Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character - Chapter 38

Although he was very worried about Li Shiqing’s life and death, the next day Jin Xianyu cheered up and came to the banquet hall as scheduled.

Nong Huayu was placed by her for one night. When she came, her eyes were red, her mind was absent, her steps were vain, and she dared not be a demon again.

She came relatively early, the sky was dark, and she waited quietly for a long time. Then all the sects and sects took their places one after another. As soon as Zhou Yu followed the teacher to the banquet hall, she trotted all the way to greet her with a smile.

“Sister, good morning.”

After a while, the Penglai Academy was also present.

Meng Xuekui did not forget to cheer her up with a smile.

Jin Xianyu was a little guilty.

However, looking at the expression on the Penglai Academy’s face as usual, Li Shiqing’s disappearance should not have been discovered.

The Twelve Caves followed closely.

Jin Xianyu collided with Feng Chenghan’s eyes, hesitated for half a second, and nodded at him.

Feng Chenghan returned the salute.

Wei Hanxiao looked at these two people, not knowing why.

“Han Xiao.” Feng Chenghan stopped and waited for Wei Hanxiao to follow.

His brows and eyes seemed to soften a little, and his face was as bright as a flawless jade.

Wei Hanxiao pursed her lips tightly, suppressing those messy thoughts, and quickened her pace: “Come on.”

Is it an illusion? I always feel that there is something strange between Master and Jin Xianyu.

The softness of Feng Chenghan’s brows and eyes was fleeting, and in an instant he turned into that detached and prudent Twelve Cave Heavenly First Disciple.

After a brief moment of joy, then came the monstrous guilt.

After the two finally had a secret, she was finally willing to face him squarely and greeted him with a nod.

It’s just that this secret is at the cost of human life, and he is happy for it.

Feng Chenghan lowered his brows and eyes, and the densely embroidered eyelashes seemed to be his best disguise, the hardest armor.

He didn’t dare to let Han Xiao see something wrong, this child has always been sensitive.

The teacher who has always been closest to him has a quarrel with him.

Wei Hanxiao frowned uneasily.

He had a hunch that there was something strange between Jin Xianyu and his master.

What are they hiding from him?

He vaguely remembered that Feng Chenghan went out again last night. Could it be that the two of them…

This feeling of being excluded from the game made his heart feel like a mess.

Not long after, the master’s divine treasure, Old Ancestor Huang, walked in with a cane smiling, and after a few greetings and thanks, his eyes fell on Jin Xianyu.

“Fellow Daoist Mei, let’s start now? What do you think?”

Jin Xianyu supported Mi Li, smiled slightly, and stood up, “The younger generation is incompetent, please enlighten fellow Taoists.”

Xu Shi saw her cultivation level yesterday, and all the sects present today are much more cautious.

On the other hand, when Zhou Sulu saw that his daughter and Jin Xianyu had a good relationship, he pondered for a while, and asked a Sanqing disciple behind him to compare with Jin Xianyu.

“This fellow Daoist Mei is young and his cultivation is not weak. It’s a rare opportunity, you don’t have to worry about winning or losing, just go and learn from her and try it out, and you’ll be training yourself.”

Zhou Yu clapped her hands and smiled, “It’s not a big shame to lose to Sister Mei.”

The little Taoist smiled helplessly, “Senior Sister Zhou.”

Zhou Yu made a face and hid behind Zhou Sulu.

The little Taoist remembered Zhou Sulu’s words, and when he came up, he bowed respectfully and humbly.

Jin Xianyu returned the gift.

The two were compared.

Sanqing Gonggui is one of the four families and five sects. Jin Xianyu didn’t dare to be careless. As soon as he got his hands on it, his expression became a lot more solemn.

The little Taoist priest was born with a white face and a round face, but he was the most difficult person she had encountered since yesterday.

The little Taoist brows were slightly condensed, the sword walked lightly, and the hardness and softness were combined.

Jin Xianyu brakes with stillness, and is as clever as clumsy.

The two figures rise and fall like rabbits and falcons, like birds soaring uncertainly, and their swordsmanship has been taught by Taoism.

