Lin Qianshuang shifted his gaze from the ring, and glanced at Xiao Lanle who was gradually approaching her. The two of them never said a word since they were sitting at the table during breakfast. When the Penglai Xianmen disciples were on the boat together, she could feel that Xiao Lanle avoided her approach intentionally or unintentionally, and kept a distance from her.

Apart from the fact that the two of them wanted to avoid suspicion, Junior Sister Xiao and her should have felt a little bit in their hearts during the series of incidents last night.

Lin Qianshuang stepped on the railing and looked at the ring on the sparkling lake, feeling a little panicked for some reason. In that case, what did she come to find her for.

Xiao Lanle squeezed between Lin Qianshuang and Xu Zheng, leaned against the railing next to Lin Qianshuang, and squeezed Xu Zheng to the side.

Xu Zheng wanted to say something to Lin Qianshuang alone. He was inexplicably excluded. The daughter of the head of the Penglai Immortal Sect, who is very likely to be the wife of the city lord in the future, gave him a threat and gave him a threat. The ground put his hand on Lin Qianshuang's back waist, and his eyebrows were slightly raised like a cat with frowning hair on the territory, and he didn't dare to move forward anymore.

Chen Shangqing stood far away from Xiao Lanle, his eyes rolled around them a few times, and said to Xu Zheng, "Shangying, let's go ahead."

Xu Zheng felt that it was a bit redundant to be around the two women, and felt unable to intervene. When Chen Shangqing called him, he quickly followed.

Lin Qianshuang didn't pay special attention to what was happening around him. He glanced at Xiao Lanle beside him, and then looked at the competition platform in Jinshui Lake with all his attention.

The competition on the ring has already begun.

The Penglai Immortal Sect and the Lingxiao Sword Sect were evenly matched. The disciples were evenly matched, and the winners or losers were all you come and go, until Liang Jingxuan held the pink weird sword and made his appearance in the ridicule of the disciples.

As in the original plot, after a disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect was defeated by Liang Jingxuan, the disciples who went to the competition stage again lost one after another.

Although Liang Jingxuan was holding the powerless Zixiao sword, he was extremely brave. None of the disciples who confronted him had weakened legs after receiving the sword, and they were knocked over to the ground within a few strokes.

Lin Qianshuang scorned his heart. Whatever his true strength he used, he must have used the "kingly spirit" again, otherwise the group of disciples would not have performed that much.

"Senior Sister, you are looking at the star picking sword on the competition stage intently, do you want to get it?"

Xiao Lanle was leaning against the ship rail in a spotless white dress, resting her chin with one hand, her crystal clear black eyes staring at her unblinking, as if she had been looking at her for a long time.

Lin Qianshuang's ears turned red, and he continued to look at the situation on the competition platform, and said: "The Star Picking Sword is a superb sword, I naturally want to get it."

"But Brother Chen also lost to Senior Brother Liang."

Xiao Lanle watched on the competition stage, Chen Shangqing was forced back with a sword by Liang Jingxuan's blindfold, showing a pity, and said to Lin Qianshuang, "Senior Sister, are you really sure that you can beat Brother Liang?"

"Junior Brother Liang is the leader of my sect. I can't compare to him, but no matter what the result is, I have to try it."

Lin Qianshuang said to Xiao Lanle humbly, but he was sure in his heart that a primary spirit sword appeared in his hand.

Although she is the cultivation base of the Demon Infant, she must not be too revealing. She also knows a little about the swordsmanship of the Penglai Immortal Clan, so she can only make do with it.

Now on the competition stage, Liang Jingxuan proudly released the king's spirit, and no one of the Lingxiao Jianzong and Penglai Immortal Sect disciples on the painting boat came forward to challenge. If she doesn't go up again, Liang Jingxuan's star picking sword will be Liang Jingxuan's.

When Lin Qianshuang was about to leave, the primary spirit sword in her hand was taken out, and the Suwen sword that exuded sapphire light was put into her palm by Xiao Lanle.

Xiao Lanle took Lin Qianshuang's hand and said warmly: "Senior Sister, your junior spirit sword is too poor. How can it be against Brother Liang's spirit sword? You can use my sword temporarily."

