Three days before the end of rebirth

Soon Qin Qiaoqiao turned on the computer and displayed all the transferred big data.

On the opposite side, Elder Pei also turned over the statistical data of the Flying Sword Sect in the past two years.

Comparing the two, it is impossible to tell the winner.

If we only look at the total amount, how can Qin Qiaoqiao, a newborn calf, compare to a cultivation sect that has existed for many years?

If we only look at the speed of business expansion, how can a sect that has stabilized reach Qin Qiaoqiao's crazy expansion speed of doubling its output value in a month?

Moreover, Han Qianxue inherited the sect's industry, and her performance went downhill after meeting Qin Qiaoqiao. She had been very stable before and was considered a very good sect leader. After all, holding on to the industry is also a skill.

But Qin Qiaoqiao is different. The cultivation industry relies solely on Jinguangdong's little foundation to improve and become more aggressive.

Both of them asked Han Dang for his opinion.

Han Dang looked left and right, but still expressed his analysis.

"Let's call it a tie. One is good at defense and the other is good at offense. If they can complement each other, it would be a good choice."

"The winner must be determined."

Qin Qiaoqiao and Han Qianxue said in unison.

Han Dang looked at the two of them and seemed to have an idea.

"If we really want to decide the winner, it won't be difficult. In twenty years we will naturally know who is who."

Han Dang's words are as good as unsaid. Who can wait twenty years later?

But seeing that Han Dang was obviously unwilling to make a choice, the two had no choice but to end it in a draw.

"What's next?"

Han Qianxue looked at Qin Qiaoqiao.

Qin Qiaoqiao smiled and suddenly changed into a different person. His usual capable appearance was gone. Han Dang, who was charming and charming, turned his head hurriedly.

"A woman must not only take care of her own image outside, but also take into account the face of men. In this case, let's compare our personal images, choose several scenes, and match the image ourselves to see who can match the best and most appropriately, and whoever wins

."

"I have a lot of clothes here, you can choose whatever you want."

Saying that, Han Qianxue turned around and walked upstairs.

When they arrived at the fitting room, the two went in to look for clothes. Han Dang was surrounded by several elders, fearing that he would run away. After all, this was today's bet.

Qin Qiaoqiao was confused when she entered the fitting room. The fitting rooms here are all ancient clothes. Where can there be a modern dress? But since she agreed, she can only bite the bullet. Anyway, there are enough clothes, and she has also encountered them recently.

Many female monks in the world of cultivation have a general understanding of what everyone is wearing.

So Qin Qiaoqiao chose something that she thought was suitable and wore it.

As a result, Han Dang spit out water as soon as he went out. This game was about participating in the Pear Blossom Festival in the cultivation world. This festival is quite festive. It is a festival celebrated by ordinary cultivators. Qin Qiaoqiao's choice is not a big one.

It's a mistake, but it's also festive enough.

But the mistake was that Qin Qiaoqiao was wearing the clothes of a maid.

On the other hand, Han Qianxue is different. The petals all over her body are equally festive. The wide cuffs and skirt are full of grandeur. Coupled with the instigation of true energy, the petals all over her body seem to be alive.

Walking forward gives people the feeling of standing under the pear tree, with the pear blossoms fluttering in the wind.

At this moment of judgment, even Qin Qiaoqiao knew that he had lost, but what could be done? Firstly, he did not have the vision, and secondly, he did not have that much real energy to do this.

"Are you still competing?" Han Qianxue asked with a smile.

In fact, using true energy to set off clothes is a bit wasteful, but it is a very common thing in the world of cultivation. Even the outer disciples of Fei Sword Sect will learn how to use true essence to set off clothes when they reach the third level of Qi Refining.

, so that she can look better when attending important occasions, let alone Han Qianxue.

Qin Qiaoqiao is different. She is not very strong. Secondly, Han Dang taught her only killing techniques. How could she have the time to learn these useless things?

"I lost."

Although Qin Qiaoqiao was a little unwilling, she also knew that she could not win even if she tried ten more times. Even if she exchanged her clothes with Han Qianxue at this time, it would be useless.

Han Qianxue smiled proudly.

"Then what's next?"

"Comparing talents."

Qin Qiaoqiao gritted her teeth and asked, "You don't have a guqin here, do you?"

"Of course."

As Han Qianxue waved her hand, dozens of guqins were brought over in a few minutes. Guqin is often used to adjust one's mood. The flying sword sect will naturally not be short of musical instruments, let alone guqin, as long as it is not a modern percussion instrument.

All sword sects have them.

Qin Qiaoqiao had a bad feeling, but she didn't agree with giving up.

After carefully examining the guqin and gently stroking each string, Qin Qiaoqiao chose the one he liked the most.

Taking a long breath, Qin Qiaoqiao began to strum the strings.

The sound of the piano is melodious, like singing and telling, and a picture emerges in everyone's mind. Everyone is different, but everyone has their own understanding.

When the song ended, even Han Qianxue couldn't help but nodded and took the lead in applauding.

Qin Qiaoqiao had complicated eyes and smiled at Han Qianxue.

"It's your turn."

As soon as Han Qianxue raised her hand, her disciples put away all the guqins and actually brought up a bronze pool.

Qin Qiaoqiao was puzzled, but she didn't ask, but watched quietly.

Han Dang stared at the bronze pool quietly without saying a word, as if he was worried.

Several disciples carried buckets and began to fill the bronze pool with water. They quickly filled it up and then retreated.

When the water surface calmed down completely, Han Qianxue smiled at Han Dang.

"Please listen to the music."

As she spoke, Han Qianxue looked at Shenghui, her eyebrows conveyed, her long sword was unsheathed, and she slapped it horizontally on the water.

The almost inaudible sound of bronze vibrating makes people's hearts want to grab hold of it and yank it violently.

The body rotated into a vortex of petals, and another sword thrust into the water. This sound was even weaker, and it made people's hearts tremble.

Qin Qiaoqiao had forgotten about winning or losing at this time. Looking at the bronze pool, she didn't dare to move her ears for fear of missing any syllable.

Han Qianxue still continued. Feilai Jianzong was named Jianzong, and there were mostly female disciples in the sect. This was not without reason, because the value of their sect's survival was more in performance, just like Han Dang gave

The mistakes she pointed out were not actually mistakes, it was just that Feilai Jianzong abandoned power and pursued beauty.

And this bronze pool is a kind of performance, and it is a performance in which Fei Lai Jian Sect presses the box. Using this comparison, it can be seen that Han Qianxue really wants to show her best side to Han Dang.

But she didn't know that Han Dang was not feeling well the next time.

Every time Han Qianxue's sword uttered a syllable, it relied on true energy and had the sword's intention in it. This sword's intention was resonating with Han Dang, causing the formation arranged in Han Dang's body to slowly collapse.

If Han Dang had not integrated into the music, the formation could naturally be stabilized again, but Han Qianxue's performance was so successful at this time that Han Dang was completely integrated into it.