Xiao Qinghe did not expect that he had to make up his mind to give a lesson. As a result, not only did he fail to teach others, but he was suppressed and he did not fight back.

The other side's spiritual sword is not an ordinary routine, and every time it is dangerous and dangerous, Xiao Qinghe has to play the spirit of twelve points, but still tired of confrontation.

The most amazing thing is that the other side's repairs can't be sensed. Every time Xiao Qinghe thinks that the other party is already the end of the strong, this person can still support with Xianli, and it doesn't seem to be difficult.

What is this monster...

The more you fight, the more Xiaoqing River is scared.

Moreover, the juvenile has always been a gesture that is not too slow, like a strolling in the air, and the eyes are not shocked, and there has never been a trace of nervous emotion.

He not only completely suppressed himself, but even suppressed it casually, not at all!

At this conclusion, Xiao Qinghe only felt that he was going to die.

He gritted his teeth and blocked a sword, and his throat was sweet.

The situation on the stage has long been seen by other people. Not only the other three immortals except Yu Chu are very surprised, but the disciples are even more shocked.

Complete repair of skills and skills!

How can this be!

"I am not mistaken..."

"Xiao Shixiong actually has no power to fight back!"

The disciples of the Xianmen murmured in disbelief, and the horrified eyes fell on the teenagers in the field.

The hilt was stopped at the heart of Xiaoqing River, and the young man looked lightly and looked at him coldly.

Xiao Qinghe suddenly understood.

In the trial, this kid has never touched his body, and every time he hits with a hilt – obviously it is obvious!

Moreover, deliberately hanging on and off, I am afraid I want someone to see clearly...

Xiao Qinghe gritted his teeth, and his heart became more and more certain. This kid’s thoughts on the wind master...

The young man has already received the spirit sword and is ready to retreat. Xiao Qinghe suddenly whispered: "I was wrong in the past, and the master respected you. There is really no thought in the furnace."

Xuan zero slender fingers.

"But you can respect the Master... There is no need to pass the thoughts now?" Xiao Qinghe licked his lips.

Xuan was quiet and silent, staring at him quietly.

Xiao Qinghe smiled again and whispered: "You and I are the same..."

The young boy slightly picked up the delicate eyebrows. From the very beginning, he did not feel the sound of his face. He finally showed a bit of dissatisfaction. He said: "I am different from you."

“What's the difference?” Xiao Qinghe was the most incomprehensible of this young boy, but he didn't show his appearance. He raised his eyebrows maliciously. "Don't you think about the Master every day, thinking about what you shouldn't think every night... If the Master is willing to do it with me..."

His words have not been finished yet, and the opposite boy raised his throat for a moment, and his eyebrows sparkled.

The eyes were too cold, and it seemed to ignite the wrath of the sky. The sword appeared in the slender fingers, and Xiao Qinghe clearly felt a kind of pressure from the other side.

It’s not the power of Xianli’s cultivation...

The thought was just a flash, and he shouted in amazement: "You can't kill me! I admit defeat!"

The hilt was intercepted by Xianli at a distance not far from his heart. A white-bearded fairy on the high platform stood up and frowned. "He has already conceded."

This is what Xuan said.

The sword stagnated in the air, and was blocked by Xianli. The young man was coveted and took the sword away.

In the eyes of the disciples who were shocked and admired, he returned to the high platform, only to reveal his soft eyes, the slender fingers of the sword, and picked up the teapot to re-add the hot tea to the master.