The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

Lin Shu is pondering.

What about Ling Fengxiao?

Does Ling Fengxiao want to support herself?

He couldn't think out.

Even after living for nearly two decades, his experience of dealing with others is almost zero, let alone to speculate on the thoughts of people like Ling Fengxiao.

So he changed his thinking.

Ling Fengxiao wants to support me, what should I do?

Ling Fengxiao didn't want to support me, what should I do?

--not so good.

If Ling Fengxiao really wants to raise "that what", he seems to have no effective way to refuse.

If Ling Fengxiao does not want to, he will not approach the rich woman on his own initiative.

In summary, he doesn't have to do anything, he can't do anything.

Life is still peaceful, there is nothing to worry about.

Lin Shu felt a lot easier.

He held the jade charm that connected to Shangling's dream, thinking about the fascinating descriptions of the magical mountains in the classics, and his heart was a little complicated.

It was complicated for a quarter of an hour, and then I thought about the sword I wanted, the cultivation I wanted, and finally my heart sank and I went into a dream.

In the best interests, it is not very important for a man or a woman to have a skin, let alone, no one will associate him in the performance martial arts with Lin Shu in reality.

He entered the path, the scene changed, and he came to the dock again.

It was still white veil, and the whole person was floating.

The last time I didn't study it carefully because of the accident, this time he stood in front of the Zhenwu list and took it seriously.

The list is the name of countless people. When the attention is focused on a certain person, the entire boulder will capture the will of the viewer, change, and the detailed information of that person will emerge.

Lin Shu glanced across the list, randomly selected someone's name, and focused his attention.

The rest of the writing on the stone wall really disappeared gradually, and a few more lines appeared.

Autumn afterglow.

Two-foot sword, fast attack.

One hundred and seventy-four wins, one hundred and one losses, sixteen draws, two hundred and forty-seventh place.

The handwriting is shiny gold, which means that the person is now in the martial arts field. If the handwriting is dim, it means that the person is not in the martial arts field. In this case, if he is called for an appointment, the relevant information will appear in this person Holding jade charm.

At this time, the handwriting about this autumnal dust was bright golden.

The disciples can stay up to ten years in the palace. The number of students each year is about 1,000, of which the number of Sendo-in temples is about half. In the midstream.

Lin Shu exited the Taoist information interface and pressed his finger on his name.

The area where the finger touched the stone wall was slightly heated, and the situation on the stone wall changed again and became blank.

Lin Shu paused with his fingers, and then wrote two words on it.

Folding bamboo.

-Ready-made names, no more thinking about it.

A layer of ripples on the stone wall returned to normal.

A line of red text appeared on the opposite stone wall: "Break the bamboo, please fight the autumn dust."

——The rest of the handwriting is gold, but the information related to themselves will be marked with vermilion, and the other person ’s thoughts will be affected.

Lin Shu tried to know if he could get the admission qualification for Magic Mountain.

This qualification is undoubtedly very precious. Of the 5,000 people, only the first 30 can get it, and he was considered a successful person in his last life, but after all, I don't know what level he is in this world.

Therefore, he decided to choose one of them to challenge.

If you win, there are 2,400 people, then choose 1,200 people to challenge, win again, and go to the 600th.

According to modern science, this method can determine which range of strength is within the shortest time.

Although he hates modern physics, he still needs to use scientific knowledge.

Lin Shu looked at the stone wall.

After a while, a few words appeared on it: "Qiu Yuchen fights against bamboo."

A moment later, another message came out: "Autumn leaves in the ground and the eleven dais are waiting for enlightenment from friends in the bamboo path."

The rules of the performance martial arts court, the challenger initiates the challenge, the challenged person chooses the venue, less than a thousand, if it wins, it will be ranked before the challenged, and the loser will not change.

Ranking rules within a thousand are a bit complicated-for example, if a person wants to be ranked in the 100th place, then he must defeat the original 100th, 101th, and 102nd places. , You can rule out most of the accidental factors and confirm that the person's strength can be ranked one hundred.

Lin Shu looked at the high and low platforms on the water, and confirmed the approximate location of the ground word eleven according to the distribution law.

On the eleventh floor of the ground, a young blue swordsman stood aside, wearing a two-foot sword around his waist.

From the choice of weapons, we can roughly see the martial arts style of this person. The two-foot sword is slightly shorter than the three-foot sword used by Lin Shu. It is not a common weapon, and is generally only used for close combat.

Seeing him, Qiu Yuchen said, "Taoyou."

Lin Shu also looked back at him like this: "Taoyou."

Qiu Yuchen said: "Dao You come for the first time?"

Lin Shu: "Yes."

He can see Qiu Yuchen's record, and Qiu Yuchen can naturally see him too.

"It was Shimei." Qiu Yuchen said.

Lin Shu: "Hello Brother."

When the jar was broken, the younger sister was the younger sister. When Mr. Meng came back, the skin was removed, and no one knew that he was folding bamboo.

"Sister Mei, please enlighten me!" Qiu Yuchen drew his sword, defensively.

Lin Shudao: "Brother comes first."

"Sister Mei wants me?" Qiu Yuchen smiled, but then resumed a serious look, "Sister Mei, be careful."

