Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 34 Fang Shaohong’s debut

coincide.

It must be a coincidence.

Although it is not easy to convince people, Jiang Bing will not do such a thing. He is eager to see Wu You play early and try his skills.

And Wu You, with his character, would never do such a thing, but luck is unreasonable.

…

The martial arts arena was briefly cleared and repaired in the morning, erasing the traces of the previous battles between Foundation Building disciples, and reinforcing the venue to allow the contestants to perform more effectively.

When the stands were once again filled with spectators, the finale of the inner-door competition finally began.

A dashing figure in a green shirt slowly walked out onto the martial arts stage. The person holding a sword on his waist smiled carefree, and the disciples in the stands suddenly burst into a burst of fanatical shouts.

"It's Senior Sister Fang!"

"Help, he's so handsome——"

"Senior sister, marry me!!" This shout stirred up a thousand waves, and many disciples in the stands also shouted.

Both men and women are present.

Wu You grinned as he listened to the noise in his ears. As expected of Senior Sister Fang, both men and women kill each other. At this moment, a piece of pink and white petals suddenly fell on Wu You's shoulder.

He took the petal from his shoulder. It was a peach blossom, but where did the peach blossom petals come from in this martial arts arena?

Petals fell all over the sky.

They gathered, flew, and passed over everyone's heads, releasing an intoxicating aroma of peach blossoms and wine.

The petals were like a clear river, flowing to the position opposite Shaohong above the ring, forming a small pink wind column.

When the petals dispersed, a shadow stood there.

His green silk shawl hangs down, and his large robe only wears one sleeve, and the other is casually tied around his waist, with his chest open and his fair skin and graceful curves of his upper body fully exposed. A sword is placed on his shoulder.

His soft and feminine face, his unruly temperament, his drool-worthy figure, and the peach blossoms that accompanied him made many female disciples present look at him.

Peach Wine Sword——Ikawa Kyu

For the people of Heavenly Mirror Sect, Ikawa Kyu is very unique.

He has a very weird accent and insists on calling his long sword "sword". He also loves peach blossoms and says they are similar to the flowers in his hometown.

But this does not affect his appreciation by the elders, after all, his sword skills are indeed amazing.

There were also several elders who wanted to accept him as a disciple, but they were all declined. Igawa Jiu said that he was the last descendant of a certain sword sect and could not accept others as his master.

Come back to the present moment.

When Wu You saw Igawa Jiu's appearance, especially the long sword, his eyes couldn't help but shine.

"Oooh, Neon Martial Warrior!"

…

On the court, Fang Shaohong was the first to speak: "Junior Brother Jing's appearance is still so exaggerated."

"...Senior Sister Fang, my surname is Jingchuan, not Jing."

Igawa Jiu corrected him in his slightly awkward accent.

He and Fang Shaohong were also acquaintances. They had competed in swordsmanship several times and were deeply impressed by Fang Shaohong's sharp and changeable sword skills.

However, when they competed, they were purely sword fighting. The opponent's attainments in Divine Ability were not low, and he was in the early stage of Gold Core, while Fang Shaohong was in the late stage...

It cannot be said to be a tough battle, it can only be said that there is almost no chance of winning, but the dignity of Martial Warrior prevents him from running away without fighting.

"Sin upon sin,"

Fang Shaohong's expression was not embarrassing at all. On the contrary, it made people feel that she was full of fighting spirit: "Junior Brother Jing, if you apologize, you should say it with a sword."

It's Ikawa...

Igawa Jiu curled his lips helplessly, held the sheath with his left hand and placed the sword on his waist, put his right hand on the handle of the sword, and slowly leaned down: "As you said."

Wu You already knew which move it was when he made this move.

Draw your sword and chop.

As we all know, Neon's Martial Warrior becomes more powerful the lower it lies before attacking.

Don't panic if you lean no more than 30 degrees, as the opponent can't break your defense; if your upper body is almost flat and your legs are still squatting down, be serious, this guy is not simple; if your head has already reached the ground, you must deal with it with all your strength and not relax at all. , this battle is a matter of life and death!

But if you see a neon Martial Warrior crawling towards you...

Run quickly and don't look back!

After a breath, the peach petals under Jingchuan Jiu's feet were violently blown to both sides. His afterimage flashed past, the blade was unsheathed, and it slashed towards Fang Shaohong from bottom to top!

Fang Shaohong's sword was not unsheathed. He moved his feet slightly and easily avoided Igawa Jiu's shocking blow.

Igawa Jiu was secretly shocked.

The movement skills that Fang Shaohong displayed in this battle were much more advanced than those in previous sparring sessions with him.

One blow missed, and Jingchuan's nine swords did not break. He stepped forward to pursue and kill him, and threw a dart out of thin air with his left hand, directly towards Fang Shaohong's face.

Fang Shaohong's sword was just unsheathed at this time. He swung away the dart with one sword and faced Igawa's Nine Swords!

A bright spark exploded where the two weapons collided, and the two were locked in a stalemate.

pressure.

The force coming from the sword made Igawa Jiu unconsciously grit his teeth, and the right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

The moment his eyes met Fang Shaohong's, he understood clearly in his heart - the previous discussion with Fang Shaohong was about letting go of water, it was like letting go! Now she wants him to use all his abilities, and then, he will be convinced.

"Senior sister is really...arrogant." A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his voice trembled.

When the two people were in a stalemate, a figure suddenly jumped up from Fang Shaohong's shadow and slashed him with a sword.

She did not look back, and the appearance of the person behind her was clearly visible in Fang Shaohong's mind. It turned out to be another Jingchuan Jiu!

"Is this...External Incarnation?"

Someone in the stands said.

Two people appear at the same time. In the practitioner's perception, the most consistent situation is External Incarnation Divine Ability, but in Wu You's eyes, it was a neon man who used this trick, so it must be...

"Fuck! Shadow clone?"

he exclaimed.

On the ring, Fang Shaohong suddenly used his strength to repel the "Igawa Jiu" who was fighting with her, and leaned down to avoid the attack from behind.

External Incarnation?

No, the smell is wrong!

While dodging, Fang Shaohong pointed with one hand and shot out a spiritual flying sword, knocking away the "Igawa Jiu" who was facing her but had been replaced by a clone.

Isn't it?

Igawa Jiu was a little confused. How could the clone with half of its spiritual power be broken into pieces by one finger? ! He didn't remember his clone being so resistant to beatings.

Before he had time to think, Fang Shaohong's sword was already approaching again, and the swift sword light made him fall into a difficult block.

In just a few breaths, Igawa Jiu had failed to catch the sword perfectly several times, and there were several wounds on his body. He smelled the breath of defeat.

too strong.

The gap in strength between him and Fang Shaohong was ridiculously large.

After blocking Shaohong's blow from below, Igawa Jiu's figure turned into petals and scattered in Fang Shaohong's eyes, before re-condensing and reappearing in the distance.

"Um?"

Fang Shaohong raised his eyebrows: "Junior brother, this trick is good and quite pleasing to the eye."

She wants to learn a little bit.

"It's pleasing to the eye..." Igawa Jiu smiled bitterly, wiped away the blood from the minor wound on his cheek, held the knife in both hands, and his momentum gradually solidified: "It's time to end this farce, senior sister."

Fang Shaohong lowered his sword tip to the ground and smiled slightly at him. His hair was dancing in the wind, and his valiant and heroic appearance made the viewers' hearts tremble.

(End of chapter)