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"What do A Yuan think of him?" Lou Yi stood beside Lu Xueyuan, quietly looking at her profile, his mind not entirely on the ring.

Lu Xueyuan carefully distinguished the moves of the two people on the ring, and compared and analyzed: "Yan Chu's moves are vicious, but they are not life-threatening, and that man's spells are flexible, especially the talismans, he used them vividly, and he didn't give a damn at all.

If the opponent has a chance to attack, it seems that he is from a family of cultivators."

The other disciples in the audience, because some of them had placed a lot of bets, were all anxious and anxious. They kept shouting towards the stage: "Hit him! Beat him! Yan Chu, I have invested all my wealth in you."

It’s on me!”

"Please watch the game in a civilized manner and don't make too much noise to disturb the disciples competing on the field!" The senior brothers of the Qingya Club stopped them.

"No, he's thinking of an attack!" Lu Xueyuan was not disturbed by the noise just now, but was concentrating on watching the game.

Lou Yi followed her gaze and saw two people on the ring, fighting to the death without distinction. The son of a family who cultivated immortals on the right had the talismans in his hand one after another, forming a complete circle in the air.

, blocking the opponent's attack.

Although the disciple Yan Chu has terrifying attack power, he is helpless at this moment. But just now, he took advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness and used a long sword with a sharp edge.

Incomparably, with a piercing cold light, it attacked directly towards the talisman on the opposite side.

"Good guy! The Xiao family's swordsmanship!" someone said while watching.

"Yeah! I didn't expect him to learn the Xiao family's swordsmanship from his mother's family! It's really amazing!"

"Look! I said, you are right to press him!"...

The disciples below, who were looking sad just now, suddenly changed their expressions at this moment, and each of them became excited and happy. In their eyes, with superior talents, family secrets, and a set of theoretical spells from Qingya Mountain, this first one can win.

The opponent who breaks through the foundation building stage is definitely him!

At this time, Lu Xueyuan noticed these excited people in the audience, and suddenly wondered: "It is clear that the one opposite is from a family of cultivators, why are everyone betting on Yan Chu? Could it be that now, even betting on games, only Jing Luo

Is your shirt disrespectful?"

She really didn't understand that although Yan Chu was very talented, the most dazzling thing was the family background of the richest man, which was much more powerful than his own ability. On the contrary, he was a disciple of this immortal cultivating family, who usually acted in a low-key manner, and now he didn't even have a name.

I couldn't even call him.

Lou Yi glanced at the two people on the stage indifferently and said in her ear: "A Yuan doesn't know something. Although this Junior Brother Li comes from a family of cultivators, his parents died early and he was taken care of by his aunt.

Big, people in the family probably don’t care about him, they just say he has a last name!”

"Another poor person!" Lu Xueyuan couldn't help but said in her heart when she heard Lou Yi's explanation. Then she reacted quickly and asked: "You haven't been in Qingya Mountain for a long time, how did you know about it?"

Lou noticed that she had asked this question. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed in a low voice and said: "A Yuan misunderstood. Although I have been here not long ago, I am still a prince after all. All kinds of disturbances in the Nine Desires and Fourteen States,

I still know a little bit. So..." He said, then fell silent and started to talk to Lu Xueyuan.

"So what?" Lu Xueyuan didn't know why and looked up at him.

"So I have developed a pair of discerning eyes. Let me tell you, all the disciples here today combined are not half as powerful as our A-Yuan!"

As he spoke, he leaned closer and looked directly at Lu Xueyuan with a pair of loving eyes.

Lu Xueyuan felt numb all over when he saw him like this, his earlobes suddenly turned red, and ripples in his heart rippled in circles.

"Ayuan, what do you think I said?" Lou Yi didn't know when he learned to be so frivolous, and asked with a deliberately evil smile.

"Boring." Lu Xueyuan didn't even look at him. He directly covered half of his face with his hands and continued the competition in the stands.

In the next second, when Yan Chu was about to raise his sword to attack, the person on the opposite side discovered the flaw unpreparedly, and directly hit his right leg with a talisman, causing him to somersault and fall to the ground.

"Dang!" There was a sound, and the sound of gongs was still lingering.

The sound lingered, and the teacher responsible for judging the time sounded the terminator.

"This time, Li Weiqing wins!" After the teacher finished speaking, the scene suddenly became chaotic. Everyone regretted why they had bet on Yan Chu in the first place, otherwise they would not have lost so many spiritual stones at once!

Immediately afterwards, the names of the two people slowly appeared on the Wentian Scroll, and after a while, they saw that they corresponded to their respective cultivation levels.

"Li Weiqing, break through the foundation building! Yan Chu, build the second phase of the foundation!" the teacher shouted.

There was a burst of complaints, and everyone cast resentful glances at Yan Chu who had ended up, and some even fainted on the spot.

"Hey, a small gamble makes you happy, but a big gamble hurts your health!" Lu Xueyuan looked at the chaos at the scene and said these words.

