Chapter 695: Why are the disciples so obedient (18)

Xuan zero's look did not waver, nor did he return to him. He just turned to look at Yu Chu, and the thin lips evoked a light smile. He asked: "Master?"
"Yeah." Yu Chu promised, blinked his eyes, and said, "Let's go, it's like."
"Good." The young man bent and bent, and then stepped down the high platform. While walking down the ladder, he raised his white fingers and countless pieces of ice and silver. The silver sword appeared in the slender finger.
His expression is cold, the surface of the silver sword reflects the juvenile ink color, and the ice color between the eyebrows is long and clear, and the style is unparalleled.
He said plainly: "Please ask your brother to advise."
"Where is it." Xiao Qinghe smiled.
However, he had already pulled out his sword in his hand, blinked his eyes, and made up his mind to "adept" the other side.
He passed a cruel smile.
The female disciples are all nervous.
"Is Xuan Shidi a brother opponent?"
"Xuan Shidi only cultivated for a few years, not to say that the qualifications are still normal... How can you compare Xiao brother?"
"Ah...that, it won't happen..."
"Sister Xiao should have a measure..."
They whispered, and they have already determined that the juvenile will be defeated. Looking at the slender figure, they can’t help feeling a bit of regret.
The test on the stage has begun.
Xiao Qinghe took the lead in attacking, and the movement of the sword was dazzling. Some of the fairy goddesses on the stage had touched the beard and revealed the look of approval.
As a disciple of Xianmen, Xiao Qinghe naturally has real talents and has some extraordinary talents.
"It is an individual..." There is a fairy.
"My fairy door is also a successor."
"..."
The three immortals next to me talked casually, and Yu Chu faintly drank the tea, not moving.
Finally, someone asked her: "What do you think of Feng Zun? Can you have an evaluation of your little disciple?"
Yu Chu put down the teacup and patted the sleeves casually. He said: "My family, no one can rival."
Next to the Xianzuns, they couldn’t help but smile. "Although you are a pro-disciple, you have to say that no one can be enemies, or some exaggeration."
"Yeah, after all his qualifications..."
"And it has only been cultivated for a few years."
The sages whispered and some people looked at the higher test. It was strange: "Qinghe has already used the killing, why Xuan zero has not responded..."
Everyone looked at the past.
Sure enough, Xiao Qinghe’s long sword has been straightforward, but the slender young man stood still.
The wind that the long sword picked up blew through the ink, and the young man licked his eyes and shook his fingers.
"The distance is too close, how can he hide? It’s too late to hide..."
"Or not enough experience..."
Just when a few centuries frowned and sighed, the teenager held a silver sword in one hand, and the slender figure turned up beautifully, and crossed the top of each other.
The sages widened their eyes in surprise.
The disciples watched below did not even think that the people who were not optimistic, actually escaped Xiao Qinghe’s first move so unexpectedly.
The teenager's thin lips and micro-hooks on the high platform, the silver shattered light against the ripples, like a spattered star.
When Xiao Qinghe noticed that it was wrong, it was already late.
The tip of the sword pointed directly at the heart. When it was approaching, the other party only flicked and turned the direction. The hand closed the tip of the sword and the hilt slammed into his chest.
Xiao Qinghe's body is a disorder of Xianli.
He gritted his teeth, his heart was shocked by the waves, watching the eyes of a teenager, like watching a monster.