This sudden change was beyond everyone's expectations.
"This woman is Qiu Luoyao, the granddaughter of Elder Qiu."
Yu Wuque whispered in Lin Beichen's ear: "Before Xiao Binggan came to the future, it was this woman who was called the number one genius of the Flying Sword Sect and had exclusive access to Taoist-level resources."
No wonder.
Lin Beichen suddenly realized.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Xiao Binggan seemed oblivious and calmly ate his sauced pig's feet without even looking at Qiu Luoyao.
"Xiao Binggan, are you still a man?"
Qiu Luoyao sternly mocked: "Are you scared?"
"Oh yes."
Xiao Binggan nodded matter-of-factly.
"I… "
Qiu Luoyao was furious.
To admit it so shamelessly.
"If you are afraid, just get out of Feijian Sect. We in Feijian Sect don't have people like you who are greedy for life and afraid of death."
"That's right, get out of here."
"I, the chief Taoist of Feijian Sect, cannot be so cowardly."
Among the crowd, there were younger generation disciples who seized the opportunity to fan the flames and expressed their dissatisfaction. They all looked filled with righteous indignation, as if they were speaking out for justice.
But Lin Beichen could see the clues even with side light.
These guys must have colluded with Qiu Luoyao in advance, or at least they were Qiu Luoyao's lickers, so they clamored so hard.
Moreover, Qiu Heng, the master of the practice, could not be behind this kind of contradicting the leader. Otherwise, how could ordinary young disciples dare to cause trouble in such an occasion
Lin Beichen felt like a mirror in his heart.
Then he froze again.
Why
How could I think so deeply
I seem to have become smarter.
"Xiao Binggan, I, a disciple of the Feijian Sect, can cut off my head but cannot lose my will. How can I shrink back when faced with challenges?"
Qiu Heng, the elder who passed down the skills, spoke up and said: "You go down and have a battle with Qiu Luoyao. No matter you win or lose, you must show off your demeanor as a Taoist descendant of Feijian Sect."
Xiao Binggan was still concentrating on chewing the soy pig's trotters, completely ignoring them.
"Bing Gan has only been in the Feijian Sect for more than a month. He has only been practicing for a short time and his skills have not yet been fully developed. How can he be the opponent of a disciple like Luo Yao who has been practicing for more than ten years?"
The leader Liu Wuyan said, "Let's postpone this challenge. It won't be too late to compete again when Bing Gan has reached a small level of cultivation."
His tone was relatively mild.
In order to ensure that Xiao Binggan can grow up smoothly and avoid being targeted by all parties, the matter of breaking the limit bloodline is temporarily kept secret. Apart from Liu Wuyan, there are only a few two or three people such as Yu Wuque who visited Yunmengze that day. Everyone knows the inside story, even Qiu Heng, who is the elder of Chuan Gong, does not know. This is one of the reasons why all parties are jealous of Xiao Binggan's resources.
"Uncle Master, I don't accept it."
Qiu Luoyao gritted her teeth, raised her neck, and said: "I can suppress my cultivation and maintain the same level as Xiao Binggan. If I want to fight him, if I want to be a Taoist disciple of my Feijian Sect, I must at least show something. Let today’s junior brothers and sisters take a look.”
Liu Wuyan frowned.
"Master, don't be confused, old man. I have only been practicing for a few days, but she has been practicing for decades. Even if we are at the same level, I can't beat her."
Xiao Binggan spoke and said cowardly words in a serious tone.
It's simple, I just don't want to fight.
"Haha, Xiao Binggan, you are indeed a coward. If you are afraid, just say it loudly in front of everyone: I am not as good as Qiu Luoyao... I will not force you anymore today."
Qiu Luoyao sneered with disdain.
Liu Wuyan said slowly: "Bing Gan, let's go and have a discussion with your Senior Sister Qiu next time, and that's all."
"I won't cut it."
Xiao Binggan shook his head.
"Go ahead."