Lou Yi smiled nonchalantly, and then said to her: "Oh? Then what size does A Yuan think is enough to make a big bet?"

"More than one hundred spirit stones! It's considered a big gamble!" Lu Xueyuan stretched out a finger and said without thinking.

At this moment, the next competition came.

This scene is between Junior Brother Wushuang and an unknown disciple.

That disciple is just a passer-by in Qingya Mountain. He has no reputation and no one pays attention to him, so he should not be a difficult opponent.

When Lu Xueyuan saw this, he smiled happily.

Lou Yi just glanced at her, then guessed her thoughts, and said with a smile: "A Yuan really has the heart of a Bodhisattva."

Lu Xueyuan turned a deaf ear and focused on the competition.

The opponents in this match were not strong, and everyone below them was weak and had no energy. But Lu Xueyuan was the only one who clenched his fists and secretly cheered for Junior Brother Wushuang.

I saw that the two people on the stage didn't have enough spiritual power and magic, so they started to use their hands, causing a group of people below to burst into laughter. Everyone was a serious disciple, and they all relied on their own unique magic, talents and unique skills to show each other.

This is the first time I have seen a fair competition with bare hands like this. Those disciples laughed and said, "When did the Qingya Mountain cultivation competition become like children's play house?"

"Hahahahaha!" Then, a group of people started laughing.

Lu Xueyuan glanced at the group of people in the distance, feeling angry and displeased in his heart. But there was a competition on the stage, so he couldn't say much. He could only pray in his heart that Wushuang could pass the competition smoothly, so that he could teach them some lessons.

But at this moment, the scene on the ring began to become chaotic. I don’t know if it was caused by the laughter of the group of people below. Wushuang and another disciple began to fight wildly. First, the disciple lived in Wushuang’s

He picked up his clothes, kicked him in the chest, and yelled: "The child of a fireman is worthy of studying here! Mother, I will beat you to death today!"

Then an overwhelming number of fists were thrown at Wushuang. He was already weak and easily restrained by the opponent, and because his hair had not grown thin for a long time and covered his eyes, his movements were a little slow, so he seemed clumsy even in fighting back.

"Wushuang!" Lu Xueyuan exclaimed and couldn't help but want to rush forward to protect him, but Lou Yi stopped him with one hand and shook his head at her.

"Pay attention to the rules of the competition!" the senior brother of the Qingya Club shouted, and sure enough, the movements of the disciple's hands slowed down. Just when everyone thought he was sure to win and the competition was about to end, the scene

But it is irreversibly and rapidly developing in the other direction.

The most terrifying scene happened!

Lu Xueyuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and she covered her mouth with both hands. She wanted to scream but couldn't. Although she had died once, this was the first time she saw a living person standing straight and dead.

In front of her, the scene was so violent and bloody that she suddenly felt her stomach churn and she couldn't help but want to vomit.

Wushuang was seen holding a sharp blade that he took out from nowhere. The moment the disciple turned around, he aimed it directly at his back and stabbed him more than a dozen times, as if to vent his anger, but also to express his anger.

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Immediately afterwards, blood flowed out, and the man's body was like a sieve, and the blood spurted out and splashed on the faces of the disciples in the front row.

Then screams, shouts, exclamations and fear all came over, and the teachers and senior brothers in charge of the scene all rushed forward and threw a

He held Wushuang down and sent the fallen disciple directly to Qingwu Pavilion for treatment.

Lu Xueyuan looked at Wushuang on the ring. He was being tightened with a rope without any resistance. He only heard the sound of the sharp blade in his hand falling to the ground with a clang. After that, he could no longer see that little

Young man.

Much later, Lu Xueyuan thought, if he could have spoken out to stop the group of people below when they were laughing loudly, and if he could have bravely fought back when the opponents above were scolding, he would have been able to see Wushuang being bullied and isolated earlier in his life.

When a person is thirteen or fourteen years old, if you can give him more care, maybe everything will be different.

But there are no ifs in life.

When Lu Xueyuan stood on the stage, her eyes were still slightly bloodshot, showing unbelievable shock and incomparable self-blame and resentment. Countless voices in her mind were thinking back, "If you were more caring and tender, then

Maybe the child won’t be like this!”

"A Yuan! A Yuan!" Lou Yi shouted to Lu Xueyuan from the audience.

But it was as if she couldn't hear it. The hand holding the Gushen Sword couldn't help shaking, and her eyes were full of indifference, as if she was in a secret forest that belonged only to herself.

"My slave, this is all you can do."

In Lu Xueyuan's eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of feet walking in. The man was dressed in black and luxurious clothes. Before he got close, he smelled a ghostly woody fragrance, which for no reason made people feel reassured.

Suddenly her trembling hand was held by a pair of big hands. He leaned in front of him, raised her other arm from behind, put it close to her ear, breathed out gently, and said seductively:

"watch out!"