Lin Qianshuang gestured with the Suwen sword. Xiao Lanle's Suwen sword also used the psychic high-grade spirit sword. Although it was not as good as Liang Jingxuan's divine sword, it was also one of the best swords on the weapon list. Light but shaved iron like mud.

"Junior sister, thank you very much."

Lin Qianshuang thanked Xiao Lan for joy. She turned over and jumped out of her sword. The sword lightly stepped on the blue waves and turned the white waves. In the blink of an eye, she stood firmly on the competition platform.

Liang Jingxuan stood upright on the ground holding the Purple Cloud Sword wrapped in a pink scabbard. He watched the Penglai Immortal Sect disciple and the Lingxiao Sword Sect disciple who were watching the competition on the painted boat, and no one dared to play again. Ge Faner's full posture, enjoying the eyes of everyone's amazement and praise.

Humph, just you ignorant rats, dare to compare with the master of this immortal.

Zixiao Sword Spirit claims to be a prehistoric divine sword, its status is very noble, now living in the damaged sword body with a face folded, watching Liang Jingxuan give it a sigh of relief, and proudly emits a golden and purple light.

As soon as I thought, the Star Reaching Sword could immediately be used as fertilizer for its casting sword, and the body was about to be restored, and the light of the Purple Cloud Sword became more radiant.

A familiar demonic energy overflowed into Zixiao Sword Spirit's perception.

There was a graceful and refined woman holding a murderous sword and fell steadily in front of Liang Jingxuan.

Lin Qianshuang's flying robe felt like butterfly wings fluttering lightly, and the blue silk was as thick as ink. As the sword aura melted and lightly, her bright eyes floated with an imperceptible blue light, and the sword in her hand stretched out towards Liang Jingxuan. The corners of the lips raised the arc of magic, and said tenderly: "Junior Brother Liang, I am here to challenge. If you are ready, we will start."

"Senior Sister, of course I am ready, you say we will start at the beginning."

Liang Jingxuan showed an obsessive expression on his face for a moment. The sword in his hand was about to be picked up subconsciously, but it was pressed down by the sudden weight. The spine at his waist made a chucking sound. He immediately supported his waist, but the muscles in the waist and abdomen were still Strained.

He secretly scolded himself for losing face in front of his sweetheart, looking at Lin Qianshuang's eyes burning like fire, boldly and blatantly looked up and down her slender, undulating body, there were already many bad images in his mind.

Liang Jingxuan's mind became more and more wafting as she watched, and even forgot to release the king's spirit, thinking about how the senior sister came to challenge him, why he was willing to hurt her, it is better to tease her first, and then take her off the competition stage.

How could this yellow-haired girl appear here, still wearing a Renxiu disciple's uniform.

Zixiao Sword Spirit smelled the familiar devil qi, and immediately said badly, and it was the devil repairer who set him down. When it arrived in the world, the owner was ridiculed and humiliated, and then he realized that this girl had a smallpox. The rhetoric of the pendant is false, and even if its scabbard is used by a female nun, it dislikes the gaudy colors and weird ridiculous patterns.

Maybe this girl prevented it from getting the Star Reaching Sword.

However, Lin Qianshuang was once the master of the scabbard, and the Zixiao Sword must not reveal the name and identity of the original owner, thus violating its sword morality.

The Zixiao sword suddenly became a bit mad, and the sword body trembled.

Liang Jingxuan and Zi Xiaojian had the same mind, and realized what it meant to express.

"Senior, you told me to watch out for Senior Sister Lin?"

Liang Jingxuan said with a little amused disdain, "She is just a woman who wants to be loved and cared for. What's so scary about the foundation's cultivation base? If I use the king's air, doesn't it seem that I am very useless?"

"Junior Brother, it's starting."

A cold edge swept across Liang Jingxuan's neck, his head reflexively tilted, and a strand of hair drooping in the temple was neatly cut.

Lin Qianshuang's Floating Sword Art was skillfully displayed, ruthlessly attacking Liang Jingxuan's flawed moves with the most brutal moves.

