Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping - Chapter 4026

[Chapter 4026 Thirty thousand years ago: the beginning of a dream (33)]

In the early morning of the next day, all the disciples came to Jiuchong Peak for a one-on-one competition.

Jiuchongfeng is layer upon layer upon layer upon layer upon layer upon layer upon layer, exalted with immortal spirit, stretching endlessly.

“Today is the second round of assessment for Sanqingshan’s annual disciple selection.” Zhishui Shangshen cleared his throat and said, “The winner will be able to participate in the next competition, and if he wins again, he will successfully pass this year’s assessment for Sanqingshan’s disciples.

” Qingchen stood there leisurely and contentedly, not even wanting to use the weapon yet.

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

This is indeed a bit annoying, if there is no weapon, the attack will become particularly weak.

But after using the Fengwu Sword, other weapons seemed to be difficult.

I always feel that there is absolutely no compromise in the choice of weapons.

“The first group has a two-two competition—”

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

But there are some people who are quite strong. Although the immortal skills are not very outstanding, they can still fight back and forth.

“The seventh group is going to compete in pairs—” Zhishui looked at Luo Qingchen’s direction: “Xia Pan and Fang Yingkan.” For

some reason, Zhishui clearly called Xia Pan’s name, But he felt that his gaze was not on Xia Pan, but on Luo Qingchen who was sitting next to Xia Pan.

It was probably because Zhishui’s eyes stayed there for too long, and Du Jiusheng, who was above the high position, not only frowned.

In the past, whether it was the first or the second round, Du Jiusheng had never come to watch the exams of the new disciples in Sanqing Mountain.

This is the first time…

In addition to him, another heavyweight god has 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 stood up slowly.

Luo Qingchen didn’t forget to gesture to 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 it was extremely spiritual.

In fact, artifacts have always been very spiritual. Although Asakusa is a place that is both good and evil, calling the Blood Ink Fan a artifact is well deserved.

It does have the qualifications to become a divine weapon, but this fan feels different from the folding fans that scholars often carry, it has a touch of chilling air.

It seemed that he didn’t intend to do any defense at all, but only planned to keep attacking.

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

Just looking at his posture, Luo Qingchen felt that he had no intention of breaking up and showing mercy.

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

“Get ready—”

“Please enlighten me.” Fang Yingkan saw a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, flicked his folding fan, and stared blankly at Xia Pan in front of him with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

In fact, Fang Yingkan’s eyes are beautiful, like the stars in the sky, shining like obsidian.

But at this moment, what Xia Pan felt was the other party’s killing intent, not other feelings.

“Kang Dang—” In an instant, the long sword and the folding fan collided in the air, and Xia Pan passed Fang Yingkan’s attack lightly.

[End of This Chapter]