The game continued, Sha Xiaoqing slowly walked to the ring and silently looked at the girl opposite. The girl was dressed quite classically, except for her breasts being overwhelmed. Sha Xiaoqing was curious: "Didn't you arranged by the competition?"

The girl nodded lightly, with no expression on her face: "Hello, I am Yue Lingyin's junior sister, Cong Lingyun. The ninth level of Qi Refining. If you want to use the magic weapon of Tianshui Sect, you need special training. I can only go on stage in a short time. Otherwise, this light white silk would not hit people like a Buddhist bead."

While speaking, the girl danced gently with the white silk, and the gauze flew, like smoke and gurgling water. It is hard to imagine that this was refined with some special asbestos.

Sha Xiaoqing restrained her indifferent smile and nodded proudly, "Hello, my name is Sha Xiaoqing, and I am Zhang Ping's comrade-in-arms. We have fought side by side in the exile space."

"Is that so? But I heard that Zhang Ping was standing alone on the troop platform, so he didn't seem to need a comrade."

When we first met, the two girls became very angry.

Sha Xiaoqing chuckled and felt a faint mockery: "Then you watched the original video, which was edited when we first left Longshan Cave Heaven. Because of the haste, only Zhang Ping's video was cut. But later the complete video was posted on the Internet.

It seems that you have been separated from society for a long time and can no longer keep pace with the times."

Cong Lingyun said lightly: "I just don't want to pay attention to those ordinary people."

Sha Xiaoqing looked at the other person with a fool's eyes, "On ordinary person? You are in the Qi Refining Stage yourself, you are 18 years old? How many layers of Qi Refining? Nine or Eighth?"

"The way of practicing our sect is different from yours. We are elite education. We will be slower in the Qi Refining Period, but once the foundation is built, I will hit the Nascent Soul Stage within ten years."

"Haha, but you are in the Qi Refining Stage now. Is it amazing to have ten years of impact on the Nascent Soul Stage? You have the ability to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage within ten years.

Look at the country, how many people have reached the limit of the Golden Elixir stage before the age of 30? You're welcome, you can't count it!"

Cong Lingyun finally stopped talking. What Sha Xiaoqing said was the truth. Perhaps there were few geniuses among ordinary people, but the problem was... the population base was too large.

Even if one person is 100,000, Qizhou City has a population of 30 million.

Seeing that the two beautiful girls finally paused, the referee quickly announced: You can start, what is the ability to just move your mouth? Just hit her!

The referee stepped back when the game began, and the two girls looked at each other and sparked.

Off the stage, Zhang Ping was very curious, "This is the first time they met, why did they get into each other?"

Feng Feiming held his chest with his left hand and his chin with his right hand, and said seriously: "I heard that when a beautiful girl meets, she will not become friends, but will only become enemies. Every beautiful girl is born to be a mortal enemy.

Just like Teacher Gu Qingyan and Hong Luo Tiannu before, look at how happy she is in two fights."

Zhao Hailong thought, "But Zhang Aihua and Chu Yiyi seem to be pretty good?"

"Haha, that's because Zhang Ping and I have a good relationship, and they dare not make trouble. Ahhhhh... Aihua Aihua let go, what was like in public? My waist..."

The audience was happy, but the audience was already nervous.

During the confrontation, Sha Xiaoqing held the staff in both hands and pointed it on the ground. In fact, Sha Xiaoqing's staff was simply a thin sword and a scabbard. The scabbard was a staff. Sha Xiaoqing could draw out the sword and chop her if she was anxious.

Considering fair competition and also concerning Zhang Ping's reputation, Sha Xiaoqing did not wear boxing gloves, but only brought this long sword of the magic staff.

Cong Lingyun danced gently with his hands, and the white silk in his hand floated like water, floating in the air, with a faint breath surging, unlike the true energy.

Bai Ling said it was a magic weapon, but because of the different refining techniques and its own characteristics, the ability it showed is no less than that of magic weapons, but it does not have the ability to zoom in the magic weapons for the time being.

