "

Zhong Heng only came back to the sect later, at that time the little white tiger had already brought the golden bell, so he didn't know anything about the little white tiger's background.

Yun Qingyue didn't explain more, just said: "The beasts are born with psychics, so naturally they can."

The two went back while talking, and they were not idle on the road. There are not many opportunities for Zhong Heng to be taught by his master, and in the past it was Yun Qingyue who preached to him and solved his doubts, so he would talk about the problems he encountered in his recent practice one by one while he was free. Most of them Yun Qingyue can answer, so they chatted all the way, and the topic was not over when they returned to Tianyang Peak Guest House.

One month after the Zongmen Grand Competition ended, the disciples from all the peaks who had crowded the guest courtyard had already gone back one after another. Most of the people still living in the guest courtyard are the elites who participated in the three sects' martial arts debates. Perhaps in order to make these elites practice more smoothly, a spirit gathering array was added outside their residences.

Originally, there was a lot of aura on Tianyang Peak, and with the help of the Spirit Gathering Formation, practicing here is much better than going back to your respective residences to retreat. Disciples of the Xuanqing Sect like Zhong Heng who just won the ranking in the Zongmen Grand Competition need spiritual energy training to improve their strength. Therefore, Zhong Heng did not return to Mingxia Peak this month, but stayed in the guest courtyard all the time practice here.

After hearing what he said, Xiaobaihu felt that this differential treatment was really partial compared to the fact that his senior sister was taken to another courtyard for retreat by Peak Master Qingyu. But the person who was favored was the senior sister, so she didn't want to say anything, besides, there is still a difference between a big disciple and an ordinary person.

However, soon, Xiao Baihu was in no mood to feel sorry for others—Zhong Heng had accumulated a lot of problems in this month of practice, and at this moment he finally had the opportunity to ask his senior sister for advice. They just stood in the courtyard and chatted. Occasionally, Yun Qingyue would point out a few words, and Zhong Heng would draw out his epee and make two gestures. It can be seen that he learned very quickly and carefully.

Just like this, the little white tiger was left out in the cold again, she snorted dissatisfiedly, then jumped out of the arms of her senior sister and ran away.

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Tomorrow is the competition in the arena, and Yun Qingyue didn't insist on practicing this night. It was rare for her to lie on the bed, looking at the little figure who was angrily facing away from her, she frowned slightly.

Cultivators don't need to sleep, as long as they run their spiritual power for a week, they will feel refreshed and exhausted.

Divine beasts also don't need sleep. Although they often sleep for thousands of years, it's just a way of wasting time to improve their cultivation when they are bored. In fact, they are so powerful that they don't need sleep to refresh their spirits at all, and only the cubs are more lethargic. However, the cub lying on the bed today was obviously not asleep, and moved his ears and flicked his tail from time to time to show off to others.

Yun Qingyue naturally saw the awkwardness of the little white tiger, and after thinking about it, he felt that he seemed to have neglected it in the past two days. So looking at the puffy little back, she stretched out her fingers and poked her back, the fluffy and soft feel was not bad.

The little white tiger shrank slightly from being poked, and instead of turning back, it moved forward twice, getting a little further away.

The smile in Yun Qingyue's eyes grew wider, it was rare to have the leisure to tease the tiger, but he didn't give up just because of Xiao Baihu's arrogant little move. The little white tigers on the left and right were not far away, so she stretched out her hand and poked her on the back again. Then, without waiting for the little white tiger to continue to be arrogant, she stretched out her hand to pinch the little white tiger's round ears... the hair on the ears is even thinner It is softer and more comfortable to the touch than the fur on the body.

Perhaps because of the ice spirit root, Yun Qingyue's demeanor is a bit cold, and even his fingertips seem to have a lower body temperature than ordinary people. As soon as she touched the little white tiger's ear, she felt a little cold, and subconsciously shook her ears to avoid it, but the other party didn't stop.

Yun Qingyue touched the tiger's head again, and finally said, "Are you angry?"

The little white tiger ignored her, and snorted again, his dissatisfaction was evident.

Then the next moment, she was pulled into Yun Qingyue's arms, and the familiar Leng Xiang immediately surrounded her, and Yun Qingyue's cool and pleasant voice was next to her ear: "I'm sorry, I won't forget you again next time." .”

