Qing Huan's move obviously didn't put the compassionate teacher too much in his eyes. Master Compassionate is also considered the No. 1 figure in the martial arts, but at this martial arts conference, in the martial arts arena, she was so despised by a junior. In today's competition, she won the dishonorable. Shame on losing.

In such an embarrassing situation! Suddenly, the compassionate master was so angry that his hands were shaking.

Baiyue is a clever person. She knows she can’t let Master fall into such an unbearable situation. She flies on the stage with a sword, and when she arrives in front of Qinghuan, she clasps her hands and said: "Girl, my master is a senior. It’s a bit wrong to compete with you. The girl doesn't give up, how about letting the poor ni generation master compete with you?"

Hearing that, Master Cixin was too appreciative, and Qinghuan also gave Baiyue a playful look. This nun was clever, not only saved the face of Compassion, but also raised her position in Compassion's heart. If she is an ordinary person, she will agree to the promise, but it is a pity that she is not an ordinary person. "No, I don't want to, I don't agree."

"You—" Bai Yue was speechless in annoyance. This little girl is so young, how can she talk and do things so unforgivingly!

"Previously, this teacher defended the ring too much. I wanted to challenge. Naturally, it was with her, but you wanted to replace it. Is this martial arts conference just saying that it's impossible?" Qing Huan's voice was crisp, "This hero post has been posted. When you go out, the heroes of the world gather here. Is it possible to see that your Nanhai faction keeps the rules at nothing in order to save face?"

There was also a voice of approval under the ring. "The little girl is right. This is not a competition, but a competition for the position of the leader. How can there be an alternative to the competition?"

"Yes, could it be that the old nun of Compassionate Heart is afraid of losing, so he dare not fight, so he asked his apprentice to replace him?"

"..."

The dense discussion in the audience was endless, and the face-friendly Master Tai was so angry that her eyes were flushed. She suffered a lot from this little girl, and she must not give up like this! Thinking of this, she snorted coldly: "Little Demon Girl, if you insist on doing this, when you know the competition, you will be injured in the slightest, and you will die in the worst. The poor nun won't let you!"

"Wow, my life is here. The teacher is too capable, so please come and get it." With that, Qing Huan smiled slyly and raised his hands. Everyone in the audience hasn't seen what's going on, Master Compassionate. Holding the Duchen longsword in embarrassment and avoiding it, it was too late, and a faint blood stain appeared on his cheek.

"It's impossible to underestimate me." Qing Huan said with a smile.

On the observation platform not far away, the heads and faces of the heads were all pale. This little girl didn’t know where she came from, her martial arts skills were strange and unpredictable, she was actually a way they had never seen before, she just moved, she should have a weapon, but the moment was too fast, and she didn’t know exactly what she was using. What hurts the compassionate teacher too.

Look, this woman is very close to the right guardian of the Demon Cult. Isn't she a member of the Demon Cult again? If so, it is really a rival.

Master Compassionate has traveled too many years, and he has never suffered such a loss. It is still in the hands of a little girl. She was full of irritation and turned into a murderous intent, no longer merciful immediately, and the whiskey swords all shot together towards Qing Huan. The female disciples in the audience shouted in exclamation. They hadn't seen Master Whistling the Long Sword and used it for several years. Is this little girl so capable that even Master has to go all out?

Facing the offensive of Master Cixin, Qing Huan just tilted her head and smiled. When Master Cixin was too close, her figure quickly dodged like a ghost. With a flick of her finger, the long sword and whisk were tightly clasped. Together, not only that, Master Compassionately wailed suddenly and fell to the ground on one knee. The whisk and the long sword that had made countless people frightened reached Qing Huan's hands.

What kind of martial arts is this, no one can see exactly what kind of weapon she was using, and how she escaped the blow of the compassionate master!

The eyes of the people looking at Qinghuan suddenly became more awed and jealous. The little girl was young and looked at most fifteen or six years old, but she was so superb that she was able to subdue the compassionate teacher in one move. How terrible it is to also take the opponent's weapon!

Qinghuan threw the whisk and the long sword in front of Compassion, and smiled: "You are not good, I don't like it, you can take it back."

The kindness suffered this great humiliation, how can I get up, for a long while, angered, and vomit a mouthful of blood! Upon seeing this, Baiyue hurriedly brought a few masters and sisters to the stage to help Master Compassionate too much.

After this battle, the Nanhai faction is afraid that it will become the laughing stock of martial arts from a respectable and upright sect.

"Miss, what kind of kung fu is this?" Poppy was pleasantly surprised. He originally thought that hairpin would be like himself, good at witch Gu but not good at martial arts. He didn't expect...deserving of the daughter of the leader!

"Do you want to learn?" Qing Huan asked. "I can teach you."

Although the man Poppy looks a bit sissy, he also really values ​​his love and righteousness. He can be said to be like brothers and sisters with the female ghost Haitang. Because of mystery, he hates Shaolin Temple extremely and wants to avenge the female ghost Haitang more than once. , It's a pity that Xuan Ji avoided the world and practiced hard since then. He couldn't find anyone twice, so he could only give up. "Okay! If you teach me, I will also teach you to use hidden weapons."

