The rats who are spying on me, trying to plot against me and harm me, should be more careful."

"In this world, one's background is very important, but one's own strength is the real capital of arrogance."

"I want to make myself stronger. I also want to climb high and see far away. I will be at the top and see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance."

"There are many turmoils in Lin'an, and there is no way to avoid them. If I want to get involved, I will become a whirlpool of my own."

"Build up your invincible power, choose a small holy list, and fight against Lin'an."

Anle said softly.

The voice was not loud, but it was full of sonorous sounds, which made Ximen Qiuxian, who was sitting behind the tea table, narrow his eyes slightly.

Fight for Lin'an!

Such an arrogant young man, with such domineering ambitions, and such a bright fighting spirit like the blazing sun, made Ximen Qiuhua's heart tremble slightly, but he couldn't help but admire him.

It is too difficult to follow the undefeated legendary road of the legendary champion Li Youan, and the courage required is too great. Even just verbal shouting is enough to scare away too many people.

And the young man in front of him, with the cultivation of the third realm of body training and the fourth realm of god refining, raised the sword in his hand and wanted to resume the legendary path of becoming the legendary number one scholar. He chose a small holy list and fought against a Lin'an.

Taking a deep breath, Ximen Qiuhua's eyes showed admiration.

Naturally, he has information about peace and happiness. He comes from a small family in Chongzhou. He didn't even practice Buddhism when he entered Lin'an. However, he was preached by Mrs. Dehua in the Lin Mansion. In just one month, he was like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss, soaring to the top.

Today's Anle is a legend in itself.

And today, Anle came to challenge him, Ximen Qiuhua, to create an even bigger legend.

Feeling the Mochi sword energy lingering throughout the room, waves of spiritual energy surged out of Ximen Qiuhua's body.

He stared at An Le, and in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a flame burning, which was the will to fight.

"Young Master An is so courageous. In this case, if you ask for flowers today, I will stay with you until the end."

Ximen asks for a flower arrangement.

However, he stood up, walked to the vermilion carved wooden window, opened the window, looked at Anle, and said: "This house was rented to me by Linhua Pavilion. It is a good place to drink tea, play the piano and play the flute, and fight."

Below, it will not be damaged, so Mr. An, can you follow me and fight on top?"

Mo Chi floated to his side and smiled An Le: "Okay."

Ximen Qiuhua is elegant and elegant. Although he has not entered the liberal arts college, his demeanor is more refined than any Confucian scholar in the liberal arts academy that An Le has seen.

Ximen Qiuhua waved, and the guqin on the table came to him and was carried on his back. A long emerald flute with red tassels hanging on the wall also fell into his hands.

With a surge of emotion, Ximen Qiuhua floated out of the house, followed closely by Anle.

The two people left the room, floated up like stepping on the moon, climbed to the roof, stepped on the black tiles with hexagonal eaves, and landed on the top of the Linhua Pavilion, standing on opposite sides of the roof.

The cold wind blows on the spring night, causing people's clothes to fly.

The river and the sky were all colorless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.

A huge silver moon disk hung high above the two people's heads, and the moonlight fell like a gauze, reflecting on the top of Linhua Pavilion.

Ximen Qiuhua took off the burnt-tail yellow pear wood guqin. One leg was independent, and the other leg was raised horizontally. The guqin fell on his lap. He looked at Anle and chuckled: "Mr. An, please."

The ink pool poured into the sky, fell again, and hung beside An Le. An Le drank a sip of old rice wine, placed the wine bottle on the roof, and the next moment, he tapped lightly on the ink pool hanging in front of him.

Instantly!

On the top of Linhua Pavilion, the sword energy fills the universe!

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Everyone in An came to challenge Ximen Qiuhua in Linhua Pavilion. The news spread instantly, especially when everyone watched from afar.

It can be seen that on the top of Linhua Pavilion, two figures stand opposite each other, fighting with each other.

Many people rushed out of their minds, or rushed out of the house, landed on the roof, and looked into the distance.

The battle on the Little Saint List would have attracted the attention of most practitioners in Lin'an Mansion. After all, no one who can be on the Little Saint List is mediocre.

Among the people fighting this time, there is also An Le who is famous.

Many people wonder why today, when the Little Saint Ranking has just been changed and Anle has just reached sixteenth place, he is so anxious to challenge for fifteenth place without leaving any room for himself to consolidate his cultivation?

But some people saw something extraordinary.

One after another, the souls rose into the sky and stood in the sky, looking at the battle between two outstanding juniors from Lin'an Mansion on Linhua Pavilion.

Ye Wenxi, Ye Yinping, Qin Huaan, Sima Pudu and other famous people on the Little Saint List all spread their souls to observe.

Li Youan, Zhao Huangting, Mrs. Hua and other famous and powerful people are also watching curiously.

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When the sword energy overflows into the universe, it means that this challenge begins.

Compared to when Wang Qinhe challenged An Le, in this battle, An Le counterattacked and ranked higher.

