"Senior Brother, can I still go downstairs tonight?" Fu Ling asked. She was a little uneasy and wasn't sure whether Senior Brother would agree. Although her wound healed quickly, she was really hurt now.

It's not a big deal. If she were the senior brother, she wouldn't agree.

"Do you have to go? Senior brother, can you wait for you?" Lin Qingyue asked.

"I must go by myself." Fuling replied.

"Is the person you are waiting for so important? Even though you are so seriously injured, you still insist on waiting for him."

Poria nodded.

"Then when will he come?" Lin Qingyue asked again.

"I don't know when or whether it will come, but I have to wait for it." Poria replied seriously.

Lin Qingyue sighed, why did it sound like the junior sister had been deceived by some scumbag?

I don’t know when it will come, and I don’t know if it will come. Why should such a person wait for him? It’s not worth waiting for.

"Okay, can senior brother accompany you?" Lin Qingyue took a step back. Although he didn't like the person that the junior sister said he was waiting for, he was so persistent that he would at least wait until he gave up.

"Okay, let Senior Brother worry about me." Fuling agreed, and then added: "But Third Senior Brother, please don't go."

Lin Zhixing, who had just wanted to say that he wanted to go, suddenly had his words stuck in his throat. If the junior sister is so hurtful, the more Lin Qing can go, the more he can't go!

"Little junior sister, is there something wrong with you by Third Senior Brother? Why do you dislike Third Senior Brother?" Lin Zhixing covered his chest, looking pitiful and heartbroken.

"If you didn't always get into trouble, junior sister wouldn't be so afraid of you following her." Lin Qingyue hit him without giving him any face.

Lin Zhixing became even more sad, "Am I causing trouble? Why don't I just take my junior sister to see the scenery and kill Bishuitian's majesty at the same time?"

"Third Senior Brother, you will have a competition starting tomorrow, right? Although it is just a competition and not a formal competition, you must recharge your batteries and have a good rest," Fuling said.

Lin Zhixing put away his pitiful expression and reached out to pat Fu Ling's head, "Junior sister is injured and there will be a formal competition tomorrow. If you don't have a good rest at night, you have to run out. I will just compete tomorrow and don't need to rest at all.

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"Let's go together. The three of us, brothers and sisters, can sleep outdoors together and look at the stars and the moon." Lin Zhixing didn't want to be left behind by Lin Qingyue and Fuling. He couldn't be left out of fun things.

Poria had already expected that it would turn out like this, so she hid it from her two senior brothers at first.

That night, one person waiting for Shining turned into three people waiting for Shining. What remained unchanged was that Shining still didn’t come. In the early morning of the next day, Fuling left another paper crane behind and followed the two senior brothers back to Bishuitian.

Tournament field.

After a night of recovery, although Poria's injuries were not completely healed, they were not serious.

Lin Zhixing was amazed when he saw the recovery speed of Poria cocos' wounds for the first time.

"It's more powerful than me. This injury is enough for me to lie down for seven or eight days." Lin Zhixing also has the qualification of mutant spiritual roots. He usually gets injured when he gets into trouble, but he has never been afraid. His physique is as long as

It wasn't a fatal injury. He was able to move around again after lying down for ten days and a half.

"My junior sister is obviously born with four spiritual roots. How come she has such a good physique, but she is not born with a sword body like the master." Lin Zhixing imagined the scene where the younger junior sister's temper became the same as the master's, and couldn't help but said: "Little junior sister,

But don’t become like Master!”

Lin Qingyue and Fuling didn't pay attention to Lin Zhixing. Lin Zhixing was having convulsions again. He would be more energetic if they talked to him, so it was better to ignore them.

But Lin Zhixing, who was so out of shape, became the focus of everyone's attention as soon as he stood on the stage.

In the first game, Lin Zhixing fought against the Golden Core Sword Cultivator of Yujian Sect and won!

In the second game, Lin Zhixing fought against Bishui Tianjindan Qi Yinxiu and won!

In the third game, Lin Zhixing fought against Bishui Tianyuanying Stage Dharma Cultivator and won!

Each match lasted no longer than one stick of incense, and Lin Zhixing always stood on that stage, while his opponents changed one after another.

The audience who were originally paying attention to the official competition of the Ultramarine Competition were gradually attracted by him. I don't know when, he became the only protagonist in the huge competition field.

Fu Ling's opponent today was a Qi training disciple, and she won easily. Although it was easy, it took a stick of incense. When she came down from the ring and went to the auditorium to join her senior brother, Lin Zhixing had already

It’s the fourth game.

Lin Zhixing's opponent in the fourth game was a Nascent Soul sword cultivator. He was also a sword cultivator. The opponent was a huge level above him, so it seemed impossible to win.

But as soon as Fuling sat down, she heard several people around her talking about the third senior brother.

"Although the opponent this time is a Nascent Soul sword cultivator, there is still no suspense."

"Of course, that's Lin Zhixing. At the Ultramarine Conference ten years ago, no one could hold even half of the incense stick in his hand."

"Before and after Lin Zhixing, there was no leader who had this ability. If they were in the same class as Lin Zhixing, the leader would not have their share."

"I heard that before he turned nineteen, Master Xuanwei thought he was too good at getting into trouble and wouldn't let him participate in the Ultramarine Conference, so he only participated once when he was nineteen. If not, he might have won several Ultramarine Conferences in a row.

The leader."

This was the first time that Fuling heard other people commenting on Third Senior Brother like this.

The third senior brother in the mouth of the eldest brother and master is a troublemaker. The other people in the Zixiao Sect praised the eldest brother more in front of her. With the eldest brother in front, fewer people mentioned the third senior brother.

Is the third senior brother so powerful?

Fu Ling looked at Lin Zhixing, who was confronting the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator on the stage. Although his opponent's cultivation level was much higher than his, he did not look nervous at all and was still as rude as usual.

"Eldest brother, can the third senior brother win?" She didn't know if what others said was accurate, but the eldest brother must know it.

"Fu Ling, you should also watch Zhi Xing's competition carefully. He realized the sword intention in the middle stage of foundation building. After that, no one in Jin Dan can be his opponent."

"Ordinary sword cultivators don't begin to realize their sword intent until they reach the Nascent Soul stage. There are even sword cultivators who practice until they leave the body and still haven't comprehended the sword's intent. For example, the Nascent Soul sword cultivator in the ring now, his

The sword moves are weak and have nothing but spiritual power and strength. He has not yet understood the meaning of the sword."

"Look at your third senior brother again."

Hearing this, Fu Ling opened her eyes wide and watched Lin Zhixing's sword moves carefully. Although the distance was a bit far, she could still see a faint golden flash on the blade of the third senior brother's sword.

What is that?
Chapter completed!