Smelling the familiar cold fragrance and listening to the senior sister's assurance, the little white tiger lost his temper in an instant. But she was a bit arrogant, and she didn't want her senior sister to think she was so easy to coax, so she softened her body but still didn't say a word. Only the tail moved, and it quietly hooked the corner of the senior sister's clothes, as if this would make him more intimate with the senior sister.

Maybe Yun Qingyue noticed it, maybe she didn't, but she could clearly see the little white tiger's arrogant appearance. She felt a little funny in her heart, thought for a while and stretched out her finger again, but this time she didn't touch the little white tiger's ear, but hooked her chin and scratched it.

After a while, the little white tiger couldn't help making a comfortable "purring" sound, just like a cat.

In the night, there seemed to be a chuckle.

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The night passed quickly, and the martial arts discussion officially started the next day, and the disciples skillfully gathered in Xiaolingfeng Square again.

Different from the previous Zongmen Grand Competition, this time the contestants are all Zongmen elites, there are not many people and there is no need for too many rings. Therefore, there are only three arenas in the entire square, corresponding to three sessions. And as long as anyone who has a little research on the fighting method can find that the quality of the arena this time is more than a step higher than that of the Zongmen Grand Competition, and there are even restrictions in the air.

After all, Zhenjun Yuanying already has the ability to control the sky, and most of the disciples who watched the battle at that time were not high in cultivation. If two True Monarchs were fighting in mid-air, and accidentally revealed a half-movement, the people watching the battle below might be killed or injured.

When the little white tiger heard about it, he raised his head and looked at the blue sky, but he didn't see anything, so he didn't know what the restriction was like?

Just like when the last sect grand competition was coming to an end, almost all the sect masters and elders of the peaks came today, and there were dozens of people sitting or standing on the high platform in front of them. The elders of Tiandaozong and Fozong who escorted the disciples were also there, and they also occupied a place on the high platform, but compared with the host Xuanqingzong, the number and momentum were a little weaker.

Yun Qingyue hugged the little white tiger, glanced at the master on the high platform, then at the crowded square, bowed his head and said to the little white tiger, "Let's go to the high platform to watch the battle, there are too many people below."

But the little white tiger refused, and pressed its claws on the back of the senior sister's hand: "I won't go, it's so boring up there."

Zhong Heng, who was traveling with him, also said: "Today, the sect masters and peak masters are gathered together, and the elders of other sects are here. We have to be honest wooden people when we go up, and we have to worry about being rude even if we move... Sister, I don't want to go up and be a fool." Wood." As he spoke, he suddenly saw something, and disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was holding a paper bag in his hand, and a seductive fragrance emanated from the paper bag.

Yun Qingyue glanced at the paper bag in his hand, and couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

Zhong Heng opened the paper bag for one person and one tiger to look at, and answered as a matter of course: "Of course it's snacks. After so many competitions, isn't it interesting to eat snacks and watch the ring at the same time?"

The paper bag was indeed filled with snacks, which seemed to be fried from some kind of nuts, but the little white tiger didn't recognize it, and it smelled even better than those nut snacks she knew. She glanced around and found that this snack was sold by someone, and not only this kind of nuts, but also pastries, jerky, and even candied haws.

Xu followed the little white tiger's eyes to see the candied haws, and Zhong Heng said enthusiastically, "That's candied haws. I heard it's a snack in the mortal world. Most of the disciples come from the mortal world. Does the supervisor want to eat it? If you want to eat it I bought it for you."

I have to say that compared to nuts and meat, the bright red candied haws look much more beautiful, and they are more attractive to cubs. Although it is said that tigers eat meat, it is unlikely that they like to eat candied haws, but there is nothing wrong with buying them for a taste or simply looking at them for fun. Besides, the candied haws in the comprehension world cannot be wrapped in hawthorn.

Zhongheng planned to buy candied haws while talking, but was stopped by Yun Qingyue, who was a little helpless: "Junior brother, don't be too lax, you will have to compete in a while." Don't make a fuss like It's like watching the fun.

But Zhongheng didn't care, he just said: "Senior sister, I won the fifteenth round, I may not get my turn today."