Both of them took it seriously and did not relax or neglect.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, two pairs of eyes looked at each other, one was elegant, the other was heroic, and only the two of them, covered in moonlight, could be seen.

Both of them are the best among their peers, and being on the Little Holy List means they are good people. Therefore, neither one is willing to give in easily, and both want to overpower the other.

An Le Yu wants to defeat Ximen Qiuhua and cultivate invincibility. As the beginning of the battle in Lin'an, this battle is very important to him. If he loses in the first battle, the blow will be absolutely huge. Not to mention cultivating invincibility, his spirit

All will be weakened.

And Ximen Qiuhua is also full of fighting spirit. Anle wants to step on him to cultivate invincibility. Ximen Qiuhua will naturally not let him succeed easily. Going all out is the greatest respect for Anle and for Anle to walk this difficult legend.

Road respect!

Five fingers and one hook, the sound of the piano is resounding, and the invisible energy has arisen and melted into the mind.

It was like a small snake dragging the airflow, quickly escaping out, like an arrow, shooting towards Anle.

Qingshan gently lifted up and pointed at the little snake that was coming from the air flow. The little snake fell apart. Anle felt a surge of momentum, his sword finger pressed down gently, and the sword energy was close!

The sharp spring breeze suddenly turned into a sharp sword energy, cutting down suddenly like a straight line.

Ximen Qiuhua's body drifted to one side, and a strand of hair was cut off and fell on the piano. It was hit by the sound of the piano again and flew out of thin air.

The sound of the piano is one wave after another, and the sound of the piano seems to be transformed into a wild beast rushing out with energy.

"palace."

His mind was agitated, and in the Niwan Palace between Ximen Qiuhua's eyebrows, there were spirits competing for his eyes.

The corners of his lips parted slightly, and the sound of the piano floated out.

All around Anle are ferocious beasts transformed by the sound of the piano, which are even more sharp. The sound of the piano trembles and generates air, and every ray of the sound of the piano turns into a chilling sound.

The energy and blood in Anle's body swayed, and the ancient demon vision suddenly appeared, like the roar of the ancient demon tiger, suppressing every beast addicted to music.

The sound of the piano exploded and turned into dense qi strings. The source of these strings was Ximen Qiuhua's fingertips. When his fingertips pulled the sound of the piano, a string was broken.

"business."

Ximen Qiuhua exhaled again, and the sound of the piano changed again and again, as if water flowing from a high mountain turned into a rushing tide!

Countless threads were cut down like countless sword energies.

An Le finally moved, the green mountain in his hand rose up, and the sword energy surged forward. When he passed it forward, a bamboo branch grew out in the distance, disturbing countless silk threads as it swayed.

Take a step forward and stare at the Qi Qi sound of the piano, which is like the flowing water of the river. As Anle Qingshan waves, there is a mighty sword Qi pouring out, brilliant and majestic, firm in faith, and unstoppable!

The soul and spirit in An Lemei's heart are also released. When the god of refinement sets foot in the fourth realm, he already has a good demeanor. The shadow of the sword waterfall appears, as if an invisible rainstorm is falling, and the rain contains sword energy!

Anle crushes the sound of the piano step by step. Every time he takes a step forward, his body surges with pride, his fighting spirit rises, and his momentum becomes higher and higher!

The distance between Ximen Qiuhua and Ximen Qiuhua was only thirty steps, but it was filled with dense piano sounds and floating piano wires, and every strand of piano wire was as sharp as cutting one's head.

Anle used the bamboo sword technique to cut a path roughly.

The confrontation between the two can be divided into two types, the confrontation in the mind and the confrontation in techniques.

The sword energy is approaching, hiding Mo Chi in the darkness, bringing a killing blow at any time, while Ximen Qiuhua blocks the surrounding area with the sound of the piano, and is alert to the location of the sword energy, and does not give any chance of comfort. This is a mental confrontation.

The battle of techniques is the overlapping and changing of each piano sound, and the murderous intention brought by it is all chopped off by Anle with the bamboo branch sword technique. This is the battle of techniques!

Ximen Qiuhua's head swayed slightly, and he was playing with the strings with both his left and right hands. His face turned slightly pale, and his mind began to overdraw.

"horn!"

Ximen Qiuhua's eyes narrowed, and he pressed down his hands violently. The sound of the piano seemed to stop for an instant, but the next moment, Ximen Qiuhua's long fingers kept tapping on the piano.

"Cai Nu used to make the sound of Hujia, and every time she played it, there were eighteen beats out of ten."

This is the eighteen shots of Hujia!

Bang bang bang!

On the roof, the black tiles exploded, and the fragments of the eighteen black tiles exploded, instantly causing the music to sound like running water turning into a desert wind!

An Le holds the Qingshan Sword and changes again, moving forward with the youthful sword technique. The youthful spirit soars into the sky and cuts away the yellow sand in the sky!
To be continued...