Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

Chen Ming stood on the ring and pointed his sword at the woman in front.

In front of this woman, she has a pair of red and phoenix eyes, her skin is like snow, and her head is slanted with a jade dragon and phoenix hairpin. The head full of beads shines dazzlingly in the sun, her bright red lips are slightly raised, and she is wearing a light blue smoky veil skirt. .

With a trace of immortality, she stood nowhere without a sword, so Chen Ming couldn't understand what she wanted to do.

"I said, Big Sister, can you fight or not? Everyone else has already started fighting. You will draw your sword by then!"

Chen Ming had been pointing for a long time, and the woman in front of him had no intention of making a move.

"Who is Big Sister? My name is Wenren Chuchu." Wenren Chuchu reported his name. In fact, the referee had said the names of the two since the moment he took the stage.

It's just that Chen Ming didn't take it to heart. Although the Wenren Chuchu in front of him is very beautiful and has an overwhelming appearance, he still has to do it.

Chen Ming is not an old straight man, but he is not a person who thinks with his lower body either. He is bound to win the first place in this sword test, otherwise he won't be able to explain it when he goes back.

"Oh, that poor girl Chuchu, please draw your sword!" Chen Ming said indifferently.

He was really not in the mood to chat, he just wanted to end the battle quickly.

Wenren Chuchu heard Chen Ming's address to her, stomped angrily, pointed at Chen Ming and said:

"Hey, I'm not poor Chu Chu, I'm Wenren Chuchu! It's rude, just like your Master."

When Chen Ming heard this, his face suddenly changed, his two-fingered sword, Flying Sword turned into a stream of light in the air, carrying a strong murderous intent and Sword Qi, locked Wenren Chuchu.

Wenren Chuchu felt the strong murderous intent, and his heart trembled. She felt that even if she was the 7th Foundation Building, she might not be able to take the sword of Chen Ming.

With Chen Ming's heart moving, Flying Sword stabs away quickly.

"Wait, wait, I didn't mean to say your master, I know your master." Wen Ren Chuchu hurriedly said.

Flying Sword stopped, only one centimeter away from Wenren Chuchu's eyebrows. Wenren Chuchu felt the chill radiating from Flying Sword, and couldn't help feeling a little palpitating.

"Do you know my master?" Chen Ming asked.

Wenren let out a deep breath and was almost hurt by Chen Ming.

"Your master is Aoyama Daoist, right?"

Chen Ming nodded, "Yes."

"My master and your master know each other, so Cang Xuan, I will win this sword test," Wenren Chuchu said.

"So you mean to let me release the water?" Chen Ming asked leisurely.

"No need!" Wenren Chuchu finished speaking, and with a palm of his hand, a long sword with Spirit Power appeared in his hand.

Chen Ming retracted his long sword and held it in his hand, Wen Ren Chu Chu took advantage of the situation and stepped on his toes lightly, swooped over, and stabbed out with a sword.

Chen Ming retracted his long sword to block Wen Ren Chuchu's offensive, and backed up a few steps.

Her offensive is very aggressive, and if she is careless, she will be injured by Sword Qi.

"The sword breaks the mountains and rivers!" Chen Ming chuckled softly and cut down with a sword.

Wenren Chuchu did not resist, she knew the horror of this sword. The first few people were defeated by Chen Ming because they underestimated the enemy's resistance.

When Wenren Chuchu hid, Chen Ming turned back with a sword and picked it down, picking down Wenren Chuchu's hairpin.

"Are you serious?" Wenren Chuchu was frightened. She felt danger with the sword just now. If Fei dodged him in time, it was not the hairpin who picked it off.

"Do I still learn from you slowly? Big Sister, this is a competition!"

Chen Ming said helplessly, this is a competition, not an ordinary competition, if you are a little careless, you will lose yourself.

Moreover, the Azure Dragon Continent competition also stipulates that life and death are conceited. In other words, if he kills Wenren Chuchu now, the Holy Mansion will not take care of it.

Wenren Chuchu couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied. She didn't think about using all her strength. After all, her master and Qingshan Daoist knew each other.

Thinking about the relationship between the masters and not wanting Chen Ming to fail too miserably, as a result, every move of Chen Ming was very deadly.

"If that's the case, don't blame me." Wenren Chuchu finished speaking, and raised the spirit sword, brewing a killer move.

"Sorry, you have already lost." Chen Ming said lightly.

"What?" Wenren Chuchu was stunned. When she looked down, she was no longer in the ring.

The ring was three inches above the ground. She accidentally walked out of the ring because she had avoided Chen Ming's pick just now. Now she realized that she had lost.

The ring is not big, it's only about twenty feet in length.

"The first round of the first round, the first ring, Cang Xuan wins!"

The referee announced that Wenren was speechless, turned into a rainbow light and flew away, returning to his room to become sulking.

"I'm so angry that I'm so angry!"

"There are just as many students as there are masters!"

She originally had a good first impression of Chen Ming. When he learned that Chen Ming belonged to the Green Mountain Sect during the Azure Dragon Island competition, he was silently watching Chen Ming's competition.

She often heard her master mention Qingshan Daoist, so she kept an eye on Qingshan Daoist's apprentice.

I thought I could easily defeat Chen Ming when I was facing Chen Ming, but unexpectedly I accidentally fell into the ring.

"Miss, don't be angry, do you want me to scrap that kid?" In the room, an old woman walked out, wrinkled, but exuding terrifying Spirit Power fluctuations.

"No." Wenren Chuchu refused immediately.

"It's a pity that kid didn't understand Miss's mind. In this year's competition, the water was too deep." The old woman sighed.

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