Senior Brother is Number One In the World

Gu Subai didn't know when she appeared behind him, and her tone couldn't hear any emotions, "Brother, it's better to worry about your own injuries than worrying about others."

"Junior Brother doesn't like Fellow Daoist Ye?" Shui Han walked off the field with her, his smiling eyes seemed to know what she was thinking.

Gu Subai looked at him with deep meaning, this Shui Han really has a delicate heart, she can see her emotions even with her expressionless face.

"It's not that they don't like each other, it's just that... they don't like each other," she said lightly, but Shui Han was amused by her words.

"Brother Gu is really upright."

Gu Su Baidi gave him a small porcelain bottle, looked straight ahead and said, "Brother Shui Han, it's better not to play that piece lightly in the future."

That song...is an ancient divine comedy. When she heard it, the name of this song automatically appeared in her mind. She didn't know how Shui Han knew about it, but this song is not something he can play yet. He also only played one-tenth of the power of this piece.

When Shui Han heard that she knew the song, he was stunned for a moment and then smiled, "Yes, it was my fault. I didn't expect this song to be so powerful that I couldn't control it."

He didn't ask how she knew about this song, but just brought up the topic with a smile, and Gu Subai's impression of her was so well cultivated.

It's not bad to say that he is a nice guy, he won't ask questions, he won't say anything that embarrasses you, and he won't lose his temper, anyway, Gu Subai has never seen Shui Han change his face since he knew him.

After sending him down for training, the second match has already started on the field.

Gu Subai was slightly interested in Jiang Yitan's relationship with Lan Junci, she couldn't figure out Jiang Yitan's strength, now let's see if this competition with Lan Junci can show him a little bit.

When Lan Junci was standing on the court pointing his sword at Jiang Yitan, Gu Subai turned his head away in disinterest. Jiang Yitan was sure to win this match, and won without any pressure.

Among the monks, Lan Junci had few rivals, her cultivation base was solid, her aura was solid, and the Fuyao sect always had some abilities as a big sect, Lan Junci, who was carefully cultivated, would not be bad.

But against Jiang Yitan who even feared her, she...is doomed.

Jiang Yitan looked at the big beauty in front of him, and sighed slightly regretfully, "Beauty, I advise you to admit defeat, I don't hit women"

This is what Lan Junci doesn't like to hear the most. It is true that female cultivators are more difficult than male cultivators. In some respects, female cultivators are not as firm as male cultivators, and they are also hesitant. This has led to the scarcity of powerful female cultivators in the cultivation world.

Lan Junci's annoyance flashed by, and she had heard many such words since she practiced, "Jiang Daoyou, it's better to respect the opponent."

Jiang Yitan raised his eyebrows, his amorous glazed eyes contained an infinite smile, and his already perfect facial features were even more amazing.

Numerous female cultivators on the field suddenly shouted up and down. For example, Gu Subai was taken aback by the loud voice of the female cultivator next to him, as if he didn't know what happened.

"Master Jiang is so handsome!"

"This naughty smile is simply too charming"

"As expected of the number one handsome man in the cultivation world, he deserves his reputation."

"The most beautiful woman and the most beautiful man in the cultivation world, this match is so interesting"

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Gu Subai was stunned when he heard this, what kind of weird list did the cultivation world come up with?

Gu Subai glanced at the female cultivator next to her. The people in the cultivation world are not only strange but also fickle. They said that she was the most handsome and have always been close to her. The next second they called other men their favorite, fickle Human~

Jiang Yitan put the sword back into its sheath, and smiled rebelliously at Lan Junci, "Hurry up, I still have things to do."

Lan Junci's impression of Jiang Yitan was so low that she looked down on female cultivators and didn't pay much attention to this competition.

Jiang Yitan didn't mean to look down on her, but he was instilled in the idea that the strong are respected since he was a child. Only when you are strong can you have the right to control your own life and death, have the right to despise others, and only then can you be treated like this. Hit back when someone humiliates you.

It is obvious that Lan Junci has no such qualifications. He doesn't want to waste time discussing the topic of respect or not with her. The truth is that the strong are respected. People who can't even control their own lives are not qualified to talk to him about respect. topic.

Jiang Yitan fought with Lan Junci empty-handed without leaving his sheath. Lan Junci condensed her spiritual energy and blasted at the young man in red, but he avoided them nimbly, not even touching a corner of his clothes.

Jiang Yitan fought her close to her body, relying on his physical skills without even using his spiritual power.

Lan Junci's softness is better than Jiang Yitan imagined, no matter how tricky his attack is, she can dodge it, and sometimes she looks at him in a posture that ordinary people can't achieve, making Jiang Yitan's back hurt, this really won't break ?

"I said don't underestimate me." Lan Junci avoided his sweeping legs in an incredible posture, and said to him with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, beauty, then I will be serious next time." Jiang Yitan's playful smile made Lan Junci angry.

Jiang Yitan circulated the aura, and the five auras of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth came together, water arrows, earth pillars, and then golden knives, fireballs, and rattan. They were all small spells, but he almost cast them instantly, one after another. , making the other party overwhelmed.

And it didn't consume much of his spirit energy at all, whenever Lan Junci wanted to pinch and cast a spell, he would be interrupted by him.

The vigorous posture, slender figure, and smooth movements have captured a group of female nuns.

Even Gu Subai couldn't praise him, but Jiang Yitan was really top-notch, with fast and ruthless skills, if Jiang Yitan didn't let go, he would have won the match quickly with just his skills.

He probably used the aura because he wanted to save some face for the other party. After all, if he didn't use any aura to defeat someone, the other party would be ashamed.

Pink lotus flowers suddenly appeared around Lan Junci, and the girl in a pink skirt flicked and moved among the flowers, which was so beautiful that the beauty and the flowers were really a visual feast.

No matter how fast Jiang Yitan was, every time he got within one meter of Lan Junci, he would be forced back and attacked by the lotus.

Jiang Yitan looked at the scar on his palm, slightly raised the corners of his crimson lips, although it was a bit gaudy, it was still pretty good.

Jiang Yitan suddenly attacked at a faster speed, and Lan Junci was dazzled, and then the lotus flowers around her were scattered one by one.

The lotus suddenly split into petals and was condensed into a stream of petals by Lan Junci to attack Jiang Yitan. The petals looked soft and sharp but not inferior to the spirit sword.

This level was not enough to hurt Jiang Yitan. He clasped his five fingers, the aura around him shrank, and he opened his hand again, and thin golden needles appeared out of thin air. There were as many needles as there were petals.

Countless petals were pierced by gold needles, and the process took only a second. Lan Junci couldn't believe it, this man's control over aura was simply too terrifying.

After giving the other party about half a cup of tea, Jiang Yitan disappeared in a flash, and Lan Junci looked around in surprise.

"You lost." A voice as clear as a mountain stream dongdong spring sounded behind his ears, and his neck was pressed against a cold object.

Lan Junci froze and maintained the movement of drawing the sword, lowered her head slightly, and a black scabbard lay across her neck.

"Well, I lost." Lan Junci lowered her head decadently, not saying a word.

The sockets of her eyes were sore, she wanted to rub them but she was afraid of tears that she was desperately suppressing. She was sorry for Master's teaching, failed to win honor for the sect, and could not last for an hour.