Chapter 4026 Thirty Thousand Years Ago: The Beginning of the Dream (33)

Early the next morning, all the disciples came to Jiuchong Peak for a one-on-one competition.

The Jiuzhong Peak has many mountains and mountains, and the immortal energy is vast and endless.

"Today is the second round of assessment for Sanqingshan's annual disciple selection." Zhishui cleared his throat and said, "The winner can participate in the next competition. If he wins again, he can successfully pass this year's assessment for Sanqingshan disciples."

Luo Qingchen stood there leisurely and contentedly, not even thinking about the weapon to use.

After all, most monks bring their own weapons. Even Xia Pan has a long sword, but she has nothing.

This is indeed a bit annoying. Without weapons, the attack will become particularly weak.

But once I'm used to using the Feng Wu Sword, other weapons don't seem to be very comfortable.

I always feel that there is absolutely no such thing as making do with the choice of weapons.

"The first group will compete in pairs -"

Although Luo Qingchen and Xia Pan were sitting in the audience, they felt inexplicably nervous. After all, some people defeated each other by crushing them.

But some people are equally powerful. Although they are not outstanding in their magic skills, they can still fight back and forth.

"The seventh group will compete in pairs -" Zhishui looked in the direction of Luo Qingchen: "Xia Pan and Fang Ying are watching."

For some reason, Zhi Shui clearly called Xia Pan's name, but he felt that his eyes were not falling on Xia Pan, but on Luo Qingchen who was sitting next to Xia Pan.

It was probably because Shisui's gaze lingered for too long, and Du Jiu Sheng, who was in a high position, not only frowned.

In the past, whether it was the first or the second game, Du Jiu Sheng had never come to watch the examination of the new disciples of Sanqing Mountain.

This is the first time...

In addition to him, another heavyweight god also arrived.

It was none other than Xia Yan, the head of Sanqing Mountain.

Therefore, this so-called one-on-one competition has become much more serious.

Xia Pan took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

Luo Qingchen did not forget to gesture towards her and said silently: Come on.

She nodded slightly and walked towards the stage...

The weapon Fang Yingkan used was a blood-ink fan. I heard that this fan had made many contributions to the land of Asakusa and was extremely spiritual.

In fact, artifacts have always been very spiritual. Although the land of Asakusa is a place of both good and evil, the blood ink fan is well deserved to be called an artifact.

It does have the qualifications to become an artifact, but the feeling of this fan is different from the folding fans that scholars often carry. It has a faint aura of chilling.

It was as if he had no intention of defending at all, and only intended to keep attacking.

Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and looked at Ying Ying who was standing above the competition platform.

Just by looking at his formation, Luo Qingchen felt that he had no intention of showing mercy.

Fortunately, yesterday she had asked Xia Pan to remember the number of immortal methods that Fang Ying should look at. After all, only in this way can absolute defense be achieved.

"Prepare--"

"Please enlighten me." Fang Yingkan showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, flicked his folding fan, and looked at Xia Pan in front of him with a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes.

In fact, Fang Ying's eyes are very beautiful, like the stars in the sky, shining like obsidian.

But at this moment, Xia Pan felt the murderous intention of the other party, not other feelings.

"Clang-" In an instant, the long sword and the folding fan collided in the air, and Xia Pan easily passed through Fang Yingkan's attack.