Immortal Soaring Blade

"Wow, magic weapon." A disciple of ordinary family, exclaimed with admiration. However, the appearance of Han muchI didn't bring about such a stir as the first few times. After all, the young people in the venue did not lack the children of the aristocratic families. It was not the first time for them to see magic weapons. Most of them still had magic weapons. Their vision and vision were not comparable to those of ordinary teenagers. There were only a few startling voices.

Looking at the cold wooden ruler in scar's hand, Zhao Jiuge felt the chill from a certain distance. Layers of silver light and fog wrapped the scar boy, and a sense of danger surged into his heart. Now Zhao Jiuge is no longer that stupid young man who has just set foot on the immortal road. Just looking at the sales of that magic weapon is extraordinary.

Zhao Jiuge's most worried thing finally appeared. Even if his accomplishments were not as high as those with scars, Zhao Jiuge was confident to fight. However, he became a monk on his way, and had no influence behind him. The scarred youth who had no way to retreat had no way to do. To directly use magic weapons to oppress Zhao Jiuge with his family background is to bully you!

The stubborn Zhao Jiuge just didn't believe in the evil. His eyes were wide and his beautiful face was a little red. I don't know whether it was due to the blood rolling in his body before or because of his anger. With the indomitable spirit and indomitable spirit, Zhao Jiuge took a light drink with some momentum. With the speed of the fingerprints in his hands, he brought up pieces of illusions.

Originally, the cold wood ruler, frozen by the golden flash, seems to be inspired by something. If you look closely, you will find that the shadow of the golden torrent light is like a Phoenix who wants to revive from nirvana. If you want to break the shackles of yourself and shake, you will start to move again. You can see that the range of action is increasing.

Zhao Jiuge's face was pale and flushed. At present, the Sanskrit holy body has been urged to the extreme, which is the limit of his cultivation. His spiritual power and money are instilled in his dark eyes. Although there is some panic in his dark eyes, he is still calm, because things have not reached the uncontrollable ground, but he still has a killer's mace.

"Hum, if you don't open your eyes, you ordinary people will see and broaden your horizons and understand what gap is." Seeing that Zhao Jiuge didn't give up his heart, he still controlled the golden aura torrent. Scar was extremely angry and laughed.

In his heart, he wanted to have a good performance in front of the crowd. He used this cold wooden ruler once, which would consume a lot of spiritual power, and he would not use it until the end. However, the young man couldn't help showing off. Besides, the scar boy thought that since he used the cold wooden ruler, the poor boy from the mountain had no details to say, so he didn't care Don't use the cold wood ruler, the huge spiritual power will drain your body. After all, the more powerful the magic weapon is, the higher the strength can play its power, and the consumption is also amazing.

"The cold wood is rolling and the world is startled." With a low drink, the scar boy's eyes were sharp, but the movements on his hands were not slow. A cold wooden ruler rolled with his right hand and held tightly crossed the air in front of his chest. With the stroke, the light silver light still flowed around the cold wooden ruler, just like the withered yellow leaves falling in autumn.

With this stroke, the temperature on the stone platform drops sharply, as if the air has become viscous. The cold aura gushing from the cold wooden ruler rolled up a vortex, and then it became bigger and bigger like a snowball. In an instant, the golden flood light and shadow were frozen.

"Click, click..."

When the golden light and shadow condensed by spiritual power was frozen, cracks slowly appeared, and then it broke up, and became something like ice dregs. It dissipated between the heaven and the earth. In this way, the previous overwhelming attack was dissolved by the cold wooden ruler.

Zhao Jiuge's heart sank, surprised at the power of the cold wood ruler, and then surprised. After using the cold wood ruler, the scar boy was like nothing. Didn't he say that the magic weapon with more and more power was consumed more and more? The aura of the cold wood ruler was not a general magic weapon.

However, Zhao Jiuge didn't know that he could change his physique through quenching elixir and yuehualu, compress it, and then change his quality. Then, when he was young, the scarred boy with rich family background was instilled with various miraculous drugs. How could he be worse than him? Besides, other people's realm is higher than him.

Zhao Jiuge's body movement was not slow. Zhao Jiuge had no time to launch any attacks. He had to protect his predecessor tightly. The glass and golden light of the Sanskrit holy body was shining. His left foot stepped forward and his right hand waved his tentative resistance in the past.

Bang.

There was a heavy noise, and then people saw that Zhao Jiuge was like a shrimp hunched down for dozens of meters, and the layer of glass and gold on his body had disappeared. A close contact made Zhao Jiuge seriously injured.

"Pooh."

Zhao Jiuge, lying on the ground, supported his hands and tried hard to get up. His arms were constantly shaking. His sleeves of clothes and robes were all broken. He was about to get up. His chest was sweet, and he could not help it any more. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and then his body finally collapsed.

