The whole sect is reborn

"this……"

Seeing Mu Xingshu's face turn red with embarrassment, Zhu Fu paused for a moment. He was considerate and didn't ask any more questions, but his eyes were a little strange.

It turns out that the Fifth Senior Brother didn’t know either. Speaking of which, none of them in the Wuji Sect seem to have anyone they can stick with, right?

Even the brothers and sisters don’t have this trend, let alone the master. Although the master seems to be a bit careless, he can only say a few words, and he has not done anything to other female cultivators.

act of.

Just when Zhu Fu was about to comfort the fifth senior brother, whose handsome face turned red with embarrassment, she suddenly heard her name called by the giant sound transmission stone above her head.

"Wuji Sect Zhu Fu and Lian Shanfeng Chen Yun. Please come to the 103rd Competition Arena."

I shouted three times in a row, but it was difficult to be heard.

"Xiaoqi."

Mu Xingshu glanced at the little junior sister's thin body with some worry. He was really worried that the little junior sister would be injured. No matter how talented the little junior sister was, she was only a child who had just turned ten and had just introduced Qi into her body. This made him

How can you not worry?

"Junior sister, just do your best. Don't force it."

After listening to the instructions of the fifth senior brother, Zhu Fu nodded. Then without delay, he told the fifth senior brother and rushed to the corresponding competition platform. Mu Xingshu, on the other hand, originally wanted to watch the battle, but at this time he could not

When my name was called, I had no choice but to go there worriedly.

The sound of this sound transmission stone was so loud that everyone in the Wuji Sect who was competing naturally heard it. They were a little worried, but at the same time, they were more determined to seize the time to end the battle and find their little junior sister.

When Zhu Fu rushed to the competition venue, that monk Chen Yun also happened to arrive.

This is a male cultivator with wheat-colored skin. He is tall and carries a long knife almost as long as Zhu Fu on his back. There are thick calluses on his fingers and many scattered scars.

At this time, Chen Yun frowned and looked down at Zhu Fu, who was not even as tall as his shoulders and chest, with an unsightly look on his face.

Chen Yun is a monk who uses martial arts to enter Taoism. Because his spiritual roots are very poor, he introduces Qi into his body very late. But because he is a monk who uses martial arts to enter Taoism, once he introduces Qi into his body, his combat effectiveness is stronger than that of ordinary monks.

many.

But because he and Zhu Fu both belonged to the group of people who had just introduced Qi into their bodies, they were assigned to a group.

But at this moment, looking at Zhu Fu, who was still a skinny little child, Chen Yun was a little unable to do anything.

When the two stood on the competition field together, Chen Yun even gave Zhu Fu a piece of advice out of good intentions.

"Little girl, we don't know each other, and Chen doesn't want to be known as a bully. Why don't you and I respond a little, and you can go down?"

Chen Yun was kind-hearted, but Zhu Fu took a look at where the master and others were and shook his head.

She is not a little mixed-race bastard who went to the Demon Abyss without any worries, but Zhu Fu, a young disciple of the Wuji Sect. Zhu Fu now represents not only herself, but also the Wuji Sect. Naturally, it is impossible to do that without a fight.

It’s a matter of defeat. Otherwise, wouldn’t it mean that the name of Wuji Sect has been ruined?

Although the master did not say anything, Zhu Fu understood that the master valued Wuji Sect very much in his heart.

So when faced with Chen Yun's kindness, Zhu Fu did not accept it, but still bowed to Chen Yun according to the method taught by his brothers and sisters.

"Please enlighten me."

"...that's fine."

Chen Yun was not entangled. He was already old when he introduced Qi into his body, so he urgently needed to win the first place in this competition and win the attention of the sect. The previous words of comfort were his only kindness. Since this little girl was unwilling

, then he will not show mercy.

We are all monks, just fight!

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Fu took off the long whip Mingxin from his waist. Mingxin still had the same gray appearance, and it didn't look very eye-catching. It was just that his senior brother had carefully wrapped some red thread around the handle of the whip.

The twine can prevent the handle from becoming slippery due to sweat or blood. In addition, this long whip does not have the "beauty" that a woman should have when repairing a weapon.

Zhu Fu held the 'Ming Xin' in his hand and skillfully made a loud whip. Then with a wave of his hand, the long and thin whip shadow whizzed towards Chen Yun!

Seeing that the little girl's move was quite impressive, Chen Yun raised his eyebrows and did not look down upon it. The long knife on his back was instantly unsheathed. The long knife had been with Chen Yun for more than ten years. After drinking enough of the enemy's blood, the blade became sharp.

Incomparably, the sun was shining with a cold light at this time.

"Snapped!"

The trend of 'Mingxin' continued unabated at this time, and it happened to wrap around Chen Yun's long knife.

"La la!"

There was no scene where the whip was cut by a sharp knife. The two weapons were entangled together, making a harsh noise.

Only then did Chen Yun realize that the whip of the little girl across from him was mixed with hard metal, and the material was no worse than his own long knife. At this time, Chen Yun had completely put away his undue sympathy for the weak, and held it with both hands.

The handle of the knife was suddenly pulled back!

After all, Zhu Fu only had Ming Xin for a few days. He didn't have the tacit cooperation that Chen Yun had with his long sword for more than ten years. He was afraid that his weapon would be cut off, so he took a few steps forward and happened to face Chen Yun.

The big kick comes over!

But Zhu Fu didn't panic. She changed the handle of "Ming Xin" to her left hand, and rolled on the spot, from Chen Yun's left to behind him. With a slight shake of her left hand, the long whip suddenly became as flexible as if it were alive.

Wrap around Chen Yun’s neck!

Then tighten instantly!

At this time, the monks who originally thought that this large and small competition was not interesting to watch also found it a bit interesting, so more and more people gathered around the competition venue No. 103.

But Zhu Fu did not always maintain an advantage. Although she had some advantages due to her short stature, Chen Yun had been killing with that long sword for many years. The gap between them was not that Zhu Fu wielded the 'Ming Xin'

It can be compared in a few days.

At this time, Chen Yun suddenly dwarfed Zhu Fu when he tightened his long whip, and just avoided Zhu Fu's lock. He even gave Zhu Fu an elbow blow because Zhu Fu was too short.

The elbow hit her right in the nose!

Blood suddenly flowed all over his face!

Following this force, Zhu Fu immediately retreated. When he stood firm, severe pain came from his face. The acrid pain made Zhu Fu couldn't help but frown.

This part of the nose is quite special. At this moment, Zhu Fu felt that tears and mucus were about to burst out, which was sour and uncomfortable.

Zhu Fu, who had not suffered such a serious injury since leaving the Demonic Abyss, looked at the blood on her clothes, and then at the long whip Ming Xin in her hand that hindered her movements. She paused and her eyes turned for a moment.

Bloody red! She suffered a big loss!

But under the seal that Ling Junqian had drawn on Zhu Fu before the competition, the red intention flashed past, and Chen Yun on the opposite side didn't notice it at all.

However, the reason why Zhu Fu was allowed to use a long whip as a weapon in the first place was because she was easily angered and wanted to use this weapon that was difficult to control to temper Zhu Fu.

But Zhu Fu, whose face was full of blood as soon as she made the move, was furious! She had forgotten all the whips, weapons, and teachings. Zhu Fu had only one idea now, she wanted revenge!

With a flick of his hand, the long whip automatically wrapped around Zhu Fu's waist, and Zhu Fu was already on all fours and rushed towards Chen Yun like a violent little beast!