He drew his sword suddenly, his sword skills were fast, fast and complicated.

Good sword!

It's as fast as lightning, just as the wind blows from the ground, and it's like spring flowers, just like the wind blows away the drizzle. Obviously it is only a two-foot sword, but the sky seems to be full of the phantom of this sword.

In the dense sword shadow, the most deadly and merciless one is hidden.

Lin Shu pulled his sword out of the sheath.

"Dang" rang, and his sword was hit with Qiu Yuchen's real sword covered by phantom, and the sword buzzed for a long time.

Qiu Yuchen said, "Good sword!" He stumbled to avoid Lin Shu's sword tricks, and reissued the sword. Within a few short breaths, the two had already dismantled dozens of tricks.

His sword, fast.

Lin Shu's sword is slow and slow, neither slow nor slow.

Qiu Yuchen's swords are extremely complicated, but Lin Shu's swords do not have such a powerful sword move, but simply pick and stab.

He looked for the most effective of these sword moves, and then blocked it. The slower was the process, and the faster was the sword movement.

——It's really comfortable that there is no hindrance to that shell.

Qiu Yuchen's sword is good, but it has a fatal flaw.

This fast, so changeable sword moves, the consumption is also huge, not obvious within a hundred moves, after a thousand moves, gradually show a downward trend.

After a flaw, Lin Shu finally turned to attack, only the sword that Pingping handed out, but cut off all the retreats of Qiu Chenchen, pointing directly to his heart.

Qiu Yuchen retracted his sword and stepped back: "My sister's martial arts are far ahead, Qiu's worship."

Lin Shu collected the sword and scabbard: "Thank you."

His breathing was quicker, and his physical and mental energy was consumed.

However, in general, it is still very easy.

He can also feel that his realm is much more than Qiu Yuchen. What he lacks is the experience of the enemy, and he does not use the slightest cultivation. He only uses a little spiritual power to use the sword to attack the enemy. Otherwise, this consultation Can end soon.

In addition to Master ’s sword, I have never played against anyone in my last life. It can be said that it was built behind closed doors. Whether it is appropriate to go out remains to be discussed.

He decided to spend an hour in Yanwu Stadium every day.

At the end of the battle, he was looking for other opponents, but heard a noise at the dock.

The eyes of the Xiuxian people are very far away, so although they are far apart, they can still clearly see the words on the stone wall.

The latest news is: "Cang Chen calls Xiao Shao."

Qiu Yuchen said, "Cang Chen is challenging Xiao Shao again."

The names of these two people, Lin Shu had seen on the Zhenwu list, Cangyu was the second, Xiao Shao was the top.

He was not interested in others at first, but now he is very interested in martial arts, so he asked: "What?"

Qiu Yuchen said: "The first time you come, naturally you don't know, Cangyu is the famous Wuchi of Xiandaoyuan."

He paused and said, "But Xiao Shao ..."

Pausing again, it seems to be organizing the language and organizing for a long time before finally saying: "It is a long story, Xiao Shao has never challenged others, and only others have challenged him, but no one can win. The short of this person appears In just one month, the people who had been challenged were sent to the first place, and they have never fallen down since. "

At this point, Qiu Yuchen took a deep breath and said, "To this day, Xiao Shao's record is zero, and the rest have long dared not to take part in the battle. Only Cang Yun will ask him for advice after a few days. Sister Zhanzhu, I You're going to watch their match, are you going? "

Lin Shu: "Okay."

Shibi continued to brush the news: "Xiao Shao fought against Cangyu."

The meeting place for the two was very easy to find, because everyone was moving in that direction.

The Tianzi No. 1 platform is very large, more than enough to accommodate hundreds of audiences.

"This is Cangyu." Qiu Yuchen said.

There was only a tall man in a gray coat on the stage, holding an epee, handsome and handsome, his eyes burning.

Half a moment later, a person floated in midair and stood opposite Cangyu.

It can be speculated that this man must be Xiao Shao.

This man was wearing a gorgeous black robe, with a high temperament and aloof temperament, and a slender figure. He held a snow jade flute in his right hand. The flute was beautiful and his hand was pretty.

Canglu said: "Taoyou."

Xiao Shao nodded slightly.

This person, most of the people in the martial arts show changed their looks. Others couldn't recognize it, and they even wore a silver mask to cover the entire face. The extent of their actions was such that they could be strict with the summer. Ling Fengxiao is comparable.

Alas, Ling Fengxiao.

It was probably that Ling Fengxiao left a deep impression on him. Later, he heard a lot of praises for Ling Fengxiao ’s martial arts at the Yue brothers and sisters, and even Mr. Meng. He originally thought that in a place such as Wuyuan, the young lady should Is at the top of the list. Even when I saw the name Xiao Shao for the first time, I wondered if it would be the pseudonym of Ling Fengxiao. After all, there is a word overlap.

However, Xiao Shao is a man, and his weapon is not a knife. Obviously, it has nothing to do with Ling Fengxiao.

Lin Shu was a bit lost.

Even Xiao Shao was not pleasing to the eye.

Weapons are not flashy, don't show people their true faces, hide their heads, hide their secrets, they must not be good.

The author has something to say: Xiao Shao: OK.