Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hundreds of flying swords turned into streams of light and pierced down. Guo Yue widened his eyes and shouted loudly, and a protective light appeared on his hard body.

The sound of ding ding ding continued to ring, and the flying sword quickly pierced the light curtain. Guo Yue screamed and squatted down with his hands on his head.

The remaining ninety or so flying swords suddenly stopped a few inches away from his head.

Zhao Zhen stood not far away, like a deep abyss and a towering mountain, and spoke calmly:

"Brother Guo, do you want to continue?"

Guo Yue waved his hands repeatedly: "No need, no need, Junior Brother Zhao, I admit defeat!"

Although he had a muscular body, he had no confidence that he could withstand the "Hundred Swords Formation" which was famous for its killing.

"Senior Brother Zhao is so strong!!"

"You didn't even use puppets, you won with just the sword formation!"

"I suddenly think Senior Brother Zhao is so handsome!"

The female disciples who had just exclaimed at how amazing Zhang Ling was were now impressed by Zhao Zhen's charm.

Jianyue on the stage smiled at Zheng Shengmo again:

"Uncle Zheng, it is indeed your disciple who won. Congratulations."

Zheng Shengmo was startled and said quickly, "Thank you."

Shi Shuhong and Wei Shouyuan's faces turned ugly again. Ye Xiyue was so cold and arrogant that few people had seen her smile. But today she smiled twice, both times towards Zheng Shengmo.

Could it be that Fatty Zheng really got there first?

In this way, not only did he get Ye Xiyue's body, but he also got the help of the innate top-grade spiritual roots. Wouldn't he be able to advance to the God Transformation Realm soon? !

The two of them were filled with jealousy and resentment.

No, we must not let Zheng Shengmo successfully break through to the God Transformation Realm!

Jianyue sneered in his heart, Ye Xiyue, you see, I just used a little trick to make these three old perverts suspicious of each other.

Your immortal body is restricted everywhere, how can you be as unrestrained and free as my demon fetus?

Tan Tai Ming Yue suddenly said: "Xi Yue, you have changed a lot recently."

Jian Yue regained her coolness and said, "Maybe the injury hasn't healed yet."

Tan Tai Ming Yue looked at her and said nothing more.

The five peak masters each had their own thoughts and concerns, but Chun Ningzhi, who was standing behind Zheng Shengmo, was happy.

Xiyue is so enthusiastic about my master, it must be because of me, right?

Could it be that Xiyue finally understood my feelings but was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so she wanted Master to agree to my relationship with her?

The more Chun Ningzhi thought about it, the happier he became, and he looked at Ye Xiyue tenderly.

Junior Sister Xiyue, you are so silly, why don’t you just tell me how you feel?

"This guy is so powerful, Senior Brother Lan, can you beat him?"

Below the stage, a group of female disciples were cheering. Wu Yiren was not that crazy. There were many masters in the West Palace. She had seen them since she was a child and was not surprised. At this time, she asked Mo Xiaolan curiously.

Mo Xiaolan said: "This Senior Brother Zhao's sword formation is pretty good."

However, he is far inferior to Fellow Daoist Qiu.

Mo Xiaolan recalled seeing the sword formation used by Qiu Zhihe. Even though it was also the "Hundred Swords Formation", its power was incomparable to that of Zhao Zhen.

Having seen the Manchu Han Banquet, it is natural that when you look at an ordinary braised pork elbow, you will not feel anything.

Wu Yiren glared at him: "What's good about that? If you meet him, you must win, otherwise he will ignore you!"

Noila Mo was surprised: “Why?”

"because……"

Wu Yiren opened her eyes wide, but couldn't continue.

You can't say that if you want to be a royal consort, you can't be too weak, right?

"Junior Sister Wu, it seems like it's your turn."

Liusu in front turned around and said.

"ah?"

Wu Yiren was stunned for a moment, then reacted:

"Oh, yes, it's my turn now. It's all your fault that I forgot about it!"

As she said this, she glared at Mo Xiaolan coquettishly, then jumped into the field.

