"Master, what should I do with this seventh peak? Ye Shaoqiu was an elder, but now he is dead, and he only has one disciple. Is he qualified to defend the ring?" asked the deputy master, Taoist Bai Xiao.
"Alone? The Xuehan Sect is indeed not as good as before. It's better to change quickly to avoid embarrassment." Yang Hui, the leader of the Xuenan Sect, lay on the seat and laughed coldly.
Yang Dong was also a little hesitant, but after hearing Yang Hui's words, he said: "Of course, according to the rules, the main challenge for the peak lies with the disciples. If the young man with the sword can hold it, it doesn't matter if he is left alone. What's more, our Xuehan Sect It’s not up to outsiders to teach you how to behave.”
"Hahaha..." Yang Hui laughed again when he heard this, shook his head and said, "There is really no one in the Xuehan Sect. This kind of disciple can be said to be alone in the sect. Now that he is here, the major general Zheng is also following closely behind, I wonder if our Xue Nan Sect may challenge your disciples in advance?"
"According to the rules, of course it is possible, but your Xuenan Sect may not have that strength." If Yang Dong hadn't sent the Supreme Elder out of concern for the Xue Nan Sect, he might have started a fight with Yang Hui long ago.
"The Xuehan Sect claims that one person can defeat thousands of troops. Just ask a disciple to knock down that boy from the Seventh Peak to show the head of the Xuehan Sect." Yang Hui suddenly raised his voice and said to the Xuenan Sect.
Hearing Yang Hui's words, many disciples of Xue Nan Sect screamed, vying to be the first to compete with Long Yu.
Yang Dong snorted coldly and looked at Long Yu who was already standing on the ring. Long Yu also immediately felt the eyes of Yang Dong and other deputy heads and elders, and raised his head and looked back.
When they saw the faint murderous look in Long Yu's eyes, the senior officials of the various sects present could not help but be slightly stunned.
Yang Dong withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart. Seventh Peak Swordsman Long Yu, he had also heard his daughter talk about:
Thinking of this, the muscles on Yang Dong's face twitched, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up. The image of Long Yu in Yang Dong's memory is that of the biggest waste in the Seventh Peak of Xuehan Sect.
Yang Dong is a serious person with deep emotions and sense of responsibility for Xuehan Sect. He has always tried his best to guide and teach his disciples, letting them understand the hardships and responsibilities of cultivation. However, regarding the name Long Yu, his heart was full of doubts and worries.
This name seems to have become notorious within the Xuehan Sect.
"Long Yu, a waste who is extremely slow in cultivation and unable to keep up with his peers. A person who seems to others to have no talent and cannot achieve the slightest achievement should be kicked out of the sect..."
Yang Dong naturally heard about Long Yu from his daughter.
Although his daughter is not a disciple of the Seventh Peak, she is two years older than Long Yu.
However, in Yang Dong's eyes, although there is not much age difference, there is a huge difference between Long Yu and his daughter. Although his daughter is not the fastest in cultivation, she is diligent and hardworking and works hard to improve her cultivation every day.
However, Long Yu heard that he was doing things that had nothing to do with cultivation every day. He doesn't work hard, doesn't look for ways to improve his cultivation, and does nothing all day long. Has he really become a waste? Yang Donglao couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.
I remember that a year ago, Yang Dong told his daughter about this:
"Father, have you heard? There is a loser named Long Yu on the seventh peak." Yang Donglao's daughter asked cautiously. She was worried that her father would be angry because of her words.
Yang Donglao looked at his daughter. He knew that his daughter would often say such words easily.
He looked at his daughter's expression, saw the confusion and confusion in her eyes, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.
"I know the name Long Yu." Yang Donglao replied after a moment of silence, "He is a disciple of the Seventh Peak."
"But father, he...he is called a waste." There was worry and confusion in the daughter's voice.
At that time, Yang Dong looked at his daughter silently, his eyes deep and calm, "Not everyone can succeed in cultivation." He said slowly, "Some people may be gifted, some may be ordinary, but It doesn’t mean they’re trash.”
"But father," the daughter said anxiously, "Long Yu, he..."
"What's wrong with him?" Yang Donglao looked at his daughter. He saw the worry on her face and understood how much she cared about Long Yu.
"He doesn't practice as hard as we do, nor does he find ways to break through like others." The daughter bit her lip and said, "He does other things every day, and he doesn't seem to... seem to care about cultivation."
Yang Donglao looked at his daughter with deep and calm eyes, "There is not only one way to practice cultivation." He said slowly, "Some people need to practice quietly, and some people need to explore and discover."
"But father," the daughter said anxiously, "but Long Yu..."
"I know." Yang Donglao stroked his daughter's head and comforted, "But you have to remember, don't judge others easily. Everyone has their own path and choice."
