Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1356: Sneak attack

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, this woman was called the first genius of Feijianzong, and she exclusively enjoyed the resources at the Taoist level."

No wonder.

Lin Beichen suddenly realized.

Under countless gazes, Xiao Binggan seemed to have never heard of it, and calmly ate his own sauced pig's feet without even looking at Qiu Luoyao.

"Xiao Binggan, are you still a man?"

Qiu Luoyao mocked sharply: "Are you scared?"

"Oh, yeah."

Xiao Binggan nodded as a matter of course.

"I..."

Qiu Luoyao became angry.

He admitted it so shamelessly.

"If you're afraid, get out of Feijianzong yourself. We Feijianzong doesn't have people like you who are greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Okay, let's go."

"It's impossible for me, the chief Daoist of the Flying Sword Sect, to be so cowardly."

Among the crowd, some young disciples seized the opportunity, fanned the flames, and expressed their dissatisfaction one after another. It seemed that everyone was filled with righteous indignation, as if speaking out of righteousness.

But Lin Beichen can see the clue even with sidelight.

These guys must have colluded with Qiu Luoyao in advance, or at least they were Qiu Luoyao's licking dog, so they clamored so hard.

Furthermore, this kind of confrontation with the sect master must be caused by Qiu Heng, the elder who passed on the practice, otherwise, how would ordinary young disciples dare to make trouble on such an occasion?

Lin Beichen was like a mirror in his heart.

Then he froze again.

Huh?

How can I think so deeply?

I seem to be getting smarter.

"Xiao Binggan, I'm a disciple of the Flying Sword Sect. My head can be broken, but my ambition can't be lost. How can I shrink back when faced with challenges?"

Qiu Heng, the elder of Chuangong, said, "Go down and fight Qiu Luoyao, no matter whether you win or lose, you must show the demeanor of the Taoist descendant of Feijianzong."

Xiao Binggan still concentrated on gnawing on the pig's feet with sauce, completely ignoring him.

"Bing Gan has only been in Feijianzong for more than a month, and his training time is still short, and his skill has not yet been achieved. How can he be the opponent of a disciple like Luo Yao who has cultivated for more than ten years?"

The leader, Liu Wuyan, said, "Let's postpone this challenge. It won't be too late to come back to the competition after Bing Gan has cultivated to a small success."

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 the limit-breaking bloodline is temporarily kept secret. Except for Liu Wuyan, only Yu Wuque, who went to Yunmengze that day, and others A handful of two or three people knew the inside story, not even Qiu Heng, who was an elder who taught the practice, and this was one of the reasons why everyone was jealous of Xiao Binggan's resources.

"Uncle Master, I'm not convinced."

Qiu Luoyao gritted his teeth, raised his neck, and said, "I can suppress my cultivation and maintain the same realm as Xiao Binggan. If I want to fight him, if I want to be a Taoist disciple of my Flying Sword Sect, I must at least show my strength. Something, let today's brothers and sisters take a look."

Liu Wuyan frowned.

"Master, you old man, don't be confused. I have only practiced for a few days, and she has practiced for decades. Even at the same level, I can't beat her."

Xiao Binggan spoke, speaking cowardly words in a serious tone.

It's very simple, I just don't want to fight.

"Hehe, Xiao Binggan, you really are a coward. If you are afraid, you should say loudly in front of everyone: I am not as good as Qiu Luoyao... Today I will not force you anymore."

Qiu Luoyao sneered with contempt.

Liu Wuyan said slowly: "Binggan, go and compete with your Senior Sister Qiu next time, just click to the end."

"I don't cut."

Xiao Binggan shook his head.

"Go."

Liu Wuyan spoke seriously.

Blindly backing away, on the contrary, made some people in the sect seize the excuse, and it was not conducive to Xiao Binggan's establishment of prestige, and it was not conducive to taking over the sect in the future.

"No, Master?"

Xiao Binggan chirped and said, "You really want me to take action?"

"Go."

Liu Wuyan said.

Xiao Binggan sighed helplessly, and said: "Master, I'm actually not afraid of getting hurt, I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll kill Senior Sister Qiu."

"Arrogance."

Qiu Heng sneered and scolded.

"Oh, why don't you believe it."

Xiao Binggan walked slowly towards the martial arts arena, and carefully placed the sauced pig's feet that he hadn't finished eating on a stone table next to him.

"Come on, let's discuss."

He beckoned to Qiu Luoyao and said, "If you want to cut it, cut it quickly, or 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 and urged her true energy, the pale silver elemental power attached to the surface of her body, her legs suddenly exerted force, turned into an afterimage, and quickly arrived in front of Xiao Binggan, her long legs swept out like iron spears .

The airflow riot.

Xiao Binggan folded his arms in front of his chest very calmly, and took a punch hard.

Boom.

It exploded with energy.

The turbulent airflow radiated in all directions, and the young disciples who were watching the battle stumbled back after being thrown by the oncoming airflow.

Xiao Binggan stood there, motionless.

Qiu Luoyao's complexion changed, and she launched a berserk attack, her fists and feet made explosive sounds, and fell like a violent storm.

Boom boom boom.

The sound of shock and roar was constantly heard in the field.

After four breaths.

The figures separate.

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

Qiu Luoyao leaned slightly, bent over, the airport was slightly raised, panting heavily, with traces of blood on the corner of her mouth, staring at Xiao Binggan opposite, said: "You...your strength... ...How could it be... Didn't you just join the sect? You are already at the third level, your physical body..."

She was stunned and couldn't take it.

The strength of the opponent's physical body far exceeded her imagination, it was too hard, and she couldn't bear it at all.

Xiao Binggan calmly patted the soil on his sleeves, and said: "You are too weak, spend more time practicing in the future, don't challenge me at every turn, and waste my time."

He turned around and came to the stone table, and picked up his sauced pig's feet.

It's quiet all around.

The new generation of elite disciples of Feijianzong are all stupid.

Has this fat man really only entered the sect for more than a month? How can it be so strong? In such a short period of time, Senior Sister Qiu couldn't stand it anymore.

Happiness appeared on Liu Wuyan's face.

This is the limit-breaking bloodline.

A month's time is worth years of hard work for others.

Qiu Heng, the elder who passed on the skills beside him, was shocked, his old eyes shone brightly, and he seemed to understand why Liu Wuyan valued this little fat man so much.

It seems that Yao'er is really inferior.

Just as he was thinking, he heard Liu Wuyan's angry shout: "Bold...don't stop."

Qiu Heng was taken aback.

When I looked up, I was also taken aback.

On the martial arts arena, however, Qiu Luoyao had a look of resentment on her face. She took out a secret elemental sword in her bosom, summoned a powerful force, and attacked Xiao Binggan silently, blasting towards Xiao Binggan's back.

"Not good."

Qiu Heng immediately used his body skills and rushed to the martial arts arena.

And Liu Wuyan was one step faster than him, and had already made a move.

Phew.

There is a sound of breaking through the air.

The figure flickers like a residual electricity.

Boom.

There is a deafening explosion.

The terrifying air current surged like a stormy sea, and there was a sound of exclamation from the martial arts arena, and some disciples who were weak in strength rolled out like gourds on the ground.

The air flow escapes.

The martial arts field fell silent for an instant.

On the sidelines, Lin Beichen suddenly stood up, with a cold and biting killing intent in his eyes.

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