In the Sifang Mountain drumming stage, all the disciples dressed in black robes were in high spirits, especially the few masters standing on the stage. They were all smiling. Although they were a little nervous, they were mostly drowned in the excitement of cheering. .
It’s no wonder that the next two years will be the Sword Trial Peak Competition. Among the disciples, the only ones who participated in the last Sword Trial Peak are the acting head Zhang Xuanfu and a few elders who are not concerned with worldly affairs. They are the senior brothers. Because Lu Yingchao was still young, he was just observing from the audience. Moreover, most of them were new disciples in the past few years, and they had never seen this grand event in Sifang Mountain that was held every twenty years.
It happened that on the huge stage in the middle, there were two disciples who were preparing to test their skills. One of them was holding a red sword with a calm expression. When he used the magic formula, a glow suddenly appeared, and there seemed to be a sword chant coming from it. At this moment, he jumped towards the stage. On top, the figure is quite handsome. The other opponent's disciple was younger and had a slender figure. Seeing the menacing attack of the former, he immediately raised his magical sword and did not dare to take it lightly. He only saw him bowing and saying: "Hua Mingting, the disciple of Yunlangfeng Sect, please come together. Senior brother, please give me some advice, I hope you can stop it."
Senior Brother Qi just nodded in agreement. However, it can be seen from Hua Mingting's words that he is already a little timid, and his momentum has been lost by half.
Of course, the new disciples who had just started were the happiest at the moment. While the two were making final preparations, they pestered the old disciples who had started earlier beside them and chattered about the winners of the previous Sword Trial Peak Competition.
The old disciple had a smile on his face and was obviously in a very good mood. He was very good at being a teacher and said: "Hey! I have never heard of this. I only know that the Sword Trial Peak Competition is the biggest event in Sifang Mountain. It is held once every twenty years and is held by all members of the same sect. Everyone regards it as a top priority. However, I think those fellow seniors who can stand out among them are all outstanding figures. The scene is spectacular and exciting. Needless to say, it is rare for senior brother Qi Nanhua Qi to take action. Come on, look!"
Suddenly, a clear sound of bells and tripods was heard, echoing in the sea of white clouds, which lifted everyone's spirits, and the originally noisy square suddenly became quiet.
I saw Hua Mingting saying the hand gesture and pointing his finger. His whole body was enveloped in brilliance. He raised a long silver sword. The blade was as clear as autumn water and filled with auspicious energy. With a "swish" sound, he rushed towards Qi Nanhua. , prepare to take the lead.
The sea is full of clouds.
Among the crowd watching the battle under the drum ring, some people who knew this sword technique exclaimed in surprise. The other disciples stretched their necks and stood on tiptoes to look.
Hua Mingting was as fast as lightning and rushed in front of Qi Nanhua in a moment. The sword intention on the sword was as majestic as the waves crashing on the shore.
Everyone was shocked, thinking that Hua Mingting was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he was able to master Yunlangfeng's unique skills to such a proficient level. He was really talented. However, the latter had already been on guard and did not panic. He immediately raised his red sword in front of him and protected his whole body with the red light of sword energy, blocking all the majestic sword intent.
Then there was a "clang" sound, and he saw that the sword energy was still three feet away from his body and could not advance any further. Hua Mingting's heart skipped a beat, and he was secretly surprised. What's more, the senior brother's face was full of calmness. He was panicking and stepped back. Even so, the sword moves in his hand were still calm. One move was not finished, and another move came. Then his left hand pointed to the sky, and his right hand pointed to the ground. In an instant, the edge of the sword condensed into a ball of dazzling blue light, which became increasingly brighter.
The clouds rise.
The crowd of disciples under the drum beating stage once again shouted in surprise.
Qi Yunlan is a unique skill of Yunlang's lineage in Sifang Mountain. It is unparalleled in strength and can only be passed down by direct lineage. Although it only has one move, it is enough to break the situation. It's just that with Hua Mingting's current level of cultivation, even if he uses this sword technique, it will definitely not be able to exert its full power, but it still cannot be underestimated.
Qi Nanhua raised his eyebrows, finally showed a smile and said, "Well done!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the red light of the fairy sword in his hand suddenly grow. The red sword, which was originally three feet long in front of him, glowed so brightly that it immediately suppressed Qi Yunlan's sharp edge. After a moment, it turned into thousands of flames and rushed toward him. Hua Mingting surrounded him, making it airtight.
But while he was speaking, thousands of feet of red light had already surrounded Hua Mingting tightly. Not only could everyone not see Hua Mingting, but even Qi Nanhua's figure on the drum ring was covered by layers of people. The red light was covered.
Several new disciples looked at it dumbfounded and did not dare to express their anger. Suddenly, they heard the old disciple behind them praise: "This is Senior Brother Qi from the Zhaoxia lineage. Now it seems that he has lived up to his reputation! This skill of 'Swallowing the Sun in the Falling Clouds'" It was taught by the head master personally, and 'Qi Yunlan' is a secret that has not been passed down by the Yunlang lineage. As expected, it is astonishing and exciting!"
At this time, Qi Nanhua and Hua Mingting were at a stalemate. Everyone looked nervously at the red light on the stage, which was now ten feet in size. The red light was dazzling and had completely suppressed the sword light. At this time, it was basically The two figures could not be seen clearly.
After a short while, Chi Guang slowly pressed inward another foot. The disciples under the drum beating stage were almost breathless with nervousness. At this moment, the Hua Mingting was as powerful as a tiger, holding a sword to break through. A red light rushed out, but at this moment his face was completely pale.
