It seemed that he felt the evil aura on his master's body, and the huge pupils of the three-tailed red scorpion also looked at Ma Youlian, and a stronger evil aura began to condense and pounce on Ma Youlian.

Two pressures, one murderous intent, and the other bloody mania, both of them suppressed her spirit.

Ma Youlian looked solemn. Faced with the pressure of this man and a beast, she felt the pressure was getting bigger and bigger.

In a moment, the pretty face turned pale. Just when she was about to hold on, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, helping her block the bloody and manic momentum of the three red scorpions.

Then a title she didn't want to hear rang out, "Sister Ma, this scorpion is so big, it should be very powerful."

As he said that, Ah Dai slowly turned his head and smiled at Ma Youlian.

If it were normal times, Ma Youlian would really want to slap her, but now, no matter how hateful this person is, she will eventually help her.

Someone helped her with half of the pressure, and Ma Youlian's face suddenly looked much better and she slowly spoke, "The three-tailed red scorpion is the natal spirit beast of Ji Wuyi, the first person in the Qingqiu Cultivation Academy."

"The shell of the three-tailed red scorpion is hard, and its three tails are extremely poisonous. Once hit, it will be difficult for even lay Buddhists to survive."

"The three-tailed red scorpion has both offense and defense, and with Ji Wuyi's own strength, few of the younger generation of Qingqiu can surpass him."

Ah Dai exaggerated and exaggerated when he heard this, "Ah, it turns out that this big guy is so powerful."

"Today's big competition, this big guy won't participate in the competition, right?"

Ma Youlian nodded, "This is her native spirit beast, so she can naturally take it for a big competition."

As soon as Ma Youlian's words fell, a sound of flute suddenly sounded from all directions.

The sound of the flute is sometimes high and sometimes low, waves and waves, surging like sea waves, impacting the momentum between Ji Wuyi, Ah Dai, and Ma Youlian.

When everyone heard the sound, they couldn't help looking into the distance. They saw a young man dressed in a scholar around twenty years old and smiling, blowing a jade flute in his mouth.

Seeing the visitor, the female cultivator around the square let out a thunderous cry, "It's Xiaose, Xiaose Xiao Langjun."

"Xiao Langjun's flute sounds so nice, I'm drunk."

"Tsk, it seems like you've heard it before."

"I've heard of it, what's wrong, my Xiao Langjun is so handsome."

"I'm so shameless. I'll give you Xiao Langjun, Xiao Langjun is obviously mine."

"Haha, I don't know who is shameless."

The two female cultivators started fighting for whom Xiao Langjun.

Chu Kuangsheng relied on his seniority, but he did not come forward to get involved with the young people.

In the field, the auras of the four people were entangled together, and the more intense they became. Jiang Xuan was afraid that Ah Dai would suffer, so he walked in and helped Ah Dai and Ma Youlian resisted it.

Not far away, a general in his thirties and a middle-aged scholar beside him said, "Sir, if this continues, there will be no accident, right?"

The middle-aged scholar stroked his beard and said, "Nothing happens, isn't there anybody else who hasn't arrived?"

"When that person arrives, the farce will be over."

As he said that, the middle-aged scholar suddenly looked into the distant sky and laughed, "I'm talking about someone, someone will be here."

In the field, everyone was in a state of great enthusiasm, and the sky suddenly became a little gloomy. A gust of cold wind blew, and the temperature around it dropped by more than ten degrees.

Then snowflakes appeared in the sky, faintly, and there was a faint fragrance in the snowflakes.

That fragrance is the fragrance of plum.

The next moment, snowflakes fell down, falling on Ah Dai's shoulders and eyebrows.

Almost at the same time, Ah Dai felt an extremely cold air invading his body, almost frozen his blood and spiritual power.

A Dai was shocked and quickly used the spiritual technique to resist the cold air, and no longer cared about confronting the three red scorpions.

At this time, a few snowflakes fell quietly on Ji Wuyi's body.

Ji Wuyi frowned, withdrew her momentum, and looked up at the sky.

Not far away, the bleak breath was slightly chaotic, and a sound was not correct. He put down the jade flute, shook his head and laughed, "I finally got interested, but I was interrupted, and I was disappointed."

As he said that, Xiao Se also looked up at mid-air and smiled, "Yingxue, you owe me a jar of fine wine, three or two peach blossoms, when will you pay it back?"

Inside and outside the venue, everyone's eyes could not help but turn to the air.

Then I saw a man in white walking towards this place in the distance.

Yes, the man in white came. Every time he took a step, a plum blossom appeared under his feet.

Seeing this scene, everyone outside the venue couldn't help but exclaim.

"Snow falls and steps on the plum blossoms. This is the 'Plum Stepping Art'. It is the plum blossoms, the plum blossoms, the plum blossoms, the century-old genius of Luoyingzong, and the plum blossoms."

"It's really like the legendary "Plum Stepping Technique" that is really magical? Or has his cultivation level been broken through and reached the realm of control of things?"

Seeing Mei Yingxue coming onto the plum blossoms, Erhu had no hope for Ah Dai. Now he only hopes that his senior brother can return safely.

Li Wan'er grabbed her clothes and said worriedly, "Why are these people all so powerful? You have to be careful."

In a blink of an eye, Mei Yingxue walked to the center of the field.

Mei Yingxue is seven feet long, her facial features are extremely delicate, her skin is three-thin whiter than snow, and her plum fragrance remains all over her body.

The plum snow fell lightly on the ground, slowly stretched out its white and slender palms, and a plum blossom appeared in its palm.

On the reddish-brown branches, there is a petal the size of a thumb.

This is the spiritual treasure that Mei Yingxue used to perform the "Plum Stepping Technique", "Yizhi Plum".

The ring-shaped ring of the middle finger flashed with a green light, and the spiritual treasure branch disappeared.

Mei Yingxue has a very beautiful appearance, graceful demeanor, and has a very demeanor in every move and gesture, and has the style of a general.

Mei Yingxue's eyes were clear and she glanced at everyone. She knew that most of the young people here had an extremely important position in their respective sects. Once irreconcilable conflicts arise, Qingqiu will probably be even more undercurrents in the future.

He immediately said loudly, "We are all cultivators in Qingqiu. In this life, we should cultivate the truth and practice the Tao, and we should work hard to cut the demons and kill the demons and protect the peace of Qingqiu."

"It is not harmful to the daily competition. If anyone provokes trouble and disrupts my Qingqiu for a hundred years, it will be an enemy of Qingqiu."

"The enemy of Qingqiu is my Mei Yingxue's enemy."

Mei Yingxue's words were so powerful that the entire square fell into a brief silence. Then the young girls outside the field burst into cheers like roaring and thunder. They shouted only one name, that was Mei Yingxue.

In the eyes of the crowd, amid the roaring sounds of mountains and seas, Mei Yingxue did not show any smugness or joy, and there was no slight wave in her calm eyes. Mei Yingxue didn't care about glory.

Ah Dai saw it in his eyes and exclaimed in his heart, "This Mei Yingxue is worthy of being a genius who is unparalleled in Luo Yingzong."

"This cultivation, this demeanor, and this cultivation are really impeccable."

"Perhaps, only a county sect like Luo Yingzong can cultivate such a genius with the power of one sect."

"It's worth a trip to be able to compete with such an opponent!"
Chapter completed!