Xiao Qinghe didn't expect that he made up his mind to teach others a lesson, but in the end not only failed to teach him a lesson, but was suppressed to the point where he was powerless to fight back.
The opponent's spirit sword did not move according to the usual routine, every time it was dangerous and dangerous, Xiao Qinghe had to put up all his energy, but he was still tired of fighting.
The most astonishing thing was that the other party's cultivation was unable to sense it. Every time Xiao Qinghe felt that the other party was at the end of his strength, this person could still support him with immortal power without seeming to be struggling at all.
What kind of monster is this...
The more he fought, the more frightened Xiao Qinghe became.
Moreover, the young man has always maintained an unhurried posture, like strolling in a garden, his eyes are calm, and he has never shown a trace of nervousness.
Not only did he completely suppress himself, he even suppressed it casually, without being serious at all!
Coming to this conclusion, Xiao Qinghe just felt that he was going to die.
He gritted his teeth to block the sword, and there was a sweetness in his throat.
The situation on the stage was naturally noticed by others, not only the other three immortals except Yu Chu were very surprised, but the disciples were even more astonished.
Comprehensive suppression of cultivation and skills!
how can that be!
"I'm not mistaken..."
"Senior brother Xiao is actually powerless to fight back!"
The Xianmen disciples murmured in disbelief, their horrified eyes fell on the young man in the field.
The hilt of the sword stopped at Xiao Qinghe's heart, and the young man gave him a cold look with his brows calm.
Xiao Qinghe suddenly understood.
During the competition, this kid never touched his body at all, and hit him every time with the hilt of his sword—obviously, it was an obvious dislike!
Moreover, the intentional unhurried beating is probably to let someone see clearly...
Xiao Qinghe gritted his teeth, and became more and more certain in his heart that this kid's thoughts on Master Feng...
The young man had already put away his spirit sword and was about to retreat, but Xiao Qinghe suddenly laughed in a low voice: "I was wrong back then, Master really didn't have any heart for you."
Xuan Ling's slender fingers paused.
"But you... may not have the idea of surpassing Master now, right?" Xiao Qinghe licked his lips.
Xuan Ling remained silent, staring at him quietly.
Xiao Qinghe smiled again, and said in a low voice: "You are the same as me..."
The young man slightly frowned his fine eyebrows, his calm expression from the beginning finally revealed a bit of displeasure, and said softly: "I am different from you."
"What's the difference?" Xiao Qinghe couldn't get used to this boy's appearance of being so young but not showing his face the most. He raised his eyebrows viciously, "Don't you think about Master every day, and think about things you shouldn't think about every night... If Master is willing to double cultivate with me..."
Before he could finish his words, the boy on the opposite side raised his eyes in an instant, and the snow lotus flickered between his brows.
Those eyes were too cold, and seemed to be burning with overwhelming anger. The spirit sword appeared between the slender fingers, and Xiao Qinghe clearly felt a kind of coercion from the opponent.
It's not the coercion of Xianli's cultivation base...
This thought was only fleeting, and he yelled in horror: "You can't kill me! I admit defeat!"
The hilt of the sword was not far from his heart, and it was intercepted by Xianli. A white-bearded immortal on the high platform stood up and said with a frown: "He has surrendered."
This was said to Xuan Ling.
The spirit sword was stagnant in the air, blocked by the immortal power and unable to move forward, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, retracted the sword and left.
Under the shocked and admiring gazes of all the disciples, he returned to the high platform, and then he pursed his lips and showed soft eyes. The slender fingers that had just held the sword obediently picked up the teapot and refilled hot tea for the master.