The fairy is fierce

When monks compete, the winner can be determined in more than ten breaths, and the competition in the water curtain ends quickly. ♜ ♦ ♗♦

The old man who gave the explanation, after reviewing the competition just now, began to talk about his recent experiences:

"...The Nine Sects Alliance, which is held every ten years, is approaching. Good young talents who used to be hidden in the past have appeared in large numbers recently. The Nine Sects' Qingkui is famous and everyone must be familiar with it. I won't go into details and will just talk about it. Let’s talk about the more mysterious ones. The first one to mention is ‘Shangguan Jiulong’ which just appeared two months ago...”

The monks in the hall were very interested in the rumors about these geniuses, and they were whispering and discussing.

Cheng Jiujiang folded his arms and stood beside Zuo Lingquan. He was afraid that Zuo Lingquan wouldn't understand, so he even explained the meaning of words like Qingkui Young Dragon List.

"If Shangguan Jiulong can become the Qinggui of the Tiedong Mansion, his talent and cultivation will definitely be unparalleled, and he may be even better than his fellow disciple Shangguan Ba..."

"...In addition to the most famous Shangguan Jiulong and Jiuzong Qingkui, there are also some proud men. Recently, four people have appeared in a row, and their origins are mysterious. Three of the four are from Barren Mountain. Jingtai is also known as the "Three Heroes of Central Continent". Do you know who these three heroes of Central Continent are? "

It was the first time Zuo Lingquan heard this statement. When he saw the storyteller pretending to be ignorant, he asked:

"Is there this No. 3 figure in Jingtai Terrace?"

Cheng Jiujiang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression solemn:

"There must be many crouching tigers and hidden dragons among the sects on the Jing Terrace. There must be a lot of pride among them. I...I don't know either."

"..."

Zuo Lingquan had nothing to say.

The monks in the hall were obviously better informed than Zuo Lingquan and others. When the old man asked a question, a disciple from the sect immediately answered:

"These 'Three Heroes of Central Continent' seem to be three new geniuses who have emerged from Jingtian Terrace. They call themselves 'Wolong, Chufeng and Xiao Qilin'. It is said that they all came from the Sword Imperial City of Central Continent and have amazing fighting power. Among them, 'Little' Qilin's name is Qi Jia. He is the young master of a noble family in Central Continent. He is only twenty-seven years old and is half-stepping into Youhuang. The reason why he did not join Youhuang is because he has not yet found a good sword."

The monks in the hall were in an uproar when they heard this:

"Twenty-seven years old and half-step Youhuang?"

"Sounds like a swordsman?"

…

Zuo Lingquan was also shocked. He didn't expect the genius of the Nine Sects to be so exaggerated.

Cheng Jiujiang didn't believe it and asked:

"Judging from the titles, Little Qilin is still ranked last. Could it be that the first two are more powerful?"

This atmosphere is what the storyteller wants. He gently shakes the folding fan and looks at Cheng Jiujiang:

"This fellow Taoist is right. Since they are 'crouching dragons, chicks, phoenixes, and little unicorns', the two in front are naturally more powerful than the little unicorns. It's a pity that those two are dragons that have seen the beginning but not the end, and no one knows the specific situation. , only from the few words revealed by the 'Little Qilin' Qi Jia, we know that the Little Qilin and the young phoenix are different from the clouds and mud; and the young phoenix and Wolong are also different from the clouds and the mud."

"hiss"

Many monks in the hall were in disbelief. They looked up at the sky, as if they were wondering what realm it was.

Zuo Lingquan also had a solemn expression and whispered:

"There is a gap of two clouds and mud in half a step of Youhuang. Could this 'Central Continent Crouching Dragon' be a half-step of forgetfulness?"

Cheng Jiujiang thought for a moment and shook his head slightly:

"It shouldn't be that high, but it should be half a jade step. The proud men of the Nine Sects are really beyond the reach of others."

…

There were a lot of discussions in the hall, some of them impatient. Seeing that the storyteller didn't continue, they couldn't help but ask:

"Then who is the last genius? Is he more powerful than the three heroes of Central Continent?"

The storyteller laughed when he heard this:

"This fellow Taoist is a little anxious. Is this the last one? He is amazing. He is the only one among them all who has actual combat records, and it happened just a few days ago near Shuanlong Port."? !

Zuo Lingquan's expression froze and he secretly thought something was wrong.

Cheng Jiujiang also twitched his eyes.

Many of the monks in the hall had boarded the ship from Shuanlong Port, so they naturally understood who it was and responded with all kinds of replies:

"Is it the 'Nanhuang Swordsman' Jian Wuyi?!"

"It must be true. That swordsman was really cruel. He killed the red-haired old fairy and his son, and threw their heads at the door of the sword pavilion..."

"It's not the Zhang family's own fault..."

