My Debauched Devotion Chapter 65: Toothpicks stir the water tank [Thank you for the guardian of the autumn and winter! 】
The thick clouds on the top of the mountain dissipated, the clear fog shook away, and turned into a violent wind, washing the sky away.
A fluttering like a fairy, a sword-like grace, hanging in front of the black boat.
Drinking is bad.
Swearing is not right.
But, this is the majestic beauty of Zongzhishan's sword bearer!
The disciples under the mountain, the coach, and the elders on the mountainside, breathed a long sigh of relief and finally found face.
Even the gloomy and heavy old face of Huangfuqun across from him stretched out a bit.
After Ling Zhouyue entered the clan, such scenes were not common.
He realized that five hundred years ago, Ling Zhouyue might not have been a meticulous work of Dao Meng An’s intervening sect, but might really have a passion for the sect.
I can think about it again. It is also a fact that this woman cheated money to buy wine in Jingku, and spread the secrets of the door in various imperial capitals, Eastern Floating City and even Chaos City...
Is she just a free and neutral party?
Does such a person really exist in the Age of Domination?
Or does she hide more secrets?
Huangfuqun was puzzled.
Under the mountain, on the welcome stage.
The two veteran coaches who presided over the Swordsmanship Conference also followed him with a sigh of relief, straightened their waists, and gave up their plans to go to the top of the mountain to welcome guests.
Across the scattered clouds, Xiao Ran raised his head to look at Master's graceful, sword-like figure. He didn't expect that in the end, Master would shoulder the burden of the active atmosphere of Spring Frog and Qiucicada.
He thought to himself, Master is a naive return, but at a critical moment, he still has strength and domineering.
Beside.
Chu Yan's eyes were filled with stars, with shining waves of worship, and his left hand held Xiao Ran's arm excitedly, his fingertips pierced his Qingyi and plunged into the flesh.
Slap!
Xiao Ran slapped her back on the forehead.
No pain, but refreshing.
What makes you cool is someone else, don't leave a medal on Lao Tzu!
"Ah, sorry."
Chu Yan hurriedly let go of her hand, and turned to pinch her right arm with her left hand.
In Xiao Ran's view, this is a manifestation of incontinence, which he has seen in some small fresh meat pick-up groups in previous lives.
In the air.
The violent scattered clouds raised by the tide shot the black boat out ten feet straight, washing the sails, and swaying the boat, creating a sense of turbulent wind and rain.
Black Rock and the old ruling made the soles of their feet float and swayed, and forced their capacity to barely stabilize.
Li Wuxie drooped his eyelids, motionless, and even took out a cup of black sand pot from his arms.
When he sees a woman, he will take out the black sand pot, otherwise his back hurts.
The old thing is sick.
Instinctively uncovered the cover and looked at it, the wolfberry is missing, and I can't help frowning. There is a kind of wish that the sword ceremony will end soon, so that I can add some emptiness of wolfberry.
Only then did he raise his eyes to look at Ling Zhouyue, good fellow, outrageous!
He didn't dare to take a closer look, he only glanced briefly, and then said for a long time:
"Ling Zhouyue, you have become stronger."
There is a feeling that Ling Zhouyue is stamped and authenticated by the predecessor of the academy in his speech. No matter how vacant he is, he must maintain the dignity of the Dao League when he speaks.
Ling Zhouyue shook her head and sipped her wine.
"You are weak."
She didn't know anything about Li Wuxie's fortunes, but she was even sighed at the fact that a generation of talents in the academy fell to this point.
Being overwhelmed by Bo Yunzi, Li Wuxie was unhappy and struck him out with a sword.
Being called weak by Ling Zhouyue, Li Wuxie was unable to refute, so she secretly sipped a large sip of Chinese wolfberry, quickly chewed and dipped it into her waist, only then felt a little stiff.
"In extraordinary times, there is no need to talk about gossip. Let's start taking the sword."
Ling Zhouyue curled her lips and pinched her waist proudly, showing the figure of a devil.
"What's the hurry, don't you see my apprentice first?"
Li Wuxie drooped his eyes. As a swordsman, since he was parachuting on the top of the mountain, how could he go to see the subject in advance of his own identity?
What's more, this sword bearer is still a killer of the Dao League Falcon!
"As a swordsman, the only possibility of not seeing the sword bearer is that the sword bearer fails to step on the sword mound and misses the ancient sword."
As expected of you, just hold on.
Ling Zhouyue smiled.
"Don't get me wrong, I want you to see him, just want you to prepare in advance so that you won't be surprised if you wait and your body can't stand it."
Li Wuxie drooped the panda's eyes and said indifferently:
"What the master can't do, how can new disciples do it?"
