Lin Qianshuang diverted her gaze from the arena, and glanced at Xiao Lanle, who was gradually approaching her, unpredictably. When the disciples of Penglai Immortal Sect went to the painting boat together, she could feel that Xiao Lanle avoided her approach intentionally or unintentionally, and kept a distance from her.
Apart from the fact that the two of them wanted to avoid suspicion, the series of incidents last night should have been a little uncomfortable for Junior Sister Xiao and her.
Lin Qianshuang leaned on the railing and looked at the arena on the sparkling lake. For some reason, she was a little panicked. In that case, why did she come to her.
Xiao Lanle squeezed into the middle of Lin Qianshuang and Xu Zheng, leaning on the railing next to Lin Qianshuang, pushing Xu Zheng aside.
Xu Zheng wanted to talk to Lin Qianshuang alone, but he was inexplicably excluded. The daughter of the head of the Penglai Xianzong, who was most likely to be the city lord's wife in the future, glared at him, threatening He put his hand on Lin Qianshuang's back waist, his eyebrows slightly raised like a cat whose fur was occupied, and he didn't dare to lean forward any more.
Chen Shangqing stood far away from Xiao Lanle, his eyes turned around them a few times, and said to Xu Zheng, "Shang Ying, let's go to the front."
Xu Zheng felt that it was a bit redundant around the two women, and felt that he couldn't intervene. When he heard Chen Shangqing call him, he hurriedly followed.
Lin Qianshuang didn't pay special attention to what was going on around her. She glanced at Xiao Lanle who was beside her, and then turned her attention to the competition stage in Jinshui Lake.
The competition in the ring has already begun.
The competition between Penglai Xianzong and Lingxiao Jianzong was evenly matched. The disciples were evenly matched, and the winners and losers were all up and down, until Liang Jingxuan appeared with a strange pink sword in the jeers of the disciples.
As in the original plot, after a disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect was defeated by Liang Jingxuan, the disciples who took the test again were defeated one after another.
Although Liang Jingxuan held the incompetent Zixiao Sword, he was exceptionally heroic. None of the disciples who confronted him felt weak and fell to the ground after a few moves.
Lin Qianshuang sneered in his heart, what he used was his true strength, he must have used the "king's spirit", otherwise the group of disciples would not have performed so much below the standard.
"Senior sister, you are staring at the Star Picking Sword on the competition stage, do you want to get it?"
Xiao Lanle leaned against the boat rail in his spotless white clothes, resting his chin with one hand, and stared at her with his crystal black eyes, as if he had watched her for a long time.
Lin Qianshuang's ears turned red, and she continued to look at the situation on the competition stage, and said, "The Star Picking Sword is an excellent sword. Naturally, I want to get it."
"But Senior Brother Chen also lost to Senior Brother Liang."
Xiao Lanle looked at the competition stage, and Chen Shangqing was forced to retreat by Liang Jingxuan with a sword. With a pity on his face, he said to Lin Qianshuang, "Senior sister, are you really sure that you can win Brother Liang?"
"Junior Brother Liang is the leader of my sect. I can't compare to him, but no matter what the result is, I must try."
Lin Qianshuang spoke to Xiao Lanle humbly, but she was confident that a primary spirit sword appeared in her hand.
Although she is a Demon Infant's cultivation base, she should not reveal it too much. She also knows little about the swordsmanship of Penglai Xianmen's sect, so she can only make do with it.
Now on the competition stage, Liang Jingxuan is proudly releasing the aura of a king. No one from the Lingxiao Sword Sect and Penglai Xianmen disciples on the painting boat will come forward to fight again.
Just as Lin Qianshuang was about to leave, the primary spirit sword in her hand was pulled out, and then the Su Wen sword, which radiated sapphire light, was put into her palm by Xiao Lanle.
Xiao Lanle took Lin Qianshuang's hand and said with a warm face, "Senior sister, your primary spirit sword is of poor quality. How can it be against Brother Liang's spirit sword? You use mine for now."