The fifteenth and final game, it was really hard to say if it would be his turn. If the previous competitions were mostly duels between the strong and the weak, then there would be no suspense about the outcome, and the comparison would be quick. But if they were evenly matched, it would not be uncommon for a ring to last for three days and three nights. After all, this is not a competition within the sect where you can be humble. In a competition with disciples of other sects, no matter how nice the words are, the subordinates will definitely not show mercy.

Zhongheng quickly bought candied haws for the little white tiger and came back. The bright red fruit was wrapped in the crystal clear rock sugar, which was very beautiful. The little white tiger took it with a bit of curiosity, but it was not a hawthorn inside, but the taste was more than a little better than hawthorn.

Little Greedy Tiger's eyes lit up, but he was not in a hurry to take a second bite. Instead, he held up the candied haws and approached Yun Qingyue, wanting to share it with her.

Yun Qingyue laughed, she didn't like this, so she shook her head and wanted to say no.

Zhongheng also laughed at the side: "The supervisor likes to eat it himself, I still have some here." He said and handed out a bunch of candied haws. Although the candied haws were not bought for Yun Qingyue, he couldn't imagine Senior sister eating candied haws.

Seeing this, the little white tiger was unhappy, and pushed away Zhongheng's candied haws. But when she saw her senior sister shaking her head, she didn't force it. Just as she was about to take back the candied haws and eat it herself, the bell in the square rang.

"Dang-dang-dang-"

The distant and dull bell rang through half the sect, at the same time signaling that today's competition is about to begin.

The excitement in Xiaolingfeng Square calmed down a bit, and Zhong Heng also put away his playful expression before, and turned to ask Yun Qingyue seriously: "I don't know what is the competition between Senior Sister and You Yi?"

Yun Qingyue glanced at the arena, and found that the name of the first opponent had already appeared in front of the arena: "It's the seventh match."

The seventh match, whether it will be the turn today or not depends on the situation of the previous matches.

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Facts have proved that in the arena of the three martial arts debates, no one is willing to procrastinate for three days and three nights. Not to mention being tired, the players are all the elites of the sect, the proud sons of heaven, no one will feel that they are inferior to others, and no one will procrastinate so that they will not be happy if they win. Almost all the people on the field chose to go all out, and the competition was naturally faster.

However, in one morning, the first six competitions were over, and each of the three competitions had its winner. With the end of the official competition, the second and third rings on the side will also start one after another.

Not to mention how the competition in the last two rounds was, and who was eliminated in the end, the seventh round in the official field was the duel between Yun Qingyue and Tiandaozong Youyi. One of the two is a disciple of Mingxia Peak who has just advanced to Nascent Soul, and the other is the second senior brother in the same generation of Tiandaozong. He is older and has been advanced to Nascent Soul for a long time. Compared with Yun Qingyue Only high but not low.

Such a strong confrontation between two people naturally aroused everyone's excitement, and some disciples even started a game of betting secretly.

Yun Qingyue and Zhong Heng mingled in the square. They had high cultivation bases, and they could hear all the small movements of the disciples. But these are just innocuous little things, even if more than half of the people bet on You Yi to win, it has nothing to do with them.

Before going on stage, Yun Qingyue handed the little white tiger to Zhong Heng again, and when she turned around, she heard the little white tiger say to her in a childish voice: "Come on, senior sister, I will definitely win!"

Yun Qingyue didn't look back, the corners of her slightly pursed lips seemed to be bent, and she entered the ring without seeing her movements.

In the arena, the two opponents exchanged names after saluting, and they only waited for the order from the elder presiding over the arena to fight.

Under the arena, Zhong Heng held up the little white tiger and looked at her: "Why did the supervisor call me Senior Sister?"

The words sounded convoluted, but the meaning was very clear, but the little white tiger didn't want to talk to him so he rolled his eyes. But then again, it's okay to call the name "Senior Sister" in my heart, and other people will have to explore it after hearing it.

But if you don't call Senior Sister, what else should you call her?

Qingyue? Yueyue? Qing? Ah Yue?

The little white tiger fell into a difficult choice, but the two on the stage had already started to compete at the moment the elder stepped down from the ring. When the little white tiger heard the movement and raised his head, he saw You Yi holding a folding fan with fluorescent lights in his hand, and when he swung the fan, a gust of wind wrapped in the wind blade and struck towards Yun Qingyue. This move is not very powerful, it has the meaning of gesture and test.

Seeing this, Zhongheng murmured in a low voice: "Qingfeng..."

