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Is this the sword cultivator?

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    The people below who saw this scene looked at each other in tacit understanding, and those who stood up also sat down again.

    "The competition is over." Xue Changkong came up slowly, and the six people above him also started to score.

    Siko Zhimiao still stared and couldn¡¯t believe what happened.

    He, did he come down together?  !

    What exactly happened just now?

    Siko Zhimiao turned his head suddenly and looked at Beitang Changfeng.

    Beitang Changfeng muttered and patted the dust on his clothes, his face wrinkled, looking naive and silly.

    He seemed to have raised his head inadvertently, and happened to be facing the direction of Sikou Zhimiao.

    "Wow!" Beitang Changfeng jumped back in fright.

    Sikou Zhimiao's expression at this time was really too penetrating. His rather handsome and beautiful face was covered with gloom, so black it could drip, and full of hostility was escaping from him. I don't know.  , I thought they had some deep hatred.

    Beitang Changfeng immediately made a defensive posture and stammered: "Why, how come, you, you still want to fight?"

    Siko Zhimiao stared at him with a venomous snake-like gaze for a long time before he slightly withdrew his gaze.

    "Huh." Siko Zhimiao turned around and took all his magic weapons back into his hands.

    This should be regarded as an accident due to his carelessness. You must know that since his luck was beyond the ordinary, except for the dead Beitang Changfeng, he has never been at a disadvantage in front of the same realm.

    If he hadn't underestimated Zhao Changfeng today and thought he was just a fake who got lucky, he wouldn't have been tied with him like this.

    Wait, good luck.

    Beitang Changfeng took pictures of his clothes and was waiting for the results. When he turned around, he saw Sikou Zhimiao looking at him even more fiercely, as if he wanted to tear his head off.

    Wow, what¡¯s going on with this guy? Why don¡¯t you just stare at him all at once and in different levels?  Why didn't you notice that he had this problem before?

    Siko Zhimiao licked his lips and looked at Beitang Changfeng for a while before he calmed down his anger.

    He is very sensitive to luck and fortune.

    In terms of shrewdness and brain speed, Siko Zhimiao is definitely not as good as Beitang Changfeng and Nan Qiuning, but he is not really stupid after all, he still knows the basic things.

    He has experienced the days when even the children of his own family were ignored by their parents because they had no luck or talent.

    He couldn¡¯t be more clear that his current status was all because of his incredible luck. This was his biggest reliance.

    After Sikou Zhimiao learned about his luck-defying system, he naturally spent a lot of time studying things like luck.

    Luck is something that is really invisible and intangible. It is mysterious and mysterious. Everyone knows that it is important, but whether you can have it depends on your fate.

    It's not that Sikou Zhimiao has never worried that his luck will disappear one day, but after so many years, his life has become more and more smooth and comfortable.  The worries are thrown away.

    But today, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis again.

    It¡¯s not about whether his own luck will disappear, but whether there will be someone whose luck is worse than his?

    "How old are you?" Siko Zhimiao touched the empty umbrella in his hand and suddenly asked. He asked casually, but a few of the people below smiled.

    As expected, he is still a child, but he refuses to admit defeat and even asks people about their age.

    "Thirty-five." Beitang Changfeng randomly made up an age and changed his bone age.

    "Oh~ Did you change your name in recent years?" When Sikou Zhimiao heard this thirty-five, he felt much better instantly.

    She is nearly twenty years older than him, but she only relied on luck and cleverness to defeat him, so she is not afraid.

    "Hey, how did you know that I changed my name?" Beitang Changfeng opened his eyes wide instantly and looked at Sikou Zhimiao in disbelief.

    Siko Zhimiao just smiled faintly and ignored him.

    "This young master of the Sikou family is really not simple." The people below saw this and immediately sighed with emotion.

    Beitang Changfeng was surprised on his face, and curled his lips in his heart. This guy did a really good job in saving face.

    Siko Zhimiao was completely relieved now. You must know that he was born with a useless spirit root from the five spiritual roots. With his terrible luck, he can sit with people with mutated heavenly spiritual roots.  .

    This guy has alreadynbsp; ¡°Boom!¡±

    Tian Yuyun, who barely dodged the blow, was still frightened. He looked at the high platform with a big hole in the middle and swallowed.

    This, this is sword cultivation?

    To be honest, no one here has ever seen what a real sword cultivator looks like.

    The species of sword cultivator is really too rare.  And most of them were unorthodox sword cultivators. This was their first time meeting a real sword cultivator like Nan Qiuning.

    The two stood on the high platform that was cut off and looked at each other.

    Tian Yuyun gritted his teeth, this was not going to work anymore. Even if the swordsman was really powerful and had the ability to cross-level challenges, then he would never be the one who was successfully challenged by over-level challenges!

    "Ah¡ª¡ª!" Tian Yuyun controlled Long Linjing and finally started to fight back.

    Nan Qiu took a long breath, it was almost done.

    She jumped up again without hesitation and directly confronted Long Linjing head-on. However, Long Linjing was a low-grade treasure after all, and Tian Yuyun was not a Sikou Zhimiao who only knew how to throw it.

    He controlled the Longlin Mirror extremely well. The mirror had many tricks, and could be used for defense and attack. Nan Qiu Ning fought for a while, and finally showed signs of fatigue on his face. Naturally, he was knocked off the high platform by Tian Yuyun.

    "Thank you, senior, for showing mercy." Nan Qiu Ning didn't feel discouraged, but Tian Yuyun was different.

    He was obviously the one who won, but his face looked terrible.

    He spent all his strength and spiritual energy to win this game. This girl must be too scary.

    "You're welcome." Tian Yuyun replied stiffly.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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