I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

"...In summary, I think the champion of this competition is crazy!" Xuanyuan Cheng is a serious man.

An Lin was red on the side of her eyes, and her heartache was gone: I am, my 100,000 Lingshi!

Can you blame Cheng Ge?

Seeing him as a serious man is a real analysis, An Lin is really embarrassed to blame him!

At this time, the four-in-two test began.

In the first game, Zhang Yan played against Tang poetry. In the second game, Lu Ren was in a fierce battle.

Tang Shiyuan has a white dress and a beautiful face. The whole person is as natural and beautiful as a hibiscus. The hand is holding a cloud-like sword like a fog. It is like a dream, looming.

She is estimated to be the object of many men's admiration of Wanling Xianzong. When she appeared, she attracted the thunderous cheers of countless male disciples.

Relatively speaking, the appearance of the big Zhang Yan is unremarkable.

The same is the Tianjiao of Wanling Xianzong. Why is the gap so big?

Anlin caressed his chin and quickly found the answer.

In fact, Xiu Xianjie... is also a world of looking faces!

If Zhang Yan’s face is replaced by Xuan’s face, the shouts on the scene will definitely not be lower than Tang Shi’s!

"Come on, soup poetry!" An Lin also shouted.

Xuanyuan was shocked by the sudden scream of Anlin, and looked at him strangely.

An Lin’s heart is collapsing. He can do it for Tang Shiyuan. It seems that there is only such a thing.

Ten thousand Lingshi... This is not a small amount, but enough to buy a low-grade elixir. If it is drowned, it is really heartbreaking.

The battle between Tang Shiyuan and Zhang Yan finally broke out.

At the beginning of the battle, it entered the stage of white heat. The Bai Yun sword of Tang Shiyuan was exquisite, and the long and false swords were unstoppable. Zhang Yan is red in the body, with a red flame covering the whole body. Like the ancient gods, each shot contains extremely powerful power.

The collision between the two caused extremely fierce fluctuations in the venue. The sword of Tang Shiyuan was cut on Zhang Yan’s fist and could only draw a very small blood mark, but Zhang Yan’s fist carrying the giant force could directly shock her. .

Anlin looked nervous and shouted loudly.

Xuan Chengcheng saw that Anlin seemed to pay close attention to Tang Shiyuan. He smiled and asked: "When she waits for her end, do you want me to introduce you to each other?"

Anlin heard a message and then realized that Cheng Ge seemed to have misunderstood something. He even waved: "Cheng brother, don't do this, I have enough white."

The big white dog next to it shocked and walked a few steps in silence.

Xuanyuan was also looking at Anlin with a look of surprise, as if he had once again met this man.

An Lin: "..."

This is a joke, hello!

While talking, Tang Shiyuan and Zhang Yan’s battle reached the last moment.

"Honglianyan dog!" Zhang Yan shouted, and the double fists instantly shot more than a dozen red flame giant dogs, and swooped toward Tang Shiyuan.

"Yunfei dances." Tang Shiyuan's lips are slightly open, and the cloud-changing cloud sword rises and fogs, so that she is also covered in a fog.

"Hey!" She moved, and the speed was very fast!

Boom!

The red fire dog rushed to her, but she was evasive by her extremely dexterous pace, and violently exploded next to her.

"The winners and losers have been divided." Xuanyuan honestly smiled.

The misty body escaped all the attacks of Zhang Yan, and he came to his side in a blink of an eye. The white cloud sword flashed past and a huge **** mouth was drawn.

"Oh..." The blood splattered, and Zhang Yan retreated.

But the white mist flashed, and the long sword of Tang Shiyuan was re-arranged on Zhang Yan's neck.

"This is really beautiful!" Even Anlin couldn't help but marvel.

The celestial beings of the younger generation are truly bright.

"Tang poetry, win!" The elders in charge of the referee came out.

The voice just fell, the audience burst into cheers again, and Anlin also cheered, because the victory of Tang Shiyuan, finally let him see a little hope of winning!

In the second match, Lu Ren was in a fierce battle.

Lu Ren is a handsome man with a scholarly atmosphere. He is similar to An Lin in appearance, and he is a handsome guy. The enthusiasm is a lazy look. When Lu Ren sees his cheeks, his eyes are round and round, and he also has an inexplicable war.

Therefore, there is no doubt that Lu Ren’s debut has been cheered by the female disciples. As for the frenzy... In the same main peak, there are still many disciples who cheer for it.

Lu Ren uses a sword and a long sword to sway, containing the artistic concept of Tai Chi, and can also condense the white hood like Xuan Zhencheng, covering it.

Unfortunately, his realm is not deep enough, and the Wanling Taiji Road has not been realized, so the role of this hood is very limited.

On the contrary, the madness of the knife, the offensive is unparalleled.

His knives are extremely horrible, and the more he is mad, the more imposing...

So soon, the war situation evolved into a frenzy that has been attacking, and Lu Ren has been beaten.

In the end, Lu Ren was cut a few knives, lying on the ground and raising his hand to surrender.

Fanaticism put away the knife, his face was disdainful, and he was not cut off.

As a result, the scene was once again in a state of anger, especially female disciples, especially emotionally excited.

"Ah...! How do you start so hot!"

"Oh... my brother Lu Ren, fanatic, you are really abnormal!"

"Hey, what if you win the enthusiasm, Lu Yun is still my second male!"

"Xiaoqing, you really can talk today, don't hesitate me to chase you for so many years, am I your first male god?"

"No, my first male **** is Xuanyuan."

"..." A male disciple broke his heart.

......

Facing the noisy voice, the enthusiasm licked his ears and walked down the bench.

After watching the game, Anlin sank into contemplation.

The frenzy of this game won very easily, and maybe there is still no use for the cards; on the other hand, Tang Shiyuan, Yunfei is the last resort that she used to win the game. Can such a card really win the enthusiasm?

I have to say that it is really very hung, and combined with the analysis before Xuan Chengcheng, Anlin is nervous again.

Must do something ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can't sit still!

From the start of the finals, there is still a period of time, what can he do during this time...

With! Anlin’s eyes lit up.

He asked: "Cheng Ge, what is the reward for this Zongmen than the winner?"

Xuanyuan did not think much, and replied: "The first 16 of Dabi have spiritual rewards, and the top four can get a first-class gift from the sect."

An Lin smiled: "That is to say, the first place in this Zongmen Dabi is a reward for the first-order spirits and Lingshi? How many Lingshi?"

Xuan Yucheng: "The first four disciples, the first 30,000 Lingshi, the second 20,000 Lingshi, the other two 10,000 Lingshi."

"Haha, this way, then I will go to the frenzy to cheer up!" An Lin waved away.

Xuanyuan looked at Anlin’s back and gave a slight whisper, muttering to himself: “An Lin’s classmate, your taste is really unique...”