22. Trials begin(2/3)
Qi Yan frowned: "Do you still need me to tell you the principle of eradicating the roots?"
Qi Sheng chuckled and said, "You like to kill the roots, but I think the more opponents, the better. You didn't seem to care about these things before. Did you hear about Mu Ze and her?"
Hearing Mu Ze's name, Qi Yan's brows frowned even more: "It's just a classmate, what can I do?"
Qi Sheng emphasized in a very bad mood: "You should add a rhetorical word and then change a noun. They should be very good friends."
Qi Yan said: "If you are not a person in the same world, you can't be friends after all. Do you think Ye Ling can really enter the trial competition?"
Qi Sheng asked back: "As long as I don't take action, why can't she?"
Qi Yan sneered, "You won't take action?"
Qi Sheng said lightly: "I said, the more opponents, the better. I don't mind others being better than me. I just worry that there is not even anyone who catches up with me."
"Crazy!" Qi Yan's tone was already filled with anger, "If you don't take action, I will take action! The qualifications of the Qi family cannot fall into the hands of others!"
As soon as Qi Yan finished speaking, Ye Ling had already grabbed the snow plaque on Qi Yi's waist.
"Sorry." Ye Ling stuffed the exquisite palm-sized sign into his pocket, curled the corner of his mouth and said, "I'll accept this snow sign."
Qi Yi was in tears and watched Ye Ling jump out of the ring. This time he was so embarrassed that he was not only embarrassed, but also lost his qualification for the selection.
It seems that he has to study the list carefully and find a soft persimmon to squeeze it, otherwise he will definitely be beaten to death by his father when he returns.
Ye Ling was stopped by Qi Yan as soon as he got off the ring.
Her facial features look a bit similar to Wang Shuying. She is the daughter of Wang Shuying and Qi Zhongtian, and she is Ye Ling's cousin.
"I will fight tomorrow." Qi Yan said.
"No." Ye Ling refused directly.
Qi Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Why? Are you scared?"
Ye Ling looked at Qi Yan for a while, then looked at Qi Sheng: "You don't plan to do it yourself? Are you not afraid that I will hurt your sister?"
Seeing this, Qi Yan said angrily: "Do you think you can hurt me?"
Ye Ling chuckled and said, "Anyway, you won't hurt me."
Qi Yan sneered: "Qi Sheng will not take action. If you want to compete with you, you must at least beat me."
Ye Ling asked Qi Sheng, "You really don't plan to take action?"
Qi Sheng said: "It's enough to have a slang. She hates you enough anyway, so it's good to let her vent her anger."
"You're right." Ye Ling curled the corners of his mouth, "If you can't hit you, you can even exhale your sister."
This appointment is decided at nine o'clock tomorrow.
He Chen was very dedicated to inquire about Qi Yan's situation. He didn't know that Ye Ling had a list of all the contestants this time.
"She is Qi Sheng's sister, she is seventeen years old this year, and she is also a goddess-level figure. Few people see her attacks. They only know that she is very talented, and that's the only one with Qi Sheng." He Chen said.
Ye Ling frowned and said, "Goddess?"
People in the world of cultivation also like to play these exaggerated titles.
He Chen quickly said, "Of course, is Qi Yan beautiful beautiful? Still not as beautiful as Sister Ye."
Ye Ling glared at He Chen, and the gaze was not praised, but it was a little puzzled. He Chen immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing. He added: "It should be said that his strength is not as strong as Sister Ye."
Ye Ling nodded. What kind of superficial aspects are compared to those who practice cultivation? If you want to compare, you will compare your strength.
However, on the day of the appointment, looking at the crowded crowds around the ring and listening to the noise in his ears cheering for Qi Yan, Ye Ling still had to admit that sometimes the appearance is still useful.
For example, after she stood up, the noise was not that loud.
Qi Chuyang also got familiar with Wang Yuran, and she said proudly: "These male cultivators only know how to look at beauties. Qi Yan looks good, and my sister Ye is not bad either."
Indeed, Qi Yan is awesome beauty, like a long sword shining with cold light. Beautiful is beautiful, but it makes people intimidate. Ye Ling has a faint eyebrows and eyes, as if she has not taken anything to heart, and no one is seen by her.
Although both of them are cold and indifferent, their temperaments are very different.
At this time, Qi Sheng couldn't stand the noise around him and stood up and said, "It's too noisy."
All the sounds stopped immediately.
Ye Ling took a breath, and it would be better to be quiet.
When the person on the side announced the start, Qi Yan pointed at Ye Ling with a sword and said, "I heard that you have been in contact with the Wang family. For the sake of the Wang family, I will give you a chance to hand over the snow plaque and I can not hurt you."
Ye Ling didn't take the weapon, but just raised his eyebrows and said, "You really don't have to give the Wang family any face. If you want to do it, just do it."
Swish, as soon as he finished speaking, Qi Yan's sword stabbed over.
This sword was extremely fast, reflecting the cold light of the snow-capped mountains. When the sun was already rising, it was almost dazzling and unhappy.
Mu Ze clenched his fist nervously, while Mu Yuan next to him looked excited.
Ye Ling dodged when the tip of the sword was about to pierce the tip of her nose. Her figure was floating like a light leaf, but in the blink of an eye, it flashed behind Qi Yan.
She was fast, and Qi Yan was not slow either. As soon as she moved her wrist, the tip of the sword changed direction, and she still chased Ye Ling.
Ye Ling didn't fight back, but whenever Qi Yan's sword was about to stab her, she could always avoid it at the right time.
