As the elders left one after another, these disciples also left in groups, and Zhao Lei directly stood on the Huntian Sword and flew back to his mansion.
Originally, there were disciples who wanted to say hello to Zhao Lei, connect with him, and make friends with him.
But Zhao Lei ignored these people and left directly, with countless eyes staring at him.
Stars appeared in Ning Wenyi's eyes. She just watched Zhao Lei leave quietly without stepping forward to disturb her. She knew that the recent sect competition was not a time for these children to love each other, and she should not step forward. Go ahead and bother.
Time flew by quickly, and one night passed like this.
Zhao Lei listened to the bell and went to the main peak again. This time, there were as many people on the road as before, but the scene when he came was different from before.
After being silent for nearly half a year, Zhao Lei reappeared this time. After yesterday's scene, everyone was in awe when they saw him today.
Especially the swordsmanship disciples who had just started practicing swordsmanship, they looked at Zhao Lei with golden eyes, filled with admiration.
Many people greeted Zhao Lei, and some even said words full of flattery.
Zhao Lei had expected all this. He had already thought about what kind of scene would happen today after being in the limelight yesterday. However, he was as indifferent as usual and went directly to the main peak.
Huangfu Yi arrived first as always. After seeing Zhao Lei arriving, he waved and said hello.
Zhao Lei flew over directly and came to Huangfu Yi's side. Huangfu Yi patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile on his face:
"Junior Brother Mu Xin, yesterday's performance was nothing short of spectacular. It was a blockbuster. I was so amazed by the senior brothers I saw. I couldn't help but envy you."
"How can I compare with senior brother? I am just a brick to attract others. Senior brother is the anchor of our war hall."
While Zhao Lei and Huangfu Yi were joking, Feng Qian and the others had already arrived, but he didn't look good today. He didn't know what happened yesterday.
Feng Qian didn't say much after he arrived. He walked directly to the stage and said:
"The sect competition begins!"
Yesterday's challenger included Zhao Lei. After hearing what he said, he drove his flying sword directly onto the stage and stood on the stage that belonged to them.
After a night's rest last night, many people have recovered to most of their condition.
Hundreds of disciples were fighting each other. Naturally, one person could not challenge dozens or hundreds of disciples. He was just there that day, fighting against other disciples with his own strength.
After all, we still have some rest at night, otherwise if we continue like this, how can we stand endlessly until the end if we are not emotionless puppets?
Then this is no longer a sect competition between disciples, but those who don't know think it is a selection of leaders.
After Zhao Lei took the stage, he looked around and saw that no other disciples came up to challenge him. There was a heated fight among the others. After all, some people couldn't stand it anymore on the second day.
Fortunately, this situation was quickly broken. A monk at the fifth level of Qi training and also a swordsman, drove his flying sword directly to Zhao Lei's arena.
"Senior Brother Mu Xin, I felt emotional when I saw your sword yesterday. I have been thinking about it since I went back yesterday, so I especially want to ask my senior brother for advice today. I hope that my senior brother will not hesitate to give me some advice!"
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
Zhao Lei looked at the sword cultivator in front of him who was holding a long sword, and wanted to ask him for advice in a sincere tone. He felt more comfortable in his heart, so he was ready to fight with him and learn from each other.
By understanding the sword marks in his mind, Zhao Lei's swordsmanship level has already improved rapidly.
Since others kindly asked him for advice, Zhao Lei naturally couldn't be too rude, after all, everyone was watching.
A disciple who is willing to compete with his fellow disciples and teach each other is always much better than someone who just draws his sword and kills someone if they disagree.
No one likes the relationship between disciples in their own sect. They are like fire and water and are selfish. They still hope to be more cohesive.
Zhao Lei knew that many elders here, including the head, must be watching him.
Xiang Jing looked at Zhao Lei, whose face was covered with scars, and recalled his sword strike yesterday, and couldn't help but feel excited.
He has been stuck in a bottleneck at the fifth level of Qi training for a long time. He has been unable to make any progress for a long time, and even his swordsmanship level has been stuck there.
But since Xiang Jing saw that sword attack yesterday, he vaguely felt that his swordsmanship seemed to have improved, and the bottleneck had loosened a bit.
More importantly, after Xiang Jing saw that sword yesterday, he suddenly became clear about his confused swordsmanship and future.
This is the most important thing!
So after Zhao Lei came on stage today, Xiang Jing saw that no one challenged him, so he immediately came up and wanted to compete with Zhao Lei.
"Senior Brother Mu Xin, please enlighten me!"
After Xiang Jing finished speaking, he stood and faced Zhao Lei.
"Listen to Tao!"
Xiang Jing pulled out the long sword from his waist, and heard the sound of turbulent waves echoing between heaven and earth. Then the air became moist, and a torrent rolled out of Xiang Jing's long sword, directly Pounced towards Zhao Lei.
This scene is particularly like the green water bottle of the Sancai Taoist, this torrent, but it is not as good as the water of the underworld.
Not to mention that there is still the soul of the dragon in the water of the underworld.
But Xiang Jing's torrent has a different flavor, because it contains a lot of sword energy, and it is like a silver fish, swimming in the torrent from time to time. If ordinary people don't pay attention, they are likely to fall into his trap. , and this is the sword of practice.
The monstrous blue waves were very powerful.
Zhao Lei did not pull out the long sword at his waist. He stretched his right hand forward, and a huge snowball appeared.
I saw a huge snowball flying forward from Zhao Lei's hand, and then exploded while in the air, and the snowflakes spread everywhere.
The surface of the blue waves was covered with snowflakes, and it became quiet for an instant, forming a thin layer of ice. Then there was a clicking sound, and the thin ice thickened in an instant.
But it is not completely under control. The water flow is still rushing wildly under the ice layer, and the ice layer is also making the sound of breaking.
With this move, Zhao Lei made others see a different version of him. Not only was his swordsmanship extraordinary, his spells were no worse than others.
As for Zhao Lei's snowball technique and his strong magic power, he couldn't even succeed in the middle stage of Qi training. This was the result of Zhao Lei's deliberate suppression.
Otherwise, if he uses it with all his strength, the ice layer can freeze instantly.
But just a moment of effort was enough. Zhao Lei squeezed the magic formula with his hands, and the Huntian Sword on his waist came out of the scabbard, and then the big, three and small four swords went towards Xiang Jing.