Lin Qianshuang gestured with the Suwen sword. Xiao Lanle's Suwen sword was also a high-grade spirit sword. Although it was not as good as Liang Jingxuan's divine sword, it was also one of the best swords in the weapon list. Light but razor-sharp.
"Sister, thank you."
Lin Qianshuang thanked Xiao Lan happily, she turned over and jumped out with Yu Jian, the blade gently stepped on the blue waves and turned up the white waves, and in the blink of an eye, she stood firmly on the competition stage.
Liang Jingxuan stood upright holding the Zixiao Sword wrapped in a pink scabbard. He looked at the Penglai Immortal Sect disciples and Lingxiao Sword Sect disciples who were watching the competition on the painting boat. No one dared to play again. Ge Faner's full-fledged attitude enjoys everyone's admiration and admiration.
Hmph, even you group of ignorant rats dare to compare with the master of this immortal.
The Zixiao Sword Spirit claimed to be the Prehistoric Divine Sword, and his status was extremely noble. Now he was living in the broken sword body and lost his face, watching Liang Jingxuan give it a sigh of relief, and proudly radiated a golden and purple light.
As soon as he thought of it, the Star Picking Sword could immediately be used as the fertilizer for its casting sword, and the body was about to recover, and the radiance of the Zixiao Sword became even stronger.
A familiar magical energy overflowed into the perception range of Zixiao Sword Spirit.
There was a beautiful and refined woman holding a murderous sword and steadily landed in front of Liang Jingxuan.
Lin Qianshuang's flying jacket fluttered lightly like a butterfly's wings, and her blue silk was as thick as ink. As the sword energy melted and rippled, an imperceptible blue light appeared in her bright eyes. The sword in her hand stretched out to one side, towards Liang Jingxuan. The corners of his lips raised a magical arc, and he said softly, "Junior Brother Liang, I am here to fight. If you are ready, we will start."
"Senior sister, of course I'm ready, you say we'll start."
Liang Jingxuan had an obsessed expression on his face. He subconsciously wanted to pick up the sword in his hand, but was pressed down by the sudden weight. The spine at his waist made a rubbing sound. He immediately supported his waist, but the muscles in his waist and abdomen were still there. Strained.
He secretly scolded himself for losing face in front of his sweetheart, looking at Lin Qianshuang with burning eyes, boldly and blatantly looking up and down her slender, undulating body, already having a variety of bad images in his mind.
Liang Jingxuan's mind became more and more turbulent the more he looked at it. He even forgot to release his aura of a king. He thought to himself that Senior Sister came to challenge him, how could he be willing to hurt her, why don't he just tease her first, and then take her off the test stage.
How could this yellow-haired girl appear here, still wearing a disciple's uniform.
Zixiao Jianling smelled the familiar demonic energy, and immediately said that it was not good. It was the demonic cultivator who set him up again. It came to the world and made the master ridiculed and humiliated. Only then did he know that this girl had a set of smallpox. The ground pendant's rhetoric is false, and even if its scabbard is used by a female nun, it dislikes the gaudy colors and weird and ridiculous patterns.
Maybe this girl is preventing it from getting the Star Picking Sword.
However, Lin Qianshuang was the former owner of the scabbard, and the Zixiao Sword must not reveal the name and identity of the original owner, which violated its sword virtue.
Zi Xiaojian suddenly became a little manic, and the sword body trembled.
Liang Jingxuan and Zi Xiaojian are in the same mind and understand what it wants to express.
"Senior, you told me to beware of Senior Sister Lin?"
Liang Jingxuan said with a bit of amusing disdain, "She is just a woman who needs to be cherished and cherished. What is there to be afraid of in establishing a foundation? If I use the aura of a king, doesn't it make me feel useless?"
"Junior Brother, let's begin."
An icy edge swept across Liang Jingxuan's neck, he turned his head reflexively, and the strands of hair hanging down between his temples were neatly cut off.
Lin Qianshuang's Floating Sword Art was in full swing, mercilessly attacking Liang Jingxuan's flawed moves with the most ruthless moves.
