The sound of "clang" of the intersection of golden swords came from the ring again, and the body of the Demon-Slaying Blade hiding in the phantom was blocked by the fairy sword dragon flame in Xia Jian's hand. Xia Jian was forced to retreat two feet by this strong recoil, and only stopped when he reached the edge of the ring.

Han Xue, who was a few feet away, was so exhausted that she knelt on the ground with a pale face, and barely supported her body with the Demon-Slaying Blade that had just returned to her hand.

A trace of sadness flashed in Han Xue's eyes, "Have you failed again? Did I really fail on the ring again? This failure means there is no chance to go on the ring, but can I do this? There is only a trace of true energy left. I promised the head master to make me famous in Shangqing Palace in this cultivation conference. However, I was defeated by the cultivator in front of me who was out of the body, and I was defeated so miserably. I just wanted to simply repay the kindness of Shangqing Palace for raising me so hard?"

"Puchi!" Xia Jian was not very happy either. The recoil force just now was too great. Xia Jian's lungs churned and couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.

"Miss Hanxue is such a Thousand Illusion Slash, you can be careful!" Xia Jian stood up and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his hands. Hanxue, who was pale and could only rely on the demon-slaying blade to support him.

"You—." Han Xue also said that Xia Jian was talking sarcastic.

"If I remember correctly, you have already lost to my junior nephew once! If you lose to me this time, are you not qualified to be on this arena?" Xia Jian's words were just about to hit Han Xue's pain.

Han Xue slowly stood up, gritted her teeth and said to Xia Jian: "I-I will not admit defeat." Her tone was full of strength and stubbornness.

"Can you continue? Or you can throw away the knife in your hand and try to walk two steps?" Xia Jian opened his eyes wide and looked at Han Xue, who was exhausted from his true energy, with interest.

"Hmph! Let's go!" Han Xue heard Xia Jian's aggressive general and put aside the Demon-Slaying Blade. As soon as she stepped out, her legs became weak and she was about to fall on the ring.

The moment Han Xue was about to fall to the ground, Xia Jian walked hard to walk to Han Xue and supported Han Xue.

"Stop being stubborn, continue to do this after all, aren't you afraid of being injured in the energy?"

Han Xue saw that Xia Jian was actually holding him and wanted to push Xia Jian away, but she didn't have the slightest strength.

"What a rude, I actually hugged other women in public, in front of everyone, Humph! I want him to look good when I get off the ring." Ao Ling'er watched Xia Jian hugging Han Xue off the scene, and she could almost hang an oil bottle when she pouted her mouth.

"Beauty, that fat man doesn't want you anymore. Master Dao, I'll take you in. What do you think?" Wang Zhiyuan, a disciple of Kunlun Sect, who was sitting near Ao Ling'er, said to Ao Ling'er.

"You?" Ao Ling'er opened her eyes wide and looked at Wang Zhiyuan up and down.

"Me?" Wang Zhiyuan looked at Ao Ling'er and quickly straightened his waist, continuing, "Am I much better looking than that fat man? Look at my cultivation level is many times higher than that fat man. If you are willing to follow me, I can give you a medium-grade spiritual weapon and magic weapon." Wang Zhiyuan saw that Ao Ling'er was as beautiful as a flower, and had lustful thoughts, which tempted Ao Ling'er to a medium-grade spiritual weapon. For cultivators in the divine stage, the medium-grade spiritual weapon is an amazing magic weapon. Many heads of small sects are just medium-grade spiritual weapons.

"Medium-grade spiritual weapon?" Ao Ling'er still opened her eyes wide and looked at Wang Zhiyuandao, who was staring at him in a lustful manner.

"Yes, consider a medium-grade spiritual weapon?" Wang Zhiyuan thought Ao Ling'er was a little moved. For Wang Zhiyuan, a medium-grade spiritual weapon only had a medium-grade spiritual weapon. But if he could change to a stunning beauty with outstanding appearance in front of him, Wang Zhiyuan could be said to be unambiguous.

"Be your dream of spring and autumn, don't look at what you look like. Wuren is right. You are just a Kunlun monkey. You just want to pay attention to the girl! Humph! Medium-grade spiritual weapon? What is this? Have you seen it - Han Yujing, you are so poor and your monkey look disgusting. If I had done you, I would have committed suicide long ago and entered the cycle of reincarnation. Do you want to go through the tribulation and ascend to the Immortal Transformation Pool to change your appearance! I think you'd better have such a plan. The Immortal Transformation Pool is only allowed to go to by immortals, not by some monkeys." Ao Ling'er took out a quick fist and exuded an extremely cold air and attacked Wang Zhiyuan. The preciousness of the Han Yujing can be said to be many times more precious than the top-grade spiritual weapon of the Cultivation Star.