When Wu Yiren appeared on the scene, the discussion she caused was even louder than that caused by Zhang Ling and Zhao Zhen.

"Is this the Seventh Princess of the Western Dynasty?"

"The Western Dynasty captured the third senior sister from Xiyue Peak, and she still dared to stay in Zhenyang Sect?"

"Si Minglan killed her eldest brother. It is still the Zhenyang Sect that is in the wrong. Why can't she stay here?"

"It is said that the Western Dynasty has collected many ancient techniques. If I can win the favor of the Seventh Princess and marry into the Western Dynasty as a consort, it would be a good choice."

This time, many male disciples cast strange looks at Wu Yiren.

The Western Dynasty and the Eastern Cultivation Sect coexist as three major sects, and there are countless ancient skills and rare treasures in the imperial palace.

If you can marry the Seventh Princess, you will have plenty of cultivation resources to choose from, and you can save yourself a hundred years of detours. Isn't it more promising than struggling to become an inner disciple in Zhenyang Sect and then reaching the top?

Many people have been secretly planning to take over Wu Yiren.

Standing opposite Wu Yiren at this time was the Jie Tian Peak disciple, Zhuang Jin.

Before joining Zhenyang Sect, this person was also a well-known independent cultivator, and had already reached the peak of the foundation-building stage.

He smiled and bowed to Wu Yiren: "Greetings, Princess. My name is Zhuang Jin. I have heard for a long time that you are beautiful and have profound cultivation. Today, I see that you are far more beautiful than I imagined. I am willing to give you advice and help you sharpen your skills and move forward! But please don't forget me, Princess."

He did not call her "Junior Sister" but "Your Highness", and even said without hesitation that he was willing to let Wu Yiren win.

This is no longer a battle of wits; it's simply the princess seeking a husband.

"This Zhuang Jin is so cunning! He actually got there first!"

There were quite a few male disciples who had the same idea. When they saw Zhuang Jin trying to please Wu Yiren so blatantly, they couldn't help but stamp their feet and shout that they were one step too late.

"OK!"

Wu Yiren drew out his sword and winked at Mo Xiaolan proudly.

See, there are so many men who like me, why don’t you seize the opportunity?

Mo Xiaolan had a smile on her face, calm as water.

Wu Yiren snorted, waved her hand, and several sword beams slashed towards Zhuang Jin.

The two of them soon engaged in a fight, but Zhuang Jin was obviously letting up and was beaten back by Wu Yiren. In the end, his sword was knocked out of his hand and he bowed his hands in defeat:

"Your Highness the Princess has great magical powers. Zhuang Jin admires her."

After that, he whispered to Wu Yiren, "Your Highness, I was confused about a few things just now. Would you mind confirming your thoughts with me tonight?"

Wu Yiren ignored him and turned back to Mo Xiaolan, smiling sweetly:

"Brother Lan, there are a few things I don't understand just now. Can you confirm your thoughts with me later?"

Zhuang Jin stared at the scene blankly, thinking of his previous performance which was simply like that of a clown. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was quickly carried away by several disciples from Huashen Peak.

The other male disciples who wanted to become the "prince consort" also glared at Mo Xiaolan.

Damn, this guy actually got there first!

Mo Xiaolan sighed inwardly and said gently to Wu Yiren: "Okay, Junior Sister Wu, I was just thinking about confirming this with you."

When Wu Yiren heard him agree in front of so many people, she felt embarrassed and happy, and said coquettishly:

"Who wants to confirm it with you? Lecher!"

The smile on his face couldn't be suppressed.

Liusu quietly gave Mo Xiaolan a thumbs up.

Third sister, you are really the best, you are popular with both men and women!

In the fourth game, it was Qin Gengyun's turn to play.

He strode into the field with a gentle smile on his face.

Xia Qinglian looked at him steadily, her heartbeat quickened, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

My husband's cultivation has improved again.

Soon, Xia Qinglian's smile disappeared.

Qin Gengyun's opponent is a female disciple.

A charming and attractive female disciple.