In the end, Jin Xianyu was superior in skill. When the opponent stabbed his heart with a sword, he raised his wrist, revealing his inner strength, and knocked down his sword.

As Zhou Sulu said, there is nothing to be ashamed of in the competition among their juniors from all sects and sects.

The little Taoist priest was born in the Sanqing Palace. He was very well trained. Although he looked lost, he still picked up the sword on the ground and said calmly: “I lost, thank you Taoist friend for your guidance today.”

Jin Xianyu bowed slightly, smiled and said: “Sanqing’s swordsmanship is indeed well-deserved, and the younger generation has admired the noble school Li Zhenren for a long time. If there is a chance, I would like to kiss Sanqing and admire Li Zhenren’s demeanor.”

Her words and gestures were extremely modest, which gave Sanqing Palace enough face.

[Zhou Sulu’s favorability rating +20

Zhou Yu’s favorability +40

Sanqing disciple favorability +20, charm value +5]

Jin Xianyu was stunned for a moment, but also a little happy.

What she just said wasn’t all polite and casual. She really admired Li Longhu and Li Zhenren, and wanted to go to the Sanqing Palace to take a class.

With the Sanqing Palace rising like this, the atmosphere at the scene seemed to relax.

After all, the Sanqing Palace has lost, so it is not unreasonable to say that their own sect has lost.

“Hahaha Sanqing Palace can’t do it, let me have the time to try your girl’s skills!”

when!

With the loud sound of a Zen staff leaning on the ground, a grey figure swept into the center of the arena from the crowd.

He has a square head and big ears, a tall stature and a loud voice. This person is the monk who picked the lotus flower, Lian Kong!

The Buddhist sect of Cailianhua Temple has a high status. Although Liaokong is young, he belongs to the same generation of “Lao” as the old monk Huihui.

Cailianhua Temple had old grudges with Kongtong School. Kong Kong couldn’t bear to see Jin Xianyu, she was in the limelight, she wanted to compete with Jin Xianyu for a long time, and she couldn’t bear it until now.

Juejing has a soft personality and is unwilling to embarrass others. Seeing that he can’t help but sigh, he can’t help but sigh.

Not only did Jin Xianyu not show any signs of flinching, on the contrary, he was a little eager to try.

She Wuxin Xiangxin Vajra Body Protection and Eagle Claw Boxing were originally Zen Kungfu, and she has been practising hard during this period of time, and she has also studied the exercises of Cailianhua Temple. Zhengchou left the Bodhi Temple and no one could do anything.

Li Pingchuan and others are not as optimistic as Jin Xianyu.

After all, he was obsessed with martial arts, and he was already a leader among the young disciples of Cailianhua Temple.

As Jin Xianyu fought more and more and won more and more, everyone in the Kongtong faction couldn’t help but sweat for her.

The martial arts of Cailianhua Temple are actually no different from the Shaolin in Jin Xianyu’s impression.

Knowing the characteristics of Kong’s exercises, it is quite similar to the method Jin Xianyu used to deal with Xiao Fengyue yesterday.

But this time, Jin Xianyu did not follow the same path as yesterday.

She smiled and held a sword flower. This time, she took a mysterious, complicated and unpredictable path.

After all, the most important thing is to keep your mind clear and not be moved by external things.

When it comes to staying still and keeping one’s mind in one place, she is definitely no better than the monk who has been meditating all the year round, so she has to find another way.

When everyone saw that she was holding a sword flower with ease and ease, and changed her style of play with ease, they were stunned.

Although Lie Kong was young, he had also participated in the capture of Bai Pingxiang a hundred years ago, and he immediately noticed something was wrong with this confrontation.

“You!” Liaokong withdrew his fists in surprise, and said in a low voice, “You are clearly Bai Pingxiang’s kung fu!”

Xiao Fengyue and the like can’t tell the details, but Liaokong has been obsessed with martial arts for many years, and he can tell the subtle differences at a glance.

Not to mention that Bai Pingxiang’s martial arts skills and beauty left a deep impression on him as a monk.

Those little habits and tricks when hanging and sharpening swords, clearly only Bai Pingxiang can do this!