Yang Donglao knew in his heart that Long Yu's matter had attracted his attention. He decided to personally understand Long Yu, who was called "trash".
But when Yang Dong asked other people, they all commented on Long Yu as a useless disciple who had made no progress in the Qi training period for three years...
Later, Yang Dong also concluded that Long Yu was indeed incapable of becoming a talent, so he stopped paying attention.
But when they looked at each other just now, Yang Dong discovered that Long Yu was not only murderous and bloody, but had actually reached the sixth level of foundation building.
In just one year, being able to go from the qi training period to the base building level in six days is already an outstanding thing for a considerable number of disciples. Yang Dong felt that he seemed to have seen something wrong again... .
When the other disciples of the Xuehan Sect discovered that Long Yu was guarding the ring alone, they all had contemptuous smiles on their faces. They gathered together and talked about it. They all believed that it was impossible for Long Yu to win the challenger of Xue Nan Sect and could only lose the face of Xue Han Sect.
"Look at this Long Yu, does he think he is a hero?" One person sneered, "He has no idea how much he weighs."
Another person took over the conversation and sneered: "Does he think it is easy to defend this arena? There are real strong people in Xue Nan Sect."
A third person also joined the discussion and mocked: "Is this the so-called disciple of the Xuehan Sect? He is just a fool who doesn't know the heights of the world. I don't know how his master taught him."
"What master? His master is also a waste. He has died long ago."
"It's really not a good thing..."
Their words became more and more fierce, scolding Long Yu not only for his incompetence, but also for bringing shame to the Xuehan Sect. They even began to wonder if Long Yu's master had not taught him well, which was why Long Yu behaved like this.
In short, they all seemed to have forgotten Long Yu's courage and determination, and would only express their dissatisfaction with ridicule and contemptuous words. In their view, Long Yu is just a ridiculous loser and not worthy of respect at all.
"Let me break your sword!" A very fast disciple of the Xue Nan Sect rushed to the ring where Long Yu was standing. At the same time, this sound broke the silence, and all 999 rings were instantly heard. Many Xue Nan Sect disciples fought against Xue Han Sect disciples.
Except for the arena battle at the first peak, when there were many viewers, everyone else looked towards Long Yu.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I will only cripple you!" The disciple of Xue Nan Sect took the lead. He wanted to defeat Long Yu immediately and get the reward from his own leader.
A short sword appeared in his hand, and he slashed at Long Yu so fast that most of the monks at the same level did not even see the trajectory of the short sword clearly.
But Long Yu remained motionless, just looking at the other party lightly.
"The people who are throwing us away from the Xuehan Sect don't even know how to basic defense!" Naturally, most of the viewers in the audience were Xuehan Sect disciples. Some female disciples turned their heads, as if they had predicted that Long Yu's blood would be splashed three feet away. scene.
But the next moment, there was a solid sneer from the disciples of Xue Nan Sect!
Because, when the dagger hit Long Yu's neck, the dagger did not hurt Long Yu's skin at all!
"How... how is it possible? Junior brother has finally figured out a rule. At such a speed, with a medium-grade magic weapon, the skin is not even broken?" A Xue Nan Sect disciple from the same sect as this disciple looked at it again Long Yushi seemed to have seen a monster.
"You have one more chance." Long Yu tilted his head slightly and clamped the short knife with his neck. Amid everyone's astonishment and shock, he said:
"Kacha!"
Long Yu used his neck to directly cut off the mid-level dagger weapon!
In an instant, both the spectators on the stage and the opponents on the stage were stunned...
"Broken... broken... clipped... clipped off?" Several disciples felt the nerves on their faces twitching and said uncontrollably.
"You have one more chance." Long Yu slowly straightened his neck and looked at the other person quietly.
I saw that the disciple was so stiff that he raised the broken knife in his right hand, and looked at the broken knife with fear in his eyes: "You..." He subconsciously took a few steps back and sat down on the ground, "You are not a human, you are not people......"
"I said," Long Yu took a step forward, lowered his head and got closer to the other person, "I said, you have one more chance." Long Yu took another step forward.
However, this Xue Nan Sect disciple was so frightened that he gasped and fainted.
"So weak..." Long Yu raised his right foot slightly, tightened the instep, and kicked it lightly...
The moment the instep met the fainted Xue Nan Sect disciple, everyone sitting above couldn't help but stare.
"boom!"
As soon as there was a crisp sound, the disciple had been kicked hundreds of feet away like a meteor and flew back to the gathering place of Xue Nan Sect disciples.
"Xue Nan Sect only has these strengths." Long Yu's understatement caused the whole stand to erupt with no less than the buzz when they heard the news of the selection of a major general.
"This, doesn't it mean that Long Yu of the Seventh Peak is just a waste? What's going on?"
"Clamped the dagger? Or used the neck? I read that right!"
"What the hell, who said this person is a waste?"