Suddenly, thin ice spread under Sha Xiaoqing's feet. This is not Sha Xiaoqing's ability, but the ability of the staff. The magic weapons Zhang Ping refined for everyone were all tailor-made. The customized plan started planning, thinking and adjustment as early as the beginning of the year.

Cong Lingyun also moved. She held the white silk and shook gently. However, she saw the floating white silk roaring suddenly, like a long river rushing, and the surface emitted a fierce light of inspiration.

The aura collided with the ice layer, and the ice layer ruptured and dissipated, turning into a few auras. But the auras emitted by the white silk also quickly dissipated.

Sha Xiaoqing suddenly moved, and she grabbed the staff (hilt of the sword) with both hands and smashed it directly towards Cong Lingyun's head. Seeing Sha Xiaoqing, who was originally quiet and ready to go through the mage's fighting style, suddenly exploded away. The audience who were following Sha Xiaoqing burst into screams, and then there was a whistle and cheers coming: Sha Xiaoqing is domineering!

But Sha Xiaoqing didn't care about other people's opinions at all. She just needed to flatten the stinky girl in front of her. Nothing else, just because the other party's movements seemed to be more graceful.

Cong Lingyun danced gently with the white silk, but the floating white silk was like a long river roaring, and was as hazy as light smoke, instantly blocking in front of him, winding, layer by layer, hazy and dreamy.

Sha Xiaoqing's staff fell down, and layers of ice blades flew on the staff; but these ice blades could not break through the defense of the white silk. The attack of the staff flattened the white silk layer by layer, but while the layers of white silk collapsed layer by layer, the attack of the staff was also quickly weakened.

When the sixth layer of white silk softened, the white silk suddenly turned into a long snake and quickly wrapped around the staff.

Sha Xiaoqing thrust hard, but it didn't thrust. Cong Lingyun looked at Sha Xiaoqing proudly.

Sha Xiaoqing thrust again... Swish, a cold light burst out, and a thin sword with a bright but extremely dark darkness was unsheathed.

"I'll give you the scabbard! Look at the sword!"

Sha Xiaoqing shouted sweetly, and a faint ice blade flashed on the blade, and the long sword screamed, as if torn apart the space and turned into a cold light and swept towards Cong Lingyun's neck.

Cong Lingyun opened his mouth, looking like a mp; but he did not dare to hesitate, Bai Wei loosened the scabbard and rolled it towards the long sword.

A faint muffled sound came, and the long sword was entangled by the white silk. Ice blades burst out on the blade, trying to tear the white silk. But the white silk was intact and was still tightly wrapped around the sword body. Instead, ice blades were crushed and scattered from the blank space, and finally turned into a spirit light to dissipate.

Cong Lingyun chuckled: "But that's it."

Sha Xiaoqing was not panicked, with a calm smile on her face. She gently turned the hilt of the sword and easily pulled out the sword. The surface of the sword had layers of spiritual light flashing like a faint water pattern; then the sword light flashed, and the sword light fell down layer by layer, and began to chop the white silk.

But Cong Lingyun is not ordinary, and his figure moves gracefully and lightly. The white silk in his hand is circling to defend, or roaring like a long river to attack, or like a stinging snake, occasionally rolling up a light to directly attack Sha Xiaoqing.

But Sha Xiaoqing seemed to have forgotten the scabbard thrown on the ground. She held the thin sword in both hands, her figure was erect, and the long sword was shining brightly. No matter what opponent's attack, she would split it with one sword. As long as she had the chance, she would try to cut the white silk.

The two beauties fought, with graceful figures, as graceful as a stunning geese, and as if they were turning and moving, as if they were like waves and dancing smoke, which was so beautiful that they could not help but bewildered. Unconsciously, the audience was already stunned and obsessed with it.

What kind of dance, literary performance, is it weak in the face of such a real battle? This kind of scene of fighting with a life crisis is the real cry from the soul.

The audience was fascinated until the referee reminded me: Be careful, it's almost timeout.
Chapter completed!