Zhao Jiuge's delicate face has already turned pale. His mouth still has a touch of red, which is extremely eye-catching. His dry lips are shaking slightly, but his dark eyes are still bright. Even in this sudden drop in temperature, it can bring people a trace of sunshine and warm the heart.All the people under the stage were very quiet. They looked at Zhao Jiuge's eyes with some sympathy. Only Bai Qingqing's face was calm. However, Bai Nen's slender scallion fingers betrayed her heart. The white fingers had already been pinched and turned blue, but I didn't find it. The red lips whispered softly, "Jiuge, after one year's work, I will fight him No, I swear.

The voice is very small, even the Wang wanwan next to her did not hear, there is no trace of anger, no trace of emotional color, calm and terrible, and then sighed a sigh, heart murmured, nine songs, nine songs, in your present situation, can do this step is very good, I believe that you will not be underestimated.

Looking at the sunshine in his eyes, the tough Zhao Jiuge shivered slightly and tried to get up. He was embarrassed and pitiful, but his stubborn expression also affected everyone present.

"Ha ha, if it is not allowed by the rules, I would like to accept Zhao Jiuge as an apprentice." Professor Zhou looked at the young man struggling on the stone platform with admiration. He was only in charge of training new disciples from the outer gate. Even though his accomplishments were not bad, he didn't have the ability to accept apprentices. Generally, only after entering the inner gate, could a disciple have the opportunity to learn from him.

Next to him, director Wang and director Li looked at each other with a smile. There was no words. Obviously, director Zhou had a desire to love talents. When they got to their point, they were cruel and didn't care about the gains and losses of the moment. What they appreciated was the persistent belief of the young man. The cultivation of immortals changed this way. However, the day of multiple talents was just as conspicuous as stars, and finally became plain.

The cultivation of immortals should adhere to the persistent pursuit, so that people can step by step step, play steadily, and have a long history.

The woman in white with red flying sword and Wu Tianshan are also shining with strange light. Looking at Zhao Jiuge, they all sigh in their hearts. It's a pity that no matter how persistent the youngsters are, they can't change their predicament. If they lose, they will be depressed because they can't accept the eyes of others. The loss is just to pave the way for the next win.

"Admit defeat, and then say that I was wrong. Finally, stay away from Bai Qingqing, and I'll let you go, so as to reduce the pain of flesh and blood." The young scabbard stopped the attack, holding a cold wooden ruler in one hand and pointing to Zhao Jiuge with extreme arrogance. His eyes were full of laughter when he saw Zhao Jiuge lying on the ground.

Zhao Jiuge didn't open his mouth to admit defeat. Naturally, the contest was not over. The words of the scarred youth fell, and the whole scene became quiet. Everyone was waiting for Zhao Jiuge's reaction.

After coughing a few times and gasping for breath, Zhao Jiuge struggled to hold up his body and slowly raised his head. It seemed that he didn't breathe slowly. He grinned suddenly with a brilliant smile, "you go to die, dream."

Finish this sentence as if exhausted a lot of strength in general, and then don't say a word, just look at the scar teenager like an idiot with scornful eyes.

"You." The scar boy's chest trembled, and he opened his mouth. After spitting out a word, he didn't know what to say. In the twinkling of an eye, he looked ferocious. He rushed up with several kicks, and every foot made a dull sound.

Zhao Jiuge, who was lying on his stomach, was kicked by the disorderly feet, and his cough became more serious. The cruel scarred boy did not use the cold wooden ruler, but simply used external spiritual power to kick Zhao Jiuge. All of a sudden, Zhao Jiuge's skin was torn and his blood was overflowing. However, Zhao Jiuge did not make a pit, clenched his teeth, and his eyes were stubborn.

Some people can't bear to see the silence, some of them can't bear to see it.

Bai Qingqing's eyes were red, but there was still no sound.

Zhao Jiuge's pain didn't make Zhao Jiuge cry out. He just thought that this scene was similar to that day when a group of Wang xiaopang beat him. Who could have thought that he had set foot on this road by mistake on that day, and those who belittled themselves would also pay the price. At the moment, the scarred teenagers who beat themselves will also pay the price!

"Wait a minute." There was a change in the eyes of Zhao Jiuge, a hoarse cry.

After hearing this, scar boy stopped his action, and his brow was frivolous, "how can I ask for mercy?"

Zhao Jiuge mouth hanging blood slightly hook up, a chuckle. And the cold and gorgeous woman with a red flying sword in her white dress also curled her eyebrows. Looking at Zhao Jiuge's cry, she thought that she might not have looked away.

Just when the whole audience thought Zhao Jiuge could not help being beaten and wanted to ask for mercy, he suddenly rose, and a fire rose in the sky, dispelling the cold caused by the appearance of the cold wooden ruler. The sky was covered with a volume of orange flame, like a fire snake dancing with a soft and boneless posture.

The sudden appearance of the fire all over the sky startled everyone. The mouth was wide and looked at the stage in surprise.