"Is it because the prince really taught her body skills?" It is impossible for ordinary body training to achieve such a level, unless you practice the body skills to improve your level.
At the same time, Wang Chenshan and Qi Zhongtian, who were watching the live broadcast in their respective tents, had this idea flashed through their minds.
Five minutes later, Qi Yan's sword still couldn't touch Ye Ling, and Ye Ling was like the slipperiest fish and could not catch it.
Seeing this, Qi Yan became serious. She thought it would be easy to solve Ye Ling, but it seemed that ordinary moves could not do anything to Ye Ling.
When he saw Qi Yan stop moving, Ye Ling also stopped.
The reason why she never took action was to see what trump card Qi Yan has.
In addition to the Spirit Snake Spear, the Qi family must have better tactics. As the children of the head of the family, Qi Yan and Qi Sheng practiced the same tactics.
In Ye Ling's eyes, Qi Yan was not afraid at all, because she knew her strength and her only opponent was Qi Sheng.
Qi Yan swept the sword flower and sneered: "It seems that you have confidence in yourself, but in another five minutes, you will regret stopping in place and watching me take action."
Ye Ling said: "In less than five minutes, maybe I will regret it in the next second, so you have to take action quickly."
The next second, Qi Yan, who was furious, took action.
Her five fingers flew, and she was clearly holding the hilt of the sword, but it seemed like she was playing the piano on it. The long sword with silver light flashed in her hand was like a swimming fish, drawing countless cold lights in the air.
These cold lights are naturally not ordinary cold lights. There seemed to be countless vortexes on it. The vortexes rotated wildly and condensed into a huge airflow, like a hurricane rising from the ground, and suddenly rolled towards Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's eyes were fixed, and his feet moved, wandering with a very mysterious step, like the flowers and plants that were blown when the wind blew, or like the flowing clouds that were swept away when the wind blew. Everyone felt their eyes blurred and they saw her disappearing from the place, barely avoiding the hurricane caused by the sword energy.
A scream sounded, and the person closest to the ring behind Ye Ling actually covered his chest and screamed. It was obvious that Ye Ling had avoided it, but he was implicated.
"Is this sword energy?" The people below couldn't help but take several steps back, and the entire ring was empty.
Qi Chuyang took a breath and said, "Qi Yan actually cultivated the sword energy?"
Wang Yuran also looked solemn: "In the Body Refining Period, he could only use his muscles and bones, that is, strength. Only after he could open his orifices, he could communicate with the world and use external forces. However, the sword cultivator was obviously different. As long as he had good sword skills and had the talent to cultivate his sword, even if he was only in the Body Refining Period, he could use the sword to cause the energy of the world to shake. Therefore, the sword cultivator could generally challenge more than the level, or even kill people more than the level."
Qi Chuyang obviously knew it too, so she was very worried: "Sister Ye won't be in trouble, right?"
Mu Ze frowned. He didn't expect that Qi Yan had already cultivated sword energy. It was just a sword cultivator. Cultivating sword energy at such an age is already a very talented expression. If nothing unexpected happens, Qi Yan would definitely be able to enter the Lingjian Pavilion of Qianyuan Sect.
Ye Ling licked his lips and said excitedly: "I have heard of sword energy before, but I didn't expect to see it so soon."
Qi Yan said coldly: "Just just warmed up. No matter how fast you are in your body, you will never be able to avoid it!"
Qi Yan said it right. When she set out the sword again, her aura was very different from before. She was obviously the same sword technique, but the trajectory of the sword tip was more mysterious. This trajectory seemed to conform to a certain rule, causing the air around her to fluctuate continuously.
Ye Ling suddenly remembered the storm he had encountered on Xiaoyao Mountain. When the wind blew, when the rain fell, and when the thunder flashed, the air would have a similar shock. These were all fluctuations in the air caused by external forces.
This thought flashed by, and Ye Ling seemed to be in a violent storm. Countless winds suddenly appeared around her. These winds began to be as thin as a breeze, but in a moment, it seemed as if something exploded in the wind.
With a bang, from Qi Yan lifting the sword to the formation of the storm, it took only five or six seconds. Ye Ling was indeed unable to dodge as she said, because there were storms around her and she had no place to dodge at all.
Seeing Ye Lingfei go out, Mu Ze couldn't help but step forward.
Mu Yuan grabbed him and said, "Brother Muze, no one is allowed to interfere in the ring match."
Mu Ze said in a deep voice: "I know."
Qi Chuyang also became nervous, and Wang Yuran comforted her and said, "Miss Ye didn't use a move, but Qi Yan had already revealed half of his trump card. Whoever lost and who won or won might not win or not."
There were many people with the same idea as Wang Yuran, and Qi Zhongtian was a little annoyed: "What did Yan'er think? He used his sword energy so quickly, just to deal with Ye Ling, and there were many other ways."
Wang Shuying did not answer, but felt that it had something to do with the boy named Mu Ze.
On the ring, Ye Ling had just gotten up from the ground when Qi Yan's sword energy arrived again.
It was still the same move as before, but Ye Ling's reaction was very different from that just now.
When she was in Xiaoyao Mountain, she encountered many storms. Qi Yan thought the sharp sword energy was nothing but that in her.
If she wants to see Qi Yan's other trump cards again, she may have to take action.
Ye Ling moved in the oscillating airflow.
Her speed was already very fast before, but she didn't expect it to be faster now. If she had to describe her body skills, she could not find an appropriate metaphor for a while.
Because she was naturally like an ordinary thing in this storm, she could even find flaws in the fluctuating energy of heaven and earth.
To be continued...