Lin Qingyue and Lin Zhixing both looked ugly. If Master Linghua insisted on insulting Ling Yanfeng, they would not mind drawing their swords and gesticulating with Master Linghua.

Although the two of them may not be able to defeat Master Linghua, they may not lose either. In the final analysis, Master Linghua became the leader based on his face, and in terms of cultivation and strength, he is not much stronger than Lin Qingyue in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

But if you make a fuss at this time, you will inevitably be scolded by the leader of the team, Master Yinyue, and the Master of Creation Peak.

"Brother, your Liufeng Sword can't be used, I'm the one here..." Lin Zhixing turned to Lin Qingyue and said to them, the other side of them, Master Yin Yue, slowly stood up.

"Master Linghua, although Xuan Wei did not come this time, he is not here, and his disciples are protected by me, Yin Yue. Do you want to have a fight with me when you bully Ling Yanfeng's disciples in front of me?"

At some point, a guqin floated in front of Yin Yue. His long sleeves were rolled up, and his slender fingers rested on the strings.

Yinyue is serious. Whenever Master Linghua dares to say something unpleasant, the sound of the piano will sound.

"Master Yin Yue..." Lin Qingyue and Lin Zhixing did not expect that Master Yin Yue would come forward to defend them at this time. Master Yin Yue rarely appeared in the sect. Although they had been members for a long time, they had never seen Yin Yue.

How many times has the moon been real?

Both of them also stood up from their seats, each holding the hilt of their sword, ready to take action at any time.

Master Linghua looked at the three people in front of him, all of whom looked like they wanted to fight her, and his expression became very ugly.

"Yin Yue, don't go too far! During the Ultramarine Conference, you, me and Chang Qing are not allowed to take action. Don't forget this agreement!"

She was just telling the truth. Could that little girl from Lingyan Peak really win over Zhou Xiaoyu from the Sword Sect? This alone would make these three Zixiao Sect members want to take action against her, the head of the Bishuitian Sect.

The people of Zixiao Sect are really problematic!

"But I also said that if you bully a disciple of Zixiao Sect, don't blame me for taking action. Master Linghua, please don't go too far."

While Master Yin Yue was speaking, he turned to look at Fu Ling's condition. The little girl was covered in blood and looked like she didn't have much strength. She was about to be unable to hold on.

But how could Poria cocos, which was able to defeat a monster that had left so many Zixiao Sect disciples helpless, lose so easily?

It didn't matter that there were nine opponents. There was only one sword cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, which was definitely not an invincible opponent for her.

"Master Linghua, if Poria wins, be prepared to apologize to the two brothers." After Yinyue withdrew her gaze, she said to Master Linghua.

Although Master Linghua doesn't show it on his face, he sneers in his heart. Can Poria cocos win? How can he win?

Originally, her cultivation strength was not as good as that of her opponent, and she was so seriously injured that she needed to find a arrogant opponent. However, her opponent, Zhou Xiaoyu, was participating in the Ultramarine Conference for the fourth time, and it was also her last time.

She will never let herself stop in the first round.

"The winner is definitely Zhou Xiaoyu." Master Linghua gritted his teeth.

At this time, on the stage, Fu Ling used all her spiritual power to focus on the tip of her sword.

"Xue Che, let me see how sharp you are." Fu Ling swung her sword forward, and suddenly her body was as fast as the breeze, and she was in front of Zhou Xiaoyu in an instant.

Zhou Xiaoyu's sword was also approaching Fu Ling, and her sword was pointed at Fu Ling's shoulder again. Seeing the injury on Fu Ling's shoulder, she subconsciously turned her sword edge and stabbed at the uninjured place.

But in just this moment, Xue Che had reached Zhou Xiaoyu's waist, and Zhou Xiaoyu immediately concentrated all his spiritual power on his waist to defend against Xue Che's attack.

But Xue Che turned to Zhou Xiaoyu's wrist spontaneously. A little bit of frost condensed on the snow-white sword. The bone-piercing coldness made Zhou Xiaoyu's wrist tremble. When Zhou Xiaoyu lowered his head to look at her wrist, she A big gash had been opened on his wrist, and his hand had completely lost all strength.

Poria took the opportunity to challenge Zhou Xiaoyu's sword.

The sword fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, announcing the result of this competition.

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at her knocked-out sword and was still a little unable to react. Compared to Fuling's injury, the injury on her wrist was nothing, but she didn't even hold her sword...

Zhou Xiaoyu had never lost his sword in previous battles, but at that time he only had to pull out the spare sword from his storage bag.

But this is an arena competition, and all she can use is one weapon, and she can no longer take anything out of the storage bag.

Only now did she realize that the way to win the swordsmanship competition between her and Fu Ling was not only to beat the opponent to the point of being unable to get up, but also to lose her own sword.

This was a fact that she had never thought of but Fu Ling had noticed from the beginning.

Fu Ling was different from her. Fu Ling probably never thought of letting her sword leave her hand, whether in the ring or at other times.

Zhou Xiaoyu doesn't think there is anything wrong with a sword cultivator like herself, but a sword cultivator like Fuling who is so obsessed with a sword is probably more like a real sword cultivator than her.

"I lost. You and your sword are both very powerful." Zhou Xiaoyu didn't make any excuses and simply admitted defeat.

"Xiaoyu has won the prize. If it hadn't been for the competition in the ring, I would have died by Xiaoyu's sword. It was just because Xiaoyu was worried about my injury that he hesitated, which gave me the opportunity."

As Fu Ling spoke, she slowly fell down. Xue Che quickly flew behind Fu Ling to hold her up, so that Fu Ling didn't fall to the ground.

"But I'm still not willing to lose to you," Zhou Xiaoyu bit her lip, and her eyes became moist without realizing it. She didn't want to cry, but she just couldn't help it, "Fu Ling, I will come again in three years. If you compete with me again, I will definitely beat you!"

"I am ten years older than you, and my cultivation level is higher than yours. I am your senior in swordsmanship. I will always beat you from now on, and I will never give you a chance to beat me again!"

Fu Ling put her hands on the ground, looked up at Zhou Xiaoyu, and smiled: "I won't lose either. Sooner or later my cultivation will catch up with you."

Zhou Xiaoyu left with reluctance and regret. Jie Wan, who had already finished the first match, jumped onto the ring to support Fuling and asked: "Little donor, are you okay?"

After Fu Ling was helped by Jie Wan to sit up, she took a few pills from her storage bag and took them. After taking a breath, she felt that the spiritual energy in her body began to slowly recover, and the bleeding wounds gradually stopped. Blood.

"Master, can you help me out of the ring? It seems not good for me to sit here and affect other people's competition." Fu Ling asked Jie Wan.

Hearing this, Jie Wan couldn't help but say: "Amitabha."
Chapter completed!