Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 193: End of the field
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"Hey..."
Suddenly, a phantom and misty sigh sounded. This sigh sounded small, but even under this noisy sound, everyone could hear it, and the sound was close and time far away. Clear direction.
At this time, people with sharp eyes can find that in the void not far from the sky, a plump woman with her hair curled up and wearing a blue palace attire is lovingly holding an ordinary-looking girl. It was Elder Piaowu and the girl who was accepted as her apprentice today.
Needless to say, these two people must be here to go to the Deacon’s Hall to handle the mountain. I didn’t expect to see such a hot scene when they came. It should have been led by a disciple, but this is the first time Elder Piaowu accepts disciples, so he can only do anything by himself.
I didn’t see any movement from Elder Piaowu, holding the girl in his left hand, and flicking the white and tender fingers of his right hand, and he saw a drop of blue spiritual power float out. The moment it floated out, the drop of water immediately The spray burst and turned into a huge water blue light curtain of a giant infallible novel that enveloped the crowd of onlookers. As soon as this light curtain appeared, it gave people a solid and solid feeling.
"Buzzing..."
A dazzling bright aura burst out, a little dazzling, so that the onlookers temporarily couldn't see the collision between the two, along with this phenomenon, there was a huge buzzing sound.
It took a long time for this bright light to slowly dissipate, and everyone saw what appeared in the field.
I saw Bian Hong Ling holding "Phoenix Night" in her hand, her red dress swaying in the breeze, as quiet as a red flower, her left hand gently stroked the scattered green silks, her eyes were like a pool of calm lake water.
On the other side, Yan Wenfei formed a sharp contrast. Her appearance was extremely embarrassed. A high-wounded green silk was scattered on the fragrant shoulders. The purple gauze on her body was a bit shabby, showing a split face. Fortunately, there was a piece of colorful armor wrapped in it, otherwise it would be gone. Despite this, many people looked towards Yan Wenfen’s choppy chest, where the purple gauze was obviously broken. It was a bit tempting, and many male disciples swallowed saliva a little bit covetously, with hot eyes.
Besides, Yan Wenfei has no other injuries, and it is not a major problem. It seems that it is because of the protection of the armor.
But at this moment, Yan Wenfei is in despair, his face is pale, and there is a huge gap between the tranquility and still water of the bound red silk, perhaps because of the sequelae after using the Yangguan triplex, perhaps because he was once again defeated by the bound Hong Ling's subordinates were a little bit heartbroken. For a while, Yan Wenfei was in a daze, some of which I felt sad.
The crowd outside the field can naturally tell the victory or defeat at a glance, especially the red-bound silk that resembles a beautiful landscape, which attracted everyone's attention at this time.
With a tight sword, I defeated Yan Wenfei who had all his cards with a simple sword. He is powerful and looks stunning. How to keep these male disciples from breathing quickly, especially the gentle and steady young man I almost fell on my knees under the red dress that bound Hong Ling.
Seeing the victory of Senior Sister, although I expected it in my heart, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help raising a smile, and made a gesture towards Bian Hongling, which caused Bian Hongling to smile faintly. The appearance of the male disciples suddenly sluggish.
The gray-haired elder standing in the void looked at the elder dancing in the distance at a loss. Although the two are both elders, they are very different regardless of their status and strength. Fortunately, Elder Piaowu is here, allowing the gray-haired elder to find the backbone, otherwise he doesn’t know how to clean up the mess before him. Both of them are stronger than him, and their identities are also higher than him. They are both direct disciples. He can provoke it.
As an ordinary disciple, he could have been reprimanding loudly, but in the face of the famous Bound Hong Ling, he could only be in harmony with Yan Yue and dare not speak seriously.
The gray-haired elder looked embarrassed, with a questioning light in his eyes, looking at the more talkative elder dancing.
In a scroll of inspiration, seeing this situation, Elder Piaowu immediately brought the new apprentice that little girl to the middle of the field, and his eyebrows were slightly raised to watch this scene. According to the truth, the disciples are It is strictly forbidden to fight in such a serious situation, otherwise it will be sent to Sijianya to think about it.
It’s just that the two of today’s disciples are long-standing disciples, and they have special identities. This matter can be big or small. Elder Piaowu didn’t know how to deal with it for a while, and his eyes swept away when he saw Yan Wen Fei's desperate appearance immediately had a way to deal with it.
Although Elder Piaowu was also a disciple who came out of the Three Peaks at first, he is now in a high position, and his family is much smaller. Moreover, Elder Piaowu is a kind person, and he planned to make this matter smaller. Yan Wenfei's expression confirmed the thoughts in his heart even more.
"Zhou Hongyong, you first take your junior and senior sisters to go home, this matter is forgotten, not as an example." Elder Piaowu's slightly serious words sounded.
However, I sighed slightly in my heart. The private grievances that tied Hongling and Yan Wenfei also knew that they were actually good seedlings of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and Yan Wenfei's aptitude and strength were definitely outstanding, but However, when he encounters Bian Hongling, this hurdle depends on whether Yan Wenfei can come out. Others will never help her. After all, it is a question of mood.
Zhou Hongyong only agreed, taking with him Yan Wenfei, who was still in a daze and lost his soul, and Zhang Ping, a newly recognized younger sister, to persuade him to leave, but when he left, he took a deep look at Zhao Jiuge and didn't release anything cruel Words, but there was a deep meaning in his eyes, and he couldn't provoke Hong Ling, Zhao Jiuge could still deal with it. Afterwards, the three left the mountain where the deacon hall was located.
When the three of Yan Wenfei left, Elder Piaowu turned his head, and looked at the tied red silk that seemed to be still undulating on his chest, and said with a chuckle, "Bundred red silk, I watched you grow up. I know what your personality is. I think you are also fighting for your younger brother today. Otherwise, you won’t be bothered by others, and now you are almost out of anger. Take your younger brother Go early and stroll around the scenery of this inner gate."
Although she was still a little unhappy and faint, but the elder Piaowu had spoken, and bound Hongling would not refute her face, nodded quietly, and came to Zhao Jiuge's side and took Zhao Jiuge's hand. Ready to leave.
Zhao Jiuge only felt a burst of fragrance coming, and he was taken onto the ‘Feng Xiao’ that tied Hong Ling, and stood with his sword.
"Little Junior Brother, the anger is gone. The result is still satisfactory." Bound Hong Ling affectionately took Zhao Jiuge's hand and asked softly.
The gentle young man below looked at Zhao Jiuge enviously, and how many disciples looked at Zhao Jiuge enviously, not for his status as a disciple, but to have a sister who loved her so much.
"It's gone, sister, let's go early, I want to see the Jiange list." Zhao Jiuge said quietly, being watched by so many people, Zhao Jiuge was a little uncomfortable.
"Okay." Bian Hongling nodded softly, then thoughtfully, she turned her head and glanced at the crowd below, and said with spiritual power and a touch of murderous aura, "Who will bully my junior brother in the future, I bound Hong Ling to make him look good, and I do what I say."
Then after Bound Hong Ling and Elder Piaowu said hello, Yu Jian walked away, leaving behind a flash of inspiration and a group of people with dull expressions.