Ling Zhouyue smiled without saying a word, looked up to drink, then flung his sleeves and left, returning to the elder's seat on the mountainside, ready to watch the show.
……
The Chengjian Conference began immediately.
The two Yuan Ying coaches each took out a round black sword stone to test the physical and mental state of the sword bearer, whether it is suitable for holding the sword, and whether it is dangerous.
Xiao Ran and Chu Yan successively pressed their handprints on the ink sword stone.
The status of the grindstone is displayed.
Chu Yan's handprints are reddish in color and smooth in texture, indicating that she is in a perfect peak state in both physical and mental states, and even has a sense of excitement, which is very suitable for Cheng Jian.
Xiao Ran thought to himself, you have left me with a medal, can you still be excited?
However, Xiao Ran's handprints are dull in color, tangled in texture, and depressed, indicating that his physical or psychological conditions are very bad, and he is completely unsuitable for participating in the Sword Inheritance Conference.
There is no other way, because it costs money to open it.
Uncle uncle gave him a blood explosion pill, and it may also kill him.
The master opened a small hanger for him, and also hollowed out his body.
At this moment, seeing the embarrassing expressions of the two coaches, Xiao Ran squeezed a clear smile.
"It's okay, I have an apprentice to lead the way."
"..."
Chuo Yan was speechless.
I actually said what I was saying!
Not even sane!
Are you so tired last night?
Or is the master too moist?
What Xiao Ran said, the two coaches couldn't refute, and the elders didn't seem to have any opinions, so they could only start the ceremony.
Immediately, the two began to introduce the guests and read the Dao League oath.
Xiao Ran sounds similar to the oath of the night watchman, killing the underworld, protecting the alliance, etc...
It sounds very passionate, but he has too much thought in his heart, and he can't get it.
Finally, the two announced--
The Sword Conference, start!
After that, Xiao Ran and Chu Yan walked into the misty Jianzhong Mountain one after another.
There are quite a few strong men who have broken their wrists.
Into the clouds and mist, to the foot of the mountain.
The two raised their heads and looked up, and they saw an endless vertical cliff in front of them, extending to the depths of the clouds.
This is the first pass of the road to the sword——
The cliff layer.
Steep, cold, and smooth.
Occasionally, there are a few scattered stone depressions, caves, and withered grass, but they are also very sparse.
In addition, there are some faintly looming blue light on the cliffs that can isolate spiritual power.
Chu Yan's little face was startled, and he carefully confirmed that it was absolutely prohibited!
This means that you can't use spiritual power when climbing walls...
How do you climb?
Chuo Yan was dumbfounded.
"Why no one told me that I can't use spiritual power?"
Xiao Ran was also puzzled and could only guess:
"Everyone should have a confidentiality agreement."
Chu Yan suddenly felt on the thief ship, Xiao Ran must have lied to her as a stepping stone.
"Is it too late for me to log out now?"
"As you say, going up the mountain is like going to bed, do you think you ran halfway?"
Chu Yan was taken aback, as if it was what I said, and it didn't seem to be...
"This is the first level. I don't need to use spiritual power to climb the cliff. Sure enough, I'm just a direct disciple, not qualified to inherit the sword."
Slap!
Xiao Ran slapped his small forehead.
No pain, but refreshing.
"Where did your momentum go?"
Chu Yan was depressed with her pure round face.
"I am too weak, not even as good as you..."
Xiao Ranqiang cheered up and explained:
"Isolation prohibition does not mean that you cannot use spiritual power. One can break the prohibition, and second, you can force the use of spiritual power against the prohibition."
Chu Yan's head swayed, like a rattle.
"It requires stronger spiritual power to break the prohibition. Even my golden core cultivation is difficult. What's more, you only have to refining qi? Proceeding with the prohibition probably requires an immortal body. You are a man who kneads his master to such a degree Can you climb the mountain under the prohibition?"
Xiao Ran refused.
"Then let's compare~IndoMTL.com~Whoever passes the first level first, the other party will give him spiritual power, beat his back and rub his shoulders to restore the lost spiritual power, how?"
Chuo Yan pouted.
"Give me your spiritual power, don't the toothpicks stir the water tank?"
"..."
Xiao Ran coughed twice, channeling himself:
"I have enough spirit stones."
Chu Yan was right in his mind, money can make weak chickens become fierce.
Thinking about this, without saying more, he drew out a rapier and used the sewing needle sword technique to try to break the ban on the cliff.
Xiao Ran climbed up with his bare hands.
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The child caught a cold in the morning. It took some time to take it to the hospital. Let’s just keep this chapter. There may be another chapter in the evening.
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