The little white tiger heard it, but didn't quite understand what it meant. He raised his head and glanced at him, and the senior sister in the stands easily avoided it. Then Fuxue's sword was unsheathed, and a sword energy shot out as her long sword was unsheathed, also pointing directly at You Yi, which was also a test.

This move of drawing the sword has been honed through thousands of trials, and its power is not weak, but the probing move was naturally easily blocked by You Yi. And after the two tried one move, the next duel immediately became fierce. I saw spells flying across the arena, and the sword energy was terrified. Even through the barrier of the arena, people felt the great coercion.

You Yi stood in a corner of the arena, surrounded by a layer of faint green energy, which was different from the vitality of the wood spirit root, with a bit of lightness and agility. This is the mutated wind spiritual power. With every swing of You Yi's fan, the spiritual power gathered becomes wind and attacks the enemy.

At the beginning, he waved his fan to test, and the breeze released engulfed the wind blade, with normal power and speed. Now that he waved the fan again, the wind that engulfed him turned into a whirlwind. The whirlwind that was only as thick as a finger looked weak and inconspicuous, but as long as he got closer, he could find that there was a huge suction force around the whirlwind, which could absorb the surrounding All things are drawn to strangle.

In addition, these whirlwinds moved very fast. As You Yi waved his folding fan one after another, seven or eight whirlwinds formed on the ring. Then with his control, a simple formation gradually formed to trap Yun Qingyue in it.

Zhong Heng, who was watching the battle under the arena, frowned, and murmured again: "Gaofeng..."

The little white tiger didn't have time to pay attention to him this time, a pair of tiger eyes stared straight at Yun Qingyue who was surrounded by the whirlwind. She stepped on Zhongheng's arm, and the whole tiger leaned forward, looking extremely nervous.

But Yun Qingyue on the ring obviously wouldn't be defeated so easily. Just as You Yi swung her fan one after another before, she was also swinging her sword. Although all the sword moves were dodged by You Yi relying on the speed of the wind element, the condensed sword energy still lingered around. At this moment, I saw her unhurriedly making a decision, and the scattered sword energy seemed to be drawn by something, and quickly became involved and colluded.

At the moment when You Yi's whirlwind approached Yun Qingyue, the sword energy she emitted also formed a sword array, and it exploded without giving anyone any time to react. The blasted sword energy flew out, not only destroying the whirlwind, but also attacking the enemy at a faster speed.

You Yi is originally a wind spirit root, and his attacking and flying speeds are faster than that of monks of the same level, but even so, he cannot avoid it. Fortunately, he was wearing a high-grade cassock, and after the sword aura fell on him, a light blue light flashed, and the sword aura disappeared like a bull into the sea, without hurting him at all.

Seeing this, the disciples of Xuanqingzong under the ring could not help but sigh, obviously it was a great pity.

Someone also raised their voices to encourage Yun Qingyue: "Senior Sister Yun, hit him! The magic weapon can withstand attacks is also limited, I saw that his cassock was lit up before, if you hit him a few more times, it will definitely break!"

Yun Qingyue didn't even move his eyebrows when he heard the words, and swiped his sword again to attack the opponent. This sword used the sword intent, with brilliant power, making people have no doubt that if the sword was really struck, then You Yi would The amulet had to be scrapped—as the second senior brother of Tiandaozong, it was not that he couldn't afford a better defensive attire, but this was not allowed in the three sects of martial arts.

In the final analysis, the three sects discussing martial arts is a competition of the strength of the younger generation of the three sects, but this strength does not include financial resources. Unless you are a craftsman and have forged higher-quality magic weapons yourself, you are not allowed to use magic weapons that are too powerful.

Otherwise, relying on the favor of the sect or the elders, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage can immediately turn into a tortoise shell by wearing an eighth-level and ninth-level cassock, and stand there for people to chop. have to move. And this is still defensive, let alone high-level offensive magic weapons, they can be blasted through the ring.

Due to the restrictions of the rules, You Yi's cassock is only the fifth-rank top grade, and it may not be able to withstand the full blow of the sword cultivator with sword intent. So he stomped on the mysterious step, flashed quickly, rose from the sky, and then slapped Yun Qingyue on the ring again.

This time, with the roar of the fierce wind, it was a mighty wind dragon, facing the might of Shang Yun Qingyue's sword.