Did he see it?

Jin Xianyu was stunned for a while, and immediately regretted and annoyed.

Is it too easy to underestimate the enemy by winning so many games?

Her heart tightened, her sword skills were messed up, but Kong seized the opportunity, rushed forward, grabbed Jin Xianyu’s forearm with five fingers, and asked sharply, “You are not from the sect of Daoist Guiyun at all! What’s the matter with Bai Pingxiang?!”

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Kongtong first heard Kongtong saying that it was not Guiyunmen, and then heard the three words Bai Pingxiang.

“Uncle Bai??”

Shi Yanqing said in a daze: “Then the monk mentioned Uncle Bai??”

“Fellow Daoist Mei is Master Bai’s disciple?!”

Li Pingchuan also rarely lost his temper.

She had suspected that the girl was under the name of Uncle Guiyun. If this girl was really Uncle Bai’s disciple, then all the mysteries would be answered.

Could it be that this girl is really the disciple of Uncle Bai? ?

Although Bai Pingxiang was arrogant, she was extremely protective of her shortcomings. The Kongtong people had a very deep relationship with her, otherwise she would not have tried her best to protect her.

After many years, hearing Bai Pingxiang’s name again, it doesn’t matter whether Jin Xianyu is a disciple of Bai Pingxiang or not, including Li Pingchuan, several disciples of the older generation couldn’t help but have red eyes. .

Jin Xianyu was only at a loss for a moment, then immediately calmed down and adjusted back.

His voice was clear and clear, with a thumping sound, and while he was dealing with Kong, he tried his best to release the magic of protecting his body, and said with a smile: “I once got guidance from Daoist Guiyun, and Bai Pingxiang is also from the Kongtong School. Our exercises are similar, isn’t it normal?”

Taking a step forward in the sky, he pressed his up and down together, slammed his arms down, and shouted, “It’s okay to deceive others by saying this! Never try to deceive me—”

When he smashed, he suddenly felt a recoil from the inner strength of the Zen door! The shock made him take a step back and whispered softly: “You!”

This is the Vajra Bodyguard!

Jin Xianyu smiled and said, “According to what you said, Master, then I will protect the body of this unintentional Vajra body, isn’t it just a disciple of your disciple of Shanda Luo Zun of Cailianhua Temple?”

When she said that, Lakukong was stunned on the spot.

“You… Where did you learn the Vajra Body Protection of Unxinxing Xiangxin?”

Jin Xianyu smiled and said, “Master, do you believe that I know more than this Zen practice?”

Although Lu Kong’s character is impulsive, but his nature is sincere and innocent, he was speechless by Jin Xianyu, and stood in a daze.

There was nothing to say about it, she was afraid that Chan Master Hui would be implicated, and the Eagle Claw Fist had not been used yet.

Jin Xianyu took this to grab the front, and the sword light pierced the hollow mouth like a cold light.

This move is different from the Kongtong swordsmanship, with a faint chilling air of wind and snow.

“Sword Four!”

Some disciples in the Twelve Cave Heavens recognized it and could not help but let out a low voice.

This is the swordsmanship of Xie Fuwei, Immortal Lord Dongzhen.

Pay attention to focus on one point, hold one’s strength and keep one, and break one hundred with one.

Xie Fuwei, Xie Fuwei, the Immortal Emperor Dongzhen, was indifferent and quiet, and this was also reflected in the name of the sword move.

Jin Xianyu’s speech speed increased a little, and he couldn’t help but smile and said, “How? Have I become a disciple of the Twelve Cave Heavens again?”

She changed her moves one after another, almost dazzling.

Yesterday’s question reappeared in everyone’s mind.

Who is this girl who suddenly appeared?

Said to be a disciple of the Kongtong School, how could they learn the kung fu of Lianhua Temple? Twelve Cave Heaven’s Kung Fu also?

The kung fu of the various schools and sects was unleashed by her incomparably naturally, with a combination of hardness and softness, skillful and clumsy, and weightlifting.

While Liaokong was stunned, Tianxinglei’s Yu Family disciple laughed and landed gracefully.

“Let me try?”