People who have a sincere heart can easily win the favor of Qinghuan, which is much better than the decent ones who always keep a hand in hiding. Qinghuan smiled wittyly: "Okay, we're all set, I will teach you martial arts in the future, and you will teach me hidden weapons."

The conversation between the two of them caused a lot of dissatisfaction, but it was a pity that no one dared to come forward. Qing Huan clicked on one foot, stood on top of the stone lion, and said aloud: "You still have to challenge you. If you don't, the seat of the martial arts leader is mine."

Several heads glanced at each other, the head of the Kunlun faction gritted his teeth, came to the ring in several strides, and said one-handedly: "The head of the Kunlun faction is an extraordinary way. I have come to ask the girl for two tricks. Girl, please."

He is born with supernatural power, especially good at using swords. He has already practiced the seventh level of the sword technique with one hand. He thinks he is more powerful than compassion, and he also thinks that if he can't subdue Qinghuan, how can he talk about destroying the demon sect?

"You are much better than the old nun! She called me a demon, but you called me a girl." Qing Huan smiled at Lu Bufan. "I won't hurt you too much."

Hearing that, Lu Bufan was so angry and funny, the little girl was too mad, and the little girl laughed at the height of the sky. "This should be what Lu said. Why should the girl wade into this muddy water at a young age? If you don't turn around and go back, let this matter go, Lu can guarantee that the girl will go home safely."

There was also a bit of sincere concern in his tone. Qinghuan accepted it, but his face was strange and strange, "I'm going to make a move."

When the words fell, Lu Bufan didn't see exactly how she moved her hand. People were still standing there, but he felt that some kind of sharp weapon broke through the air, making his back numb and his hair standing straight! Lu Bufan took the initiative to block the knife in front of his chest, hearing only a few clear and pleasant sounds, he lowered his head and saw that the silver knife was wrapped with a few extremely thin white silk threads.

The silk thread looked like silk, but it showed some kind of silver light. Looking along the silk thread, it was the hand of the little girl. What strength Lu Bufan is, but Qinghuan can contain him with one hand without any effort.

Lu Bufan was shocked in his heart, only by this move he knew that he was not the opponent of this little girl, but everyone had already arrived on the stage, if he failed without a fight, he would not be as good as Master Compassionate! He bears the reputation of the Kunlun School, and definitely can't lose face.

So sometimes these people are very tired. They fight if they can, or run if they can't. What a simple matter, it must be so complicated. Qinghuan smiled, her fast-moving eyes couldn't see it clearly from beginning to end. When she stood still, Master Cixin lost too much, and Lu Bufan lost too.

Lu Bufan wanted to fight again, but Qinghuan stood there seven steps away, playing fun blowing off the beard from the palm of his hand. He was startled and looked down, only to find that his elegant beard had been severed!

In other words, if the other party deliberately takes his life, he is already dead at the moment.

Lu Bufan's face suddenly appeared dispirited, and he folded his hands: "It's Lu Mou who lost, the girl is so martial arts, Lu Mou is willing to go down the wind." As he said, he had already stepped out of the ring.

Qing Huan looked around the crowd proudly, and still said loudly: "I heard that you have a martial arts wizard in the Central Plains, a monk named Xuan Ji, can this master be here today? If he can beat me, this lord I don’t want it, but if he loses...hehe."

Xuan Ji?

Who knows where Master Xuanji is! Since the Demon Cult's vitality was badly injured three years ago, Master Xuanji has disappeared because of this. No one knows his whereabouts, so how can he come out to fight?

Regardless of everyone’s surprised expressions, Qing Huan didn’t tell these people what she said: “I know you’re here, the martial arts conference is such an important thing, how come you, a sorrowful and compassionate monk, aren’t there? Xuan Ji, if you don’t Come out, I will kill everyone!"

After speaking, she didn't care if anyone answered, her index finger popped a thread and went straight to Baiyue below the stage.

Baiyue's martial arts is not bad, but how can it be compared with Qinghuan, can only watch the thread break through the air, and then penetrate the chest-at this moment, a burst of sandalwood scent fills the nose, familiar and tall figure Blocked in front of her. For a moment, Bai Yue's eyes were sore, and she was heartbroken, but she didn't know how to call the other person.

Qing Huan looked at Xuan Ji curiously. Warm and moist as jade, his black eyes are as deep as water, and his temperament is holy. At this moment, he stands with one hand, but the other hand grabs her silk thread, and says "Amitabha Buddha" indifferently.

Because of Xuan Ji's appearance, everyone's emotions were also agitated, as if Xuan Ji's appearance gave them a backbone, and finally there was a person who could be the master.

No one is unconvinced in Xuanji, because he is the incarnation of the Buddha, saving all beings and suffering for all beings. When he appeared, all the noise ceased, and the world was so quiet and pure.

"Heh!" Poppy's mocking sneer broke the calm. "Isn't this the eminent monk who avenged his grievances? Why, you didn't die? Oh... I want to. Even though you killed the person who saved you, you did take the medicine, no wonder it's no wonder."