The voice of the sword spirit immediately sounded, "This girl is too fierce, I'm just teaching her a lesson."

Feng Xiao smiled and said, "It's great now. You are the ones who have caused me to get into trouble!"

Jian Ling said: "I originally wanted to play with her more, but unfortunately, although this girl has a good cultivation level, she is too strong and even if she comes out with 80% of her true energy, I can't do anything about it!"

Feng Xiao walked out of the stands with a wry smile.

All the eyes of the Nandou Sword Sect fell on Feng Xiao's thin and weak figure. Everyone was filled with praise, and they didn't expect that the Shenmu Hall, which had been ignored by everyone, would win two consecutive journeys.

On the other hand, Lan Ping'er returned to the stands and threw herself into Master Lingyue's arms, crying very sadly. This junior sister, who is deeply loved by the master and is usually even more willful and willful, was really humiliated in front of her senior sister. She still cursed Feng Xiao continuously.

Master Lingyue caressed her hair with love and comforted her: "Okay, OK, victory or defeat is common. I will find that kid to win him next time!"

This wave of master-disciple affection was deeply moved by the side, and Taishang Yuanqing looked bitter.

Since the entire competition venue just now was damaged by the battle between Lan Pinger and Feng Xiao, and the water flooded the venue, the competition between the other two companies could not continue.

As soon as Feng Xiao returned to the stands, he was surrounded by the disciples of the Shenmu Hall. Yun Xiaozi looked at Feng Xiao with surprise and said, "Xiao'er, your cultivation is so high that you really didn't expect at all. How did you do it?" Yun Xiaozi's question was even more confusing to other disciples of the Shenmu Hall. Although they were happy, they were still a little confused, and they all looked at Feng Xiao with anticipated eyes.

Feng Xiao was stunned and scratched his head. However, he thought in his heart that he should not talk about the sword spirit first. However, if he didn't say anything, he could not hide it. It would be better to say it in another way. He immediately thought about it and said, "I will tell you that when my master and my senior brothers, I was trapped in the hands of a demon on the way. However, I met a master who helped me teach some breathing methods. The disciples always practiced with that method for a thousand miles a day, and then returned to the master's sect and obtained the Master's Immortal Pill. Therefore, the entry was very fast, so I had the current cultivation level!"

Hu Ke, who was stuttering on the side, immediately looked envious and hurried: "Little... junior brother, you... are so lucky, why... I don't have this blessing!"

Hu Ke saw Yun Xiaozi's sharp gaze and couldn't speak any further. He just stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to say anything anymore.

Yun Xiaozi's eyes lit up and asked, "Oh? What kind of master is that, who has such supernatural powers?"

Feng Xiao didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to describe it according to the appearance of the sword spirit. Yun Xiaozi pondered for a while after hearing this, and then slowly said: "I didn't expect that there were even experts in the Fengyang Immortal Sect that no longer existed!"

"So my master also knows the Fengyang Sect?" Feng Xiao was a little surprised.

Su Yuzhen hurriedly continued: "Thousands of years ago, the Fengyang lineage was so grand that it had spread all over the world. No one on the Tianlu knows it. But you are ignorant and just heard your description. This person must be the master of the Fengyang Sect that he has learned from the legendary Fengyang Sect!"

"Oh!" Feng Xiao pretended to be clear, but he heard the sword spirit feel a little proud in his heart: "You kid know that I am not bragging now, huh, one day I must revive the Fengyang lineage and stand again on the top of Tianlu Qiaochu!"

Feng Xiao ignored him. Huo Yunzi was on the stage at this moment, so he saw what would be arranged next.

Huo Yunzi said slowly: "Because the battle just now, the other two disciples cannot compete. Please ask Xianyun Palace and Huoyun Hall to compete again with the Yuzhu Sword Sect disciples to come up again, and you can choose to send disciples!"

After Huo Yunzi left, Master Lingyue's eyes fell on Ding Peiyun behind him. Her eyes suddenly changed into a confident look. If Lan Ping'er was favored in her eyes, Ding Peiyun was the disciple who made her most proud.

Seeing Master Lingyue's gaze, Ding Peiyun bowed to her with a slight bow. His snow-white wrist stretched forward from afar. The Lingxu treasure ring immediately flew out. Ding Peiyun jumped up slightly, and took her feet to the treasure ring and flew straight to the ring.

At this time, almost all the disciples of the Yuzhu Sword Sect cheered wildly. Ding Peiyun was undoubtedly the pride in their eyes and the idol they admired.

But the Lingxu treasure ring was extremely agile, as big as small. Once Ding Peiyun stood on the ring, the treasure ring turned into a bracelet and was worn on her white wrist as big as a bracelet.

At this time, Ding Peiyun's cold face was extremely cold, but her pretty eyes were filled with a spirit of looking down on everything.

The wind gradually rose, gently blew up her icy lake blue dress, as if she was setting off the dancing elf beside her. She was no longer an ordinary woman in the world. From the moment she stood far away, she was already a goddess in the hearts of all her disciples!

The male disciple who was competing with him in Xianyun Palace had already been shocked by her momentum. For a moment, he forgot to hear the sound of the golden bell, and stood by the ring, staring at her in a daze. This is her charm! Rather than being charming, it is a kind of magic, a magic that can extinguish the fire in all men's hearts. Although she has never made any moves, she has never said a word.