Clean and tidy, not missing a beat.
Qi Nanhua took two steps back and sheathed his sword.
Hua Mingting looked down at his slightly trembling right hand and sighed. He understood that he had lost the competition, but he was not discouraged. He bowed to Qi Nanhua with a smile and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Qi, for your advice. I will try again two years later." The Sword Peak Competition, my junior brother will ask you for advice then." After saying that, he jumped from the ring and left.
As soon as Hua Mingting left, Qi Nanhua pointed at the crowd of disciples and said, "Senior Brother Lu, do you want to do a few tricks?"
As soon as these words came out, all the disciples in the audience were shocked.
"Senior Brother Lu? Is he Senior Brother Lu Yingchao from Tongming Peak?" When several new disciples heard that Qi Nanhua called him by name and could call him senior brother, everyone knew who it was without saying anything, and they all The people who had an extremely tacit understanding made way for the visitor.
The old disciple next to him nodded and said: "Now Senior Brother Qi has named him to challenge Senior Brother Lu. Both of them can be regarded as the top five in Sifang Mountain. Now we are going to have a good show."
The old disciple originally wanted to introduce a conversation and show off his little information, but the new disciple was not interested in who the Wujia was at all. Instead, he curiously asked: "Senior Brother Lu is the direct disciple of the Supreme Master. And this Senior Brother Qi is in charge of what Senior Brother is teaching him, so the moves he must have learned are mutually beneficial, so who is better between these two?"
Lu Yingchao shook his head. Qi Nanhua had no reason to discuss things, but the few words that came to them in the wind were like a steel nail piercing his heart, and their expressions were obscure and difficult to read.
A few days ago, he encountered a bottleneck in his sword skills. He was thinking of asking the head brother for some advice. When he walked to Tianqingding, he happened to bump into Zhang Xuanfu and Lu Yingchao talking about something. Qi Nanhua thought that the two secretly taught some skills. Fa, he and Lu Yingchao had practiced swordplay together since childhood, and their relationship was very good. He planned to eavesdrop on Qian Mimi and learn a few moves.
Qi Nanhua was looking forward to Lu Yingchao's dumbfounded look during the next sparring session, but unexpectedly, a few words from Zhang Xuanfu came to mind.
Seeing Zhang Xuanfu holding a letter that came down from the mountain with a sad face, he said to Lu Yingchao beside him: "I think the Song family at the foot of the mountain is not just a simple evil. Among all the disciples, you are the only one who is the most cautious and prudent, so I sent you forward It’s the perfect place to go.”
Qi Nanhua's heart brightened, and he was about to step forward to volunteer, proposing that he and Lu Yingchao go down the mountain to slay the demons together, but the next words made him stop.
When Lu Yingchao was about to turn around and leave after receiving the order, Zhang Xuanfu stopped him and asked, "Junior Brother Lu, what do you think of Nanhua?"
Lu Yingchao lowered his eyebrows and muttered, knowing that Zhang Xuanfu was concerned about the Sword Trial Peak Competition, so he said politely: "Junior Brother Qi's cultivation is naturally high, and there are few opponents in the sect. This competition is about to be won by those who win the competition. One of the candidates.”
Zhang Xuanfu said "Huh" and said with a strange smile: "But when I watched you and Nan Hua compete with each other, you would leave a few moves without leaving any trace. You always maintain the illusion of two brothers. Do you think I can't see it?" ?”
As soon as these words came out, Qi Nanhua, who was eavesdropping on the side, felt an unprecedented anger in his heart. However, he did not move forward due to impulse, but continued to listen to the conversation between the two.
Just listen to Zhang Xuanfu continue to say: "If you face Nanhua in the Sword Trial Peak competition, what are your chances of winning?"
Lu Yingchao thought for a long time, and then said truthfully: "It should be counted to ten."
Zhang Xuanfu looked sad and said to Lu Yingchao earnestly: "Although Nan Hua works hard, he still can't compare with you in terms of qualifications, not to mention that he is competitive. In fact, this is not bad. Diligence can always make up for weakness, and sometimes competition can make up for it." It's not a bad thing, it's just that he is too preoccupied, has too many distracting thoughts, and is extremely aloof. He just wants everyone to say good things about him. I'm worried that if he fails miserably in this Sword Trial Peak Competition at your hands, his Taoist heart may be stained. Inner demons breed.”
Lu Yingchao understood what Zhang Xuanfu meant and nodded.
A smile of relief and satisfaction appeared on Zhang Xuanfu's face. However, his smile did not last long, and he suddenly coughed violently. Lu Yingchao's face was full of panic, and he hurried up and patted his back gently. The former's lips were already covered with red blood.
"Junior Brother Lu, I don't have much time left. I'm afraid the burden of Guangda Sifang Mountain will fall on you in the future..."
Of course, Qi Nanhua did not see this scene. As early as Lu Yingchao said "the number of ten to ten", he left angrily. His mind was filled with Zhang Xuanfu's words of "a few hands left" and "the illusion between brothers" Words, these past few days have become a nightmare, and I thought: Okay! Even if you, Lu Yingchao, hold back, am I, Qi Nanhua, really unable to defeat you?
From then on, it became Qi Nanhua's obsession to be able to defeat Lu Yingchao openly.
But this time, someone inadvertently said something that touched Qi Nanhua's heart. He didn't want to lose face, so he said, "Since you are so conceited that you can beat me ten times, why don't you dare to go on stage?"
However, Lu Yingchao ignored his verbal provocation. He glanced at him, sighed and walked away towards Tian Qingding.