Liu Wuyan said in a serious tone.
Blindly retreating allowed some people in the sect to seize the truth, which was not conducive to Xiao Binggan's establishment of prestige. He would be criticized for being ruined in the Feijian Sect in the future, and would not be conducive to taking over the sect in the future.
"No, Master?"
Xiao Bing grumbled, "Do you really want me to take action?"
"Go ahead."
Liu Wuyan said.
Xiao Binggan sighed helplessly and said, "Master, I'm not actually afraid of getting hurt. I'm afraid of accidentally beating Senior Sister Qiu to death."
"Arrogance."
Qiu Heng sneered and scolded.
"Oh, you don't believe it."
Xiao Binggan walked slowly towards the martial arts arena and carefully placed the pickled pig's feet that he had not finished eating on a stone table next to him.
"Come on, let's spar."
He waved to Qiu Luoyao and said, "If you want to cut it, cut it quickly, otherwise my pig's feet will be cold in a while."
Good guy.
Qiu Luoyao laughed out of anger.
"I want to see how you beat me to death."
She sneered, activated her energy, and the light silver elemental power adhered to the surface of her body. Her legs suddenly exerted force and turned into an afterimage. She quickly arrived in front of Xiao Binggan, and her long legs swept out like an iron spear.
Air turmoil.
Xiao Binggan calmly folded his arms in front of his chest and took the blow forcefully.
boom.
Explosive energy.
The wild air flow radiated in all directions, and the young disciples watching the battle were staggered back by the incoming air flow.
Xiao Binggan stood there, motionless.
Qiu Luoyao's expression changed, and he launched a wild attack. His fists and feet made explosive sounds and fell like a violent wind and rain.
Boom boom boom.
There were constant vibrations and roars in the field.
After four breaths.
The figures separate.
"Huhuhu..."
Qiu Luoyao's figure was slightly crouched, bent over, the airport was slightly bulging, breathing heavily, with a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, staring at Xiao Binggan opposite, and said: "You... your strength... how could... you Didn’t you just join the sect? You are already at the third level, and your physical body..."
She was shocked and couldn't accept it.
The physical strength of the other party was far beyond her imagination. It was too hard and she couldn't bear it at all.
Xiao Binggan calmly patted the dirt on his sleeves and said, "You are too weak. Spend more time practicing in the future. Don't waste my time by constantly challenging me."
He turned around and came to the stone table and picked up his pickled pig's feet.
It was quiet all around.
The new generation of elite disciples of Feijian Sect were all stunned.
Has this fat white man really only entered the sect for more than a month? How could it be so strong? In such a short period of time, Senior Sister Qiu couldn't bear it.
Liu Wuyan's face showed joy.
This is the one who breaks the limit bloodline.
One month is worth several years of hard training for others.
Qiu Heng, the elder who was teaching the skills next to him, was shaken. His old eyes were shining brightly, and he vaguely seemed to understand why Liu Wuyan paid so much attention to this little fat man. With such a performance, he was probably a person with upper-level bloodline.
It seems that Yaoer is really inferior.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Liu Wuyan's angry shout: "How dare you... don't stop yet."
Qiu Heng was startled.
When he looked up, he was also surprised.
But on the martial arts field, Qiu Luoyao had a look of resentment on his face. He took out a secret sword of elements from his arms, unleashed a powerful force, and silently attacked Xiao Binggan in the back.
"not good."
Qiu Heng immediately used his body skills and rushed to the martial arts field.
But Liu Wuyan was one step faster than him and had already taken action.
call out.
A sound broke through the air.
The figure flickers like residual electricity.
boom.
There was a deafening explosion.
The terrifying air current surged like a stormy sea, and there was a cry of exclamation from the martial arts arena, and some weak disciples rolled out like gourds on the ground.
Airflow escapes.
The martial arts arena suddenly came to a standstill.
On the sidelines, Lin Beichen suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with cold and piercing murderous intent.
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