Feng Xiao was also deeply attracted by her. What kind of courage is this? He was very moved. This woman is really not simple!

At this moment, the male disciple of Xianyun Palace was loudly reminded by his fellow disciples in the stands, and then he woke up from his shock. However, he still swallowed nervously and reluctantly bowed in great fear: "This... this senior sister, please give me advice!"

Ding Peiyun didn't answer, but just thought of returning the gift with a slight jaw. The Lingxu treasure ring on her wrist gradually lit up.

Suddenly, a white light suddenly appeared from the stands of Xianyun Palace, and shot towards the ring like lightning. He stood still with the escape light, but saw a man in white clothes, like snow, with a feminine aura of a woman standing on the stage from afar.

"Oh?" Master Lingyue raised his eyebrows slightly and sighed: "So it's Li Yunhe's nephew! He was defeated by Yun'er three years ago, and I think he must not be willing to accept it!" Master Lingyue said lightly, and the Taishang Yuanqing on the side frowned slightly.

"Junior Brother Hong, please step back. You are not her opponent, so I will deal with her!" Li Yunhe didn't even look at his fellow junior brother beside him, but just said softly.

His soft and water-like gaze was fixedly looking at Ding Peiyun who was standing far away opposite him. A hint of fanaticism appeared in his eyes. However, he couldn't help but exert force his magic weapon, Bihai Yunxiao, and clenched it. A drop of cold sweat that was not easy to detect on his forehead quietly flowed down.

"This... Senior Brother, is this OK?" said Nuonuo, the disciple surnamed Hong.

"Don't worry, I will definitely not lose!" Li Yunhe's tone was still calm.

The disciple surnamed Hong immediately hesitated for a while, then turned around and walked off the stage. After all, even his senior brother said that, so what else could he say? He had no chance to win at all.

"It's been three years!" Li Yunhe actually closed his eyes and slowly raised his head, as if he was looking forward to something.

He took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes were gentle. He only looked at Ding Peiyun and said softly: "Junior Sister Ding, it is the first time that I, the senior brother of the Nandou Sword Sect, have tasted the taste of failure, but how can you repay it?"

Ding Peiyun stared at Li Yunhe with her ice-like eyes, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything after all.

"Just at this moment, let's understand..." Li Yunhe said calmly, but his figure disappeared.

"Above!" All the disciples exclaimed, "This? What kind of body technique is this? I didn't see how he moved and flew up!"

A white light was like a horse, and the blue sea cloud flute had already roared out of Li Yunhe's palm and hit directly at Ding Peiyun, who was still moving.

At the same time, the Lingxu treasure ring on Ding Peiyun's wrist was extremely bright. It seemed that she was already on guard. The treasure ring came out of her wrist and made a "whimpering" sound, like an extremely lively eagle soaring to the sky and greeted her.

This Lingxu Treasure Ring was made by her storm of the Cave Heaven River for more than seven days after she reached the level of the Hall, absorbing the magnificent water spirit energy of the Tianhe River. Once it is used, it is powerful. If it can be activated to the extreme, this Lingxu Treasure Ring will break through a level of spiritual consciousness, and the magic weapon itself has spiritual energy, which can independently attack, defend and fight, which is extremely mysterious.

Seeing that Li Yunhe was coming fiercely, he took action and was like a sheng. Although he had not yet used Taoism, he had already attacked with all his strength.

However, the Lingxu Baohuan gently moved Li Yunhe's blue sea cloud flute without touching each other head-on, and used the force to circumvent the jade flute, which slowed down the original sharp momentum of the jade flute a lot, and was then led by the Lingxu Baohuan.

"First level of spiritual consciousness!" Yun Xiaozi in the stands was suddenly surprised: "I really didn't expect that Yun'er's nephew had already relied on his own cultivation to sacrifice the first level of spiritual consciousness!"

Feng Xiao was a little puzzled and hurriedly asked Yun Xiaozi: "Master, what is the first level of spiritual consciousness?"

Yun Xiaozi explained: "As soon as a practitioner reaches the realm, he can sacrifice and refine magic weapons by himself. The higher his level of cultivation, the magic weapons will be moistened by the master's true energy for a long time and break through the spiritual consciousness."

"Once the magic weapon breaks through the spiritual consciousness, as long as the master activates it, he can be like a living thing, and it is not a simple weapon controlled by humans. In fact, when the magic weapon is truly broken through the spiritual consciousness, it is considered to be truly called a magic weapon!"

Feng Xiao understood a little and nodded, "I understand, that means that his magic weapon can be hunted by himself like a hunting dog or falcon eagle he raised, and the owner doesn't have to worry about it?"

Yun Xiaozi smiled and said, "What you are talking about is the first level of spiritual consciousness. The sacrifice and refining of this magic weapon is divided into six levels. The first level is free to receive and receive, and you can avoid the important things when facing the enemy! The second level transforms itself, the third level is not easy to damage, and has the ability to protect yourself, the fourth level is spontaneous true energy, the fifth level has the spirit of protecting the master, the sixth level does not require the master to urge it, and also has its own thoughts. Generally, magic weapons can be called magic weapons when they reach the sixth level!"

"So that's the case. It seems that when I really reach the level of the hall, I will also sacrifice my wooden stick!" Feng Xiao said secretly.
Chapter completed!