Jin Xianyu raised his eyelashes slightly, glanced at him, bent the corners of his lips, stepped out of the Qiankun Bagua formation under his feet, and raised his hand.

A dazzling sword smoothed across.

But it is also the free and easy swordsmanship of the Yu family.

Soon, this Yu Family disciple was as dumbfounded as Kong Kong.

So far, only the disciples from the twelve caves remained in the field.

The stunned feeling of everyone in Hehuan Palace was no less than that of Kong and the others.

Xiao Fengyue was defeated by her yesterday, and she slapped herself in the face, looking very ugly.

At this moment, his mind changed, he seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and took the opportunity to exclaim: “The Twelve Cave Heavenly Technique is no better than Cailianhua Temple, and it is rarely rumored. Where did you learn it?”

Jin Xianyu glanced at him slowly, and said with a chuckle: “It’s rare to hear rumors, and it’s not that I never spread it. I didn’t steal or rob, I worship Immortal Dongzhen, can’t I teach myself from the photo-taking stone? “

Xiao Fengyue was speechless.

Feng Chenghan was going to step forward to make a clearance for Jin Xianyu, but when he heard the words, he moved back and retreated.

Xiao Fengyue gritted her teeth, “Okay! Then you’ve been wearing a power fence, covering your head and face, and you dare not show your true face, what’s the matter?!”

“Ah.” Jin Xianyu’s voice was very light and natural, “Because I’m ugly.”

She said generously: “I’m ugly, disfigured, and I’m afraid of scaring people, so I brought this power fence. What? A girl doesn’t want to let others judge her appearance.”

Zhou Yu, Meng Xuekui, and even Wei Hanxiao, when they saw Jin Xianyu’s true face, instantly became extremely complicated.

Xiao Fengyue was blocked by her and had nothing to say, her handsome face was blue and white, “Even so, it’s still strange to have an unknown whereabouts and cover your face!”

Jin Xianyu originally wanted to say that there is nothing to worry about if he wants to add guilt.

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook violently, the palace swayed, and the water of Dongting Lake surged, setting off a flood of thousands of feet, rumbling like thunder.

The banquet hall immediately tilted left and right like a boat in a flood.

“What happened?!”

The sudden change made all the factions startled and discolored, scrambling to stand up from their seats first, ignoring Jin Xianyu and Xiao Fengyue.

Jin Xianyu was the closest to the foyer and was the most affected. The change came too suddenly, she stumbled, fell to the ground, and rolled around a few times in dismay.

Several figures swept across in her direction at the same time.

Wei Hanxiao: “Hey, you!”

Nonghuayu: “Sister!”

Zhou Yu/Meng Xuekui/Feng Chenghan: “Sister Mei! (Friend Mei)!”

Huang Laozu was stunned, and hurriedly shouted to maintain order.

The two Tsing Yi boys rushed from outside the hall and knelt down in front of Huang Laozu, “Ancestor… outside, outside…”

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang.

The sword splits the cave!

Hao Miao Daze was divided into two parts from the center of the lake, and a figure suddenly fell from the Hong Bo Baizhang.

White hair, white pupils, and beaded curtains on the temples.

Floating quietly in mid-air, his robes dragged to the ground, and droplets of water lingered on his side, hanging in the air.

The coming person slashed Dongting with a sword, but his robes, hair, and eyelashes were never wetted by this hundred-zhang flood.

Her face is beautiful, her facial features are soft, almost like a fairy of Penglai, and her pure white eyes reveal an inorganic innocence and coldness.

The face can be easily changed, but this sword intent will not lie.

Except for Xie Fuwei, this sword intent does not think of a second person.

But the most striking thing is not the sword intent that everyone in the world of comprehension knows about.

It’s his clothes.

Xie Fuwei didn’t wear that white linen robe. His silver hair fell from his waist, and he was wearing a crimson wedding dress, hunting and dancing in the wind.

Silver hair dragging on the ground, wedding dress like fire.

His eyelashes trembled, his eyelashes slowly raised, and he quietly looked down at the banquet.

The lips moved, the indifferent eyes finally fluctuated, and the voice was soft and tactful.

“Got you.”