Liang Jingxuan struggled to hold the heavy Zixiao sword and dodged with difficulty. Once he almost moved too much and was crushed by the weight of the scabbard, but he couldn't draw the Zixiao sword. Zixiao would see blood when he was out of the sheath. He didn't want to Harm Lin Qianshuang.

Lin Qianshuang watched Liang Jingxuan's brute force slashing movement four times slower in her eyes. The pace changed, and her posture flashed behind Liang Jingxuan. She kicked his back hard, Liang Jingxuan Suddenly one was unstable, and he fell down together with the overweight Zixiao sword in both hands, and fell on the ground with a dog chewing mud.

The Zixiao sword hit his hip/lower and made a cut. Under the eyes of everyone, his trousers were torn apart by the sword wind from nowhere, shattered into several pieces of fabric, and his lower body was empty.

Immediately, there was a roar of laughter from the painting boat full of two disciples.

"I'm not mistaken, Brother Liang turned out to be... an eunuch?"

"Then how did he defile the girl of the Chen family under the marriage tree."

"Maybe it was the girl from the Chen family who wanted the Overlord to make the hook, but Senior Brother Liang couldn't. Hahahahaha."

While on the painting boat, Chen Shangyun listened to the ridicule of the people around her with annoyance, and couldn't help but yelled: "What are you laughing at? This girl doesn't know that the young master of the Liang family is actually such a person from the palace, I I was deceived, deceived! Otherwise, how could I marry an **** if I knew it."

When Chen Shangqing saw that Chen Shangyun was about to shake the slap of her smiling sister Zhenghuan, she held her hand and said, "Shangyun, this marriage contract can be annulled. Why are you so angry? If you lose it again Facial, what will his old man think when it reaches the ears of the Patriarch?"

Chen Shangyun rushed into Chen Shangqing’s arms and cried aggrievedly: "Brother, you want to be the master of the younger sister. Nothing happened under the marriage tree. I also said that Liang Jingxuan is a dragon and phoenix among people, and a gentleman who admires him. Unexpectedly, he was a **** and useless person. He didn't do anything to me. Otherwise, you would test Yun'er's blood with the guardian Zhenshi. Yun'er and him are innocent."

Chen Shangyun was still at the head of Xiao Shen yesterday arguing that Xiao Lanle and Liang Jingxuan's marriage contract should be terminated. She kept saying that Brother Liang would not marry in this life, but now she clamored that she was cheated.

Everyone looked at Chen Shangyun's rebellion, and looked at Liang Jingxuan, who had been retired twice in a row on the competition platform and was exposed to public disability. He lost the face of the Liang family in this way. The face of Xiao Shen, the head of the Penglai Immortal Sect, was also dimmed, and the next days were afraid that it would be miserable.

Liang Jingxuan fell to the ground and stood up with the Zixiao sword without realizing what was happening until he heard the discussion on the painting boat and his torn clothing.

He looked at Chen Shangqing, who was holding Chen Shangyun's comfort, with an extremely cold expression.

When he fell, he obviously felt a sword aura coming from behind.

Senior Sister Lin only had the foundation to build a foundation, so how could she display such a pure sword energy that was just right.

Chen Shangqing! He must have done it again!

This rubbish, I dared to turn it over three times or four times to insult him, grass.

"Junior brother, are you okay, is it because I made too heavy a move? Are you okay?"

The woman squatting in front of her looked at him worriedly, her Qingli face seemed to be slightly distressed for him.

Senior Sister Lin is still so gentle, always comforting and warming him when he is upset.

Liang Jingxuan moved Lin Qianshuang's hand and stood up from the ground, looked at her affectionately, and said, "Qianshuang, even then...you are not like her, despise me?"

"Junior Brother, don't be too sad..."

Lin Qianshuang tried to suffocate a smile, her eyes still suffocated with tears, and she said in a calm tone as low as possible.

Liang Jingxuan looked at Lin Qianshuang with tears in his eyes, and seemed to feel a little touched by his situation. With a heart move, he stepped forward and hugged her, "Sister, if you want that star picking sword, I can give it to you , Don’t be sad, I won’t let you marry Chen Shangying, I know, you are still sad about this incident.”