Liang Jingxuan struggled to dodge the heavy Zixiao sword with difficulty. Once, he was almost overwhelmed by the weight of the scabbard, but he couldn't pull out the Zixiao sword. Zixiao would see blood when he unsheathed it. He didn't want to. Hurt Lin Qianshuang.
Lin Qianshuang watched Liang Jingxuan's brute force slashing by four beats in her eyes. The pace changed, her posture flashed, and she flashed behind Liang Jingxuan. She kicked his back hard, Liang Jingxuan Suddenly unstable, he fell down with the overweight Zixiao Sword in both hands, and fell to the ground with a dog gnawing at the mud.
The Zixiao sword pressed directly against his crotch and made a slit. In front of everyone's eyes, his trousers were ripped apart by the sword wind from nowhere, and shattered into several pieces of fabric, leaving his lower body empty.
Immediately, there was laughter from the painting boat full of disciples of the two sects.
"I'm not mistaken, Brother Liang turned out to be... an eunuch?"
"Then how did he defile the girl of the Chen family under the marriage tree."
"Maybe it was the girl from the Chen family who wanted to take the overlord's hook, but Brother Liang couldn't. Hahahahaha."
On the painting boat, Chen Shangyun was annoyed and listened to the ridicule of the people around her, and couldn't help but scolded: "What are you laughing at, this girl doesn't know that the young master of the Liang family is such a person from the palace, I I was deceived, deceived! Otherwise, how could I marry a eunuch if I knew about it."
Chen Shangqing saw that Chen Shangyun was going to slap the slap of his sister Zhenghuan who was still laughing beside her, he held her hand and said, "Shangyun, this marriage contract can be voided, why should you be so angry, if you lose it again? If the face is passed on to the owner of the family, what will the old man think?"
Chen Shangyun threw herself into Chen Shangqing's arms and cried with grievances: "Brother, you have to decide for the younger sister, nothing happened under the marriage tree, I also said that Liang Jingxuan is a dragon and a phoenix among people, and a decent gentleman, and I admire him. I didn't expect him to be a cripple, he didn't do anything to me, otherwise, eldest brother, you can test Yun'er's blood with the chastity stone, and Yun'er and him are innocent."
Yesterday, Chen Shangyun was still arguing at the head Xiao Shen's place to break the engagement between Xiao Lanle and Liang Jingxuan.
Everyone watched Chen Shangyun go back on his word, and looked with sympathy at Liang Jingxuan, who had been divorced twice in a row on the test stage, and had been exposed to the public. The face of Xiao Shen, the head of the Penglai Immortal Sect, was also bleak, and the next day was afraid to be miserable.
Liang Jingxuan fell to the ground, and when he stood up with Zixiaojian, he didn't realize what was happening until he heard the discussions on the painting boat and his torn clothes.
His eyes looked coldly at Chen Shangqing who was hugging Chen Shangyun for comfort.
When he fell, he clearly felt a sword qi attacking his back.
Senior Sister Lin only has the cultivation base of establishing a foundation, how can she display such a pure sword energy that is just right.
Chen Shangqing! He must have done it again!
This rubbish, dared to turn over him three or four times to smite him, grass.
"Junior brother, are you okay, am I too heavy? Are you okay?"
The woman squatting in front of him looked at him worriedly, her beautiful face seemed to be slightly distressed for him.
Senior Sister Lin is still so gentle, always comforting him and warming him when he is in a bad mood.
Liang Jingxuan moved Lin Qianshuang's hand and stood up from the ground, looked at her with affectionate eyes, and said, "Qianshuang, even if this is the case... you are not like her, and you dislike me?"
"Junior brother, don't be too sad..."
Lin Qianshuang tried her best to hold back her smile, but her eyes were still filled with tears. She said in a low voice as much as possible.
Liang Jingxuan looked at Lin Qianshuang with tears in his eyes, and seemed to be slightly touched by his situation. He moved in his heart and hugged her tightly, "Senior sister, if you want that star-picking sword, I can give it to you. , don't be sad, I won't let you marry Chen Shangying, I know that you are still sad about this."