…

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were strange. After recalling for a long time, he didn't remember that he had reported the name of 'Southern Wilderness Swordsman'. Who gave this name randomly?

Cheng Jiujiang raised his eyebrows and whispered:

"This mixed account is quite domineering."

"Shh..."

Everyone in the hall was talking a lot. The storyteller waited for a moment, then raised his fan to suppress the noise and said with a smile:

"What happened in Qingyun City is indeed that after the Zhang family presented the sword, they killed people and took the sword first. There is no one to blame for having their heads shown to the public. This sword was unintentional and it just appeared. I, the ferries of Yanyue Lin, are all over the jurisdiction of the nine sects. I am sure that before There is no such person; he must be a newly minted genius, maybe on this ship.”

Many monks in the hall were looking around.

Zuo Lingquan and Cheng Jiujiang also looked around blankly, looking for traces of 'Jian Wuwu' to avoid being suspected.

After searching for a long time, no one showed up to claim this reputation. A few monks asked:

"Among the five people you mentioned, Xiaofeng and Xiao Qilin are not as powerful as Wolong. Then, compared with the three of Zhongzhou Wolong, Shangguan Jiulong, and Nanhuang Jianzi, who is more powerful?"

The storyteller shook his head and smiled: "Shangguan Jiulong is the top Qingkui of Tiedui Mansion, Zhongzhou Wolong is learning at Jinglu Terrace, Nanhuang Jianzi appeared near Qingdu River, maybe he is the top Qingkui of Yunshui Jiantan who has not yet appeared. It happens that there is one from each family, so it is hard to say who is more powerful. Since they all showed up recently, it must be to make a name for themselves in advance for the Nine Sects Alliance. When the Nine Sects Alliance begins, you will naturally know who is stronger among the three."

"Will all three be there at that time?"

"Zhongzhou Wolong will definitely come, I don't know about the other two..."

"Really..."

...

Zuo Lingquan couldn't listen any more, and didn't dare to stay in this place of right and wrong for long. He silently disappeared into the crowd and wanted to leave with Cheng Jiujiang.

However, Zuo Lingquan had just taken a few steps when he suddenly looked at his empty shoulder.

Where is Sister Tang's big white dumpling?

Zuo Lingquan was listening very attentively just now, and Tuanzi was always very timid and would not run around, so he really didn't notice it. At this time, he turned his eyes and found that Tuanzi was gone.

Zuo Lingquan was slightly startled and quickly looked for it in the bustling hall. As soon as he looked around, he heard the exclamations of several female disciples from the sect in the corner of the hall:

"Wow, this bird is so beautiful."

"It's just a little fierce. Look how it bullied the little snake..."

"Oh~ It can also spit fire..."

Zuo Lingquan squeezed through the crowd and came to the corner of the hall. He looked up and saw a small red snake, which raised its upper body with fear in its eyes and leaned against the corner of the hall, spitting out its tongue as if to defend against the enemy. There was a faint flash of fire in the snake's pupils.

The plump ball fell to the ground, spread its small wings that didn't match its body shape, and blocked the little snake in the corner of the wall, chirping, and occasionally spitting out a small flame to scare it, but it didn't spray far, about the length of a finger, and looked like a lighter.

The storyteller on the stage obviously noticed the movement in the corner of the hall, holding a folding fan and saying:

"Wow~ What a fight between a dragon and a phoenix. Although they are a little small, they are quite impressive. Fellow Taoists, please take good care of your pets. If they are accidentally lost or eaten, the ferry will not be responsible..."

The owner of the red snake also found out that the pet was missing after hearing the sound, so he squeezed over to take a look and said hurriedly:

"Whose bird is this? How can it be so ignorant of the rules? Look how scared my Honghong is..."

Zuo Lingquan didn't expect Tuanzi to spit fire, so he walked up to him and shouted:

"Tuanzi, come back, you can't eat this thing."

"Ji!"

Tuanzi flapped his wings and pointed at the trembling little snake with his beak, which should mean 'I caught it with great difficulty'.

"Come back soon and be obedient, or I won't take you out anymore."

"Chi..."

Seeing Zuo Lingquan's serious attitude, Tuanzi could only reluctantly give up hunting. She walked dejectedly with small steps and squatted on Zuo Lingquan's shoes without moving.

The monks watching the show around all laughed at this, and several girls joked:

"This bird is really smart, I'm afraid it's of high rank..."

"It's so fat, it looks like it's been carefully raised, it's all round, I wonder if it can still fly..."

"Chi?!"

Tuanzi raised his little head, a little unhappy, but it was a pity that before he could show that he could fly, Zuo Lingquan, who had no desire to live, carried him out of the hall...——

The current code is all water, and the rhythm feels wrong. I'm refining the outline. I'll update it every two days, and save the manuscript for another burst. I'm really sorry orz.