"Haha! What the younger master said is right, it's so right! Haha, I'm so laughing to death." The sword soul was about to step forward and take action at the first sentence of Wang Zhiyuan, but Ao Ling'er stopped him.

"Young Master, you are like your uncle. You are so funny. Some people are willing to be fooled by themselves as monkeys hahaha!" Jianpo even covered his stomach and laughed.

"You-you-you." Wang Zhiyuan's angry face turned blue and could not speak.

"What do I do? I have the ability to do it! Humph, I don't take it seriously yet." Ao Ling'er said to Wang Zhiyuan disdainfully. He looked like I was a dragon girl and I was afraid of whom.

Wang Zhiyuan immediately stood up, and the Kunlun Sect all stood up.

The sword soul and sword spirit also stood up, and the two sides were in a state of disagreement.

...

On the ring, Xia Jian squatted and hugged Han Xue, and asked Han Xue in a gentle tone: "Do you really care about this game?"

Han Xue couldn't help but nodded. Repaying kindness is Han Xue and Han Yu, the biggest motivation for cultivation. Now standing on the arena, isn't it just to make the Shangqing Palace famous all over the world and repay kindness with this?

"Okay, I'll let you go again and again, but next time I meet me on the ring, don't blame me for not showing mercy anymore." Xia Jian said to Han Xue with a smile.

"What the hell is he talking about?" Han Xue said suspiciously.

He lifted up the demon-slaying blade on the ground with one true energy, and in a blink of an eye, he reached Xia Jian's hand. Xia Jian held the thick hilt and looked at the demon-slaying blade that looked like the dragon-slaying sword. He turned his hand and handed it to Han Xue and said, "Get it, I'll leave."

Han Xue held the Demon-Slaying Blade in her hand. She barely supported her body with the Demon-Slaying Blade. When she wanted to avoid Xia Jian's embarrassing embrace, Xia Jian sighed softly in Han Xue's ear and whispered: "I like you, I will pursue you, wait for me!"

After Xia Jian finished speaking, only Han Xue was left on the ring, who was stunned by Xia Jian's last sentence. Xia Jian personally pinched the jade talisman of the game, and it was reported that it was outside the ring.

Han Xue was left alone in this game, and Xia Jian used jade talismans, so using this game is of course considered as Han Xue's victory.

...

Xia Jian was in a good mood. When he appeared outside the ring, he saw the scene of Ao Linger's sword soul and Kunlun disciples confronting each other. He hurriedly came to Ao Linger's side quickly.

"What's going on?" Xia Jian asked Ao Ling'er.

"It's not you." Ao Ling'er raised her clenched pink fist and punched Xia Jian in her arms.

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Xia Jian said to Ao Ling'er in confusion. Ao Ling'er's seemingly heavy fist was just because she had no real energy on her face. Otherwise, Xia Jian wouldn't be motionless!

"Uncle Master." Jianhun called Xia Jian.

Xia Jian hurriedly looked back at Jian Soul, who sent the whole story to Xia Jian.

When Xia Jian learned about it, he was furious, "My girl dares to call me, isn't this lighting a lamp in the toilet and looking for shit (death)?"

"I said Kunlun Monkey, tmd master has not taught you enough! Do you still want to try your methods?" Xia Jian said to Wang Zhiyuan and several Kunlun disciples in a fury.

The remaining disciples who had the same cultivation level as Lin Pingzhi were almost all in the early stage of distraction. If they were on the ring, they would be like Lin Pingzhi. They would take off their clothes and dance pole dance on the ring, which would be a shame!

A somewhat timid Kunlun disciple pulled Wang Zhiyuan's sleeve and whispered: "We can't do it here, otherwise Master and the others will not be able to get through!"

"Hmph! I won't bother with you this time in my Kunlun Sect, otherwise I'll think that my Kunlun Sect is rude to others. Let's take a look on the ring!" Wang Zhiyuan said, then sat down with his sleeve.

"See you on the ring, hehe!" Xia Jian raised his hand above his head and made a gesture of seeing you tomorrow to Wang Zhiyuan, with a sinister smile on his face, "Hehe! I won't I play you to death after I get on the ring?"
Chapter completed!