Chapter 696 Why Is the Disciple so Obedient (19)

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Xiao Qinghe didn't expect that he made up his mind to teach others a lesson, but not only did he fail to teach them a lesson, but he was suppressed to the point of being unable to fight back.

The opponent's spirit sword did not use the usual routine, and every time it was dangerous and dangerous, Xiao Qinghe had to play with 12 points of spirit, but he was still tired of confrontation.

The most astonishing thing is that the other party's cultivation base can't be sensed. Every time Xiao Qinghe feels that the other party is already at the end of the force, this person can still support it with immortal power, and it doesn't seem difficult at all.

what monster is this...

The more he fought, the more shocked Xiao Qinghe became.

Moreover, the young man has always been unhurried, like a stroll in the courtyard, his eyes are calm, and he has never shown a trace of nervousness.

Not only did he completely suppress himself, he even suppressed it casually, without being serious at all!

Coming to this conclusion, Xiao Qinghe only felt that he was about to die.

He gritted his teeth and blocked a sword, a sweetness in his throat.

The situation on the stage has naturally been seen by others for a long time. Not only are the other three Immortal Venerables except Yu Chu very surprised, but the disciples are even more astonished.

Comprehensive suppression of cultivation and skills!

how can that be!

"I'm not mistaken..."

"Senior Brother Xiao has no power to fight back!"

The Xianmen disciples murmured in disbelief, and their horrified eyes fell on the young man in the field.

The hilt of the sword stopped at the mouth of Xiao Qinghe's heart, and the young man looked at him coldly.

Xiao Qinghe suddenly understood.

During the test, this kid never touched his body at all, and every time he was hit with the hilt of his sword - this is obviously disgusting!

Moreover, deliberately hanging and beating casually, I am afraid that I want someone to see clearly...

Xiao Qinghe gritted his teeth, the more certain he was in his heart, what this kid thinks about Feng Shizun...

The young man had already collected the spirit sword and was about to retreat, but Xiao Qinghe suddenly laughed in a low voice: "It was my fault back then, Master really doesn't have Luding's thoughts towards you."

Xuan Ling's slender fingers paused.

"But you don't have the idea of ​​surpassing Shizun now, right?" Xiao Qinghe licked his lips.

Xuan Ling was silent, staring at him quietly.

Xiao Qinghe smiled again and whispered, "You and I are the same..."

The young man frowned slightly, his expression that had been calm from the beginning, finally showed a bit of displeasure, and said softly: "I'm different from you."

"What's the difference?" Xiao Qinghe disliked the young man's expressionless appearance the most. He raised his eyebrows maliciously, "Don't you think about Master every day, thinking about things you shouldn't think about every night... If Master is willing to cultivate with me..."

Before he could finish his words, the young man opposite raised his eyes for a moment, and Xuelian blinked slightly.

Those eyes were too cold, and seemed to be burning with anger, the spirit sword appeared between the slender fingers, Xiao Qinghe clearly felt a kind of coercion from the other party.

It is not the coercion of the immortal power cultivation base...

The thought was only fleeting, and he shouted in horror, "You can't kill me! I'll admit defeat!"

The hilt of the sword was intercepted by Xianli not far from his heart. A white-bearded Xianzun on the high platform stood up and frowned, "He has conceded defeat."

This was said to Xuan Ling.

The spirit sword was stagnant in the air, blocked by the immortal power and unable to move forward. The young man lowered his eyes slightly, took the sword and left.

Under the shock and admiration of the disciples, he returned to the high platform, and then he pursed his lips and revealed a soft look. The slender fingers that had just held the sword obediently picked up the teapot and refilled the master with hot tea.